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thedarthpancakes · 1 year
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It’s Time. Part 4
Again I’m just writing for myself here, but if you like it please let me know. This is really one of the first things I’ve written. :S
The following day you found the house empty. But today it felt less weighted. The soft breeze lifted the hallways through open windows and you found yourself making a pot of tea. Something that you used to do as a child, a self soothing routine that, in adulthood had morphed into a ritual that grounded you in the present. Sipping from the small cup you walked up and down the library walls running your finger over a line of books. As a child you loved to read and a flicker of the feeling you have always felt in libraries dared to come forward. The joy you felt choosing a new story to consume, each book is a little gift waiting to be unwrapped. Picking at the spine of a cluster of books in pale pastels you lifted one out. A curious little book with no title or printing on the outside, but inside neatly hand written poetry.
Settling yourself in a large chair by the window you opened the book on your lap and began to read. The poems were not about love, but short observations, like the writer had stolen private moments from others lives and kept them for themselves. Fragments, almost like you yourself were with the writer, watching the world pass by. It’s comforting, as it has always been, to let a poet take you into their world.
Everything around you seemed to fall away, and a slow warm light moved gently across the room eventually those coloured shafts of light cast from the stained glass settled over you, warming your neck with the last moments of evening light.
You reach for your tea cup to find the tea had turned bitter and cold. Time slipping away between the pages of the books you now had in neat piles around you. Your feet tucked to your side, you looked up into the room. It’s like you see it all for the first time. But now with a deep contentment from this day of freedom. You don’t know how long the feeling will last but you hold onto it and acknowledge it. Here, now you are happy.
The door clicks and life pours into the room, a boy holding a coal scuttle and Laszlo behind him reminding him he has lessons to attend to this evening and this time he should at least try to be on time. A broad smile grows across the boys face as he notices you.
“Evening miss, just dropping this off and I’ll be out of your hair, don’t mean to disturb you” he turns to the doctor “you never said she were pretty like that”
“Yes thank you Stevie” the doctor chides and ushers him to leave “don’t forget your lessons this evening” and with the same enthusiasm he bound in the boy had gone. Laszlo moved over to you as if he may sit on the neighbouring chair but remained standing.
“I must apologise for my absence today, ordinarily I would leave a note but my attentions were drawn elsewhere at such short notice I hadn’t the time” he drew in a breath and flicked his jaw forward, you’d notice him doing this often, the punctuations in movement he’d offer in breaths between statements. A nod to the side as if mentally ticking something off a list, or a pout if he felt flustered. Endearing.
He picks up a book from the floor in front of you and thumbs the pages “You seem settled, I trust you have had a pleasant day?.... Any events I should be aware of?”
You know by events he means moments of pure panic. And to be gentle in referring to something that held you at its mercy felt like calling a beast a kitten.
“Yes, it’s been exceptionally pleasant, although I didn’t want to leave the house, not for any fears but I found myself content in the world here. If only for this time, I’ve found myself content to be, and be alone”
Laszlo tipped his head to the side, took in how relaxed your hands lay on the book in your lap, how open and gentle they were. Your slippers abandoned in front of you, your legs curled around like a cat sprawled in a ray of sunshine. Relaxed and peaceful and all at once he thought how wonderful it would be to have this always, this contentment radiating through the home. Welcoming him back from the horrors of the work, to a comfort he knew he didn’t deserve but desired. Was it you or was it the idea of a home?
He flicked his jaw and pursed his lips, these thoughts were quite at odds with the isolation he had put himself in, making social appearances, and inviting Sarah and John for meals felt like the motions expected of him of late. Not of a man living but existing.
“Laszlo?” You tipped your head up to him, catching his eyes. “You seem preoccupied, I’ll leave you to your thoughts. Collecting the books up around you.
“Y/n there’s no need, my apologies I merely became a little lost in my thoughts, it’s been a long day and I’m in need of a meal if you care to join me, I wager you haven’t had a thing but the tea here?” Holding out his hand for you to take, an invitation “I believe a supper is prepared for us, although next time we dine together let’s dine properly”
Taking his warm hand he helps you stand, but staying so still for so long your legs had become stiff, pins and needles radiating into your calf. You stumble forward into Laszlo gripping his waistcoat his hand quickly wrapping around your waist to steady you.
“Oh my! It seems my legs would rather stay seated” you laugh, righting yourself and only to find you are only a breath from his face. “Twice in two days I’ve ended up in your arms Doctor, people will start to talk” again you smiled. Gosh he’s handsome, the small freckles dotting his cheeks, his amber brown eyes, how he has the smell of ginger or clove about him. The smile seems to slip from your lips as you take him in, as he takes you in. What would it be like to kiss him. His beard looks so soft, his lips are so close if would be just easy to lean in. Laszlo is equally as transfixed, your proximity not only took him by surprise but the way you look could all but bring him to his knees. Soft lips parted slightly, and your hair curling gently around your shoulders. Like silk, it would feel divine to run his fingers though it. The orange blossom scent of the oils you must use. So very inviting, so tempting. In half a breath ever so gently he places his lips your bottom lip, and then a small kiss to the side of your mouth. You kiss back, only once. But it’s not gentle, it’s needy and passionate and for a moment you felt so much more behind it. The gratitude for taking you away from the spiral you’d created for yourself but also comfort he had provided when it was more than you’d expected. The safety he’d provided.
Wait, are you kissing him for the right reasons?
“I err, yes, well” you abruptly step back “I’ll” your palms suddenly feel damp, this isn’t a panic attack you tell yourself, this is. Oh. This is attraction. Standing by yourself you bend to pick up your slippers, you feel the need to run rise up, to escape. You step forward and the back almost fighting with yourself for your direction, and trying desperately not to look him in the face. You are absolutely sure now that you must be flushed pink.
“Y/n, don’t” he breaths but you are on the edge of a panic now “Y/N” you finally look at his face, his cheeks just as flushed as yours must be. “I believe we may have just altered the terms of your placement”
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vervainariadne · 1 year
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They say you become someone whom your younger self would feel safe and accepted.
Karen is a lot like Laszlo, and I guess Laszlo's inner child felt safe around her.
It was so comforting for me to watch them. Felt professional and mentally engaging but at the same time it felt like home and natural for me.
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Doctor | Laszlo Kreizler x gn!reader
@king-trash-cryptid asked: This isnt on the prompt list but could you write something with Laszlo and a sick reader?
summary: Laszlo drops everything to help you get better when you're sick, quite literally everything.
tws: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, sickness
Laszlo didn't like it one bit. Being sick was awful enough to see in his patients, in those he treated and those he tried to help, but seeing his own partner sick was completely different; his steady hand would shake and he would drop everything if you so much as grumbled and coughed, he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't help you to get better. He hated seeing you so unwell. Even though you reassured him time and time again that you were fine, that you just had a cold and you would be right as rain in a matter of days, he was determined to help you get better.
He asked for your family's traditional recipes, which were sent to him through the post and written in partially smudged ink but still legible; he could remember a few of his own, recipes for soups and stews and broths that would certainly help. He had a recipe for practically every day of the week, something for you to at least look forward to despite your lack of appetite; although it was a hard thing to come across and it costed more than Laszlo was ready to admit, he made sure that there was ice for you to have in every drink you could stomach.
Laszlo knew, though, he knew it wouldn't last but he was still more than determined to help you through it; he gave you medication, he fed you, he gave you whatever you could stomach when it came to drinks, he swapped the duvet on the bed for a thinner blanket, he opened the windows. The fever wasn't too bad, it was more the coughing and the lack of appetite that concerned him.
The lack of energy was another thing, but fatigue and lethargy were known to make an appearance during illness; still, it was something that he kept his eye on. Especially because you were so determined to try and move around and to get about your day. He wasn't having that.
Everyone had been told not to visit Laszlo, mostly so he could focus on looking after you, but also because you had told him not to have anyone over in case they could get sick from you; it worked out either way.
But as he sat there now, laid next to you and looking at you with great concern, Laszlo gently pressed the back of his hand to your sweat soaked forehead.
"How is it, Doc?" You joked weakly, your voice hoarse and raw and the words stinging and scraping as they fell from your mouth.
Laszlo wiped the back of his hand on his shirt, and smiled a little. "You're not as feverish as you were. Do you think you'll be able to sleep?"
A rattling cough gave him his answer, but you still tried your best to smile at him. "I can try... I can go downstairs and sleep on the sofa so you can have a quiet night."
Laszlo shook his head, pulling at your arm gently until he could lace his fingers with yours, holding on tightly as he cracked a smile. "I'm not going anywhere. One night's sleep being missed won't mean anything."
You glared at him, trying not to laugh because you knew it would make your ribs ache and would make your chest tighten and feel like it was being stabbed with a blunt axe. "Yet you have a go at me about staying up."
"I have to," he said quietly. "I... I care about you, and I don't want you to be in pain."
You huffed, nodding and daring to wriggle up against his side, sighing heavily and coughing for a while before you groaned and swallowed thickly, able to feel mucous and phlegm at the back of your throat, the sticky texture of it making you want to gag and retch. "Laszlo?"
"Yes?"
"I love you," you whispered. "But tomorrow... no fucking soup, or stew, or broth or whatever the fuck. I'm sick of that shit."
"You're sick," he pointed out. "It'll help."
"So would a chilie, or a curry," you told him.
Laszlo hummed. "I can see what I can do about it... maybe Cyrus can take me to town and I can get some things but... would you be alright?"
"Yeah," you said gently, trying to be soft on your own throat. "I'm sick, I'm not dying. Or stupid."
He nodded, able to feel your sweat drip down on his shirt, a small pool of it starting to form; a shirt could be cleaned, though, you being sick wouldn't be cured overnight. "Is there anything you need? Medicine, water, food, or-"
"I'd kill for a cigarette," you admitted.
"You're sick, smoking isn't going to help," he grumbled. "I meant anything to help you relax."
"A lick of whisky wouldn't do much harm," you mused. "You got any of that hanging about?"
"Actually, yes," he nodded. "I'll get it in a minute."
"Thank you."
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nbraraeaves · 2 years
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rarae aves’s masterlist -
ft. the works closest to my heart (updated sporadically as my grad work allows :’D)
(all dividers by daisy at @firefly-graphics, edits thrown together by me)
ETA Feb. 2024: after tumblr's odious decision to sell our data to an AI corporation and lick the filthy soles of profitable boots, I am no longer hosting my fics on this site. All links here redirect to the corresponding works on Archive of Our Own. Any future chapters/fics will be announced here with a link there as well.
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from sokovia with love -
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Just you, your dissertation research on a country that no longer exists, and Baron Zemo twisting your arm to help him with his latest master plan as the pair of you flee the authorities (and Captain America) across Europe. Really, in a world where half the population can appear and disappear in the blink of an eye, what could go wrong?
The Fic Itself, currently standing at eleven chapters out of fourteen
…and everything’s very strange (zombie!au of my own fic, which still needs one of its endings)
oneshots set in the same universe as this story:
mutual frustration (18+, the proof-of-concept sketch that inspired the larger story)
delight in your sweetness (18+, body positivity story for plus size/non-binary reader w/ skin picking issues)
their heartache and their reasons (grief fic, Father’s Day)
bedside manner (sick fic)
covetousness (18+, Zemo and reader are fully in their possessive era)
and he told me I was holy (18+ for violence, rescue fic)
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finally, my guide for filtering/avoiding reader fics, for the weak those who insist.
I also have ongoing tags for both my to-be-read list (as I tend to reblog first now so I don’t forget) and fic recs - those are definitely worth checking out for wonderful works by some very talented people!
older/on hiatus works below
the urges we can’t admit - 
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You’re an experienced practitioner of the sadistic arts at Mrs. Williams’s upper crust establishment of pleasure and pain. Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, renowned Alienist, has sought your services on a word of advice from his former patient. What was intended to be just a working relationship blossoms into something much more - but his latest case raises the stakes for both of you, especially as you try to keep it a secret from prying eyes. (Most of this story is 18+, just fyi.)
The Fic Itself, which has been long in progress.
oneshots set in this universe with the same reader:
hold me tight as I tell myself that you might make sense (18+, Reader and Las talk through a boundary in their relationship
bring me to my knees, make me testify (18+, body worship for Laszlo)
la vie en rose (Laszlo indulges in nice weather, brings you flowers.)
we’ll get away with everything (18+, You and Laszlo have been married 20 years. A night out is… eventful.)
servatis a maleficum (once again, a zombie!au of my own fic. fight me.)
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look alive, sunshine -
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(looking for the source on the needlepoint in this edit - if you know it, could you lmk?)
A totally self-indulgent modern grad student!au, which at this point has only be a stand-alone fic - but could do with a continuation or two.
The Fic Itself. (18+ for confessions-of-feelings sex.)
the headcanons that inspired it
the playlist
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thanks to everyone who’s read/still reading these fics, I definitely wouldn’t be making this list without y’all 🖤 this is half an accountability list of some things I want to work on during my free time, and half just me remembering some of my previous work I really love 🥰
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gaypirate420 · 1 year
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Listen mates,
I like The Alienist but as a trans person the first season of the tv adaptation does make me a bit ummmm uncomfortable.
And I felt this way since first I saw it.
Period drama, lgbt horror, damn sounds good, refreshing even. Criminal Minds gone 19 century and gay(er).
That's what I thought seeing the first minutes of episode one.
But no, unfortunately it does end up being bad representation and just feels wrong. I dare to say that it falls in homophobia and transphobia.
It makes me a bit sick.
I still like the show but I can't shake up that feeling when watching the first season.
But that is my experience, feel free to tell me yours bc I'm really intrigued on the queer perspective on the show but I cannot find shit on the internet.
(I haven't read the books yet so maybe it's only a problem from the adaptation and not the series in general but who knows.)
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hereticpriest · 9 days
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Bite
Rating: Mature?
Relationship: Laszlo Kreizler x AFAB reader
Warnings: Heavily implied odaxelagnia, period typical misogyny, period typical relationship culture, period typical discussion of a physical disability.
Note: Kincsem means 'my treasure' and szerelmem means 'my love' in Hungarian.
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Warmth sinks into your back as you lean heavily against the strong legs and plush sofa behind you, chasing away the chill you might've had from sitting on the cold floor. Your upper body is wedged somewhat between bony knees and soft thighs, holding you in place in case you were to fall asleep. It wouldn't be the first time. A blissful sigh leaves your lips as you nuzzle your cheek against your arms, pillowed beneath your head and draped lazily over your dear doctor's thigh. The fingers of his non-dominant hand comb shyly through your hair, still learning to touch you with what he refers to as his deformity when he manages to speak of it.
His voice, thickly accented when he's as relaxed as he is now in the fire's crackling light with you at his feet, lilts over the words of whatever book he's chosen to read for you tonight. You haven't absorbed much of it, though you believe it to be a text rather than a novel - delving into the science behind love, how quaint - since he keeps pausing to underline passages as he goes. He doesn't ever seem to do that with novels - that's your territory. He often remarks that he likes to read some of his favourites again after you've made your way through them simply because he likes to read the little notes you've jotted down in the margins.
You let out a plaintive noise as he removes his hand from your hair, blinking open heavy-lidded eyes to look up at him with all the disgruntled displeasure of a toddler told no. His eyebrow raises at you as if to ask what you plan to do about it, and you scoff, shifting your arm ever so slightly to give you room to sink your teeth into the meat of his thigh. He yelps, fisting your hair in order to wrench your head back, and you let him. Your lips form a smug grin, eyes half-lidded and smouldering. The would-be pain of having your hair pulled bleeds into pleasure instead, sparking like wildfire under your skin.
"No biting, kincsem." He murmurs, guiding your head back down to his leg delicately for a man who’d just yanked on your hair. You wait on baited breath to see if he'll keep touching you, and hum with delight when he does, indulging you despite the fact that it reinforces your unfortunately bratty behaviour. He's been trying to get you out of the habit of biting since you met, with very little success. First, as a typist at the Kreizler Institute with a bad habit of biting the skin around your nails - stress induced, due to the pressure from your parents to marry instead of working for him. He had recommended a healthy outlet for your stress and a set of gloves to redirect you, and while the gloves did work when you weren’t actively typing, you hadn’t yet found an outlet for your stress. Then, your parents found a suitor for you willing to overlook your unfortunate desire to make something of yourself beyond a wife and mother, which led to you biting the thenar eminence of your dominant hand until you had to wear gloves to hide the marks and bruises. The gloves were somewhat of a deterrent when you wore them, as you learned to get quite adept at wearing them while typing, and had to pull them up to bite properly.
As you were reluctantly contemplating the aforementioned suitor's offer of courtship, Laszlo came to you with an offer of his own, a decidedly sweeter offer despite your parent's distaste for foreigners and lack of respect for his profession. He was still a wealthy man (wealthier than the alternative) of good standing (relative to the man they'd found for you) with a somewhat prestigious job, who wished to marry you with some level of expediency. Up until that point, you'd done your best to look at Laszlo as Dr. Kreizler - your boss first, and a man a distant second - in order to avoid any misunderstandings or scandals. You did not acknowledge his good looks, or his delectable accent, or the way his eyes seemed to see right through you. None of those things were relevant to your job. Somehow, you’d managed to do quite well in removing the man of him from the equation.
When he proposed a courtship, it had not been a way to save you from a worse fate like you might have feared it to be if you'd ever even had an inkling to the idea that he might ask. Which you hadn’t, because you had blinded yourself to him willfully to achieve a healthy working relationship. An entire world of possibility opened up between you when he forced your hand and made you finally acknowledge him as something other than your polite and kind boss, Dr. Kreizler. Your good doctor had asked you with sweetly pink cheeks and a flustered tongue, an honest fear in his eyes as he attempted quite needlessly to be forthright about his faults and how he might make up for them. You knew who he was. As you allowed yourself to think of him as an option, you realised how good of a man he truly was. He wasn’t a perfect man, certainly. He had a habit of being manipulative, and was far too shrewd not to recognize it. He lacked some social graces, which had given him the ability to see people that society had shunned, but also made him a bit abrasive at times. He was profoundly intelligent, which led him to sometimes confront people with the things they did not want to be faced with.
And yet, he was kind. Compassionate. He saw beyond your pretty wrapping to the heart of you, and appreciated both. He indulged you even when you were difficult. He gave everyone a chance based on merit, not class. His love warmed you like a fire, and very rarely burned you in equal measure. He was incredibly handsome, distinguished, and carried his age well. He dressed well, groomed himself appropriately and his voice made you quake. His arm did little if anything at all to quell your passion for him, once he lit the fire. All it took was one spark for you to burn.
It was as if the moment he began courting you, you began to see things you had never noticed before. Things that had always been there, and yet you had been completely blind to them. Despite the difficulty it gave him, he always pulled out your chair for you. He offered you his arm anytime you two had to walk anywhere together, and helped you in and out of the carriage despite having Cyrus there to do it for him. You, quite by accident, noticed him staring at you in the quiet moments in his office while you were typing up his notes for him, or taking his dictation. It wasn't the first time, though you had always passed it off as the man thinking, the direction of his gaze less important than the thoughts running through his brilliant mind. It wasn’t until you knew the fire in his eyes when he looked upon something he wanted that you began to recognize it in his gaze whenever he was looking at you.
Once, long before your courtship began, he had invited you to dinner with his motley crew of investigators at the Delmonico. You remember playfully remarking that you would have to buy a new dress for the occasion, only to find a dressbox laying on your desk the following morning when you came into work. Your insistence that he not waste his money on you was met with a disdainful look at the simple notion and a reminder that it would be impolite to refuse a gift given in earnest. Your parents would have had a fit if they knew you accepted such a gift from a man, but what they didn’t know couldn’t possibly hurt you. Every compliment from Ms. Howard and Mr. Moore made Laszlo subtly preen, apparently pleased to have picked something that suited you so well. You had thought his behaviour a tad odd - inviting the group's admiration of your dress, subtle as it may have been, was certainly not the doctor's usual style.
You had kept yourselves to courtship rules, holding hands only in presence of a chaperone for your good public image, what little remained. He took you on several long, chaperoned walks in between dinners with your family, and exchanged letters with you despite the fact that he saw you nearly every day for work. Your engagement swiftly followed, perhaps a bit faster than might’ve been acceptable if your parents hadn’t been in such a rush to be rid of you. The first time he kissed you, you swore you heard and felt him whimper. He was endlessly gentle with you, cherishing you in ways you never expected. He loved you long before you even knew that was a possibility, and he had hungered. Your next bite was to his lower lip, and then his chin, and then his neck. Instead of using gloves to redirect you, he now wore higher collars or guided your nipping mouth further down under his clothing.
It was a happy marriage. It is a happy marriage. Only a couple of months in and you’ve never been happier in your entire life. Your doctor, your husband, takes very good care of you. You want for nothing, except a moment more of his time. Just one more look. One more touch. One more kiss. You’re voracious - he’s accused you multiple times of being spoiled with a fondness in his voice that said he was perfectly okay with that. You think he’s been so hungry for you for so long that it’s only fair that you suffer the same ailment.
Your doctor combs your hair back from your face, leaning over you just the slightest bit to see your open eyes before he speaks, “You, my little wife, have not heard a single word I have said for the last hour, have you?”
You smile against your arm.
“Oh, no, my love. I was definitely listening.” You correct him, and he sighs, stroking the pad of his thumb over your plush lips and inviting a bite he knows is coming. He barely even flinches as you clamp your teeth around his skin, then he does shudder when you pull his thumb into your mouth.
“Some day, I will rid you of this compulsion.” he murmurs, and you bite around the base of his thumb before letting him pull free of you. His hand slips below the neck of your nightgown, and you shiver at the wet swipe across your nipple.
“You hardly want to, husband. Deny it all you like, we both know you like when I bite.”
He smirks, his strong hand slipping under your arms to help you stand on shaky, numb legs. Despite himself, he likes when you walk like a baby deer around him, whether due to his nightly (and often daily) passions, or simply because you like to kneel at his feet so often until your legs go numb.
“Come to bed, szerelmem. I think there’s still an inch of my neck that is yet to be bruised.” He teases, and you laugh, leaning into him as he helps you towards your bedroom. You’ve no doubt he’ll find yet another way to make your legs shake before the end of the night.
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fairyysoup · 2 years
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
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All of my works are 18+ MDNI. You are responsible for your own media consumption.
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bruhlsbees · 1 year
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BRUHLSBEES OLD WORKS MASTERLISTS
a new and improved masterlist for all of my daniel bruhl, owen wilson, luke wilson, and murray bauman work. lately i've been on the cusp of getting back into a writing kick and a lot of my motivation for some of these pieces have gone right out the window (sorry to all my early followers). as much as i'd like to just delete these fics and move on i know some people do enjoy them so you'll find a lot of my early work either in the 'retired' section or in the 'early works' section. some retired pieces may be worked on in the future, but for now they'll remain in the void. thanks for understanding and hopefully i'll get more stuff out soon! :')
S MEANS SMUT
RETIREMENT HOME
garden of eden (alex kerner x reader) - click here
sweet disposition (alex kerner x reader) - click here
paradox burning (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here
to the end (niki lauda x reader) - click here
second chance (writer!daniel x reader) - click here
FINISHED PIECES
bubbles (helmut zemo x reader) - part one & two (s)
five more minutes (helmut zemo x reader) - click here
it was real enough (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here
the haunting of heike zemo (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here
behind the mask (helmut zemo x reader) - click here (s)
i'm going in tonight (alex kerner x reader) - click here (s)
opposites attract (alex kerner x reader) - click here
baby paula (alex kerner x reader) - click here
at the cabin (alex kerner x reader - click here
dancing in the rain (alex kerner x reader) - click here
sapphire strings (andrea marowski x reader) - click here
modern!flatmate! andrea x reader headcannons - nsfw version & sfw version
broken wing (dr. laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here
bloodlust (vampire! laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here
kachow (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)
good luck charm (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)
jackpot (dark!daniel x reader) - click here (s)
tom foolery (clowniel x reader) - part one & two (s)
the first time (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here (s)
welcome home (chris burnett x reader) - click here
better man (ken hutchinson x reader) - click here (s)
the last night (anthony adams x reader) - click here
knock three times (murray bauman x reader) - click here (s)
murray bauman nsfw alphabet - part one & two (s)
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barbiedragon · 2 years
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Laszlo Kreizler Masterlist
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Stand Alone Fics
Silver (Laszlo x fem!reader)
Punished (Laszlo x fem!reader)
Requests
Laszlo being paternal with a student
Laszlo cuddling reader after they have a bad day
Reader shutting Laszlo up with a kiss
Laszlo and reader on their wedding day
Laszlo getting his s/o pregnant accidentally
Laszlo spanking reader based on A Dangerous Method
Laszlo cuddling his wife in bed
Reader taking a nap on Laszlo's tummy
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rumblelibrary · 3 years
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I need a very loving Laszlo smut, either top or switch with him, take it any direction you want, any build up, any kinks. But I just... my soul needs this V I need to see this man happy and satisfied
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Coming Back Home [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Wife!Reader]
Word count: 3k
Warnings: SMUT (fingering, mild victorian dirty talk)
Author’s note: I am weak to see this man happy, my mind went a bit overboard, but I just couldn't hold it back, to see him happy and fulfilled in all his means, professional and private. Thank you so much for feeding my obsession and being my supporter @cazzyimagines <3
The cold air hit him as a welcome back in the moment he exited the carriage, he was back in New York after six months of study and hard work in Wien, he hated and loved it: he learned a lot and got the chance to talk with some of the best alienists in the field granting himself some valuable resources and upcoming publications, the city was amazing and romantic. But all day, every day, he was with his mind on the life he left here, on you and your baby boy waiting at home patiently, easing his pains with letters and little colourful sketches, reassuring him that he would come back to the same house he left.
It was late, he could see the light in baby’s room was off already and it pained him to be late for the goodnight story.
The driver dropped his belongings beside the door with a huff before taking his money with a big thank you.
Laszlo nodded, a sense of tension taking over him, what if something indeed changed? What if you hate him for leaving for his own interest? Will his son remember him? 
The silliest questions took over him and he just rang the bell before the spiral would take over and make him sleep in the garden out of his imaginary shame.
Stevie opened the door and his face lighted up instantly, Laszlo’s hand moved close to his own face with a finger up to signal him to keep quiet. The young lad nodded opening the door more, but a loud whine came out of his lips when he saw the heavy trucks beside Laszlo. 
“Stevie? Who is it?”
Your voice vibrated through the walls enveloping Laszlo like a distant memory and a fresh breath of air at the same time.
Stevie mumbled something “Nobody Madam, only some funny head playing with bells at night” he said as Laszlo nodded at him.
He left the coat at Stevie with his gloves and hat making his way to the bedroom upstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your vanity the first thing that appeared to his sight, he shifted lightly so he could spot your figure reflected in the mirror without being seen.
You were already in your white night dress, hair down wrapped in a braid that rested on your shoulder, his own dark blue night gown draped over you making you appear even smaller, a book resting in your hand, the other hand toying with the fabric of his gown. A soft sigh left your lips and a little smile, you are liking the book. You turn the page with your features lighting up by interest, he felt almost guilty to interrupt you.
“Guten Abend, my love”
Your head shot up, eyes wide in surprise, a smile growing on your lips as he walked inside the room revealing his presence. A sense of nervousness still on him.
“Laszlo” you called rushing to him, discarding the book and throwing the covers onside,  closing the distance between the two of you by jumping out the bed like an excited child. Your hands wrapped quickly around his neck, you pulled him in, lips clashing against one another. He smiled in the kiss, eyes a bit teary as the happiness you were able to blossom into his chest since the first time he met you was still there. He cupped your cheek with his left hand, the kiss being long and followed by little short ones, and then again a long one.
“You should have told me” You whispered and he smiled at you noticing how you also got a bit of tears streaming down your cheeks, but all due to happiness. You picked his right hand kissing it lovingly, oh that ritual of yours, that mindless action you always did to kiss the part of him he despised the most.
“Welcome home, my love”
He smiled widely, so wide he felt his cheeks and jaw hurt, while he leaned his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes enjoying it. Your little telepathy thing, like he could pour his thoughts to you and vice versa.
In the meanwhile Stevie kept himself far from the two of you not wanting to interrupt or witness anything he shouldn’t. Laszlo pulled back from that position as he stared down at you, your eyes met again as you gulped down a little, his eyes travelling onto your neck as none of you seemed able to pick what words to let out first, too many informations gathered in six months that letters couldn’t covert.
His eyes raising up to yours, you moved first guiding his right hand still safe in your grasp inside that warm robe hiding your body, his fingers meeting with the obscenely thin fabric of your night dress, the shape of your breast clear under his touch, his thumb brushing over your nipple earning an immediate reaction from you. 
His breath itched, his tongue wetting his lips as you kept supporting his weak arm while his hand discovered once more what hidden treasure was the body of his wife.
His left hand undoing the silky bow around your neck that kept that useless piece of clothing closed, your breasts being exposed as he leaned his head down lacing his lips with you nipple and giving it a tempting suck, his tongue roaming over it as a sense of home and comfort surged into his stomach, then he spoke and his hot breath against your wet nipple made you shiver.
“Have you done the exercises that I gave you?”
“No”
His eyes shoot up at you, a mix between the need to scold you and desire in them.
“I could do it only with your letters” you added.
“Not touching yourself enough must have been painful, exasperating, you could have brought yourself to hysteria”
“I know, but I was waiting for this moment”
He smirked, the idea to be a vital part of your sexual expression turning him on immensely.
“Which letter was your favourite?”
“The one where you described your fingers inside me, I could imagine it so clearly while I was doing it to myself”
He almost let out a groan only by the sound of your words, the need to go knuckles deep inside you now almost impossible to hold back as the image of your distressed figure rolling onto the sheets trying to emulate that pleasure he only can give you clouded his mind.
His left hand almost angrily undoing the fabric belt the nightgown around your waist before moving behind your back to pull it off your shoulders, you gently let go of his right hand helping him in the task, your hands now tugging his jacket, his waistcoat, beginning already with his shirt buttons, you were so in need, but he was the same. He tugged his shirt off probably ripping off some buttons, the urgency you both felt filling the air.
His eyes trying to take in all your figure as you finally let go of that white dress.
“Oh, meine Frau, no statue or artwork or inspiration I have seen in this travel equals your beauty” he groaned as he felt like he almost forgot how he worshipped your body, how your only presence triggered obscene desires through him.
There was almost a moment of suspense before he leaned his warm body against yours, skin on skin again.
His erection already brushing over your lower stomach as you guided him onto the bed with you laying down for him. “Laszlo” you were about to beg him not to make you wait, not to tease you but his left hand fingers were already between you legs and a yelp of pleasure left you lips immediately.
“Soaked wet without me even touching you”
He was so pleased, you didn’t need to look at his face to know, but you whimpered when his long finger pushed inside you, he knew it, he knew exactly how to touch you, how to manipulate all of you. His lips laced to your neck, he sucked on it, bit it, hickeys soon will follow the passage of him. He is back.
To see your own neck pale and empty from his marks pained you everyday, but now he is at home and there won’t be a single centimetre of you spared. Another moan followed as his mouth found your nipples again, your legs trembling as a second finger joined the first one making you gasp for air. The ultimate pleasure approaching in you too quickly, abnormally quickly, but you missed him so much and six months without his care on you was a torment.
His prideful smile gave you the freedom not to restrain your pleasure, your hips jolting up and trembling, more wetness gathering on his fingers before he pulled them out knowing that it would make you feel empty.
He punished you with distance as he sat down on the bed, you crawled over him, legs still feeling like jelly as you forced yourself to straddle him. You didn’t need to rest, you wanted him to bring you to exhaustion and he knew it, he knew you won’t wait anymore. So you aligned him with your folds, his hard cock opening his way into you easily thanks to your recent orgasm, a loud growl leaving Laszlo’s lips.
“My wife, it appears to me that you’re back being a virgin after only six months away from me” 
You blushed because his words made you sensitive and proud in a very peculiar way, you moaned slowly beginning to ride him as he kept muffling how tight you’re pressing his forehead against your chest, his left arm wrapping around you. You voiced your pleasure freely, fingers tangling to the back of his head, now it was your turn to guide his pleasure, to set the rhythm, but the pace was slow and deep, the desire still feverish in you, but the closeness inspiring you tenderness. 
“How horrible to rest in the cold Wien without you, how empty to walk without your presence” he spoke directly to your chest, to your heart “every achievement was not an achievement if I couldn’t share it with you” he confessed, his hot breath against your breasts.
“You’re back now, next time we will come with you”
You smiled as his eyes shone looking up at you “my wife”
He loved to call you that, he always did, the pride in his voice when he asked you  to be his wife the first time came back to your memory. You didn’t need many nicknames, wife and husband, the holy duo, the balance, the symmetry.
“I love you, my husband”
You moaned against him, his fingers digging into your skin, his right hand settling over your hip.
You couldn’t guess how much it lasted, you impaled deliciously yourself over him, he loved to stare at you going on your own on top of him, love it, express fully your feminine power. His left hand teasing your clit sapiently mimicking your movements making it nauseatingly perfect, your mind clouded by pleasure. He cursed, he growled biting onto the side of your breast when filling you up and gaining another moan from you, he held you down as he kept rubbing your clit until he felt your walls clasp deliciously around him, he still didn’t want to move.
He loved to see you helpless, washed over by pleasure, legs jerking aimlessly and fingers pulling onto him and his hair.
You didn’t take time to recover from that second orgasm, his skilled fingers knowing their ways around you, you bowed your head joining your lips again, you still couldn’t believe it.
“I am such a lucky man to have you”
You smiled kissing his forehead “I am lucky with such a husband like you”
You stayed like this, hugging, the time to talk will come, the time to exchange gifts and come back to routine. But not now. After countless minutes you slowly shifted from that position, freeing his hard on from you but slowly moving beside his sitting figure staying on your all fours, the braid that held your hair almost completely loose.
“Come my husband, you only had one orgasm, I know you love even numbers”
The next morning the light from the window hit his eyes, he frowned stirring as he blinked tiredly. Your figure tangled to his in bed, the covers over the both of you. He kissed your forehead out of habit, the marks already forming on your neck made him proud, your regular breathing and gentle perfume mixed with the sweat of sex made his senses alive. You felt him move and woke up pretty easily, probably due to have slept alone for so long. You smiled at each other, no words yet needed, a soft kiss placed on each others lips.
The a soft sound, more like little sounds following one another, little feet rushing down the hallway.
“Mama” being whispered by a very shy boy, his clear brown hair peaking up from the doors.You smirked covering Laszlo completely with the duvets.
“My baby” you said sitting up holding the covers over your body.
“Mami!” He gasped surprised “what happened to your neck?”
“Oh, it is normal my baby, is it so late?”
He nodded and you smiled as he hopped on top of the messy bed, Laszlo smirked from underneath the covers, it seems like somebody took a habit of sneaking into the big bed.
You smiled as your boy resembled so much his father, he crawled to move to your lap and that’s when Laszlo sat up with a loud “Who’s in my bed?” holding his hand up like a claw.
The boy squared but soon threw himself against his father’s chest.
“Apa visszatért!!!” He shouted so loud at you like you didn’t notice Laszlo at all and you chuckled finding the two of them so adorable.
“I am going to get some breakfast done” you said willing to leave them their space. Laszlo nodded at you as you wrapped yourself into your dress and then the thick nightgown. You could hear them talk softly, Laszlo was all about speaking to him in his mother’s language but also in German, so your boy was always mixing the three. “Have you being a good master of the house while I was away?” “Yes Papa, I have been extra good and mommy was happy too, but it is not like when you’re here” Laszlo’s little chuckle won you over even by distance. You had to learn Hungarian through Laszlo, even if you were lucky enough to know German already. But how sweet it was to learn along with your boy.
“Little Andrea woke you up, mrs Kreizler?” The cook, a very nice and good hearted woman asked once you reached the kitchen still wrapped in your night clothes and redoing your braid.
“He did, but his father is back, I couldn’t detain him in any way” You assured as you instructed about the breakfast to make something special. When everything was ready and settled you saw the two of them coming downstairs together, Andrea holding his father’s weak hand into his, still babbling in German to him. The two of them still in their night clothes, you loved to be unruly with them, half of the world outside would be shocked to see a family have breakfast in their night clothes, but who cares. You sat all together as Laszlo begun narrating about his travel, Andrea almost forgetting to eat as he sat down staring at his dad with shiny eyes like he could disappear any time.
“Andrea, at least the juice” you said and he nodded vehemently in particular after you whispered something to his ear.
“Do you have secrets with me?” Laszlo inquired with a smirk, his messy hair a blessing in such bright day.
“Always had” you said with a smirk and he chuckled softly before standing up and leaving for a moment coming back with some boxes.
He handed his boy one and two to you, while Andrea was busy unwrapping the gift Laszlo moved behind your sitting figure “open the small one first”
You obeyed quietly as the box was clearly hinting it was jewellery, inside you found some white gold and blue sapphires earrings.
“Laszlo, you ..” He shushed you softly “come on, wear them for me, jewellery over night dress, a new fashion from Europe” He joked softly but you obliged his wishes putting them on, Andrea making happy cheering sounds as he found the model train of his dreams. The earrings dropped beautifully on you, framing the new Laszlo loved so much “I knew only a Venus like you could sport them” he said making you blush, he always spoke in a way that made you feel like courting never ended.
“What about this?” You asked about the second box and Laszlo smirked just gesturing you to go on. Inside there was a study for a portrait, your portrait, clearly inspired by the picture Laszlo had with himself of you.
“I met this young painter in Wien, a bit struggling with money but extremely talented as you can see, a craftsman that works with gold, I invited him to come here next month and work on your portrait, he fell in love with your figure already, I already know I will have to guard your safety.”
“What is his name?”
“Oh, he is not famous, Gustav Klimt”
“Well, we can make him famous then” you said and Laszlo just smiled more as you kissed his lips to thank him for the beautiful gifts, knowing Laszlo he probably had way more hidden in his trucks “I knew you’d say something this kind of sweet”
“Mama, you look beautiful” Andrea called you staring like he was waiting for you to say something and you smiled nodding “yes, now it is the perfect time”
“For what?” Laszlo asked as you took his hand guiding him to the living room.
“Please, take a sit now” you said slowly guiding him to his armchair, the comfort of the familiar place relaxed him, the fresh flowers in the vase, the books laid on the table.
“Andrea has a surprise for you” you said leaning to sit on the arm of the chair looking up a his confused face, but he was unable to let go of that smile creeping on his lips.
“Come inside darling” you called “we are ready”
You took Laszlo’s right hand guiding it on your lap, the curiosity already eating him alive as little Andrea came holding his little violin, still looking extra cute in that night dress that made him resemble some cute baby penguin. He puffed his chest blushing as you gave him a nod of encouragement, Laszlo’s eyes shining to see his son like this and the chemistry you two have.
“I have learned this piece to welcome you back home” he announced as his shaky voice betrayed a bit his nervousness.
He placed the violin carefully onto his shoulder resting his cheek on it, your hands holding Laszlo’s while tapping with you finger to keep the tempo for Andrea. The melody was simple, but quite impressive for such a young player, Laszlo was unable to look away from his son, from the way he relaxed while playing, for the way you clearly helped him to gain the confidence to do this little performance.
He looked up at you as you two shared that look of complicity.
Life was bright over Kreizler’s household. 
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munsons-maiden · 2 years
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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨
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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 (𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)  - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝:
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏   -   𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐   -   𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  (𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)  - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝:
𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)   -   𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐)
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭���𝐝
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞
London, 1813. There is new evidence that Hydra - the secret organization  that murdered your family - has taken root in Sokovia, under the reign  of Baron Helmut Zemo and his court. The ball season has begun, Baron  Zemo is visiting London to strengthen diplomatic relationships and gain  new allies, and Sokovia is still lacking a Baroness. You, warden of Tony  Stark, are the last chance to end Hydra without risking a war and find  out if Baron Zemo is really involved in Hydra’s schemes. So, there’s  only one thing left for you to do: woo the Baron, gain his hand in  marriage, become his Baroness - and bring Hydra and the Sokovian court  to its knees.
𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:
𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝’𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 (𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
You’re on a mission with Zemo to seek out Dr. Nagel in Madripoor - and something goes horribly wrong, leaving you to make a decision you don’t find as difficult to make as you probably should…  
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 (𝐮𝐧-)𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 (𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
You’re stuck in a boring online lecture via Zoom, and Zemo decides to take matters into his own capable hands to make it a little more exciting for you.
𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭,  𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
You’re going through a depressive episode, but Zemo is there to catch your fall.
𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 + 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)
You’re experiencing a panic attack and find solace in the most unexpected places - and people.
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thedarthpancakes · 1 year
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It’s Time. Part 2
Part 3:
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Warnings: PTSD/OCD
Pairing: Kreizler/you
Not edited… welcome to the brain dump
After you dressed you looked into the mirror, avoiding making eye contact with the thinner version of yourself. Scooping your hair into a bun, and lightly washing your cheeks with the cold water from the basin. Leaving your cheeks flushed and your pink tired eyelids stinging from the rub of a towel. You sighed. “It’s time y/n, come on” telling yourself, rallying yourself.
The Doctors office had been somewhat of a mystery to you, if you’d ever needed insights in the children’s behaviour or how to best help them sit well in their own minds, the library had been open to you. The Doctor himself had submitted notes on each child and the therapies that were implemented had been your and your colleagues domain. So you’d never needed to speak to him directly. A few “good mornings” and a nod in the corridors had been the limit of your interactions. But here you stood at the door, uncertain of how you could, or he could, tease out the building heavy weight in your chest that pushed into your lungs so often. How to stop the ever worsening scenarios and situations you imagined flooding your brain and suffocating every other thought. But first, the smallest step. Knock on the door.
Before you had even lift your hand to the smooth glossy wood, the door opened. There stood the Doctor, glasses perched on his nose a fine deep forest green waistcoat and crisp white shirt. You were struck immediately by how clean he was, the smell of soap and sandalwood and something slightly smoky drifting softly around him. Inviting but masculine.
“Ah Miss L/N, please come in, excuse the clutter, I have been researching your afflictions and have much to share with you” stepping out of the doorway to let you pass, clicking the door behind you. He placed a delicate hand to the small of your back and gestured to a chair. Not the utilitarian one facing the desk, but a plump armchair by the window. Soft rays of morning sun slowly warming the ivory fabric, it was inviting, comforting and not at all where you thought he’d want to pull the dark thoughts out of your mind. For a moment you looked out of the window, the courtyard where the children played. A slight feeling of unease set over you as you saw them kick a foot ball to each other, skip and run. You should be out there with them.
“It’s as I thought then?” He cut into your thoughts.
Turning to him “Pardon?”
“You feel you should be their protector?”
“I” deepening your breath “I do, they have had no one, some of them had less than that. They need someone, a mother of sorts” Even though your statement was barely anything of a confession you found your cheeks flushing and the feeling of tears prick at the edges of your eyes.
“The routine you are tied to in your mind to reassure yourself they are safe. Does that feel like protection or obsession?” His accent gave his question a sharper tone.
“I am not totally ignorant to the origins of my thoughts” you spoke the words deftly, like you were laying them out in a wind. “or in fact the theories surrounding them. But I do find myself lost in them. Almost like the knowledge of my behaviour has done nothing to quell it”
You met his eyes for the first time, “I find myself slipping away, as if there is only one task”.
“I believe we can speak candidly then, you are not, as you say ignorant to the therapies and treatments we administer to the children, so I shall not speak to you as if you are. You need, you mind needs, to form new routines that are proven to be safe to you and the children. As of this morning we have two new nurses moving into the institute, their training has already begun, they are to take care of the children in your absence. You yourself are to move into quarters that are not directly with or around the children. This may seem intrusive and almost cruel but it is imperative you build your own sense of self back.”
You move to speak, to protest but the weight you feel lifting off chest tells you he’s right, then another thought hits you.
“My employment is being terminated?” You held your breath, after everything, this is what is to happen?
“No my dear, you are to move your belongings into the empty room in my home. From there you will have rest, time and the company I can provide, if that is unacceptable, I understand. But I believe it is what is needed.” Ah Dr Kreizler, the collector of broken people.
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justfangirlthingies · 3 years
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Late Night Cuddles (Dr. Laszlo Kreizler)
This is my first time writing for our beloved alienist
Summary: After a long and tiring day at the institute Laszlo joins you in bed
Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff, like 2 German words does that need a warning?
Word count: 1041 words
Translation: Gute Nacht = good night
Your fiancé was still in a session when you left to prepare for bed. It was not unusual for you to get ready for bed on your own. However, he would usually be by your side and get himself ready for the embrace of sleep as soon as you slid under the blankets and join you there mere minutes later.
This night seemed to be different though. You'd been lying in bed waiting for him for about an hour already. You were aware this was going to be a long night for him and so was he. That is also why Laszlo told you not to wait up for him, but you just couldn't help yourself. You were desperate to stare into those hazel eyes once more, to feel his soft hair against the skin of your hand and to run your fingertips through his beard before closing your eyes and feeling his lips on your temple as you drift off into the world of dreams.
Slowly you felt sleep begin overtaking your features as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
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It was the moment that you finally gave in to your need for sleep, when the door to your shared bedroom creaked open. The sound ripping you from your light slumber. Slightly startled, you forced your eyes open to see the doctor's gaze already on you. His posture told you that he was trying to quietly sneak into the room in order not to wake you, the flinch combined with the frown on his face displayed his distaste for the creaking door, which seemed to have a different plan in mind. You flashed him a drowsy smile as you slowly sat up in bed, extending your arms for him to engulf you in a hug. Your sleepy movements made a chuckle escape his lips as he climbed into bed next to you and wrapped one arm around you while his weaker arm rested on your waist. You were quick to nuzzle your face into his neck, a content sigh simultaneously leaving your lips. Laszlo was quick to lay down on the bed, pulling you along with him. You giggled as you felt the force of gravity and your betrothed pull you downwards. Laszlo joined in on the laughter as he felt you land halfway on him and halfway on the bed.
Sleep still had it's grasp on you as you tried to pull the covers over the two of you. After struggling with the blankets for a minute or two, you finally succeeded in what you were trying to accomplish. A relaxed exhale left your throat as you felt the soft material of the blanket atop of you.
"What took you so long tonight?" You questioned as you shuffled underneath the blankets, attempting to balance your weight on your elbow while your eyes observed his features closely. He seemed tired and exhausted after the long day. "Well, the session went on a little longer than usual and just when I thought I could come to join you in bed, I found one of the children strolling around. A little girl who seemed to struggle with falling asleep." he answered. "Oh? Is she alright now?" you wondered, arching an eyebrow. Laszlo nodded as his eyes met yours "Yes I helped her to calm down and-" "Did you show her the monkey?" An excited grin made it's way onto your features as you stopped him in the middle of his sentence, causing the man next to you to chuckle "Yes" he nodded "Yes I did show her the monkey."
A sleepy smile found it's way onto your lips as you cuddled into Laszlo's chest. Your eyes shot open immediately upon making contact with him. Wide (e/c) eyes stared up at the alienist in wonder and shock. Laszlo grew worried as soon as he saw the look on your face "Are you alri-" "You're ridiculously comfortable!" You cut him off. The worried expression on your fiancé's face was immediately replaced with an amused grin and a raised eyebrow as he shook his head trying to hold back a chuckle. "And you have realized this just now, after 3 years?" Smiling you shook your head "No I knew that of course, I just wasn't aware of the extent of your comfortableness" you muttered, voice still drunk on sleep. This time Laszlo couldn't hold back his laugh, you heard it reverberating in his chest where your head was still placed. You smiled against him while you wrapped your arms around him in order to be in even closer proximity to him, as you muttered "Goodnight love" You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head as you closed your eyes and buried your face further in his chest. When you spoke up once more your voice came out muffled "You're my new pillow from now on Laszlo"
The man in question to just shook his head grinning as he ran his fingers through your hair. "Gute Nacht (Y/n)" he cooed softly.
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Laszlo stayed awake like that for a while longer, enjoying the sensation of having you so close to him. He felt your hair underneath the skin of his fingertips, felt you hold onto him in your sleep as his thoughts drifted through his head. Thoughts about how he was happy to be able to spend the rest of his life by your side. To know that he always had someone who would be there for him. Someone he wouldn't be able to push away, for even if he tried to do so, you would stubbornly stay with him. He appreciated that and he knew you were aware of it, even if he didn't tell you about it too often.
With the thoughts and dreams of a future with you wandering through his head, Laszlo slowly drifted off to sleep as well, a soft and happy smile on his face after thinking about you as he joined you in the land of dreams.
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Needless to say, you meant it when you told him about his new purpose as a pillow. From then on you fell asleep on the doctor every single night...
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Tease | Laszlo Kreizler x gn!reader (🍋-ish)
Anonymous asked: seal anon- back on my bullshit
"Here, I'll teach you"- laszlo maybe some doctor or daddy kink plz
summary: Laszlo comes to stay with you while he’s on a break from work, and while at first everything is fine, certain desires do tend to get in the way. 
tws: Daddy kink, dom/sub, swearing, mentions of collars/leads, mentions of handcuffs, mentions of rope, mentions of praise kink if you SQUINT 
word count: 1000
MINORS DNI
Laszlo thankfully wasn’t working, for once, he had a little time off for himself and he could actually relax; there were no murderers on the loose to torment him, there were no cases to be solved, and the majority of his patients were more than looked after by the staff. He had been begged to take a break, practically forced to, and although at first he was bored and he was struggling to find anything to keep his mind busy, he soon turned to you; his dashing and handsome partner. He found himself spending more and more time with you, more than making up for the time that had been lost between him helping others and the cases he was involved in, he practically moved in with you temporarily. Your bedsheets soon started to smell like him, and his presence around the house was more than welcomed; sitting with him in the evenings, your head in his lap as he read one of your books, cooking together in the afternoons, with him often telling you to add one thing or to avoid using another, long walks together in the morning through the woods, with you more often than not stopping in your tracks to observe a fox or a deer in the distance. It was more than a welcomed occurrence, more than a comforting time together. 
But Laszlo wouldn’t stay so domestically sweet forever, and you were counting down the hours until he would treat you how he usually did; the more dominant side coming out of him one bit at a time. You were more than excited for what was going to eventually happen, hoping that he had brought over the handcuffs, the collar, the lead, and the rope; you did your best to behave, to be good in hopes that he would reward you one way or another, but you also knew that his punishments were also so fucking good, and you couldn’t help but to act up just a little bit. 
It was fairly late, around twenty to ten at night, and you and Laszlo were doing your usual; he was sat in the chair in the corner with the lamp on, reading through his current book and waiting for you to hurry up with the laundry so that he could move onto the sofa and you would put your head in his lap as you kicked your feet up on the leather arm and settled down for the night. He was waiting, looking up every now and then when you walked past the room with an armful of washing, although he had a feeling that the little routine would be shattered into a million pieces; he kept reading, and when you settled down on the chair at the opposite side of the room, he put the book down, and tilted his head to the side as he looked at you. 
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” you said with a shrug, looking at him with those big puppy dog eyes that you knew he could never and would never refuse. “I was just thinking about how awfully I’ve been good recently.” 
Laszlo furrowed his brows a little, looking at you with that hungry gaze that always came to his big brown eyes when he knew that you were about to start acting up, when he knew that you were about to start being a tease. “Don’t start that with me now, nyuszi.”
You scratched at the back of your neck, tilting your head and looking at him with as much innocence and ignorance as you could muster. “I’m not sure what you mean, Daddy.” 
His jaw clenched, and he clicked his fingers. “Here. Now.” 
You smiled, a little smug as you made your way over to him, and straddled his lap, your breath hitching when he placed his hand at the bottom of your throat. “What?”
“I told you not to start,” he said lowly, his voice hardly even a growl as he kept his dark brown eyes on you, keeping you pinned where you were as he shook his head. “If you’re good, you know I’ll reward you later.”
You pouted a little. “Yeah, about that… I don’t think I can wait until later.” 
Laszlo scoffed, biting down on the inside of his bottom lip as he let out a harsh sigh. “So you’re going to start being a brat? Is that it?”
“Well, technically, no,” you started, “first of all, it’s my house, so… my rules.” 
Laszlo couldn’t help but to laugh a little, swiping his hand down his face when he let go of your throat. He nodded. “Of course, where are my apologies? Would you like to be the dominant one when we… when we go to bed, too?” He laughed again. “Here, I’ll teach you if you want.” 
You rolled your eyes at him. “Daddy, you know that’s not what I mean. Don’t be a fucking dick.” 
He shifted his hips, just enough so that you could feel him and you would let out a soft whimper of need. “Don’t be a brat.” 
“I’m not the one acting like-” 
He moved his hips again to shut you up, and although you tried not to for the sake of playing fair, you ground down against him, drawing a shuddering growl from the back of his throat. “You were saying?”
“Can we go upstairs?” You asked quietly, swallowing thickly. “Please, Daddy? I promise I’ll be good if we do…” 
Laszlo considered it for a moment, thinking about the things he could ask you if you wanted, thinking of how he could possibly use it as an excuse to thank you for letting him stay with you, and although a thousand and one things crossed his mind, he narrowed it down to what he knew were your favourites; even if you were teasing him a little, if you were playing a little game, he couldn’t resist the opportunity to praise and reward you. “Alright, come on.” 
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nbraraeaves · 2 years
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do you know if there are any laszlo fics with a male reader? :)
hello, nonny!! sorry this also got buried, it’s been kind of a flurry of reblogs here lately with Current Events
I have to be honest, I feel like there are/should be this kind of fic — both the show and the original novels have been out for a while now — but it’s not a reader I frequently inhabit, so my knowledge is limited here 🧐 consider this me putting out a call for recs, though!! there’s plenty of great writers for Las on brühlblr, someone’s got to have at least one
paging everybody who’s read/written for the good Dr. Kreizler ✨ if you have male reader x Laszlo fics, please help a little grey nonny out 🖤
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gaypirate420 · 2 years
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Jealous//John S Moore.
John Schuyler Moore x male!reader.
A/N: this is based off a dream I had last night, also this is my first (and probably last) time writing for John or the alienist in general so yeah.
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You were staying on Dr. Kreizler's home, you lived on the other side of the country but the infamous trio of self named detectives called for your help on a case two weeks ago.
You enjoyed your tea upstairs while John and Sara got ready to leave downstairs.
John followed Laszlo upstairs.
"I don't think he fancies my company anymore, Laszlo." You heard John murmur outside the guest room the doctor had for you.
"Nonsense John. He was more than exited when you send him a letter back in november." Laszlo said low. The doctor opened your door.
"Where are your manners?" You teased, Laszlo looked at you with a discreet smirk. You were resting besides the window.
"Miss Howard and John are leaving, would you like to go along with them?" The doctor asked, you looked at your cup.
They're going to see something for the case, on a restaurant.
You makes circles with the spoon on your tea.
"No, thank you. I'm actually very tired from the trip." You answer quickly, John looked at you confused probably even offended.
"I'll go tell Mary to prepare dinner for two then." The doctor leaves quickly, you meet John's gaze.
"Look at you, all dressed up." You said getting closer to him, he felt his cheeks warm.
"When was the last we had a time alone?" You asked resting on the door frame.
"Since Harvard." He remarked softly, you hummed.
"Since Harvard! We had fun back in the day, just you and me. I mean—I love Laszlo but you know." You commented with a smirk, he smiled softly.
He catches himself daydreaming constantly about a time alone with you just like in the old days.
John is hurt by your actions, writing him letters where you tell him you miss him, but almost ignoring him when you got reunited.
There was silence, he meets your gaze.
He looked at your almost dandy style, so rich and elegant.
You're handsome at least to him.
John always wondered why you haven't married one of the endless ladies that send you letters.
"John! We must hurry, the sun will go down soon." Sara speaks from downstairs, you looked at the stairs with anger and melancholy.
"Lucky you." You told him, he looks at you extremely confused.
"You're going to enjoy an evening with— Miss Howard—she's a beautiful and strong woman." You said bitter, John scuffed, you arched your eyebrow.
"What is so funny, John?" You asked.
"It seems you are jealous of me." He said with a smirk, you laughed.
"Of you?!— Oh sweet John, No!" You said with a giggle, you crossed your arms.
"I'm jealous of Miss Howard—" You said lower while you got out of the room, John followed you.
"Why would you?" He asked curious, you stoped and turned around facing him, you smiled and got closer to his ear.
"Because I like you, John." You whispered, before he could say anything you hurry downstairs.
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A/N: Ayo???? Here have this, I dream of it and I needed to write it down.
You saw me reblog shit about this show, I made gay shit about this show, it isn't a surprise I made a fic of this show.
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