#laszlo kreizler x fem!reader

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

A Sensual Education - Laszlo Kreizler

I learned a lot about clits for this fic, didn't realize how much people (mostly men) hated them. Everyone, go touch your clits, treasure them, they deserve it after people like Freud wanted to get rid of them cause they were too insecure of themselves and scared of women🙃

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), typical 19th century ideology, misogyny, religious guilt, pining, innocence kink, fingering, virginity loss, soft dom!Laszlo, consent is sexy, flufffff

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From an early age, you were always taught that anything do to with sex was a sin. You weren’t really told why but it was an unspoken moral rule. 

Women weren’t allowed to have sex until after marriage and if the man wants it. Women were for men’s pleasure and to make babies; that was it. From an early age, you were always doubtful of this but you were always too scared to make your concerns known.

You had asked your mother about it after you started your courses, but you were immediately shut down and scolded for even thinking such a thing. So every time you had a question or concern, you always had to push it down and you never spoke about it.

Once, you had heard, in the middle of the night, your mother with your father in their bedroom, it sounded like they were both in pain. You peaked inside their room and what you saw shocked you to your core. It was not in fact your mother, but it was your father with another woman. It looked painful. Why would someone engage in such acts if it was painful? It didn’t make sense.

From an early age, you were already seeing contradictions from everyone and you didn’t know what to believe.

One night, you tried touching yourself, just out of curiosity. It felt…different, but good. Though you were too scared and embarrassed to continue. Surely, you were going to hell for what you did. You prayed for forgiveness, and you never touched yourself again.

You knew it would probably bring shame upon you and your family, but you had always wanted to pursue a career in psychology. The mind was fascinating, and you had always wanted to figure out what causes people to do what they do; why they lie, why they hurt others, why they are so insistent on following old rules. Doctor Laszlo Kreizler had been looking for someone to intern for him. Despite being a woman, the doctor seemed happy to welcome you to his team.

It was very early on when you started to see Doctor Kreizler in a different light, one that you had not seen anyone before. He was very handsome, even your mother had confessed that to you privately. But it felt different this time. You had crushes before, but you never thought to act on them. You just figured that your parents would find you a man to marry and that would be that, but thankfully they weren’t that old fashioned. You were allowed to choose someone for yourself if you wanted, and you found that Laszlo was someone you wanted very badly. Just one small problem: he was your boss and you had no idea if he’d ever feel the same way.

You’d feel embarrassed every time you interacted with him, which was a lot. You would have to really concentrate whenever he was teaching you what to do with certain patients, and you managed well enough. Sometimes you’d sit in on one of his counseling sessions to see what he does and how he goes about it, but his voice was so mesmerizing that you’d forget exactly what he had been saying. It was debilitating, your crush, always feeling such yearning whenever he caught your gaze; but you had to move on. It definitely would not be professional if you acted on your sinful feelings to him. 

Your lust got even worse when Laszlo started to get more touchy feely with you. He wasn’t inappropriate of course, just lingering touches here and there whenever you did a good job with the patients; but that was more than enough for your fantasies to run wild with false hope that he might’ve liked you back. He even insisted you call him by his first name, before you always addressed him as Doctor Kreizler. He unknowingly was only fanning the flames of your infatuation.

Your crush just kept growing stronger and stronger.

Finally, one day, one of the doctor’s other employee’s told you that he needed to see you in his office later that day. You were instantly worried, thinking you may have done a bad job or worse, he had found out about your crush on him. But the employee said you had nothing to worry about, telling you that you were the fastest learner they had ever seen. It lessened your nerves…only slightly. You’d just have to find out for yourself.

You decided to go to his office early, otherwise you’d be worrying yourself to death and you didn’t care much for that. But when you arrived, the doctor wasn’t there. Serves you right for being impatient, you supposed.

You waited in Doctor Kreizler’s office, twiddling your thumbs and failing to calm your nerves. So instead, you decided to look around, despite knowing you shouldn’t, but you didn’t know what else to do. 

Scanning his bookshelves absentmindedly, you came across a particularly eye-catching name. Kama Sutra? You let out an audible gasp as you saw the cover on the front of the book. It was a man and a woman being…intimate with each other. You tried not to judge, but what kind of deviant would keep a book like this? Despite your initial horror, you couldn’t help but skim through the pages, feeling yourself growing uncomfortably hot at the words and illustrations. There were words on those pages that you didn’t even have a clue what they meant, but they felt dirty regardless.

You were so enraptured by all this new information that you didn’t notice Doctor Kreizler walk in. You all but jumped out of your skin as you heard him clear his throat, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, Lord, I am so sorry, Doctor. I was just waiting for you to get back but this caught my eye, I didn’t mean to pry, I promise.” You rambled with a slight stutter, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest when Laszlo took the book from you with a ghost of a smile. “Please, sir, don’t tell anyone I was looking at this, if my parents found out, they’d throw me on the streets! I’ll pray for forgiveness!”

Laszlo gently shook his head, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “It’s quite alright, it’ll stay between us. Please, you don’t have to put on the pious act for me.”

You furrowed your brow, tilting your head slightly in confusion. “An act, sir? What do you mean?”

“The whole pretending that you think every single thing pertaining to sex is sinful and immoral.” He said with a brittle chuckle.

“It…it’s not?”

Laszlo froze, his eyes scanning your face for any indication that you were playing up the innocent act, but he didn’t find anything about your expression that would lead him to believe that you were lying. Were you actually this innocent? “You’ve never been taught about sex before? Anything about it?”

Your cheeks felt like they had been lit aflame, you looked down, your hair hiding your face slightly. “It’s a sin, especially before marriage. The only reason to do it is if you want to have a child.” You recited from what you learned from your parents and pastor.

“God, is that what your parents taught you? Hypocrites. It’s ridiculous. Of course sex isn’t sinful.”

“But…what about touching oneself? Surely that’s a sin, right?”

“It’s a natural part of growing up. Everyone has done it, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Laszlo noticed your nervousness, the fiddling with your hands and your eyes anywhere but his. “Have you never touched yourself before? Never even tried?”

You bit your lip, rubbing your hand up your arm as you felt goosebumps start to rise. “Once, but it didn’t feel right…at all. I never tried again. I never should have done it in the first place.” You felt ashamed talking about this with someone as professional as Laszlo. He must’ve been so ashamed of you as well, you wished you never even set foot in his office. But what you didn’t know was Laszlo was feeling ashamed of himself for how lustful he felt all of a sudden. The thought that you had never experienced sexual pleasure made his pants feel way too tight in that moment, and he felt sorry for you, but not in a condescending way. It would be a risk for your professional relationship, but it was one he was willing to take.

You didn’t notice Laszlo walking closer to you until you felt his hand gently graze your hand that was nervously holding your other arm. You felt your heart skip a beat as you finally looked up at him, finding his eyes to be searching yours. His tantalizing stare felt like it was penetrating your soul, him being so close to you that you could see your own startled expression in his dilated pupils. “Do you want me to show you how it’s done?” Laszlo asked in a low tone, his voice almost gravelly, causing a shiver to run down your spine in anticipation.

You didn’t know why, but you suddenly felt a burning hot desire in your lower stomach, a slick wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs. Your expression reflected in his eyes turned from being startled to almost dazed. Out of anything he could’ve said, Laszlo surprised you with that. You wanted to say yes, so badly. But… “What will happen to me if I say yes?” You asked timidly, glancing down at his hand on yours.

“Nothing that you don’t consent to.” He smiled softly, but with your fearful expression, he realized what you actually were asking. “I promise, you’re not going to hell if you allow me to do this.”

You exhaled shakily. “Okay.”

Laszlo smiled, running his hand up to your shoulder and moving a piece of hair out of your face. “Sit on my desk and lift up your skirts for me please.” He instructed, and you obeyed nervously, feeling your whole body heat up as he watched intently as you exposed most of your legs to him. “Good girl.” You try not to squirm as Laszlo stood right next to you, feeling his breath on your neck as he lightly held you in place with his right arm and using his left hand to gently trail up your inner thigh, eliciting another shiver from you. “If I do anything that you don’t like or want to stop for any reason, just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You took a deep breath as Laszlo finally reached your aching cunt, exhaling sharply when his fingers made contact with your sex. “Spread your legs for me, my dear.” You gasped as he touched a spot that was particularly sensitive. “Is that painful?” He asked, but you quickly shook your head no. “This spot is called the clitoris, it’s the only human organ where its sole purpose is to provide pleasure. Isn’t that extraordinary?” He spoke huskily into your ear, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body, all while you were still struggling to keep still as he kept slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You wanted him to go faster, but all you could do was whimper pitifully as Laszlo started to kiss and nip at your neck. “How does that feel, Schatz?”

“G-Good…” You whimpered, “so good but…”

“What is it?”

“Can you…move a bit faster, please?” Laszlo smirked at your stuttering voice, finding your shyness adorable. Instead of giving you what you craved, he did the opposite, removing his hand from you and moving to stand in between your legs, spreading your legs even further. “What are you-? Oh!” You gasped as Laszlo slowly pushed one of his fingers inside you, the intrusion foreign but not entirely unwelcome…

“And how does this feel? Still good?” He asked, adding a second finger and gently thrusting into you, the stretch causing you to wince slightly but you didn’t want him to stop. You let out your first moan as he rubbed your clit with his thumb in tandem with his thrusts. “I assume that was a yes, hm?”

“Y-Yeah…” You moaned, your hips moving against his hand mindlessly, starting to feel pleasure building and building inside you. “Feels so good, Laszlo…” 

Laszlo lifted your chin with his other hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He wanted to see your face. He finally kissed you as he sped up his hand movements, swallowing your loud moans, a deep guttural groan escaping him as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. “You feel that pressure building in your body?” You nodded quickly, panting and moaning but you still tried to pay attention to what he was saying. “You’re getting close to what’s called an orgasm. It’s a feeling of euphoria when you reach the peak of sexual pleasure.”

“Are…are you getting close?” You stuttered.

Laszlo smiled, hiding a wince when his cock jumped in his pants. “I’m not the one getting pleasured, you are.” And as if right on cue, you felt yourself reach that peak and it was indescribable. Your body burned all over, but in a good way. You moaned loudly as you rode out that wave, gripping onto the doctor’s waistcoat for purchase. Your corset felt almost painful as your nipples hardened as you came, it felt all too restrictive. But you came down from that high, and you already wanted to feel it again. “Are you okay?” Laszlo’s soft deep voice brought you back to reality.

“Can…can you make me do that again?” You asked shyly, causing Laszlo to chuckle.

You winced as Laszlo lightly tapped your clit, the feeling almost too much to handle. “You’re too sensitive. Some people can’t come again right after because of the oversensitivity. But you might be ready to go again after several minutes.”

“But I want you to feel good too. I want you to…come.” You spoke timidly, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. He almost melted on the spot.

Laszlo frowned, shaking his head, trying to ignore his aching cock that was just crying out for stimulation. “I don’t want to hurt you. It might be too much, especially right now.”

“But I want you, Laszlo. I really do.” Laszlo didn’t say anything as you reached for the buttons on his pants, feeling guilty as he let you nervously palm his member through his trousers. “Please, I want you to be my first…”

Laszlo exhaled a shaky breath, grabbing your face and kissing you lightly with a frustrated growl. “First times for women can be painful…”

“I don’t care. I want you to show me what it’s like.” You begged, gently biting his bottom lip, doing everything in your power to let him know that you’d be okay.

Laszlo finally gave in, kissing you again with much more fervor, allowing himself to crave your touch. Your hands were all over him, messing up his perfectly styled hair and undoing the buttons of his waistcoat so you could feel more of him. You moaned as he squeezed your breasts through your dress, running his hands up and down your torso as you pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants. But he suddenly stopped, taking your hand away before speaking. “We’re going to take this slow, okay? If I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” He said seriously.

“Okay.”

Laszlo slowly rubbed the head of his cock in between your folds, you letting out small whines as he rubbed himself on your still overly sensitive clit. He looked into your eyes when he lined himself up with your entrance, silently asking for your approval. You nodded, holding onto his hand that was gripping your thigh.

His cock was much bigger than his fingers, that’s for sure. You let out a silent cry when he entered you, just his tip stretching you far more than his fingers. It was a burning pressure, but you still didn’t want him to stop. Despite the initial pain, it felt so natural for him to be inside you. You accepted him as best you could, him stilling inside you when he bottomed out. “Are you okay?” He asked, already panting from holding himself back.

“Yes, Laszlo, please. Keep going.” You and Laszlo both let out deep guttural groans as he started to thrust into you slowly, him keeping a firm grip on your thigh as he rocked his hips back and forth. Soon, you started to feel a new type of pleasure. It didn’t feel the same as when he was rubbing your clit, but whatever it was, it felt amazing. Every time Laszlo thrusted, the tip of his cock would hit that spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull. His slow thrusts weren’t enough now. You wanted more. You needed more. “Faster…please.” You whined, moving your own hips up to meet his.

“You sure?” It was sweet that he was always checking in, you appreciated it, but sweet wasn’t what you needed at that moment. You nodded vigorously, grabbing the collar of his shirt roughly and bringing him down to kiss you.

“Oh, my God-!” You gasped, moaning in his ear as he sped up his thrusts, his skin slapping against yours echoing around his office. “You feel so good.” You smiled tremulously, tears of overwhelming pleasure brimming your eyes. Laszlo’s grunting and soft moaning had to have been the prettiest sound you had ever heard, each others’ moans mixing together like a symphony. 

“You’re exquisite, my dear.” Laszlo breathed out, moaning every time he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls taking him in deep and holding on with a vice grip. “You’re doing so well…fuck.” He cursed, his cock twitching as he sped up even more, chasing his own release desperately, your pretty moans spurring him on. “I’m so close.” He voiced, his words coming out strangled, his hand tightening around yours, bringing it up and placing a light kiss on your knuckles.

“Do it, come. Please, come.” You whimpered, crossing your legs behind his back, not allowing him to remove himself from you, pulling him as close as possible. His heavy breaths and soft moans fanned across your skin as he neared his climax, placing sloppy kisses on your cheek and down your neck, his neatly trimmed beard scratching at your skin. You cried out as Laszlo started to rub your clit once more, desperate to feel you come around his cock. “Please, please…” You whined, not even sure what you were asking for. His circular motions on your clit paired with his cock roughly splitting you open over and over again was almost too much, but you fully relinquished yourself to him, happy to be used by someone you admired so much.

“Come for me again, Schatz. I want to feel you, please.” Laszlo moaned, speeding up his ministrations on your clit.

“Laszlo!” You squealed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you reached that peak once more, falling limp in his arms as you rode out your second orgasm.

“Oh, Scheiße!” Laszlo stilled as you clenched around him, letting out a loud strained grunt as he finally released inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. He buried his head in your shoulder, panting heavily along with you, trying to steady his heartbeat. “Are…are you okay?” He asked nervously as he pulled out of you and stuffed himself back into his trousers, looking into your eyes with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no. You didn’t.” You shook your head, wearing a tired satisfied smile. “I really liked it.”

Laszlo let out a relieved sigh. “Good.” He said, wearing a lopsided grin, placing a short light kiss on the tip of your nose. He chuckled breathlessly, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting the day to turn out like this…but I’m glad it did.”

“Me too.” You smiled timidly, but then you remembered something. “So, um, why did you want to see me in the first place?” You asked.

Laszlo chuckled nervously, gently caressing your cheek while a slight blush. “Oh, I was, uh.” He cleared his throat, “With how well you’re doing, I was going to ask you to work for the Institute officially. Paid and everything. But now…I want to take you out on a date too, if you’d allow me.”

“Really?” You beamed.

“Really.”

“I’d love that. Both. Both of those things. To work here and go on a date with you.” You rambled with a giggle, making Laszlo smile.

“Great…I suppose we should get back to work now.” He said reluctantly, holding onto your hips like he never wanted to let you go.

“I promise, I won’t let you regret hiring me.”

“I don’t think you could make me regret anything, my dear.”

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back on my bullshit (aka, i'm obsessed with Daniel again). nobody talk to me.

#the alienist #laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler imagine #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler x fem!reader #laszlo kreizler smut #daniel brühl

[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

[mrsmaxwelllord]

INFATURATION - The Reunion

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader

Summary: After years of solitude, protected by the wall of a house you were forced to call your own, you open the doors to welcome your stepdaughter. Only to see her bring in the man who cause all your misfortune.

A/N: There isn't any warnings bc this chapter only introduces the plot and briefly narrates the reunion of Laszlo and his former lover.

But this is a Persuasion-inspired fic — meaning it is a second-change romance.

I think this is all, for now.

Enjoy!

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 It is unthinkable.

 The grimace on your face was caught by your company when the stranger’s silhouette took shape. But that was no stranger at all, you could tell, even in the distance when his face was yet to be revealed.

 The brown hair, the bright eyes, the cane... 

 This must be a dream, a terrible nightmare — was your first thought when you recognized the figure.

 You gasped for air, tightening your hold on Edwinas arm. You could hear her calling your name, but it was as low as a whisper. Barely there, mixed with the loud waves.

 The silhouette doubled, forming a second figure, one that you couldn’t quite place. It was of no consequence, you were transfixed by the approaching man.

 Step by ungainly step on the sand he shortened the space between the two of you. In no time his features became visible, demanding attention. The bright brown eyes above anything else, but the matching hair still had its charm even now, curling behind his ears.

 When his eyes finally meet yours it is in wonder, but it feels like being punched in the stomach. Hard and painful.  There was a knot in your throat and you couldn't breathe properly. 

 His lips opened to whisper your name.

 It was only with a scream you broke out of the devil’s spell.

 Daniel, the reason for your oh so tard visit to the beach, was the one to scream and so snape you back to reality. Demanding your attention to the funny shell he found by the Ocean.

 You turn around to face him, baffled still.

 “Ma’am, are you well?” questioned the governess at the same time Danny screamed “Mama” at the top of his lungs. Your ears were buzzing and, truth be told, you were definitely not in full control of your mental abilities yet.

 You did not know to whom you should answer first, the maid or the bubbling infant,  but the dripping clothes of the child way too close to the Ocean's waves gave you the directions you needed.

 “That is enough, young man” you said, calling your son closer to you. 

 “Yes, mister,” Edwina agreed upon seeing the deed. “That isn’t proper behaviour.”

 He laughs and doesn't shake at your objection, but runs to you and shows the shell holding out his tiny hands.

“M’Sorry” he murmurs “I wanted you to see this. It’s a present, you see?”

You take the shell and thanks for the gift, another addition to your collection.

“Ma’am, how are you feeling?” 

You face Edwina, still much aware of the strangers, and force a smile.

“I’m much better. Thank you.”

“You looked so sick just now,” she says.

“No need to worry about it, Edwina.” You look at the couple from the corner of your eye, noticing that they have their arms lined.

She hums and Danny rounds circles around you.

“Oh, what a delightful surprise” Professor Stratton greets you.

 You turn around abruptly.

 In your terror, you did not recognize the figure beside Doctor Laszlo Kreizler, but now you could tell who it was. Miss Stratton was correct, what a surprise! — you just couldn’t agree with the delightfulness. Miss Stratton was to arrive the very first thing tomorrow morning, but you guessed the ship did not care for men's assumptions.

 “Karen” you smile, “you arrived early!”

  Her smile was just as bright and contagious as you remember it, and she looked very satisfied. Karen took your hands between hers gently, squeezing it, and, when Daniel very carefully not to be heard whispered a question to Edwina, she gasped.

 “Oh, that can’t be!” she turned to him, then asked. “Is this the tiny baby I held in my arms not five years ago? Is this Danny?”

 Despite being very excited and anxious about the arrival of his half-sister and not being able to stop talking about her to anyone listening in the previous weeks, Daniel fell silent with her attention. Suddenly very shy.

 “Go ahead, Danny” you encouraged him, stretching out your hand so he could hold it and come closer. “Say hello to Karen, she was very excited to see you again.”

 “Were you?” he asked, timid.

 Dr Keizler stood in silence, flabbergasted, watching the scene before him evolve. Both because nobody introduced or talked to him and he simply could not believe his eyes.

 He looked at you and the boy with gushing curiosity, a feeling he couldn't quite describe, but relish. Yearn. He wished you would look him in the eyes, but you were focused on the chatting.

 Professor Stratton chatted to the kid she called Danny for a good pair of minutes before turning back to him. 

 “How can I be so rude?” She faced Laszlo. “Mrs. Stratton,  Mrs. Smith, Danny, this is the friend I talked about. Dr Laszlo Kreizler.”

 “It is a pleasure, sir,” said Edwina.

 Danny promptly, and exaggeratedly, bowed in greeting. Giggling like only a kid could.

 You weren’t sure what to do. You already knew Dr Kreizler so the introduction wasn’t necessary, but you also did not know if you wanted everybody to be aware of it.

 Before you could do or say anything about it, Karen recalled:

 “She originally is from New York, Laszlo. Perhaps you've even seen each other around the city.”

 “Indeed. We already met” Laszlo answered, without taking his eyes off of you. 

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So, this is it. The first chapter of the fic I talked about months ago. I haven't finished it as I hoped I'd by now, but I really wanted to post this. The Daniel Brühl's fandom is so quiet lately, I miss the old days.

Oh, yes, I did name the kid Daniel!!!! couldn't help it.

I hope you liked it!!

xoxo

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Ouroboros - Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x fem!reader

Smut. Fluff. Idiots in love. You're in denial about your crush on Eddie until he has to go on the run and crash at your place. Horny antics ensue.

Ceremony and Devotion - Khonshu & Moon Boys (Moon Knight) x fem!reader

Smut. Human/Deity relations. Khonshu fucks, send tweet.

Hotel Room Service - Adrian Chase (Peacemaker) x afab!reader

Smut. Fluff. Drunk Sex. Sharing a hotel room with Adrian just got a little bit complicated.

The Somnambulist - dark!Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist) x fem!reader

Darkfic. Smut. Noncon. Horror Elements. What if Dr. Kreizler was actually a terrible human being and also committed grievous malpractice with a patient?

A Dangerous Line - Eros/Starfox (Marvel's Eternals) x fem!reader

Smut. Human/Deity relations (ish). Surprise! The myth of Eros and Psyche is mostly true, and you're about to find out just how much.

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A Long Day - sleepy cuddles, Zemo x gn!Reader

Baron of Mine - spy!AU, Zemo x fem!Reader

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Hold Me Tight - huddling for warmth, Bucky x Zemo

Laszlo Kreizler

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Snapshot in the Fast Lane** - set in 70s F1, Niki x fem! photographer Reader

That Ferrari Jacket** - technically RPF but it's smut involving Niki's racing jacket, sub!Niki x gn!Reader

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Sebastian Zöllner

What a Brat Gets** - you teach Seb a lesson in patience, sub!Sebastian x Reader

Lieutenant Horstmayer

You're My Lifeline** - an A/B/O Joyeux Noel fic with omega!Horstmayer x alpha!Audebert x beta!Gordon (on temporary hiatus)

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Pit Stop - the first meeting (based on true events) between Niki & James

Love Will Keep Us Together - Niki, James, and many other classic F1 boys partying it up

That Ferrari Jacket** - smut involving Niki's racing jacket, sub!Niki x gn!Reader

In My Blood - a Niki Lauda drabble

Breakfast In Bed - a sleepy morning with Niki x James x John

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Would you consider Laszlo + 4 or 19 for the angsty kiss prompts? 😬👉👈

4 or 19? Why not BOTH?

Warnings: lot of blood, mental and physical abuse and mention of rape

“Push!” The nurse shouted at you as you screamed in your bed, there wasn’t time to bring you to the hospital when the contractions begun. You whimpered and kicked as nothing prepared you to the pain you were witnessing now and the vile woman pushing her body weight on one of your legs.

“Please, please, I can’t anymore” you groaned in exhaustion, your mind dizzy, your strengths were leaving you.

“You are a terrible mother, you care nothing about your child” the doctor scolded you harshly, you trembled as tears rolled down your cheeks, you screamed and cried like a wounded animal as they commented on you like that.

“She is not ready, she can’t do it” the nurse said to the doctor.

You trembled, hair sticking on your forehead because of the sweat, were you failing your baby already? Only the thought pained you and made you wish to die, die before failing the baby and your husband in an irreversible way.

“Fathers should be outside” the doctor growled as the door slammed open.

“You open your mouth one more time” a walking stick pressing on the doctor’s neck, a warning.

“Laszlo” you called as you recognised the voice, your eyes barely open as he kneeled beside you, you felt his cold hand on you

“I am here szerelmem, I am here” he whispered kissing your tears covered lips.

“Laszlo I can’t” you whimpered

“You do, you can, listen to me” he whispered softly as he pushed a pillow more on your back as he leaned beside you.

“No, no the doctor said…. I can’t fail our baby, I cannot, I don’t want to..I-I”

“Listen to me, I am the only doctor you listen to”

You nod lightly.

“Go on, breathe in, feel the air inside, follow my voice, you’ll be such an amazing mother, our child will be so lucky, I will be jealous of all that love. You will be the most amazing nurturer, I know, I have seen you, I know our baby will be perfect and healthy and happy. And I promise I will teach the piano, I swear, I know I said I won’t but I will. I will bring you two to the countryside for the weekend, and when the baby will be old enough, we will travel to Europe, I will show you Paris and London and Wien”

You felt his hand move between your legs with a gasp of the nurse blaming the doctor to allow this.

“Think of how happy we will be, I want to see you smile, I am sure our baby will have your smile”

“And your scrunchy nose” you whimper among tears

“And my scrunchy nose” he assures “Now breath in, you can feel my hand, I am here with you, now let out the air and push”

You obeyed, quietly, the pain still there but you tried to focus on those beautiful images he gave you.

“Good, one more�� he whispered against your temple and you groaned and you felt the baby actually starting to move.

“I can feel it, I feel the head, my god our baby had to be born with so much hair” he chuckled making you giggle among the tears as you breathed in.

“Damn”

“Don’t stop my love, do it once more, once more for me, but strong”

You took all the air your lungs would allow, his right hand resting aimlessly on your arm was also giving you comfort as you gave in some strong pushes and a cry raised to fill the room.

“Oh my god” you groaned as you collapsed down on the pillows absolutely ruined.

The doctor quickly cut the chord and the nurse wrapped up the baby in a towel but Laszlo wanted it immediately throwing away the towel, his shirt getting dirty of blood, his left hand already bloody from helping you.

“Look szerelmem, look”

You whimpered as you smiled but words were way past you as you leaned your lips on the baby’s forehead covering it in kisses no matter the bloody dirt, before Laszlo gently guided the baby on your exposed chest. Blood stain wasn’t even considered a minor damage here.

“I told you” he said proudly

You smiled as he leaned in and kissed your lips dirty of your own blood, the same blood that stained his.

“This is just the beginning” he assured you.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Who am I? What I mean for you?”

“You’re my father, you are the person I love the most, you’re the kindest and truest gentleman int he world” you answer eagerly.

“Why are we talking?”

“Because, I am ashamed, because I asked doctor Kreizler to help me after I gave in before my marriage to the man I love”

“You love only Laszlo Kreizler, don’t you?”

“No, he is my doctor, he helps me with my guilt feelings, I love Theodore”

“Wrong. you won’t meet Theodore Roosevelt anymore, he hurt you, he insulted your kind soul and your body with false promises and vain talks convincing you he meant more. He is into another woman, a woman expecting his baby”

“He didn’t”

“Of course he did, don’t you remember? I told you, you’re too scared to remember but your father knows better, I know the only man that can protect you is the Doctor. Theodore betrayed you with many women and with Sara Howard, you’re alone in this world”

“I don’t want to be alone”

“Who can help you then?”

“Dr Kreizler”

“Exactly, you will be with him, you’ll be safe, you will love him and be round of his children. Do you love him?”

“I do” you said immediately

You listened as those words shaped inside you, the images taking control of you, your father with his grey hair and kind smile looking at you from his standing position, his pocket watch resting in his hand. He wants your best, he always did, he only advised you in the best way through all your life.

“You never wanted Theodore Roosvelt, he raped you, he never loved you, Dr Kreizler is the only man for you”

You nod as tears started to fall on your cheeks as that rape happened in your mind, just as your father run through the shameful details of it, of how Theodore did this and touched you like that and made you a shameful woman and unworthy of any honest man for his sole pleasure.

“But, will Dr Kreizler love a woman like me?”

“If you are the best wife you can be, he will” he said with a smile “and I know you’re the best girl”

You smiled brightly, the fear being slowly calmed by hope.

“Now bit your lip and don’t stop until it is bleeding”

The request coming from afar, ringing a bell in your mind so you did, you bit it hard until blood was streaming down your bottom lip.

“Good, now you will wake up and you’ll feel safe”

You cried as your mind was crowded by horrible memories.

You opened your eyes, the hypnosis grieving over your spirit, terrible memories mixed up with made up truths that the doctor sapiently put in your mind, you looked up as Dr Kreizler stood in front of you. His comforting smile welcomed you “welcome back my dear, you had quite of a time to wake up, I was afraid I’d didn’t see your smile again” he said lovingly caressing your sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. “What did you remember my dear?” He asked you looking down at your broken lip and steaming tears “you were so scared, look what you did”

You trembled, as he came closer to touch your lips you hugged him pulling him against your sitting figure pressing your lips against his desperately. You were unable to confront him with the memory of a shameful rape that never happened as he moved his arms around you.

“I am sorry, I just, I remembered something”

“You’re safe” he assure you wrapping his left arm around you letting you rest against his warm chest “whatever happened, you’re safe with me”

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𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖐𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖟𝖑𝖊𝖗 | 𝔠𝔥.1: 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 | there's a tension between you and dr. kreizler that ever john moore can sense and, after an injury while defending you, you and laszlo finally come to terms with your feelings. 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 | laszlo kreizler x fem!reader (y/n) 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 | 4.8k 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 | explicit language, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, too much flowery victorian language, one single and awful cody ko reference 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 | alright the alienist is plaguing me and i cant stop thinking ab fucking laszlo so HERE YOU GO. enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio!

You heard the roar of the protests outside the door as you snapped the latches of the briefcase shut. Taking a quick chance, you pushed yourself up a bit in order to look out of a glass panel of the red door, and you surveyed the crows outside the morgue. “Goodness, Doctor,” you breathed. “There’ll be a riot soon, no doubt.”

The German doctor gave a little grunt, not so much in response but rather an affirmation that he heard you. You hadn’t known Doctor Laszlo Kreizler for very long, hardly half a year, ever since you had been convinced to join the little crime-fighting syndicate that your coworker Sara had roped you into. At first, you had only agreed because Sara had made it seem like they were up to their necks in work, but her real reason very quickly became apparent when you met Dr. Kreizler and Mr. Moore. They were brilliant at their jobs, each man successful in his own endeavors, but they were men. They were bold, brash, impulsive, and rude (especially the doctor), and they were often stopped from tyrades by you or Sara calming them down. After all, it was often said that women were more logical than men. You knew that both Mr. Moore and Dr. Kreizler were too prideful to admit it, but you suspected that they were thankful for both you and Sara.

“Keep your head down,” John said from behind you. “And keep a firm hold on that case, you understand? Those documents are important.”

“Yes,” you said softly. You did understand the importance of the documents: John’s sketches of the victim’s bodies, Sara’s paperwork that she had smuggled from the police station. Essentially, all of the evidence for the entire case was in your hands. You didn’t want to face John's (or, more frightening) Dr. Kreizler’s wrath if the documents were misplaced or ruined. The crowd couldn’t be that awful to handle, could it? It was a mere few meters from the door of the morgue to the carriage that awaited, and there were police.

John went to tend to Sara, and you were struck silent when Dr. Kreizler turned to you. Of all the men in the world, you were intrigued by him the most. He was intimidating on the surface, with his piercing dark brown eyes and dark accented voice. But he was brilliant, perhaps one of the smartest men you had ever met. You liked working closely with Dr. Kreizler, and you hoped that he would continue to call upon you for investigative help once this child murderer was apprehended. Dr. Kreizler called himself an “alienist”, a term that you were familiar with; when you were young, your mother had suffered an affliction that made her a frequent patient of an alienist in your home of Virginia. You had never met an alienist like Dr. Kreizler, though. He was rough and brash at the worst of times, but quiet and gentle at the best. There was such a dichotomy from Dr. Kreizler and his alter-ego of Laszlo, and you hardly ever knew which you were talking to. Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde, John called him behind his back (but you suspected that Dr. Kreizler knew anyway).

“Hold onto my coat,” Dr. Kreizler said quickly. “Stay close to me. Keep the case between me and yourself. Do you hear me?”

You nodded, and your grip tightened on the handle of the briefcase. Just a short walk, you reminded yourself. Just a few meters.

John left first, and, the moment the door opened and people caught a glimpse of Dr. Kreizler, an explosion of sound went off. They were yelling at him, yelling awful things about how dare he waste the lives of children, their children. You looked at Dr. Kreizler’s face, trying to see if any kind of emotion was showing through but, as he was skilled at, his face was a blank canvas. His left hand grabbed your arm and tugged you a bit closer to him, close enough to smell the musk of his cologne, and you took a fistful of the tail of his jacket. “Hold on tight,” Dr. Kreizler whispered, glancing over his shoulder at you. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought that his constant checks were for you, rather than for the documents.

The air outside felt charged with electricity as people of all sorts strained against the police barricade to have a crack at Dr. Kreizler. They were yelling, screaming, jostling the police and Dr. Kreizler, and, by extension, you. “You who have no children!” a man hissed at Dr. Kreizler, and you watched his give the man a side-long glance. “You have no soul. He has no children of his own so he must use the children of others to prove his crazy ideas-- our children!”

“Keep your head down,” Dr. Kreizler said to you, turning just enough to allow himself to speak without shouting.

“And her!” the faceless voice from the mob shouted. Maybe it was the mob as a whole. “Instead of children, she chooses crime! Can’t have children, little miss? S’why ya chose to do a man’s job?”

You hardly even had time to figure out how much the words hurt before Dr. Kreizler had spun around to face the direction that the shout came from. He sent a swift punch at a mustached man, the one who seemed guilty of the slanderous remarks, and you yelped at the suddenness of it. You had seen Dr. Kreizler get upset before, yes, but never actually get physically violent with anyone before. He had thrown chalk across the room and slammed books onto tables, but this was something new. And with his right arm, no less. Maybe it was just a scare tactic.

And surely it was, because Theordore came to the rescue soon after, and he used his boxing expertise in order to subdue the crowd enough to allow you, John, and Dr. Kreizler into the carriage. As soon as you were safely in the carriage, Dr. Kreizler was hanging over you. His face was red under his beard, and his piercing eyes seemed to be staring straight into your soul. “Are you alright?” he asked, and you jumped when John slammed the door of the carriage shut.

“Yes,” you gasped. You realized that you were still fiercely gripping Dr. Kreizler’s coat tail, and you let go of it with a grunt of pain. The thick fabric of the coat had managed to rub the heel of your hand a bit raw, and Dr. Kreizler saw it instantly. He started to take up your hand in his grip, but you stopped him. “Please, Doctor, I’m alright. Nothing a bit of salve won’t fix. Thank you.”

Dr. Kreizler took his seat across from you, sitting a bit heavily, and you tilted your head as you examined him. He was favoring his right a bit, and you watched the subtle flex of his shoulder. “You’re hurt,” you said quickly. “Dr. Kriezler, is your arm okay?”

Dr. Kreizler gave a small grunt of pain as he rolled his right shoulder, and he said, “Nothing more than a pulled muscle. It’ll correct itself in a few days.”

“Oh, goodness,” you mumbled. “Surely, that didn’t happen as you were defending me.”

“It did,” Dr. Kreizler told you. “But it’s nothing to be worried about, I assure you.”

You groaned softly, and you settled the briefcase on your lap. “I feel responsible,” you said softly. “When we get to the Institute, you must let me look at it.”

“I’m the doctor,” Kreizler said sharply. “If I say it’s alright, then it is.”

John watched you with wide eyes for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Dr. Kreizler. He was looking out the glass window of the carriage, watching the mob, and you hoped that neither man saw the tear that escaped your eye. You were quick to dry it up and return your hand to the briefcase, and you looked across to see John’s gaze slipping up your face. He had seen it, no doubt. “Here,” he started in his low gravel. “Let me…”

“No,” you said quickly. “I would like to keep an eye on them, John. Thank you, though.”

The Institute was a cheerful place. The grounds were always filled with the sound of children’s laughter, and the rooms were warm with fire. Particularly, Dr. Kreizler’s study was a fine place for you. Rows and rows of bookshelves housed so many volumes, old and new, big and small. There was a table in the middle of the room that was always disorderly with various books and papers and whatever else pertained to the tasks that Dr. Kreizler had at hand. You liked the window at the front of the room the most. It was made of milky-white glass, not clear enough to see through but enough to let the sunlight in. You would pull a chair from the table to the window and settle there, sometimes reading, sometimes listening to John and the Doctor’s bickering. Sometimes, if the Isaacsons were there, it would be the four men sharing ideas and discussing the murders.

Dr. Kreizler fell down into a chair the moment he reached the study, and you placed the briefcase on the table beside him. He grunted softly as he sat upright, and he mumbled, “Thank you”, and he slid the case in front of him.

You hesitated for a moment. Do you dare ask him a second time? “Dr. Kreizler,” you began gently. “Please.”

Dr. Kreizler shifted in his seat, looking down at his papers, and he said, “Please what?”

“Please let me look at your arm,” you said. “Even if you say nothing is wrong with it, I would like to see for myself.”

Dr. Kreizler fixed his jaw as he clenched his teeth, and he mumbled, “Why can’t you just be satisfied with the answer I give you?”

“Because, as much as you hate to admit it, I know you,” you said. “I know you more than you would wish for me to. And I know that you’re in pain. I can see it plainly on your face. Please, Dr. Kreizler… Laszlo--” At this, he looked up at you. You never used his first name, not in the few months you had known him. He was always Dr. Kreizler. Sometimes just Doctor or Kreizler or, when you were trying to placate him, good Doctor Kreizler. But never Laszlo. You had heard both John and Sara call him that, but they were closer to him. It felt almost wrong to call him that, and fear struck in your heart at his gaze. “Let me help you.”

Dr. Laszlo Kreizler studied you for a moment, almost like he was trying to measure if you were playing a game with him, and he finally said, “You musn’t comment on the limb itself. Only the injury area.”

You nodded quickly, and you watched as Laszlo began to undo the buttons on his vest with his left hand. Quickly realizing that he couldn’t do it one-handed, you jumped to help him. You carefully pushed his hand away and started at the buttons yourself, and you pushed the vest aside to work at the buttons on his shirt. You could sense the nervous energy that was coming off of him, and the overwhelming urge to kiss him overtook you. But you couldn’t do that, and you weren’t even sure if you wanted to. Yes, Laszlo was a handsome man, but you hadn’t ever thought of him like that before. Although, you reconsidered as his shirt began to yawn open, maybe you had. The good doctor permeated your dreams often, perhaps often enough to cause the little fluttering stir in your stomach.

You pushed the butterflies aside and finished the task at hand, and you very carefully pulled the shirt from off of his arm. You let your eyes wander down the length of his arm, his so-called “broken wing”. It was decidedly smaller than his left, skinny, hardly anything on it except for the malformed bones and thin skin, housed by the pressed sleeve of his shirt. The skin about his elbows was marked with scars, and the rest was covered in freckles. And his shoulder was a reddish-blue, already bruising up. “Oh, dear,” you mumbled. “It’s bruised. I think it’s a torn muscle rather than a pulled one. You need to see a doctor about this.”

“And what do you suspect they’ll tell me?” Laszlo asked. “Anything more than what I already know?”

You sighed. “You don’t know everything, Doctor,” you mumbled. “Let me go downstairs and get you a cold compress, it might soothe it a bit.”

“You did what you asked to,” Laszlo said. “You looked at it. You never said anything about treating it.”

“I assumed that that was a given,” you said. You couldn’t help the way that your gaze lingered on his arm, and you hoped that he didn’t notice it. The last thing you wanted was for Laszlo to get truly angry with you. “But, alright. If you truly wish to dismiss me based on a technicality…” You carefully helped him do up his shirt again, making sure to adjust the boarded collar just right so that it didn’t make too much of an awful racket, and you froze as you did up his tie.

His hand was on your waist. His right hand. You looked down at yourself and where his palm was nestled just over your hip, and you looked back at his face. His head was tilted a bit, looking at you, and he carefully retracted his hand. “Have I overstepped?” he asked cautiously, which was not an emotion that you were familiar with when it came to Dr. Kreizler.

You swallowed thickly. Your hands were shaking just a bit, and you shook your head. “No,” you managed to tell him. “No, you’re alright, Doctor.”

“Why am I always Doctor?” Laszlo asked. “John is John, Sara is Sara, the Isaacsons are the Isaacsons. Why am I never just Laszlo?”

You shrugged, and you slipped a few fingers behind the knot of the tie in order to ensure that you didn’t fasten it too tight. “It never feels right to call you anything but that,” you mumbled. “I suppose I can start calling you Laszlo, though, if that pleases you.”

“It does,” Laszlo said, and you watched a rare smile upturn his cheeks. It was faint, but it was there. “Funny how pleasure works.”

You scoffed and dropped the tie. “Please don’t start waxing poetic about pleasure, Laszlo,” you chuckled, and you moved along the table to where a pile of documents awaited. “I’ve heard it enough.”

“Then you know the importance of it,” Laszlo said, and he stood up from his seat. “Without pleasure, there can be no pain.”

“And without rain, there cannot be sun,” you added. “Good and bad, yin and yang; one cannot exist without the other.”

“Right,” Laszlo said. “Antitheses. What if, perhaps, there can be no sin if there is not repentance? No righteousness without evil? No male without female?”

“I suppose that follows your logic,” you said. You looked at Laszlo across the table and smiled at him, and you quickly said, “What if that is our killer’s motive? Repentance for sins? Y-You said that crimes like this are done out of revenge, so what if the killer had similar crimes befall him in his youth, and this is a twisted way of repenting?”

Suddenly filled with fervor, you searched the table for the small journal calendar that Laszlo had pulled out several weeks before. “The murders take place on the holy days,” you said. “Pentecost, the Ascension… The letter about seeing Georgio in front of the church. What if this is religiously motivated?”

Laszlo took in a deep breath, and he said, “That’s very likely… Repentance… You’re a brilliant young woman.”

Your skin buzzed with the praise, and you stepped closer to Laszlo in order to hand him the journal. “I’m just glad to be of service,” you told him. “I can’t imagine what I would be doing at the police station.”

Laszlo took the journal from your hand and set it back on the table, and his hand slipped from his jacket pocket. The air was silent but fantastically electrically charged, and you nearly jumped out of your body when Laszlo’s hand cupped your cheek. The contact felt like a scalding iron, but you leaned into it. You raised your hand and covered his with yours, and you whispered, “I’m glad you think so highly of me, Doctor.”

“I think the world of you,” Laszlo whispered. His hand was warm against your face, and you were only apart for just a second more before Laszlo was leaning into you and kissing you. It was a foreign feeling for you, and you were sure that it was for Laszlo as well; with no fiancée or courtship of any kind, you doubted if he had any experience with kissing or things of that sort. That being said, his kiss felt good. His mouth was warm against yours, his beard soft on your chin and cheeks, and you found yourself leaning further into him. You were wholly unsure of what you were asking for by doing this, but you were sure that Laszlo would oblige no matter what.

You only broke the kiss when Laszlo’s hand went from your face to your back. “Marcus and Lucius will be here any moment,” you gasped. “I think it best if we--”

“I have to have you,” Laszlo whispered on shaking breaths.

“How?” you asked. “Have you ever…?”

“No,” Laszlo said. His hand on your back went flat, drawing you closer to him, and he added, “Instincts come in at some point, my dear. After all, we are nothing more than animals.”

“Oh, Laszlo, that doesn’t sound arousing in the slightest,” you laughed softly. “At least make an effort to seduce me.”

“Is my standing here not enough?” Laszlo asked. “Is my kissing you not persuasive enough to have me? What more must I do? Must I lavish your whole body with my tongue? Must my hands go places they dare not before? Tell me, my beloved; I’ll do it all.”

“Do just that,” you breathed and drew him back in for another kiss. “Do it all.”

In an instant, almost as if something had possessed the poor doctor, he had shoved your hips against the edge of the table, and his kiss was on your lips again. This was hungrier and more desperate than before, and you took handfuls of his jacket, urging him closer and closer until his body was flushed against yours. You reveled in the warmth that he gave off, and you gave a quiet gasp when his left arm wrapped around you and hauled you onto the table. In an instant, Laszlo was pushing your legs open and fitting himself between your thighs, and his mouth left yours in favor of your throat. The neck of your shirt nearly inhibited his actions, but he made do, kissing your jawline and ear instead.

“Laszlo,” you whispered quickly. “The door’s open, anyone could--”

“Exactly,” Laszlo said into your neck, and he gave it a gentle nip with his front teeth. “Which is why we have to hurry.”

You weren’t exactly thrilled at the notion of that, but you had no other choice. The shocking need in your core was too much to ignore or put off. You needed Laszlo. Your hands left his jacket and went instead to his pants, and you gave shallow breaths as you worked at the buttons over his groin. You jumped a bit when Laszlo gave a low, guttural groan, and you almost mistook it for one of pain before your hand touched him through his pants. The very thought that you had caused this reaction in the otherwise composed and steadfast doctor made your cunt flutter with a nervous anticipation, and you tugged Laszlo back for another kiss. By then, his mouth had learned the shape of yours, and he kissed you like it was the last thing he would ever do. You loved it. You loved everything about it. You loved the way his hands felt on your waist, or skating up your legs to bustle your skirt at your hips. You loved the warmth of his breath in your mouth. You loved the feeling of him nearly quivering between your legs; that, you were sure, was not an animal instinct.

For a long while, the only sounds were that of your shared panting and the rustling of your clothing. You hated how there wasn’t any time to do anything more than a quick fuck, and you especially hated how the time constraint meant that there was no full undressing. You gently pulled Laszlo’s tie slack a bit, and he gave a little huffing laugh and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. “You’re so wonderful,” he whispered. “I detest how I can’t see the whole of you.”

“There’s always next time,” you said quickly. “I mean, if I’m not being too presumptuous--”

“Does it seem like you are?” Laszlo asked in low, accented gravel, and you gave a small giggle at the sight of the bulge in the doctor’s pants. No, it certainly did not seem that way. “I intend to have you every night, if you’ll allow me. It’s the first thing I thought about when Miss Howard introduced us.”

“Really?” you asked. “The first thought you had was making love to me?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” Laszlo asked. His hips gave a sudden jerk towards you, pressing himself fully against your bare cunt, and you gave a gasp that was halfway surprise and halfway pleasure. Laszlo was right; pleasure could not exist without pain. In that case, pleasure of the body could not exist without the pain of the heart.

“No,” you breathed. Your hands smoothed down his back and that emerald-green jacket that you liked so much, and you drew Laszlo in so that your lips were next to his ear. “Stop your talking and fuck me, Laszlo.”

The brilliant doctor was as smart as a whip and had the quickest wit in New York, but he was struck dumb at that. His mouth was open just a bit as he examined your face, and you bit your lip as you laughed. “C’mon, we haven’t much time,” you mumbled, and Laszlo nodded quickly.

You were sure that the sight of his cock would make you uneasy, so you pressed your face into his neck as he started to stroke himself. And, as it turns out, sight was hardly needed at all. The moment he pressed himself into you, you could feel every ridge (and inch) of him, and you shuddered in warm pleasure when Laszlo let out a choked moan in your ear. The gravity of what you were doing was finally catching up to you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret it.

Laszlo’s hand was all over you. Gripping your waist, the back of your neck, fisting your skirt; anywhere he could find purchase, he did. His right arm was held firmly against your hip, and each thrust he gave you made your corset shift a bit and nudge his hand. What Laszlo lacked in emotional availability, he made up for in love-making. He was gentle with you, but breathtakingly intense at the same time. His lips were latched to your neck, his mouth open, and he was whispering small grunts and affirmations in your ear with every thrust. “So gorgeous,” he whispered. “Feel so good… Fuck.”

That’s how you knew that Laszlo was truly in the throes of lust. He would never dare use a word of that sort in any other situation. Quickly, you took his right hand from off your waist and brought it up to your face, and you began to pepper his palm and wrist with quick kisses. His fingers twitched just a bit, almost like an appreciation of sorts, and Laszlo whispered, “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” you told him. “I want to show my love for every part of you, Las.”

“Las,” the doctor repeated, and he gave a quick little snort of laughter. “Nobody has ever called me that.”

“I think it’s high time someone does,” you said. “You deserve to have a lovely little name like that.”

You could feel Laszlo’s smile against your neck, and his breath caught in his chest. “Oh, darling,” he mumbled. “I’m afraid I won’t last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” you told him. “Me too.”

You tried to ignore the creak of the table that sounded in time with Laszlo’s movements, and you focused on the delicious way he felt inside of you. It felt right, like you were made to fit together. The slow drag and burn of him was lighting the most intense fire inside your belly, and you had read enough of those salacious penny novels to know what came next. You wanted to see him, though. You wanted to see his face as he finished and filled you with his seed, and you wanted to be able to kiss him as he drew you to fulfillment. You carefully pulled his face out of your neck and you smiled at the redness in his cheeks and the way his pupils were blown wide, and you pressed your forehead to his. “You’re so lovely,” Laszlo whispered, and his strong hand nearly left a bruise on your thigh with the strength of his grip. “I would like for this to happen again.”

Your heart warmed at his words. “I would too,” you agreed. “My only stipulation is-- Oh, fuck!” A jolt of white-hot pleasure rocked your body, jostling you further into Laszlo’s warmth, and you drew in a whining breath. “You have to take me to dinner.”

“Of course, darling,” Laszlo huffed. “Delmonico’s, every night.”

“I don’t need that,” you told him. “I just need you, Las.”

“Say my name again,” Laszlo said softly, and you smiled and gave his mouth a quick kiss.

“Las,” you mumbled. “Oh, fuck, Laszlo. You feel so good, Laszlo. Oh, Laszlo Kreizler, you fuck me so well.”

That was all it took. In an instant, Laszlo was moaning into your mouth as he came, and his hips carefully slowed as he filled you. The feeling of it was odd and foreign, but it also felt right. Everything about sex with Laszlo felt cosmically correct, and you pulled him into a tight hug by his shoulders. His left arm wound around you tightly, and you helped him maneuver his right arm around you as well, and you whispered sweet things to him as he caught his breath. “God, Laszlo, I love you to death,” you whispered. You felt his fingers dig tightly into your back, and his mouth pressed into your shoulder. “You say I’m wonderful, but I’m nothing compared to you.”

“What am I?” Laszlo asked softly. “A brain?”

“And a heart,” you told him. “You love so big, Las; so big that I think you’re afraid of it. But I want to teach you to embrace it. Love is what we’re made for, sweetheart.”

Laszlo kissed you again, slower and sweeter than before. There were no agendas left, nothing to work towards and to complete. You were lovers now, and you had all the time in the world.

Except, as the door to the Institute slammed closed three stories down and Marcus’s call of “Dr. Kreizler! Are you in the study?” floated upwards, you detached from Laszlo. Perhaps not all the time in the world, but enough.

“Yes!” Laszlo called back, his voice cracking awfully, and you pressed your hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter. “Come up!”

By the time the Isaacson twins had reached the study, all evidence of what you and Laszlo had done was squared away. The only memory that remained was the unforgettable feeling of his body between your legs, and the glances that you shared with him over the table. “We think that our killer is committing these crimes out of religious motivation,” Laszlo began. He had shed his jacket, leaving just the white shirt, vest, and tie, and you settled yourself in your usual chair by the window to watch the exchange. “Y/N pointed it out to me.”

“Hey, good job,” Lucius said, scanning the journal. “That’s a rather astute observation. Anything else come up?”

You and Laszlo exchanged a knowing glance, and you said, “Well, yes, but that’s a discussion for later, over dinner.”

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[marvelmusing]

Biology Lessons

Alpha!Modern!Laszlo Kreizler x Omega!Fem!Reader

My Masterlist

A/N: I was curious about the biology of A/B/O and ended up reading a lot of Wikipedia pages, 3000 words and a small Alpha Laszlo obsession later here we are

WARNINGS: 18+ content, unprotected smut, A/B/O dynamics, reader has female anatomy but no gender specific pronouns have been used (if there have been please let me know)

You and Laszlo had been together for two years. During this time you had been intimate on plenty of occasions, however you’d always ignored your secondary sex. When together, you were just two lovers, not an Alpha and Omega. You had limited experience with dealing with your biology and Laszlo had respected your decision to stay on your suppressants. He, in turn, had begun taking some of the weaker forms of suppressants. The kind that reduced his rut to a few days that he spent at John’s house. This situation worked well, until you reached the point where you changed your mind and wanted to come off your suppressants. You trusted Laszlo to help you through it and he was more than eager to take care of you.

“Have you ever had a heat?” Laszlo asks you. The two of you are sitting in his downstairs office at his house. The fire crackles in the hearth, casting a glow over Laszlo’s face as he watches you. Your eyes wander as you think about it.

“Once or twice when I first presented. But I started on suppressants pretty young.” He frowns a little, and you know his medical side disapproves. “We never learnt much about it in school.” You explain, trying to justify your decision. He nods immediately,

“Of course. The education system is curated for the success of Alphas. That, and sex education regarding Omegas is still often considered taboo.” He places a hand on your knee, “That’s not your fault, drágám.” You nod, keeping your focus on the hem of the robe you’re wearing - Laszlo’s bathrobe. “Would you like me to explain it to you?” Your face warms at the thought, and you shake your head.

“You don’t have to.”

“No, but I’d like to. I think you deserve to know about yourself.” You give him a small nod. He smiles kindly at you and beckons you closer. When you approach him, he pulls you into his lap. “What would you like to know?” He asks you. You shrug slightly, fiddling with your fingers.

“I don’t know.” You admit quietly. He hums in thought, before asking you,

“How would you describe my scent?” You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as you inhale his scent. He smiles softly, his hand resting at the back of your neck, knowing that his scent will take the edge off your nerves. Your eyes flutter open as a small smile tugs at your lips.

“It’s like the citrus soap from my grandmother’s house, and the smell of new books, and your office, and like home.” You tell him and he squeezes the back of your neck affectionately.

“You smell like a field of fresh flowers, clean linen, and warm sugared tea. Soft and sweet, and safe.” He admits. You smile up at him as you lean your temple against his shoulder. He taps your nose gently with the tip of his finger. “The scent receptors in your nose pick up my scent and your body’s response depends on how appealing you find it.”

“Very appealing.” You admit against his neck and he hums affectionately.

“This is what helps you decide on my suitability as a mate. As well as other factors such as aesthetics, personality, and overall attraction.”

“That, and you’re one of the kindest, most loving men I’ve ever met.” He looks down, never used to the praise you always give him. His smile widens as he leans in to kiss your cheek.

“Enough flattery from you. It’s time for our lesson.” He tightens his hold on you as you smile at him, resting his weaker hand on your thigh. “Heat cycles occur once every season, so usually four in a year. The heat itself lasts between five and ten days, but that depends on the person.” His thumb skims across the skin of your bare legs lightly. “While Omegas can be sexually active outside of their heat, it is much more pleasurable during their cycle.” You’ve always loved listening to him talk, but hearing him explain all this to you has your body melting against his as your eyes remain fixed on his lips as he speaks. “Did you know that, as your mate, I may be able to trigger your heat?” You blink at him in surprise. You didn’t know that. “It isn’t always possible, but would you like me to try?” He asks, noticing your interest. You nod cautiously, and he takes your hands as he guides you off his lap, before pulling you towards the centre of his office. He sits you down on his desk with your legs parted, and he stands between them. He places his warm hands on your thighs, and nuzzles his nose against your neck. “You know where your scent glands are, yes?” You nod. You tap your finger against the ones on each side of your throat, then bare your wrists to him to show him the areas. You frown before mentioning,

“There’s another pair, I think, but I don’t know where they are.” He smiles proudly at you,

“Correct. There is one here, and here.” He tells you, trailing his fingers along each of your thighs. “They’re a little different from your other ones, which is why most people forget about them.” He squeezes your thighs tenderly as he continues his explanation. “Their main purpose is so that when you go into heat your slick will smell of your Alpha, and tell everyone that you’re taken.” You swallow the whine in your throat, but he knows the effect he’s having on you already. “How long have you been off your suppressants?” He asks you. He knows the answer of course, but he wants to see if your mind is still functioning.

“Around two weeks.” He nods,

“The perfect time to trigger your heat. That is of course if you want to?” You nod hurriedly,

“Please.” He steps closer,

“All I need to do is apply a little pressure here,” the pads of his fingers press against the glands in your thighs. He smiles at the sight of your head falling back, bearing your neck to him. “A little stimulus here.” His tongue moves across the pulse of your throat, sending a shudder down your spine. “And for you to take a nice deep breath.” You do as he says, your body responding instantly to his pheromones. He smells the change in your scent and smiles. “There you go, good Omega.” He coos. You whine at the warmth spreading slowly through your body as you cling to your Alpha. “You should be feeling rather warm now.” You nod your head a few times in agreement. He hums, “And I can smell your slick already.” He nuzzles his lips against your neck, and you whine for him. “By triggering your heat, we’ve skipped the pre-heat nesting stage. But don’t worry Omega, I’ve prepared the bed for you, and you can fix it up just how you like it tomorrow.” You’re beginning to pant and a shimmer of sweat is coating your skin as your fingers tug at his clothing. His words certainly aren’t helping either. He cups your face. “But right now, I think my Omega needs my knot, yes?” You nod hurriedly,

“Alpha, please.” You loop your arms around his neck, wrapping your legs around his torso, and he hooks his hands underneath your thighs. He lifts you from his desk and takes you up to the bed. When you see the bed set up, a large number of pillows at one end, blankets bunched up the sides, and the whole place smells of Laszlo’s cologne. “Laszlo.” You whisper softly, as the sight pulls on your heartstrings.

“I wanted everything to be perfect.” He admits, leaning in to kiss you.

“You’re here, it couldn’t be more perfect.” You tell him through the kiss. You can feel his grin as his mouth moves against yours, the back of your legs meeting the bed, and he guides you down carefully. He pulls at the belt of the bathrobe, letting it fall open and taking a moment to admire you. He pulls away to remove his clothes, and you whimper at the lack of contact. You take this moment as an opportunity to slip the robe from your body, abandoning it on the floor. You turn onto your stomach, hands smoothing up the bedsheets to rest above your head. Hips shifting needily, you arch your back, your knees digging into the mattress. Once he’s undressed, Laszlo looks back at you and his jaw nearly drops, though he’s quick to recover.

“Such a pretty picture, my beautiful Omega, already presenting for me.” He settles between your open thighs, leaning his body over yours. You rut your hips back against his, desperate for any sort of friction. You feel his smirk as his mouth moves across your shoulder. His hand descends between your thighs, fingers pressing against your warm folds. “And you’re so wet already, drágám.” He slips his finger deep into you, drawing a needy gasp from your lips.

“Laszlo, Alpha, please.”

“More?”

“Yes, yes please.” He removes his finger, leaving you whining, your hips chasing him. His hands curl around your waist, squeezing you gently as he tuts.

“Patience Omega.” But you don’t have to wait long, as he lines himself up to your entrance. In one fluid motion he’s filled you up, your eyes squeezed shut and your back arching against the mattress. “Such a perfect fit.” He moans against your neck, his accent getting thicker as you take in every inch of him. He kisses your shoulder delicately.

“Tell me when I can move, édesem.” You take a few gasping breaths, trying to become accustomed to the haze filling your mind. He notices your struggle. “Relax Omega. Let me take care of you.” A tiny whine catches in your throat, then you’re nodding.

“Please, Alpha.” His forehead presses between your shoulder blades as he moves in and out of you. Every single one of your moans and gasps has him nearing the edge of his restraint. Whilst Laszlo wants to focus on you, his need is slowly growing and he wants to ensure you want this.

“Drágám, darling Omega,” he rasps out. “I don’t think I can hold back for much longer.”

“Don’t, please. Don’t hold back.” That’s all it takes for his pace to increase. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushes you closer. You press your forehead hard against the plush of the mattress as you feel his knot pushing against your entrance. You whine, desperate for him to fill you completely. Growling against the skin of your back, nails gripping onto your hips, he drives his hips harder against yours. You don’t feel the thin red lines trailing down your thighs as you clench around him. “Are you ready for my knot, Omega? I know you’re close.” You can’t reply. Your mind is completely lost to the feeling of your Alpha taking you to pieces. “I need you to come, so my knot can stuff you full.” As soon as he knows you’re about to come he pushes his knot into you. Your eyes roll back, and you come hard with a broken cry. Only a moment later Laszlo comes as well, his lips grazing down your spine as he does. His knot swells, ensuring none of your slick escapes. Your body goes slack as the two of you attempt to catch your breath. You feel Laszlo’s breathing tickle the skin of your back as it slowly returns to normal. He shifts his weight slightly. “This may feel a little odd.” He warns you. He takes hold of your leg and moves it to the other side of him, effectively spinning you around and lying you down with your back to the mattress. You gasp a little at the change in position, his knot still holding deep inside you. “Now this is better.” He remarks, leaning down to kiss your lips. He takes your hands in his own, letting them run down your spent body. “Can you feel how full you are?” He pushes your hands over your abdomen, your fingers skimming over the bulge caused by his knot. “You did so well Omega, letting me fill you up like this.” He leans forward, nuzzling against your neck. “Such a brave Omega.” He coos. His praises and gentle touches soon have you coming back to your senses. Laszlo notices when the haze has cleared from your eyes, and gives you a soft smile.

“Hi.” You whisper.

“Hello.” The two of you stay in each other’s arms for a while, simply enjoying the close proximity to one another. You rub your fingers over his chest, before reaching up to curl them into the hair at the back of his neck.

“Laszlo,” you say softly, tilting your head back to bear your neck to him. “Can I have your mark?” He seems a little taken aback by your request.

“You- you want…”

“To be yours.” You watch his eyes darken slightly, and he claims your lips again. When he pulls away you’re breathless again.

“You’re sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” You tell him. “That is, of course, if you want me.”

“Édesem, you are my world.” You both share a tender smile. He cradles the side of your face before tilting your head back. He nuzzles his lips gently against your throat. “With your current level of endorphins you shouldn’t feel too much pain…”

“I love you.” You interrupt him, your smile wide.

“I love you too, drágám.” He presses a soft kiss to the mating gland at your throat, before sinking his teeth down. You clench your teeth, nails digging into the sheets at the sharp sting of your skin breaking. Then, a wave of pleasure rolls through you as your bond snaps into place. You feel Laszlo lapping at the small wound. “All good?” He asks you. You nod with a smile.

“Though, if you bring up that saliva is a natural healing agent I will kick you out of bed.” He chuckles.

“Before I get my own mark. How cruel.” You frown at him.

“What?”

“Alphas also have a mating gland.” You nod, your frown still present,

“I didn’t think- I’ve never seen-“

“Very few Alphas feel the need to wear their mate’s mark. However, I want the world to know I’m yours.” He smiles, watching the primal urge shimmer in your eyes, though he senses your lingering hesitance. “It won’t hurt me, drágám.” Your eyes flicker down to his neck, and he leans closer. “Right here.” He guides you to the spot against his throat. You cup his face carefully, taking a moment to nuzzle against his neck, breathing in his scent. “Don’t be scared Omega. Take what’s yours.” You sink your teeth into his throat, sucking gently at the break of his skin. You feel him shudder against you as your bond strengthens. You trace your tongue carefully along the wound. He leans down to kiss you again, your first kiss as a mated couple. You share a few more slow, loving kisses before Laszlo pulls away. He reaches down towards the bottom of the bed, pulling out a towel and lying it beneath your hips. You frown lightly at him. “Can’t have our nest getting dirty, can we?” Your face morphs into an affectionate smile. Your mate really does think of everything. You whimper when he pulls out, but he rubs your thighs reassuringly and presses kisses over your face. You giggle softly and he beams at you. He ensures the majority of the mess is soaked up by the towel before discarding it. He presses a kiss to your temple, “I’ll be right back Omega.” He’s gone for under thirty seconds, but you both feel the pull of your bond. When it’s fresh like this you can’t be parted for long. He returns with some wet wipes, and begins to clean the two of you up. The coolness soothes you, pushing the heat symptoms even further away. You smile softly at Laszlo and he shares your smile as the two of you spend a moment admiring one another. He throws the wipes away and settles down by your side. You nuzzle against him, purring contentedly. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Get some sleep drágám.”

•*•*•*•

Early the next morning, Laszlo is stirred from his sleep by some sort of movement at his side. The bedroom is still in semi-darkness, the sun hasn’t quite risen into the sky yet, but there’s enough light to see by. The sight before him warms his heart. You’re adjusting a pillow beside you, tucking it under the quilt to secure the wall of your nest. You have one of his shirts tucked under your arm, and nuzzle into one of the pillows.

“What are you doing, Omega?” He asks, his voice still thick with sleep. He can feel your blush as you mumble,

“Just getting comfortable.” He chuckles softly, pulling himself closer to you. You immediately melt into his arms, your body lying flush against his chest. He trails a hand down your spine, and despite your shiver, he can feel your body heat increasing.

“Ready to go again?” He suggests. You pout, the tiredness behind your eyes creeping up on you despite the slick gathering between your thighs.

“M’ tired.” You mumble against his chest.

“I know you are.” He coos, guiding your hips towards his. “But all you need to do is be a good Omega and keep me warm.” You sigh in relief at the feeling of him filling you, eyes fluttering shut as he continues, his accent thickening. “Yes, that’s all your heat-ridden body’s good for, isn’t it?” He feels you tighten at his words and he groans against your neck. “Don’t worry Omega, I’m going to take such good care of you.”

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[shmaptainwrites]

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 [𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐙𝐋𝐎 𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐋𝐄𝐑]

PAIRINGS — Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Moore!Reader

SUMMARY — When you got your hard-earned degree in medicine you never thought you would put it to use helping your older brother, a close childhood friend, a former prospective husband, and an alienist solve a murder

WARNINGS — depictions of the effects of being drugged, injury, fighting, mentions of death, descriptions of crime scenes and murders, angst (some season 1 spoilers: minimal)

NOTE — Wow okay so this is my very first Laszlo Kreizler fic and I am super excited to share it here with all of you! Honestly writing this really hit the spot so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did! [Reader can also be interpreted as adopted, I didn't put a big emphasis on race so even given the times let's just pretend they were more accepting]

Frustratedly picking up your skirt as you exited the carriage, you hopped on up to the home you assumed your brother was at, knocking loudly on the door.

When there was no answer you knocked again, louder.

“Hello?!” you called past the glass. “Christ almighty John I know you’re in there,”

You continued knocking until the door slid open right under your fist and you stopped pounding it in mid-air, letting it drop at your side.

“Finally,” you sighed.

“Who might you be?” the man frowned on the other end. You assumed him to be Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, a friend of your brother’s from Harvard. You had never met him and you didn’t even know if he knew you existed. But that mattered less right now, you needed a word with your brother.

“(Y/N),” you huffed. “I need to speak with John, immediately,”

“As his friend, I feel I must ask whether you wish him harm, you seem quite beside yourself,”

“And why would that matter, whatever my business with him is none of your concern,”

“Well if you are a woman he’s currently trying to court then-,”

“Oh no! Never in a million years!” you exclaimed, shaking your head.

He looked at you curiously and you filled in the blanks.

“I’m (Y/N) Moore,” you said. “His sister,”

“His sister,” Kreizler repeated thoughtfully, a hint of a smile coming across his face. “Of course then by all means come in. I’m sure if you’re angry with him it is well deserved,”

“Damn right it is, now where is he?” you asked.

“In the living room right off to the side,” he pointed and you thanked him quickly before picking up your dress and running over to where John was.

“John Schuyler Moore if murder wasn’t a sin you’d be a dead man!”

“(Y/N) what are you doing here?” he asked as soon as he heard you. “Who let you in?”

“He did,” you pointed to Kreizler. “I’m assuming he’s your friend, the alienist, the one I haven’t met,”

“Good deduction,” Kreizler nodded and John sent him an annoyed look.

“Alright then, what is it this time?” he asked with a sigh.

“You promised you would be home for lunch,”

“Oh come on (Y/N) that can’t possibly be such a big-,”

You gave him a stern look and it seemed to click.

“Oh good lord (N/N), I’m so sorry, it must have slipped my mind,”

“Well it’s passed now,” you sighed, straightening out your clothes and gently massaging your temples.

“Laszlo, can we get her some tea?” John asked. “Or perhaps something stronger,”

“Of course,” he nodded, making his way to the cabinet and pouring you a glass of whiskey while John sat you down. “As I am to understand it normal lunches aren’t this stressful,” he handed you the drink and you nodded.

“They aren’t, but my grandmother is trying to marry me off,” you explained. “And she has terrible taste in men,”

“Very terrible,” John added as confirmation. “I promised (Y/N) I would be there to make her more comfortable, but it seems I’ve come a little too late for that,”

“It’s alright this glass of whiskey somewhat makes up for it, grandmother only allows me to drink wine,” you explained to Kreizler.

He had taken a seat across from you and John, staring at you both curiously.

“Is there something on my face?” you asked in a hushed whisper, turning over to John but not breaking your eye contact with the alienist.

“No, he’s just thinking,” John assured you.

“How come we’ve never met?” he finally asked and now it was your turn to look at John with the same look.

“Yes John, why haven’t we met?” you repeated.

John looked nervous, you couldn’t tell if it was because he had a legitimate reason to keep you apart or he was just afraid of upsetting you again. He cared for you deeply, after all, as an older brother should.

“I suppose, normally when Laszlo and I meet we don’t tend to discuss… delicate topics,”

“John I’m a woman who has managed to get into medical school, if I couldn’t handle disgusting things I wouldn’t have become a doctor,” you said flatly.

“A doctor?” Kreizler inquired and you nodded proudly.

“I wanted to be one ever since I was small, I’m lucky it was something we managed to make happen,”

“I believe your sister is right John,” Kreizler pursed his lips, only now did you really notice the hint of a German accent that was there, having not been paying close enough attention before. “Was there another reason you didn’t wish for us to meet?”

“No,” John said quietly. “None at all,”

“In that case, Dr. Moore, your brother and I were planning on enjoying dinner tonight in a restaurant. Would you care to join us?”

“I’d love to,” you smiled with a nod, slightly surprised he used your title automatically, with most men it was something you had to ask of them. You placed both your hands in your lap and held your glass. “I could go back and change into evening wear if this dress isn’t appropriate-,”

“No need,” the man waved his hand. “In the meantime, I wonder if your medical knowledge might actually do us some good,”

John gave the alienist a look and he responded with,

“If she is not comfortable she can simply say so herself,”

“Thank you Dr. Kreizler,” you said while nudging your brother. “And I’d love to be of assistance in any way I can. Is this related to the murders of the children happening in the lower east side?” you asked and leaned forward, your curiosity having been piqued.

“Yes it is,” he nodded, pushing himself up and moving to the table where he picked up a file and came back to you handing it with all its contents.

“We have two coroners working with us already-,”

“The Isaacson brothers?” you asked.

“Yes,” Kreizler nodded. “But they are also police officers, so it would be well on our part to have someone else in case their work no longer allows for them to assist us,”

“How do you know the Isaacsons?” John asked.

“Lucius tutored me in my first year,” you explained and he nodded,

“Small world,”

“Now is there something specific about this you’d wish for some insight on?”

“The wounds,” he pointed with his left hand, the right almost stiffly plastered to his side. “Tell me what you can deduce from them,”

“Well as it is with most things it would be much better if I could see the body in person, not that it would make this any easier, poor little one,” you murmured quietly. “But from what I can see on the wrist and torso it seems that the cuts that were made are clean,” you said.

“Meaning?’ John pressed.

“He didn’t hesitate when inflicting the wound, it’s possible you’re either dealing with a very deeply disturbed individual, but I also wouldn’t discount someone with possible medical knowledge, but that’s more in your wheelhouse isn’t it doctor,”

“That it would be,” he nodded.

“Tell me, do you psychoanalyze John?” you asked, a cheeky grin plastered on your face.

“Often,” John grimaced and Kreizler shrugged.

“Yes, I must say I am guilty of that,”

“And don’t think you’ll be excused,” John looked over at you. “He does it to everyone,”

“Especially when I wish to annoy them,” he joked and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

John took one look at the doctor then you and it didn’t take him long to determine that this new friendship would most definitely be the death of him.

—

Walking up the steps to Dr. Kreizler’s facility, you pushed open the gate and peeked your head inside.

“Excuse me? Can I help you?” a matron asked and you came in and nodded.

“I’m looking for Dr. Kreizler and John Moore, I was told they were here and looking for me,”

“Yes, of course, they’re right up over the staircase,”

You nodded, thanking her and climbing up the steps until you reached the large library.

“Hello?”

“Dr. Moore, thank you so much for joining us,” Kreizler came out from behind one of the shelves.

“You called (Y/N)?” John asked standing from the couch.

“Nice to see you too John,” you rolled your eyes, coming up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Sara? Is that you?” you asked curiously, seeing the familiar face sitting on the couch. “Has John roped you into this too?”

“Yes, it seems that way,”

“Alright, Dr. Kreizler, what might I help you with?” you asked, walking over to the alienist, and peering over his shoulder seeing the photos with new crime scene details.

“Yes, I just wanted a second opinion on a few things,” he explained handing you the images and walking you through certain wounds and the proposed murder weapon.

“I’d have to say I concur with the Isaacsons,” you nodded. “They seem to have done their work very thoroughly. You can trust them,”

“Yes I’m afraid it’s not them I do not trust but more so a hesitancy to their superior officer,”

“Teddy?” you asked quizzically and Kreizler frowned but nodded.

“You refer to him very informally, do you know each other well?”

“I would say so,” John chuckled lightly to himself and you rolled your eyes at your older brother.

“We courted for a very short time while he was in college. Our plans didn’t fit but he supported me through my schooling and we’re still good friends,” you clarified. “John just enjoys sharing personal details of my life to embarrass me,”

“Oh come on (Y/N), if George isn’t here to do it who will?”

“Don't you dare John Schuyler, that’s awfully thin ice you’re treading on,”

“I love you too,” he mouthed and you shook your head, turning to face the large board with neat cursive writing, showing everything they knew about the killer so far and what Dr. Kreizler had managed to extract from his psyche using some sort of psychoanalysis.

You tilted your head curiously, looking at the board, your neurons were firing, attempting to make connections and solve some pieces of the puzzle.

“Have you noticed anything of particular interest?” Sarah asked and you pursed your lips.

“Do you have a record of the time gaps between each murder? I remember reading somewhere that most serial murderers aren’t able to suppress their urge to kill past a certain interval,”

“We don’t but it would be easy to get them,” Kreizler nodded.

You smiled to yourself, going to take a seat on the couch next to Sara,

“Don’t suppose you plan on sticking around,” she said to you. “We could use another trained eye,”

“I suppose you could, but be honest, you just want a friend,” you chuckled and she rolled her eyes.

“Is that a crime (Y/N)?”

“I suppose not,” you shrugged.

“Good then,” she straightened herself out and you watched carefully as the group continued to interact, the Isaacsons joining you soon after. Kreizler seemed to take the lead on things, deputizing the other to do certain tasks that their jobs permitted them to do. It was quite interesting and you supposed if you were yourself an alienist you might study their dynamic. Each person had such unique personalities and it was clear that at one moment or another they were bound to clash, but the desire to find out the truth was so strong you were almost certain they could overcome any menial differences they may have had.

This wasn’t the last time Dr. Kreizler had called you in to come and consult on a certain aspect of the case, you sometimes found yourself wondering what Marcus and Lucius were even doing for him to constantly call you back and ask for your opinion.

But your relationship with everyone besides John and Sara didn’t extend past the investigation. It was purely professional, devoid of any personal details, though you noticed Dr. Kreizler seemed to be sparing with those even among his close friends.

One day the doctor found himself needing your assistance once again so he made a call to the office where you were employed and when they said that you weren’t working that day he instead decided to go and meet you himself at your grandmother’s house where both you and John were currently living.

Cyrus pulled up the carriage right outside the home and he exited it, walking up the steps two at a time until he reached the door, giving it a firm knock.

He could hear a small rustle inside until he could see John walking towards the door from the crystal-like glass.

“Laszlo, has there been a development?’ he asked, stepping out of the house and pulling the door into his back.

“No, I just thought your sister might be able to shed some light on the old evidence. She has an interesting mind. Is she home?” he asked, head tilted slightly to the side.

John sighed and pressed his lips together in a thin line. His hand reached in past the door and grabbed a jacket off the coat hanger and came back out, closing the door fully this time.

“Come with me,” he said, motioning for the doctor to follow him. Kreizler did so as they walked down the street in silence until they came across a small fenced grassy area, lined with headstones, and there you were, straight in the center, laying down on your back, your hands resting on your stomach and eyes fixed on the clouds above. There was a moment of silence where Kreizler just observed you before he turned to John and asked,

“Does she do this often?”

“Only when she’s upset or unsure of something. She lost a patient today so I’m sure that might have something to do with it,”

Kreizler nodded and bit the inside of his cheek before deciding to push open the gate and walk up towards you.

Hearing the footsteps nearing you, you became worried that it was your grandmother coming to scold you on how unladylike your behaviour was, but instead, when you pushed yourself up slightly you saw Dr. Kreizler looking down at you, insisting you lay back down.

Carefully, you lowered yourself back down to the ground, but turned your head to the side, watching him take a seat next to you and slowly doing the same.

You looked back up at the sky and quietly said, “You’re going to try and pick my mind now aren’t you,”

“I’ll try not to,” he responded, his eyes firmly fixed on you. “But this is your brother’s resting place, correct?”

You nodded, moving your hand from your stomach to the headstone, tracing the engraved letters with your fingers.

“George Charles Moore,” you sighed and there was silence again for a minute or two before you decided to speak up again, “I know you want to know more. Ask me, it’s okay,” you assured.

“Y-You were close with him?”

“Very,” you smiled softly to yourself. “He was my best friend, confidant. He believed in me no matter what,”

Kreizler could sense the respect you had for him, someone who looked after you when your parents couldn't.

“I think after he passed away I realized I had to become a doctor. I had always wanted to do it, but it made me realize why,”

“Because you were able to halt death, even if only temporarily,”

You nodded, confirming his statement.

“You always wonder if there was something else you could have done. If you could have helped them more and maybe they or their loved ones wouldn’t have to suffer the same way I did. Completely helpless,”

“Is that why you’re always wanting to help people? Why you want to find out who’s committing these crimes?” he asked.

“I suppose so, I mean if we find who did it that puts defenceless boys out of harm's way and maybe we can see what happened to whatever tortured soul is committing these crimes and make sure it never happens again,”

A more comfortable silence settled across the two of you and you thought Kreizler might even stand up and leave, but instead, you heard his slightly accented voice speaking just barely above a whisper.

“When my mother passed away I felt like I lost whatever it was that was guiding me,”

Your head turned to look at him, noticing how his face softened when he spoke of her.

“I had the potential to become a monster, a bitter, spiteful monster, but she… she always loved me and no matter who I felt had wronged me, it didn’t matter anymore. So when she was gone I had to learn to do that for myself,”

“I’d say you’re doing a decent job,” you placed a hand on his, laying by his side and giving it a light squeeze. You could see him visibly tense so you let go and retracted your hand.

“Only decent?” he teased and you shook your head.

“You know what I mean Laszlo,”

Laszlo, the sound of his first name from your lips was like sweet heaven and made his heart pound a little louder and faster than he would have liked to admit.

“Am I to assume we’re at a point in our friendship where we can do away with formalities?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I’d like to think so,”

“Alright then, (Y/N), I’ll leave you be a while longer,” he pushed himself up off his back and used his cane to help him back up.

“Laszlo, why did you come to see me?” you asked quietly before he left.

He paused,

“I can’t seem to remember now. If it comes to me you’ll be the first to know,”

You nodded and allowed him to walk away toward your brother, still waiting at the gate and listening closely you could hear their soft voices.

“So is she crazy?” John asked sarcastically, knowing very well he was guilty of doing the exact same thing as you every once in a while, though he would never admit to it.

Laszlo shook his head, and his voice dripped with pure sincerity when he gave John a small smile and said,

“Not in the slightest,”

—

“He asked you to dinner?” John cocked his head to the side. “To discuss case files,”

“Yes, we’re looking over some new evidence Teddy sent over about that rich boy, Laszlo’s not convinced it’s him,”

“So he’s said,” John nodded. “Isn’t that dress a little, I don’t know, formal for just a work outing?”

“It’s not a crime to want to look nice, John,” you said flatly, adjusting the pins in your hair. “And if we’re not eating at the home it’s always nice to dress up,”

John sighed and nodded while you grabbed your purse, and walked towards your older brother.

He wrapped his arms around your and pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, while you hugged him back.

“You don’t have to worry about me John you know that?” you said softly.

“I know, I’m not worried about you going with Laszlo, it’s just…” he shook his head.

“No it’s okay,” you nodded, squeezing him a little tighter.

Ever since George had passed away it didn’t just leave a mark on you. John hid it rather well from others, but he couldn’t deny that each time you stepped out of the house, especially while there was a psychopathic murderer on the loose, he became increasingly worried for your safety. He wasn’t about to let another younger sibling slip through his fingers, not again.

“Find a telephone and call me when you get to the restaurant okay?”

“Should I call here or the brothel?” you raised a brow and that was his cue to shrug you off him, allowing you to make your way to the cab. “But seriously John, where do I call?” you repeated.

“Here,” he muttered and you smiled.

“I love you,”

“Love you too,”

Leaving your grandmother’s home, you hailed a cab and instructed him to bring you to the restaurant you were supposed to meet Kreizler at.

When you came to your destination you made a quick call home before making your way to the table where the alienist was already seated, sipping his wine.

“(Y/N), you look lovely,” he gave you a small friendly smile that you reciprocated.

“Thank you, you’re not looking too bad yourself,” you nodded, taking a seat across from him. “So what are these developments you wished to speak about?”

“The dates,” he said, “After visiting the bishop at the church I realized the significance of the days,”

He pulled out a small day planner, motioning to the highlighted days.

“Do you see what they have in common?” he asked.

Flipping through the pages, you saw Kreizler was right. Each day had one thing in common. It landed on a holy day.

“There certainly couldn’t be a religious motive, no?” you said, looking up from the book.

“I highly doubt it,” he shook his head. “But something more likely is that perhaps religion, or church more specifically has some sort of special meaning to him,”

“Fascinating,” you murmured, glancing again at the dates in the planner. You smiled fondly when you saw your name written under the date for that day, his handwriting moving in one smooth motion, letters curling neatly.

“I thought so too,” he nodded.

Through dinner, you discussed other details pertaining to the case and you made a few small comments on the doctor’s health, hoping he was still taking care of himself while investigating.

“What about water, did you drink any today?”

“Of course I did (Y/N), I’m fine,” he assured.

“And you’re not skipping meals,”

“On occasion, but that’s no different from my normal habits,”

“Then they need to change,” you said simply. “Look at yourself,” you said, reaching a hand to gently touch his cheek with the back of your fingers. “You could put on a bit more weight, and if you add some fish to your diet it’s been found to help with brain functions and various different pains,”

Kreizler stared back down at his food, a small nervous chuckle escaping his lips,

“I guess the steak wasn’t the best choice then,”

“Next time,” you laughed with him, your arm laying on the table, fingers gently tapping in a haphazard rhythm.

Dr. Kreizler raised his hand to come and meet yours halfway on the table, a simple act, but it spoke volumes.

As the night drew to a close he offered you a ride home which you gratefully accepted, continuing your conversation through the carriage ride until you stopped outside your home.

“I suppose this is where we part for tonight,”

“Yes, I suppose so,” you nodded.

He carefully reached to take your hand in his, lifting it to his lips and pressing a light kiss to it.

“Sleep well, (Y/N),”

You smiled, grateful the dark could hide the flustered look on your face. You walked up to the door and looked back, one last time before disappearing back into the cover of darkness.

—

The investigation started to take a turn, and it wasn’t becoming uncommon for you to spend late nights either at the institution or Dr. Kreizler’s home. It was a non-stop search. And after the close run-in Stevie had after the trap had been set everyone was on edge.

So when it was well past one o’clock in the morning and you were the last person there, you weren’t sure you could say what came over you when you sat down on the piano bench, reading the sheet music that was placed on the stand.

Your fingers gazed over the keys before finding the right notes, playing the chords in whatever tune they were arranged in. You made a few mistakes here and there, but that was expected, you were rusty. What you didn’t expect was hearing the soft voice asking you to stop.

Your hands froze and you turned around, looking at Dr. Kreizler, standing in the doorway, and he looked, upset.

“Is something wrong?” you asked.

“No, I’d just like you to stop,” he said simply.

“Why?” you asked.

His irritation became more evident, the way his jaw was locked and twisted.

“Because I said so isn’t that enough?”

You shook your head, the exhaustion getting the best of you when you stood up and looked at him, disappointment in your eyes.

“You can’t expect me to be the type of person to just bow down to your every whim and pleasure Laszlo. I’m already sacrificing a lot helping you,” you said firmly. “It’s just a piano like you said, normally such things don’t cause stress or irritation,”

“Yes well, it’s none of your concern.”

“Actually,” you looked at him, gaze piercing. “It is my concern. Because whether you like it or not Laszlo people care about you,” you said through gritted teeth. “And yet all you can seem to do is push us away! Don’t think I don’t know you lied about your arm, that you struck Sara over it. As an alienist, I’d expect you to know better that there’s a need to talk about such things,”

“You have no right to bring that up,” he seethed.

“Well if you think that then I suppose I’ll take my leave. It seems I’m not wanted here. You be careful doctor, keep on this path and there will be no one left to take care of you,”

You marched out of the door, surprised to still see a few cabs running this late into the night, you called one over and quickly climbed inside a few tears stinging your eyes, but without so much as a look back, you closed the door.

—

The next morning Kreizler awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. He quickly climbed out of bed and made his way downstairs, taking it off the receiver and placing it to his ear.

“Laszlo is that you?” he could hear John’s voice, it sounded worried.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Did (Y/N) stay over last night?”

“John I don’t know what you’re insinuating-,”

“She didn’t show up at home Laszlo,” he interrupted. “Please tell me she’s with you,”

Kreizler could feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. If you hadn't fought Cyrus would have prepared the cab to take you home. You could have stayed the night in the guest bedroom, anything, but what he thought had happened.

“John…”

“Dammit! I knew I shouldn't have let her be a part of this!”

“John I’m going to the police immediately,” he said firmly. “Grab your jacket and meet me there, we’re going to need whatever help we can get,”

John took a deep breath, “My little sister better not be hurt, I swear to God-,”

“John, I assure you, whatever you're thinking I’ve already thought ten times worse, let’s just find her first,”

“Hurry up,” he muttered quietly, hanging up the phone and leaving the doctor with a disconnected line.

John was already meeting with the commissioner, and he considered himself lucky to have attended Harvard with him.

“Do you know where she last was, or what happened?”

“Laszlo knows better than me, he was with her last,” John said quietly, looking up at his friend.

“Alright then,” Theodore turned to the alienist. “What happened?”

“We were working late on the case and decided to take a break, I went to get tea and she… it doesn’t matter, we were tried and had an argument. She left the house before I could say anything and the last time I saw her was when she climbed into a cab,”

“Around what time was this?”

“Quarter past one in the morning,” he said, trying to keep his expression stoic, but the guilt that crept up in his eyes was more than obvious.

“What can we do to help?” John asked.

“Stay together and let the police department take the lead on this,” Theodore said firmly. “Maybe try to come up with names of people that you think might be looking to harm her and then get in touch with me directly,”

“But-,”

“John you’re a cartoonist, don’t even try to fight me on this,” Theodore insisted and John conceded.

“Come on John,” Kreizler placed a hand on John’s shoulder. “Let’s go,”

John followed him, however unwillingly and before they knew it they were both sitting in the living room of the doctor's home, glasses filled with the strongest alcohol in the household.

Not a word was spoken between the two, Kreizler’s eyes, drifting back constantly to the piano and the undisturbed sheet music that laid there.

“What did you argue about,” John asked quietly.

“Excuse me?”

“I said what did you argue about,” his voice was louder, showing a bit of an edge it had. “I’m trying to decide whether I should deal with you now or after we find her,”

Kreizler swallowed thickly.

“Perhaps it would be best to put me out of my misery if anything were to have happened to her… I wouldn’t forgive myself. The argument was trivial, unnecessary, had I just taken a moment to listen,” his hand was gripping the glass so tight high chuckles went white and the fragile glass shattered in his hand, spilling the drink onto the floor, mixed with his bright red blood.

He barely even flinched and John saw something, something he’d never seen in the doctor, always so sure of himself. He saw regret.

So, for the time being, he decided to put aside his feelings, placing his drink on the table next to the couch and standing up to grab a cloth and clean up the shards of glass on the floor along with the spilled drink.

Dr. Kreizler stood up and took out a small box from the shelf, opening it and grabbing the tweezers and bandage wrap from it, picking out the pieces of glass from his hand then proceeding to wrap it tightly.

“Who would want to take you (Y/N),” he whispered to himself. “Come on tell me,”

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but nothing came.

“John I’m going to go out for a bit,” he said simply. “If you need anything ask Cyrus and he would be more than happy to help you.”

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere to help me get into your sister’s mind,”

—

At least two hours had passed while Dr. Laszlo Kreizler laid down next to the resting place of George Moore. Something was off, what would be the reason to take you? What would they need from you? What were they going to do to you?

His head was spinning while the clouds passed by overhead, a dark grey colour, fitting for the mood of that day.

The doctor didn’t move even when it started to rain, staying completely still while the water washed over him. He focused his mind on the drops, feeling the way each one hit his body until there were too many to count and with a jolt he shot up.

Quickly standing on his feet he ran down the streets like a madman until he made it back home, breathing heavily and soaked to the bone. His finely pressed suit dirtied with mud and grass.

“Good God Laszlo where have you been?!” John exclaimed, urging his friend to come more inside.

“It’s doesn’t matter,” he shook his head, waving a hand dismissively. “I think I know who took her,”

“What? How?”

“Think about it, the only thing she’s doing that puts her in danger is helping us with this case,”

“Yes, I knew that, but-,”

“And the case keeps pointing us in what direction? A direction that a few high society men and public servants would rather we not pursue,”

“What are you saying?”

“I think former Captain Connor and the former chief have orchestrated her kidnapping to set us back in our investigation,”

“So you think this is all...a distraction?”

“Yes and I sincerely hope it means she’s not in grave danger, but… Connor is a ruthless man, we have to find her, soon,”

“I’ll call Theodore, he can keep it within a trusted few, but we’re going to need his help,”

“I know,” he nodded, using his hand to brush back his dripping hair. “I just pray we find her before it’s too late,”

—

It was maybe just past three o’clock in the morning when both John and Laszlo were startled awake by the ring of the phone.

Despite his grogginess John snapped up and grabbed it, placing it to his ear.

“Hello?” he said, eyes frantic in hopes of any news. “You did? Is she-,”

John nodded,

“Okay, thank you, we’ll be there right away,”

John hung up the phone and looked at Kreizler who rubbed his face to wake himself up.

“They found her, she’s hurt, but alive,” John said. “Theodore’s asked if you can try and find some concrete evidence against Connor, do you-,”

“I’ll stay,” Kreizler nodded. “You go be with your sister, I’ll come around after breakfast,”

“Thank you,” he said, patting him on the shoulder and grabbing his jacket. You were fine and that was probably the biggest relief of all.

—

You awoke to a throbbing pain in your head and the dim light of a candle that was lit next to you. You groaned, trying to push yourself up but crying out in pain just before you felt a soft hand pushing you back down on the bed.

“W-What’s going on,” you whimpered. “Who-,”

“It’s Teddy (Y/N), John’s on his way you’re safe now,”

You looked down at your arms, littered with bruises, there was a huge gap in your memory. The last thing you could remember was leaving the doctor’s house. How long had you been out?

“Drugs,” you mumbled. “Was I drugged?”

“We’re not sure, but it’s a big possibility,”

You moaned from the soreness when you raised your hand to your face, but Theodore stopped you.

“You’ve got a few cuts and bruises on your face (N/N), just keep your hands by your side for now okay?”

You blinked heavily, wanting to sit up, but not having any sort of strength to do so.

“Laudanum,” you mumbled. “Teddy I need laudanum,”

“I’ll get a doctor, okay, we’ll see what we can do,”

You nodded your head, although rather stiffly while Theodore got up to grab a doctor, bringing him back to you so he could assess your needs.

“She’s right, we can give her some laudanum for the pain and it might help make her more lucid,” the doctor nodded. “How did she-,”

“She’s a doctor,” Theodore said simply. The man’s eyes only widened slightly before nodding and going off to get you an injection of the medication, but before he came back the door flew open and John ran in, his expression frantic and worried as it usually was when you were in any sort of compromising situation.

“(N/N) thank God,” he whispered, practically falling to his knees next to your bed, gently taking your hands in his and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He didn’t even make any sort of effort to hide the tears in his eyes when he saw you laying right there in front of him.

“Told you…” your voice drifted slightly before you took a deep inhale and looked up at him again. “Told you I can take care of myself,”

“If you call this taking care of yourself I think we need to have a little chat,” John sniffed, watching you untangle your hand from his and reach it up to his face, wiping away a few stray tears that had found their way down his cheeks.

When the doctor returned John stepped aside for a moment while you received your injection and took a seat from the corset of the room, pulling it up next to the bed.

“Where did you find her?” John asked.

“A cargo box down by the docks,”

“How-,”

“Anonymous tip,” Theodore crossed his arms and shrugged. “I don’t know who sent it, but whoever did, they very well saved her life,”

John nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation,

“Thank you, Theodore, really for everything,” John said. “You know she’s going to say she owes you one when she’s awake and lucid,”

“I know, just tell her as long as she helps catch this sick bastard, she can consider the favour repaid,”

Theodore patted John’s back and bent down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before exiting the room and leaving you be with your brother.

John didn’t sleep a wink that night, refusing to shut his eyes and let you slip away again.

The sun rose steadily at around seven o’clock in the morning and your eyes fluttered back open along with it, your breathing less laboured and vision clearer, you must have slept off the effects of some of the drugs. The doctor came back in to give you another injection to manage the pain and John insisted you close your eyes and rest once again and you didn’t have the will to fight him.

Quarter past nine the door to the private room carefully creaked open and John could see Kreizler poking his head through the small opening.

“Is she-,”

“Just resting,” John whispered.

He walked in, revealing he was holding a bouquet of flowers and John finally stood up, walking over to his college friend.

“Did you find anything?”

“Unfortunately not. I’m afraid the only way you will get him is with a confession,”

John nodded, lips pursed, thinking about what next steps to take.

“John… I know this is a lot, but… may I ask for a moment alone with her?”

John’s eyes trailed over to your sleeping figure and back to the alienist before giving him a slight nod and placing enough trust in him to leave the room.

Kreizler placed the flowers on the table near the entrance to the room and sat down in the chair that John was occupying.

He hesitated when he reached out a hand to hold yours, but when you began to stir awake he let go.

You blinked a few times before noticing the doctor by your side. Your expression softened and you opened your mouth to say something although unable to, your throat dry from disuse.

He quickly handed you a glass and helped you sip from it, soothing your throat and allowing you to speak.

“You came,” you said simply.

“Of course,” he nodded.

“I-And you brought flowers?”

“Yes, your favourites,” he nodded.

A silence fell between you two and you weren’t sure if you should be the one to break it. It seemed as though Dr. Kreizler had the same thoughts, but acted on them instead.

“It’s my fault you’re like this,” he said softly. “It’s my fault your hurt, I should have taken better care of you… I should have been honest with you. Maybe I’m not as good as I thought, holding back whatever monster is inside of me,”

“I don’t blame you,” you said immediately. “Not one bit Laszlo,”

“You should,”

“But I won’t,” you shook your head, turning it slightly to the side to face him better, reaching out a hand to gently cradle his face, the hair of his beard gently tickling your fingers while he held your hand there. “You’re not a monster Laszlo, you’re a good man, a good man who has struggles just like any other human,” you took a deep breath before continuing. “Plus if you were a monster why would you come here and bring me those beautiful flowers?”

That made him smile, your hand still holding his face until he removed it himself, holding it in his lap instead.

“I asked you to stop playing that piece because I have very painful memories associated with it,” he said softly. “The piano was something I took great pride in as a child. My whole life was set for me with it and now…” he glanced down at his arm, tears glistening in his eyes. “He took that away from me,”

“Who did Laszlo?” you asked, your voice just above a soft whisper.

“My father,” he told you. Carefully explaining the truth behind his arm. Not a congenital malformation like he had put it before, but the misdeed of a cruel father.

After his voice faded into silence from explaining, you reached over carefully and took his hand, the one that he normally tensed when you touched, only this time he allowed you to take it in yours and bring it to your lips, pressing a delicate kiss to it.

“(Y/N)-,”

“Not a word Laszlo,” you whispered. “Every part of you is worthy,”

He swallowed his words and nodded, allowing your lips to burn the skin to his hand and wrists, while he cherished the feeling, the feeling of you so close to him, so intimately connected. Loving the parts of himself he hated the most.

It was no question how special of a person you were, he just wished he could have seen that sooner, sparing you the hurt and anguish. But you were strong and resilient, much more than he had ever seen in a person and paired with your care and empathy for others, it just amazed him how good of a person you were, despite all the hardship life had decided to throw in your way. It was clear everyone might be able to learn a thing or two from you.

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Around a week later you had recovered from most of your injuries, mainly dealing with the chronic pains that came with them and a few cuts and bruises here and there, but you were determined to continue investigating the case.

The clinic where you worked had asked if you wanted some extra time off to recover and you took it but rest and relaxation were far from what you were doing.

“(Y/N), you have a headache it’s quite obvious,” you could hear Sara’s soft voice ring through your ears.

“Why don’t you just lay down on the couch?” Kreizler suggested knowing there was no use in trying to fight with you.

“Just close your eyes,” John added. “If you want to help your mind has to be clear right?”

You nodded slowly, making your way to the couch and carefully lifting your feet so you were outstretched across its length.

Dr. Kreizler came back with a warm wet towel and you placed it over your eyes only to feel him squeeze your hand and say,

“No peeking, we need you in top shape,”

“Shh Laszlo you’re half the reason I have this headache,” you quipped and that seemed to make him laugh, even if only slightly and if that sound was medicine all your ailments would have been cured at that moment.

You weren’t sure when you drifted off to sleep but when your eyes peeled back open the cloth was no longer on your face and the room was practically dark, only lit by a few candles here and there.

You pushed yourself back up on the couch looking around and only seeing the doctor sitting on the armchair tossing another bout of files to the side.

“Where is everyone?” you asked groggily.

“Home. John didn’t want to wake you so he asked if I could have a room prepared for you here,”

“Oh, thank you,”

It was good of John to have asked because you probably wouldn’t be making any late-night trips alone. Or at least you didn’t want to.

The memories of that night were still incredibly fuzzy and all you seemed to be able to remember was the feeling, maybe it was feet or someone’s fists but they were having a go at you and suddenly it made the lump in your throat grow making it difficult to swallow.

“Are you alright?” the doctor inquired gently.

“Fine,” you nodded. “Just trying to get out of my head,”

Kreizler motioned for you to come closer to him and you did, standing up and moving to the armchair before sitting yourself down at his feet, your hands placed in his own.

“What is it meine liebe?” he whispered, the back of his index finger stroking your cheek gently.

Your breath hitched while you looked up at him, his hazel eyes sparkling with green until the dim candlelight.

“You’re tense even when you’re safe,”

The pain was hard to forget, even when there was a compassionate touch from your brother or a gentle squeeze of your hand from the doctor or a friendly hug from Sara, it still hurt. The wounds were still there causing pain, associating that pain with the way your loved ones would hold you.

Loved ones.

They had really become that close, in such a short amount of time.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked again, pulling you from your daze.

You nodded, somewhat meekly not wanting to admit the pain you were feeling.

“Where doesn't it hurt?”

You detached your hands from his, showing him your hands,

“Here,” you said faintly.

He took your hands in his again, gently bringing them to his lips, pressing a kiss to each knuckle, each finger, sparks flying through you with every touch he gave.

“Where else,”

Your fingers moved to your neck, one of the only places where you weren’t bruised to begin with.

Your face was in his hands and he held you so delicately while you sat at his feet. His eyes scammed yours, asking for permission because dammit if he wasn’t a gentleman. You gave it to him with a simple nod of your head and one of his hands retracted while the other tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck and allowing his lips to trail feather-light kisses along it, your heart pounding through your chest and you prayed he couldn’t feel your pulse through your arteries.

When his lips detached from your neck your breath was shaky, wavering, waiting for him to ask the question once more.

“Where else meine liebe?” he whispered, close to your ear, his warm breath fanning over the side of your head and causing you to almost freeze in your spot.

You swallowed thickly, lifting your hand to your lips, fingers brushing delicately against them, almost begging him to just kiss you proper.

“Las,” you breathed, cutting his name short in an endearing way.

He didn’t need to hear you ask again, tilting your chin up and resting his lips on yours. You quavered slightly under his warm touch but he held you steady. Your bottom lip became tucked between his, like puzzle pieces.

It felt quick, not long enough, you wanted it to last an eternity and when he heard your quiet whimper when you pulled apart he didn’t waste a second to press his lips back on yours, pulling you in closer and letting his beard scratch against the soft skin of your cheek.

When you pulled apart for a second time you were prepared for it. Allowing your forehead to rest against his, your hands holding him close.

“Your brother may have a very good reason to be mad with me now,” he said softly and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“John doesn’t matter right now,” you shook your head.

“But he does, because I must ask something of him,”

“What could you possibly need from my overprotective older brother?”

“His blessing and permission to court you. Along with your own,”

Your lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile. “Now that will get Gran off my back,”

“My thoughts exactly, and maybe, I hope it might bring you some joy meine liebe or respite,”

“As long as you can promise me that you won’t hide away Las,” you murmured, your fingers delicately brushing away some hair from his eyes.

“Anything,” he nodded. “I’d promise you anything,”

“Okay then while I’m at it, please don’t get yourself killed,” you said, placing a small peck to his lips.

“You have my word,” he smiled. “But you should sleep, I know you’ve barely been getting rest and you look tired,”

“You know it’s not polite to tell a lady she looks tired,” you quipped with a raised brow and he gave you a gentle smile. “And I think… I think I might rest better if I was lying next to you,”

Kreizler seemed to think this over, everything that was proper, especially in New York’s higher society, told him to say maybe it was best they spent the night apart, but his heart ached to be close to you, to hold you tight and feel your body against his.

“(Y/N), I-I’m not altogether sure that’s best especially for a proper woman such as yourself I wouldn’t want to-,”

“Las,” you stopped him. “I think over the time you’ve known me we both know that I am anything but proper. And you and I, we’re not normal people, what harm is there in sharing a bed,”

Absolutely none. You were right. There was no harm.

“First door on the left,” he said softly. “I’ll join you in a moment,”

You nodded, pushing yourself up to stand on your feet, a hand going to affectionately caress his face, tucking a very small piece of hair behind his ear.

He leaned into you, resting his head against your stomach and you held him there, despite the soreness it brought you because you knew how much of a comfort it was to him after working such late nights and long days.

Your fingers gently massaged his scalp, just for a few moments before pressing one last kiss to his head and pulling away, his hazel eyes forever lingering on you while you slowly walked up the stairs.

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Scuttle-Buttle’s Masterlist

Tags/TW are listed at the beginning of each fic/chapter. All works available on AO3 under @ scuttlebuttle. Sadly I do not own the characters - I just needed a hobby.

If you want to be tagged in anything please let me know!

Ratings:

G - general audiences

T - teen & up

M - mature audiences, 18+

E - explicit, 18+

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Zemo x Plus Size Female Reader

No One But Me

Summary: When you received a call from Sam and Bucky to help them catch the Flag Smashers you didn’t entirely know what to expect. As a lonely PhD student studying the effects of Hydra on shaping modern history, the duo thought you could be useful in finding leads towards the case. What you didn’t know was that a certain incarcerated Baron would be working alongside you stirring up trouble, and in more ways than one. 

                 Rated: E         Word Count: 4.7k 

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Baron on the Run series

Young Folks

Summary: Zemo takes you shopping and you decide it’s time to have a little fun with your Baron. 

                Rated: M          Word Count: 1.3K

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Summary: You and Zemo do a little dance.

                Rated: T            Word Count: 1.3k

Aphrodite

Summary: The morning after No One But Me.

Rated: E Word Count: 2.2k

Beard Burn

Summary: A beard is the best disguise.

Rated: M Word Count: ~600

Man Size Meatballs

Summary: QVC is dangerous.

Rated G Word Count: ~600

What Are Those?

Summary: You buy your Baron some new shoes.

Rated: G Word Count: ~500

Summary: Zemo keeps the holsters on.

Don't Let Go

Rated: E Word Count: ~2k

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Niki Lauda (Rush 2013)

Sleeping With The Enemy masterlist

Pairing: Niki Lauda x fem!OC Catherine Sinclair/Reader

Summary: Catherine Sinclair is the younger, estranged half-sister of renowned F1 driver James Hunt. Things get a bit complicated when she decides to reenter James’ life and ends up meeting his rival - Niki Lauda. Engines ignite as Catherine finds herself caught between her feelings for Niki and the rivalry that the two men share. Will she pump the brakes or let herself crash in the inferno?

Rating: E for smut

SWTE One Shots Masterlist

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The Heist masterlist

Synopsis: Niki Lauda and James Hunt are complete opposites. With their careers on the line as International Agents for Interpol, the two get paired together to solve the case of a small underground black market art heist. The introduction of an American, a woman no less, into the team only complicates things further as the trio goes undercover. There's more than just art that is at risk of being stolen on this mission. 

Pairing: Niki Lauda x Fem!Reader, some James Hunt x Reader

Rated: E 18+ for eventual smut, language, and violence

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Dr. Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

The Interpretation of Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: Modern AU. Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a pretentious ass - that's the only way you could possibly explain the man. That being said, you needed a job to help pay for grad school, and the position of being his TA was the only thing available. You'll suck it up and deal with it, but the last thing you'll do is let this man get inside your head in the process.

Enemies to Lovers

Rated: E for smut & descriptions of trauma

Psychopathia Sexualis Masterlist

Sequel to The Interpretation of Dreams

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: After experiencing a whirlwind enemies-turned-lovers romance with the imposing Professor Laszlo Kreizler, things have been wonderful for you. Your studies are coming along, work is enjoyable, and you are in a stable relationship with the man you believe to be the love of your life. Suddenly,  everything threatens to come crashing down with the arrival of a face from the past. Will jealousy and desire consume you and destroy the love you finally found?

Rated: E for smut & dark themes

Peri Psyches masterlist

A one shot series to follow The Interpretation of Dreams & Psychopathia Sexualis fics. Oneshots vary in rating, tags will be listed at the beginning of each fic. Also posted to AO3.

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Other Brühl Boys Oneshots & HCs

Two Stars Miles Apart

Pairing: Andrea Marowski (Ladies in Lavender) x GN reader

Lingonberry Schnapps

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist) x GN reader

Sweater Weather

Pairing: Alex Garel (Eva) x GN reader

Up In Flames

Pairing: AU firefighter Zemo x fem!Reader (smut)

Breakfast in Bed - drabble request

Pairing: Zemo x pregnant wife reader

Promises Kept

Pairing: Dark!Thomas Fischer (My Zoe) x afab!Reader

Ernst Schmidt with a baby - HCs

Modern! Andrea Marowski- HCs

Voyeurism Kink Daniel Weltz - HCs

Brühl Boys & how they would help you on your period Alignment chart

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Strange Case of Dr. Kreizler and Mr. Brühl

Series Master List - Complete

A "Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde" AU Modern!Laszlo/Daniel x Fem!Reader Series

Series Summary: From the first moment you saw Laszlo Kreizler, you were inexplicably drawn to the unusual gentleman. But it isn't until you meet Mr. Brühl that you realize just how unusual they truly are.

Series Warnings: Explicit 18+ NSFW smut (including oral f!receiving, overstimulation, hints of dom/sub, praise kink kinda, possessiveness), masturbation, frottage, explicit language, mild body horror, vomiting, murderer & murder & morality, child abuse (rape) & associated injury discussion (more medical, less graphic), discussions about death and life legacy, cemetery tourism, inappropriate cemetery decorum, hurt/comfort, dark & corrupt religious references, intoxicated character, Laszlo's determination not to let his insecurities stop him from making whatever difference he can in a corrupt system no matter the cost, creative liberty with Laszlo's modern profession, love at first sight, Gothic Romance inspiration & tropes, use of Mr. Daniel Brühl not intended to reflect anything about the actor as himself

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Series Word Count: 38k

A/N: Inspired by asks & convos with @raraenoctes (@morvantmortuary), and the fantastic world they're building with their OC! My love and thanks to @random-frog-on-a-bench for beta'ing this story, and helping me stay motivated to knock this out. Also, my continued thanks to the lovely @janine-007 who indulged my questions about German pet names and offered some fabulous suggestions.

Reblogs and notes are always so appreciated - I aimed to make this a little stylized, a little Gothic Romance, a little modern meets Victorian...I hope y'all enjoy this contribution to spooky season, and tag list is open if anyone is interested!

Thanks as always 😊

Tag list: @everythingbeginsineternity-blog @thehuiabird @creme-bruhlee @belle82devart @scuttle-buttle @glimmering-darling-dolly @somethingthatsaysbubbles

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It's You

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Could Be Worse

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New Beginnings 💔// Part 2 // Part 3

Something New

Through Thick and Thin

Unknown

I Promise

Unseen Love

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How Did You Get Here

You’re My Comfort

I’m Half The Person You Need Me To Be 💔 // Part 2 // Part 3

Astonished

Marcus Pike x Reader (The Mentalist)

Easy Love

Unaccustomed

Secret Santa

A Giver

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A Petal In Pain

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Capitalist Holiday

A Sunflower and Their Encyclopedia

Nobody

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Low Iron

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Joint Accounts***

Pizza Party

Never Letting You Go

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Physical Pain is Easy

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Sanguine // Part 2 Gut Feeling

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Peace and Warmth

Caught by Carisi

I Can't Let Go 💔

Forever and a Day

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Wasteland, Baby!

More Than Your Actions

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Party Favour

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“Sometimes we survive by forgetting “| Laszlo Kreizler

MASTERLIST

Pairings: AU Dr Laszlo Kreizler x fem! reader

Summary: Your marriage has suffered after a violent evening at the Kreizler residence. Will the pain push you apart or remind you of a love that consumes?

Warnings: Violence, Miscarriage, Depression, SMUT

Words: 2,665

Unlike a usual Friday morning, the fragile frame woke in a puddle of sweat with nightmares playing on repeat in the back of his head – his head. Unable to leave this highway or torture and sacrifice, the middle-aged man tore away the covers that stranded him in the stone-cold sheets of the king bed. The harsh clock ticked over on the chest. Plunging to the ground, the lifeless soul stood away from the ridged raw wood bed. Shivering and tired, he stretched his fable arms as the though of dismembering his own body parts played in the back of his mind- his mind. He could not escape his crippling demons that left him stranded in the empty air.

Months had passed since you'd blessed the cold dormant sheets on his left. In someways, the alienist was relieved that the constant reminder of the pain he'd put you through did not wake beside him at this hour. His heart could not bare the weight of peering over to the empty promise sealed with an empty womb. But despite your absence, the wicked creatures poisoned his sleep each and every night.

That dreaded night four months ago should have been the day he put the future of his family before his need to unearth every detail on his latest case. But Kreizler's mind was occupied with the promise of retribution for the young child who had washed up dead on the streets. He was far from the loving comfort of his wife's arms and the security of status in the upper class estates of New York.

The primitive behaviour of one tortured soul had crashed through the ranks of society and bombarded the doors of his home. Through the terrible noise, a large deposit of anger lashed from the fury covered beast. His target - you. Blood filled the air like a cheap perfume only to attract a second pummel of blows. Leaving you immobile on the landing, your wounds only seemed to instigate more frequent lashes from the wicked creature. Black. Black hues filled the room as your innocence fell from the room.

One last explosion of anger was all it took before a sharp sting rocketed through you abdomen. Despite the figures crashing into your home after noticing the unhinged entrance, they could not restrain the man from depositing the last of his crippling demons. You future was torn from you reach through the seeping blood that puddled between you legs. The ravenous demon was ripped from you home by authority and your body cradled by Dr. Laszlo Kreizler's former manservant, Cyrus Montrose.

Kreizler had been instantly informed of your state when he returned to his home with John and Sara to find Cyrus luring you to consciousness while in dire need for a hospital. Like a deer in headlights, the alienist had frozen in the torn hallways of your shared home. despite the rushing of John who beamed to Cyrus's side to move you into the coach and Sara's incessant chatter that everything would be fine. The fear seeped sweat from his forehead as he's feet had planted him too far from you and his mind distanced from any of the actions around him.

Alone. He stood staring at the splatters of blood and horrid destruction that had fallen on the household his night. John pulled him back from the deep corners of his mind while left him stranded in the empty air.

Cyrus had saved you that evening but no man nor god could have saved your child. These cracks in you future plans had implanted themselves in you marriage. Laszlo shut himself away - avoided any further involvement in the case and slept where he worked. he was shut off from the prying eyes of high society. In turn, you were left alone in your healing. was it reading healing if your partner of love and in life had thrown you away. As the days went by, you found yourself carefully moving your belongings into the single room and made sure to make yourself scarce when you 'husband' finally chose to return to the haunted reminded of the future you lost.

within a blink of an eye, it had been three months and you had reengaged into the life society demanded of you. But you returned alone. You weren't one for the parties or dinners but with Laszlo- your Laszlo- by your side it became bearable. Now, it was a lion's den as you waited for the gossip to dig into every piece of your life.

'how is the baby?'

'where's that husband of yours?'

'if you were my wife I certainly would not let you come out alone to these things'

'I bet my hat that you are exhasted with your bundle of joy'

'oh dear, it has escaped us'

'apologies I had not realised you miscarried'

'aw it a pity you would have made beautiful babies'

'there's always next time'

You drowned in the chatter only to be dragged out by a tall handsome figure. of all the people you wished it was you were disappointed it wasn't Las.

"Mrs Kreizler," you cringed at the use of your married name. Surely, it was evident that you husband had neglected to resurface in your life for months.

"Just Y/N will do if you don't mind" you cut in before the figure could continue.

'Of course, I'm Wilfred Miller... I was one of the men who dragged that scum from your home.' he released and suddenly you mind swarmed with the voice of a man shouting out for help beyond the darkness of your doorway. A small smile blessed your face and begun a night of careful conversation. Had you forgotten how it felt to truly smile in the months since that distressing day.

In the weeks that followed Wilfred had requested that you accompany him on his morning strolls, something Laszlo used to take you on so he could have you to himself for at least a moment everyday. But this was different, Wilfred was showing you what it was like to be you again. Later you would join him on his way to the local orphanage where he worked to get children adopted by childless families. You spent the day braiding little girl's hair and trimming the boy's to make them more presentable for visitors.

However, before you could leave you were met face to face with your husband except something was different. In this moment, he was Dr Kreizler the alienist and no words were uttered between the two of you. Wilfred had politely asked if you would prefer he took you to your home but the Alienist snapped.

"I will be assisting My wife home thank you Mr Miller' his words were territorial with every syllable. The whole city would talk about the wayward Kreizler had he not assumed his position. Or perhaps they would take pity and paint the Doctor as a neglectful husband.

"thank you for the offer Wilfred but I will make my way back with Dr Kreizler" you reassured softly. Following, the outbreak Wilfred was almost frightfully scared to even look at you in anyway. Again you were alone with no one to call a friend who wouldn't spurt your life around the town or back to your husband. However, Laszlo didn't as much as bat an eyelid in your direction in the carriage on the way home or across the table at supper or as you wished him a goodnight before retiring to you separate room.

So the next morning, as he stood from his puddle of sweat, he knew something had to change. In his silent mourning, Kreizler had pushed away the one person he wished to spare his pain. The rasping at your door torn you from a similar striking dream. Peeling your rebuilt frame from the empty comfort of the bed, you managed to pull the strength to let the tortured man in.

"Mein Liebling" his words sparked the love back into your eyes. You let out a soft whimper as Laszlo encapsulated your body with a much needed embrace. Both bodies hungry for one another. You back trembled as his fingertips set you on fire with each small exploration.

Before, you were often intimate physically and it was hot and steamy but this was different; you were making love- renewing love. Laszlo was calculating every movement that he was offered to ensure you were going to stay with him. Together, there was a spark that society was envious of and sometimes your have to remind each other that despite everything there is still a love that consumes. Right now he was going to make sure you knew that you consume his every thought.

You eyes fluttered closed as he's pillow lips left soft kisses on the crook of your neck before deepening to trail to the soft spot below your jaw.

"I, Laszlo Kreizler" he whispers between each deposit of soft caresses. the warmth of his breath sends sparks to places you had long neglected. Forcing his damaged arm to rest on your lower back, he pulls you closer into his husk while his beard brushes the tip of your nose.

Facing your closed eyes, the alienist breaths in the moment before wiping his head to claim your gentle lips the same way he took you at the end of the aisle. Desperate and needy, you whimpered at the lack of contact when he slowly withdrew.

"Take you, mein liebling , Y/N" your eyes demanded to open and stare lovingly at the man you fell in love with. Usually, Laszlo didn't like to disturb you when it came to his urges so early in the morning. But today he needed to leave with you knowing that he still desires everything about you. You could see by the way his lip trembled that he needed you as much as you did. you both needed to escape into the peaceful comfort of the linen sheets. Your hands shot up to his face and dragged him into the single bedroom.

"as my wife" he whispered into your hungry lips as your clothing began to get in the way of the following events.

"it's been awhile since we've used a single bed for such activities, Laz" you had shocked yourself withhoj direct your words had aimed at your sex life. The doctor just smirked before pushing your back onto the ruffled sheets your left before welcoming him in.

"I didn't hear you complaining last time, Liebhaberin" His hand trailed its way up the bare skin that sat beneath the thin fabric of your night dress. goosebump coated your body in anticipation. Kreizler was an attentive man. Ghosting up your legs slowly, Laszlo found the small nub that he'd neglected in these last months and how your body knew it. As if fingers began to work that small bundle of nerves, the tingling sensation shot to your core and released a small moan as the intensity grew. Smirking softly, Kreizler had missed how little it took for you body to react to him; seeing you throw your head back gently as he sped up, the alienist began to notice his own neglected appendage. Your chest was heaving and you knew there was a blush covering your body which mimicked the heaving of his length with begged to be set free.

Slipping a finger down into the welcoming warm of your core, Kreizler studied how you jolted as if a foreign object despite how often he use to indulge in filling this gap.

"It seems you have forgotten my touch, don't worry mein liebling, I won't let that happen again" he commits, almost disappointed with himself that he had let it get this long.

Slowly plunging his fingers into the wetness, you moaned out for him to continue with the joy that you'd find your release. With a swift movement you swiped your night dress from your body with triggered Laszlo's arousal. your figure was enough to send him over the edge any day but today he had almost finished when you moved to take off you nightdress. laying naked on the white sheets, You moaned and panted at the accelerating fingers that hit that sweet spot in you vagina. Before you could make it over the edge, the digits were replaced by the soft lips of your lover and his delicate tongue. Licking up your wetness, Laszlo silently vowed to only provide the best for his life and soul. Edging you closer, he locked you legs open against the bed with both hands despite his damaged arm trembling slightly, he couldn't care less if it meant that he would get you to that moment of euphoria.

And did he take you there. you body shuddered violently as your orgasm rocked through your body like a starved animal. The bristles of his beard brushed against your sensitive mound as he lapped up your arousal. Before pulling himself up your body, Kreizler began to flutter kisses all over your vagina and clit and then trailed these same delicate kisses up your hip. Soon, his hand crept up to meet the spots on you hip when his lips had left soft touches.

Fully stood before you, he left you body for mere moments before removing the restrainting trouser that locked in his own arousal. You were apart seconds but your body moaned for his missing touch and it drove him mad with lust. He dove on to your body with an almighty force as he set to reclaim your lips with his. Eventually, your tongue poked through to explore the comforting warm of his mouth. to which, he moaned deeply causing his whole body to jolt forward, brushing his desire against your entrance. Electricity sparked between your intimate parts. While fighting for dominance with your tongue, you slipped a hand down his soft abdomen. Distracted, Laszlo allowed your dominance within his mouth only to grasp your slipping hand and attach it to his unattended appendage.

The feeling of his warm cock in you hand unlocked hidden moans and whimpers from you both. you almost forgot the battle you'd won when he began directing your hand to move up and down on his shaft. Laszlo's hum of approval was all it took for you to pick up the speed and shake of his hand. His length throbbed in your hand as you decided to direct his appendage into your warm core. like putting in the last puzzle piece, you both gutturally moaned in fulfilment. Laszlo starred in full admiration as all movements stopped. You were completely filled to the brim by his length in that one movement; he could feel every tense of a muscle and every inch of your welcoming canal.

"please, Las, put our baby back" the words softly slipped from your lips and graced Laszlo's ears. Who was he to deny himself and his wife of their future? so like a freed bird, Laszlo's hips began a depth thrust into the depth of your womb with two goals in mind: to make his wife scream his name and put his seed safely where it belongs. His eye's brimmed with tears he'd long held back after the loss of your baby but now was his chance to fix everything. You velvet walls were so tight as he pounded into your sweet spot. Every inch of your body took him as if you'd never been touched; it begged him to breed you. Instantly, you responded to his determined passionate thrusts as you attempted to push up to meet his pace- push him further to meet your womb.

Sometimes we survive because we forget but in this moment you live because he remembers every inch of your body. From the kisses that wrap around your erect nipples or the hand that remains on your hip as a reminder that he is holding on to you for the long haul.

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The Alienist/Dr Laszlo Kreizler Imagines - Keep your eyes on me

AN: If you are a Daniel Brühl / Zemo fan and you haven’t watched The Alienist yet... Check your priorities. This has been sat in my drafts for about a month so I apologise for not posting it sooner...

Summary: Inspired by the line from Episode 7 of Season 2 ‘So you like to watch?’ - Laszlo walks past your room one night and is intrigued by the ajar door...

Pairing(s): Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 3,018

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 1 and beginning of season 2, Smut, cliche trope but who doesn’t love it? Masturbation, (Giving) Oral, unprotected sex

You had lived with Dr. Kreizler since the unfortunate death of Mary. 

After working alongside Kreizler, John Moore and Sara Howard; you had grown attached to the older gentleman.

When Mary had died, you had moved in with Laszlo in order to keep an eye on him and protect yourself against Connor. He had taken a special interest in you after you visited Sara at the office and he would often try to visit your apartment. 

It had been the excuse you had used with Laszlo anyway. 

It would be useless to deny your attraction to the man. 

From the first moment you met him you were drawn in. You had heard of him like many others had before and even read his work but you had never actually met the man until then. 

It was his eyes that captivated you at first. Those deep brown eyes that often stormed and clouded with his many thoughts. 

Over time, you began to notice more and more. The curve on his lips, his firm yet delicate hands, every way he moved. 

You were the first to notice the severity of his arm out of you and Sara. You blamed it on the fact you were observant, she blamed it on the fact you were infatuated with the man. 

Laszlo was completely oblivious, of course.

Even living right under his nose, he seemingly couldn’t recognise your affections towards him. 

After Mary, there was a mourning period, Laszlo became cold and distant and cruel. You tried not to take his words or lack thereof to heart and once the case of the slaughtered boy-whores had been finally settled, things seemed to return to normal. After a time, you even considered yourself a good friend of Laszlo’s. 

However, your thoughts surrounding the man weren't exactly platonic...

You collapsed back on your bed as the hot New York air blew in from the window. It was an unusually warm night for spring and there happened to be gossip of a heat wave that may be on its way. 

You were wearing a light, short sleeved nightgown to try and allow some coolness to your skin but the air was electric around you. 

You thought back on your day as you tried to distract yourself from the warmth. You had spent the day helping around the institute for Laszlo.

Due to the unusual heat, Laszlo had rolled up his sleeves slightly when you were both alone in his office discussing one of the children’s most recent violent episodes. 

You hadn’t entirely been focused on the task due to the way Laszlo’s fingers had been tapping against the table as he spoke. They stroked against the detailed mahogany as he studied the child’s file. Your eyes couldn’t leave them and your mind couldn’t help but wander.

You felt your stomach tighten at the mental images surging through your mind. Your fingers slowly reached down and gathered your nightgown from your ankles, bringing the light fabric up to your thighs as your hand headed between them. 

It had turned into a more often occurrence that you longed for Laszlo's touch but could not have it so ultimately resorted to your imagination. 

Laszlo had been still awake when you resided in your room. The recent incident at the institute had his mind in overdrive and he couldn’t seem to settle. The heat wasn’t helping either. 

He unbuttoned his shirt further as he walked along the landing towards his own chambers. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck and dampened his collar. 

He slowed as he approached your door, it was slightly ajar causing a slither of light to cast across the hallway. 

It wasn’t unusual for Laszlo to wish to check in on you. He had grown fond of having you under his roof especially after Cyrus’ departure. You were a beautiful, intelligent young woman who had been through a lot and had remained with Laszlo through his own rough patch. He’d go as far to call you a close friend. 

He leant forward to peer through the small crack only to see you lying back on your bed with your head thrown back against your pillows. Your mouth was agape and your eyes shut tightly as your hand squeezed your own breast and the other had disappeared under your nightgown. 

Laszlo felt himself freeze at the intimate sight. He knew he had found himself intruding on something private, personal and carnal yet he found his eyes incapable of leaving you. 

He had never witnessed a woman pleasure herself before. He knew of it, the natural desire to touch oneself when one was alone but he hadn’t observed it. 

He watched with a furrowed brow as your chest rose and fell with your fast but faltered breaths. You whimpered quietly as you circled your sensitive bud with the memory of Laszlo’s fingers in your mind. 

“Laszlo...” You moaned before bringing your hand from your breast to your mouth to bite down on it. 

Laszlo felt a fire surge under his skin at the sound of his name on your lips. He clenched his jaw as he felt his slacks fall tight against him. His name had never sounded so alluring.

You began to arch your back as you pressed your fingers inside of you; completely unaware of the audience lingering by the door. 

You pumped your fingers in and out of your dripping cunt as you imagined Laszlo fucking you. You imagined him taking you on that desk in his office. How his skin would feel against yours. His lips, his teeth, his tongue in your mouth. 

“Fuck.” You exhaled. 

Laszlo felt his cheeks warm at the crude language. He had never heard you cuss before. His eyes ran down from your face to between your legs, he watched as your legs began to tense, your fingers working yourself to your climax. 

His tongue darted across his lower lip, his mouth was dry and it seemed he had forgotten to breathe for a moment as your cries and whimpers grew louder. 

His name fell from your mouth again. And again. 

He felt the need to shift or move, his hot skin itching but he didn’t in fear you’d hear him and stop before you could finish. 

You pushed yourself further as you felt your climax begin to stir. Your fingers thrusting faster and your vacant hand finding your clit as your walls tightened. 

You cried out Laszlo’s name one final time as you came undone. 

Laszlo exhaled a shaky breath at the sight. His pupils large and lust blown. His cock throbbing against the inner of his leg. 

You straightened out on the bed as you withdrew your hands; you were trying to catch your breath when you caught the shadow moving away from your door. 

You felt your heart stop when you realised it had to have been Kreizler. 

You jumped up from your bed and ran to the door, you gaped down the hallway  to see Laszlo’s door closing just as your eyes found it. 

You stood there contemplating what to do next. 

Shall you leave it and have Laszlo pretend he never saw what he had, or worse, have him bring it up in the most inopportune moment? Or should you knock on his door and confront him? 

Your anxieties didn’t allow you to confront him that night. Instead, you went on with the next day as if you hadn’t noticed he had caught you. You spent the day at the institute once again but you tried to keep your distance from Kreizler though not far enough that he’d notice the change. 

Once the evening drew in, you had conjured up an idea to test Laszlo. 

You left your door ajar again, deliberately this time, and you didn’t change from your chemise to your night gown. Your chemise was shorter, more revealing from where it would usually sit under your corset and should not be shown so you figured it perfect for your ploy. 

Your heart raced at the notion that Laszlo could be lured in once again. Your mind raced with doubts and questions but you tried your best to push it back. 

You let out a shaky breath as you threw back a shot of liquid confidence. You placed yourself on the bed and closed your eyes, trying to conjure up a scenario with Laszlo in your mind like the night before.  

Goosebumps scattered across your skin as your fingers brushed against your yourself. 

Meanwhile, Laszlo had been at the bottom of the staircase, pondering whether or not he should retire for the night. 

He had noticed your slight offish behaviour that day despite you thinking he hadn’t. He figured you must've seen him leaving your doorway the previous night. 

He climbed a few steps to see the same streak of light that had meant your door was open once again. 

His curiosity got the best of him. 

He peered through to see you lying there, just like the night before, only this time you were clad in your silk chemise with your hair tousled around your shoulders. 

Laszlo’s breath caught in his throat. 

Had you done this on purpose?

 You let your eyes flicker open just a little as you pressed your fingers inside yourself. You spotted the figure past the door. You had to stop yourself from smirking. The bait had worked. 

You just let yourself put on a show. You moaned and moved against yourself, opening your legs wider to give Laszlo a better view. 

Laszlo’s eyes darkened at the act. His body went rigid as he felt himself harden. You had been on his mind all day, your actions haunting him, your voice teasing him, he couldn’t look at you without imagining your twisted expression as you climaxed. 

It had made him feel awkward and hot all day as he tried to stop himself thinking of it but here you were again, spread out on the bed as if just for him to see. 

You panted heavily as you brought yourself closer and closer to climax. The excitement of the scheme had brought forth a buzzing adrenaline in you that only hastened your finish. 

Laszlo watched you with unblinking eyes as his name left your lips. 

He returned to his room and immediately began to strip from his clothes. He ripped his neck free from his collar and tried to undo his cuffs. 

He felt his garments were suffocating him. He had felt desire before but this had been a new level for him. This hadn’t been his imagination or thoughts running wild, he had witnessed you twice now pleasuring yourself and he wanted nothing more than for his own hands to be bringing his name from your lips. 

Laszlo froze when he heard the light rap of knuckles against his door. 

He stepped towards it slowly, clutching the doorknob cautiously before opening it. 

“(Y/n)?” He cleared his throat before he spoke at the sight of you standing in your dressing gown at his door. 

“Laszlo.” You nodded in greeting. “May I come in?” You looked past his shoulder into his chambers. 

Laszlo opened the door further, allowing you in. 

“What can I do for you, (Y/n)?” Laszlo folded his hands in front of him as he turned to you. He held his jaw tight as he tried to fight the images flocking his mind from only moments ago. 

You let your eyes drop to his hands and you caught a glimpse of what he was hiding with the gesture. Your stomach clenched at the outline of his cock pressed against his slacks. 

When you remained silent, Laszlo could feel his cheeks burning underneath his well groomed facial hair. 

“Laszlo?” You whispered as you moved towards the man. You looked up at those eyes that had hooked you from day one. 

“Yes?” Laszlo’s voice was weaker, more nervous as he tried to anticipate your next move. 

“Take me.” You pleaded only loud enough for Laszlo to hear in the proximity. 

Laszlo’s lips parted at the request. His eyes blinked a few times before you decided to place your hand on the man’s cheek.

He immediately melted into your touch. 

He tilted his head, his lips pressing against your palm as he closed his eyes. 

You closed the gap between you, kissing him softly at first but once the connection was made, Laszlo brought you closer, kissing you fiercely. 

Your hands immediately wrapped behind the man’s neck, his hands found your waist, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your dressing gown. 

You rushed to untie your dressing gown, shrugging it from your shoulders to reveal the soft chemise underneath. 

Laszlo broke the kiss to absorb the sight before him. His fingers hooked under the thin straps of your chemise and ran down them teasingly. 

“Are you sure you want this?” Laszlo asked, his voice gruff and low with desire. 

You helped him, pulling the straps from your shoulders and letting the chemise fall to the floor. 

“More than anything.” You whispered back as Laszlo swallowed hard; taking in your naked form. You were even more beautiful than he had expected. 

Laszlo kissed you again, bringing your body close to his with his hand on the small of your back. 

You tried to even the playing field by reaching up to unbutton Laszlo’s shirt. You reached the final button and went to remove the garment when Laszlo caught your wrist. You pulled away, allowing him to fully remove his own shirt. 

You had briefly seen the man shirtless before, you had witnessed his weak arm,  it didn’t phase you. 

You knelt down in front of Laszlo before he could protest and began unbuckling his belt. 

“What are you––” Laszlo stopped when you tugged his slacks and undergarments down, springing his large member free. He gasped, snapping his head up as you brought his tip to your lips. 

Laszlo knew you had been with a man before. He knew of your past. You had been engaged at 17 to a young wealthy English man who had come to New York to visit his aunt and find a wife. You believed yourself in love and he had his way with you several times whilst you were engaged. Just before the wedding, he called off the engagement and fled back to Britain. You had been heartbroken and whilst your family managed to hide the fact you had been ruined by the man, it was still a well known scandal after all these years that he had practically left you at the alter. 

You looked up at the man as you dragged your tongue along the underside of his member. Laszlo was crumbling. He squeezed his eyes closed and clamped his jaw shut to stop the string of breathless cusses in his mother tongue. 

You closed your mouth around him, taking him whole as you hollowed your cheeks and pushed him to the back of your throat. 

Laszlo’s good hand buried itself in your hair and gripped you tightly as you began to bob your head rhythmically. 

“Scheisse.” Laszlo murmured, looking down at you as you knelt before him. 

You allowed your hand to help you as you picked up your pace, Laszlo’s ragged breathes only encouraging you further.  

“(Y/n).” Laszlo bent down and tried to lift you from your knees with one hand. “Please.” His simple command was enough for you to understand what he wanted. 

You slowly went over to the bed, your stomach tight with nerves and desire, as Laszlo removed his remaining clothes. 

Laszlo stood at the end of the bed, staring down at you as if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. 

You leant forward and took hold of his hand, guiding him down to the bed with you. 

When your lips met his, the intense passion reignited. 

Laszlo parted your legs with his knee as he propped himself up with his good arm. You reached down and took hold of his throbbing member, pumping it a couple more times before helping him line up with your entrance. 

Your eyes locked onto his as he pressed into you slowly, gasping quietly as you adjusted around his length. 

When Laszlo filled you entirely, he paused, grinding his molars together as he savoured the moment. You bucked your hips impatiently, desperate for some fiction before he started to move inside of you. 

You gripped onto his back and shoulders as you rolled your hips with his. He had fit you better than you ever imagined. 

“Look at me.” Laszlo demanded as you closed your eyes. 

You did as you were told.

Your stomach twisted with pleasure as Laszlo picked up his pace. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he thrusted in and out of you and his breath hissed past his teeth as you grip tightened on him. 

“Laszlo... Please...” You begged for that sweet release as he deepened his thrusts. Each jolt hitting your core with painful pleasure. 

As Laszlo’s hips began to falter, you took the opportunity to encourage him to roll over. You climbed on top of him as he stared up at you with almost black eyes and guided him inside of you. 

You rolled your hips against him, bringing forth your own climax as your walls pulsed around his cock. Laszlo thew his head back against his pillows and winced as his own finish grew closer and closer. 

You listened to the German spill from the man’s mouth as his hot seed filled you. You slowed down, sweat slick on your body from the hot night air. 

You fell beside the man and tried your hardest to catch your breath. 

Laszlo surprised you when he turned to plant a gentle kiss on your temple. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest. 

“You must remain here tonight.” He muttered with his eyes closed. “Every night if you so desire.” 

A small smile danced across your lips. 

“Goodnight Laszlo.” You whispered, kissing him one last time. 

AN: I rushed the end but I hope you like it nevertheless!

#Laszlo Kreizler #Laszlo kerizler x reader #Laszlo kreizler imagines #the alienist #the alienist imagines #the alienist x reader #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl #Daniel bruhl imagines #Daniel Bruhl #Zemo #helmut zemo #baron zemo #the falcon and the winter soldier imagines

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Favorite Fics - f1yogurt

A compilation of my favorite fics, I needed a place to keep them all and I will slowly be adding more as I find them. Not in any particular order. Feel free to browse and give some love to these amazing authors!

(I'm not keeping track of which are explicit so Minors DNI 18+)

Daniel Characters

Laszlo Kreizler (imma be honest, all of these are my favorite)

Abandonment Requires Expectation - sub!Laszlo x Reader

go together like horse and carriage - Laszlo x John x Sara (drunk Laszlo is best Laszlo)

The Ripping Case of Ms. Delia Rodwick - sub!Laszlo x Reader

Good Boy - puppy play, sub!Laszlo x Reader

Laszlo Kreizler Headcanons - NSFW

Manuals of Love's Devotion - sub!Laszlo x Reader

Helmut Zemo

Baron Zemo Imagine - sub!Zemo x reader

Niki Lauda

Born to be Wild - Niki x fem!F1 Driver Reader

The Heist - spy!AU, Niki x Reader

Fluff Prompt - on the beach, Niki x Reader

eine ratte und eine maus - Niki x fem!Reader

Andrea Marowski

Throw Me a Bone - sub!Andrea x Reader

Sebastian Zöllner

The Artist and His Muse - mild sub!Sebastian x Reader

Born to Beg - sub!Sebastian x Reader

Best Boy - sub!Sebastian x Reader

WinterBaron

Drossel - trains, Bucky/Zemo on the run, malewife!Zemo vibes

WinterBaron Push! Verse - literally my favorite thing, kind of an AU, omega!Zemo x Alpha!Bucky

The White Wolf is my Alpha - omega!Zemo x Alpha!Bucky

Masterlists

cazzyimagines - Bruhl babe's dream

sub-danny - sub!Danny wowow

scuttle-buttle - so much goodness

rumblelibrary - lots of Niki and Laszlo!

mypoisonedvine - lots of characters beyond Danny too

dreaminrubies - assorted gems

kadeuuijib -sub!Danny

#favorite fics #fic recs #my fic recs #daniel brühl #winterbaron #rush 2013 #niki lauda #laszlo kreizler #sebastian zöllner #andrea marowski #helmut zemo #alex garel #alex kerner

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Concept laszlo and his lovely wife just trying to make it though a heat wave. I'm just imagining how hot all those Victorian dresses were. Like imagine laszlo just helping his wife strip down to her under clothes and him with no jacket, no tie his waist coat abandoned 😍

The Heatwave [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader]

I just love so much this concept!!!

I mean it is just so perfect, what else can I add?

It was late in the evening, the city was quiet and the day was dying.

Then why you couldn't find peace?

You barely ate something for dinner as the both of you drunk loads of water, Laszlo taking off his jacket as he barely had the will for his ritual evening drink.

It was like words were dying out of both of you. As you tried to do your little tasks and habits you felt like doomed by a sense of slowness and suffocation.

"Doctor" Stevie called from the door and Laszlo called him in.

"If it is alright I will leave for the night"

"Go Stevie, have some rest" he said as he watched Stevie leave and he stood there for a moment. As the house was now empty he looked up at you and left the door open.

"Liebing" he called you as you were just staring at the same line on your book over and over.

"Will you maybe agree on a thought of mine" he said as you smiled weakly feeling a bit dizzy

"Since we are home alone now" he added as that glossy eyed tired look from you was just as tempting.

"Maybe you'd like to get rid of a layer of two of clothing"

You chuckled as he said so "How tempting, are you sure you're not under the influence of the heat?"

"Maybe, maybe not"

He smirked as you stood up as he kissed the light layer of sweat on your neck where your hair were pulled up in an intricate braid while he placed himself behind you.

His hand slowly undoing your dress from behind and helping you take it off only to then offer that same hand to you to step out of it once it completely dropped on the floor.

You didn't want to inquire if it was easy or not for him to do so, he patiently undid the knot of your corset and used his index to pull the strings and loosen them one by one until it slowly let go of your torso and your breath relaxed in a deep sigh of relief.

"Better mh?"

You nodded slowly as indeed it was better. You turned around peppering soft kisses all over his cheek to thank him and he smiled in such a way it made you want to eat the apple of his cheek.

You gently pressed your forehead against his sweaty one, hands running over his waist coat as you gently undid it pushing it off his shoulders. Then again your lips brushed against his while your hands undid his tie.

"I love to be alone with you" he confessed “No offence for Stevie”

You smiled slowly undoing his cufflinks resting them on the coffee table neatly so he won't lose them.

“I like to think that’s also why you married me” you said as you rolled up his sleeves.

“And few more details” he added as he hated the heat because he loved to be cuddly with you and be close to you and every night he had to sleep far from you because of it.

“Details” you repeated slowly lacing your hand with his “Come, Let me show you few more details” you said as he blushed letting you tug him upstairs where another kind of sweat was about to be shared.

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