#the alienist oneshot

[r-redex]

Kreizloore oneshot

wow hello i am alive 

I haven’t written on this account in ages, but lately I’ve been tinkering with some old WIPs (including one that I still have every intention of finishing) and I found this draft in my docs! I don’t remember exactly where the story was intended to go, but I remember that I had a fun time writing it and wanted to rewrite/share it as a oneshot to get my brain going again. Sooo yeah ^^” thanks for reading!

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“Goddamn this bird!”

Laszlo’s exclamation was sharp and loud in the small dorm room, but John barely flinched. Teddy, on the other hand, nearly toppled off the foot of John’s bed.

“Making any progress, Laszlo?” John asked mildly, not looking up from the book laying on the bed in front of him. He could practically feel the admonishing look that Teddy shot him, but paid him no mind.

“This man,” Laszlo seethed, pushing his desk chair back with a discordant scrape, “this ‘professor,’ is completely off his rocker.”

“Have you tried looking closer?”

 “John,” Teddy hissed

“I’ve looked!” Laszlo nearly shouted. “I’ve searched this damned bird from head to tail, beak to claw, from one wing tip to the other and under every feather. The only thing I haven’t seen is for the blasted thing to hop up and fly away!”

“Maybe that’s what you’re supposed to be looking for.”

 “John,” Teddy pleaded under his breath. John just shrugged and licked his thumb to turn another page.

Laszlo scoffed, running a hand through his hair as he started to pace.

“I must’ve written him half an encyclopedia by now,” he griped, absently rubbing at the ginger scruff starting to shadow his face. “And nothing—nothing—that I give him seems to be good enough. Either he’s delusional, sadistic, or just plain stupid.”

 “Have you tried asking if there’s a specific piece of criteria you’re missing?” Teddy hesitantly suggested. Laszlo turned on him sharply.

 “Laszlo Kreizler,” he snapped, pointing an ink-stained finger at him, “does not miss things.”

 John could have laughed out loud at that, but his face remained studiously blank. Ted, lacking in subtlety as he was, quickly cut his eyes between the two of them; John had to fight down the urge to kick him in the shin.

Either Laszlo didn’t notice, or didn’t care; he just kept pacing, shoes thudding against the worn floorboards.

John sighed, closing his book and sitting up on the bed. His own shoes were discarded on the floor, as were Ted’s, but Laszlo had been dressed to the nines since that morning.

“You need to give it a rest,” he said calmly, crossing his legs on the bed and watching Laszlo stamp across the floor. “You’ve obviously hit a wall, and at this rate all you’re going to do is walk yourself through the floor. Take a break, get comfortable.”

 Laszlo stopped, scratching once more at his chin. Then, with a displeased huff, he sat on his own bed and started unlacing his shoes.

John watched for a moment as he struggled to get his fingers to cooperate, but Laszlo predictably remained stubbornly silent.

“Teddy,” he spoke up, keeping his eyes on Laszlo.

 “Yes?”

“I believe I forgot to check the mail this morning, and Laszlo has been otherwise…occupied.”

Teddy glanced over to Laszlo’s overflowing desk, then back to John with a plain look of confusion.

“And…?”

“And,” John drew out the word, giving him a pointed look, “I would rather not have any of the little twits from the downstairs dorms getting their paws on my Gram’s letters.”

 Teddy’s eyes lit up in realization, flicking briefly to Laszlo. He nodded quickly.

“Yes, quite understandable. I’ll go check.”

He hopped up and shoved his feet into his shoes before scurrying out of the room. The door swung shut behind him, leaving the dorm silent apart from the creaking of Laszlo’s boots as he continued to fight them.

John gave him a few moments before standing with a quiet sigh. Laszlo didn’t acknowledge him until he stood directly in front of his bed; only then did he let his arms drop, the right one falling limply to his side.

 “Your fabrications are laughable,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the floor. “The mail, John? He doesn’t even live in the building.”

 “You’re a stubborn bastard,” was all John said, before taking a knee in front of him and patting his own leg. There was a moment’s pause before Laszlo finally sighed and propped his foot on John’s thigh.

 “Besides,” he continued as he made quick work of the laces, “it’s not as though he’s not aware of why. You’re just too bullheaded to ask for help, doubly so in front of others.”

John pulled one boot off, soon followed by the other. Laszlo remained silent, but John could feel his gaze on the back of his neck, making his skin pebble and hair stand up.

 For one fleeting, breathless moment, after Laszlo’s socked foot slid from his lap, he lingered there on the floor. If things were different—if Laszlo were a lesser man, or perhaps John a braver one—he might gently clasp Laszlo’s calves, feel the thick fabric of the trousers bunch under his hands as he slid them up the curving muscle, over Laszlo’s knees, fingers skirting up to his thighs—

 “Class!” John choked out, lurching to his feet suddenly enough to nearly smash Laszlo’s nose with the back of his skull. He spun around, starting to grab books and papers from his bed and desk at random and shove them into the bag hanging abandoned from the back of his chair. Laszlo said nothing, but John could feel him staring, watching him with that look. When he did speak, his voice was light and casual, but John heard the undertone that made his stomach twist with anxiety.

“Where are you going?”

 He grabbed his own boots from beside the bed, not bothering to put them on before reaching for the doorknob.

 “I forgot,” he said, as evenly as he could while obviously fleeing the room, “I’ve got an evening lecture tonight.”

 Despite himself, he waited for just a second, hand hovering over the doorknob. Laszlo, however, apparently had nothing else to say.

Teddy jerked away from the wall he’d been leaning against as John practically flew out of the door with a clatter. He looked at him like he was utterly mad, and John had to admit that he wouldn’t be far off.

“John, what—”

“You have an evening lecture tonight, yes?”

Teddy blinked.

 “Um…yes, in about an hour. Why…?”

“Brilliant,” John sighed. He clapped an utterly befuddled Teddy on the shoulder.

 “Mind if I sit in?”

-

 The sun had long set by the time the lecture let out, and the campus itself felt almost as sleepy as John. He trailed behind Ted, eyes heavy, trying his best to tune in to his friend’s one-sided conversation.

 “—fascinating, really,” Teddy was saying enthusiastically. “We’ve been studying international law these last few terms, and now that we’re back to the American judicial systems, it’s intriguing to see the similarities between—”

 He cut himself off and looked back at John, who was lagging a few feet behind. Teddy sighed and idled, waiting for him to catch up.

“You know,” he said lightly, “I’m starting to think that you may not be as interested in my studies as you say.”

 “Sorry, sorry,” John mumbled. “‘M listening, keep going…”

 He heard Ted huff out a laugh as they started down the campus path once more.

 “It’s alright, I’m just teasing.”

 He patted John’s shoulder, only to yelp and hurry to catch him as he stumbled under the contact.

 “Good lord, John,” he said, steadying him. “Have you been sleeping at all?”

“Yes,” John said, immediately stifling a yawn. “It’s just been a bit…much this week, what with Laszlo and his bird.”

Ted hummed sympathetically.

 “Well,” he said, giving John a look of thinly-veiled concern, “I know it’s not ideal, but you know my floor is always open if worst comes to worst.”

 John couldn’t help but chuckle; partly because he knew Teddy, and knew that if it did ever come to that, he would have no say on the matter of taking the man’s bed.

 “Thank you, Teddy,” he said with a smirk, but it quickly softened into a genuine smile.

 “Besides,” Ted continued, “Ms. Fitzgerald tends to cook too many pancakes in the morning, and if we get up before the other boarders she’ll give us the extras.”

 John laughed at that, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Good man. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The street split from the campus and onto the main road, and they said their goodbyes before parting; Teddy heading down the sidewalk, and John turning towards the dormitories. Aside from the few other unlucky bastards straggling back from night classes, the campus was blessedly empty, as were the halls of their dorm building as John climbed the narrow staircase to his and Laszlo’s room. Light shone through the crack in the door despite the offensively late hour, and John hesitated a moment before entering.

 Laszlo was slumped over his desk with his back to the door, still in his day clothes, fast asleep. He didn’t stir as John eased the door shut behind him and crept over to the desk.

 Laszlo’s bad arm was dangling by his side, and John carefully lifted it to rest on the desk beside his slack face. He had his head pillowed on his other arm, his cheek rosy and creased where it pressed against the fabric, and a small puddle of drool dampened whatever illegible notes he’d fallen asleep on. John couldn’t help but smile, allowing fondness to warm his chest for a few quiet, private moments.

He dragged Laszlo’s quilt off his bed and carefully draped it over his friend’s shoulders. Then he snuffed out the lamp, stripped to his underclothes, and crawled under his own covers.

Though the room was pitch black without the lamp, and John’s eyes stung with exhaustion anyways, he watched the shape of Laszlo in the darkness until he could keep his eyes open no longer.

#oneshot #the alienist fanfic #kreizloore #laszlo kreizler/john schuyler moore

[bacchicly]

Writing update:

I am working on an AU longer ask oneshot (Garvez since highschool - thank you!)

DCE 14 / Part 4 Big Big Trouble (they are currently at an Italian restaurant in a private dining room - Real Caleb Carr The Alienist vibes).

A personal project that I want to pick back up.

That said I probably have space for some shorter one-shots or micro-fictions in my brain - so let me know if you have any requests. Because apparently I am not busy enough. 🤣

Here are my request kinda guidelines... Mostly I am flexi... But no baby twins. Not that I don't love babies or twins but if I am doing a story about parenting a baby I do not think I yet have the skill to write more than one as "more than just a prop" - I probably could do older twins.... but me writing baby multiples would not be fair to babies or mutliples...

Also may be helpful... My loose self imposed guidelines for:

Writing sex scenes

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#criminal minds #garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcia #requests

[roguelov]

Hand in Hand

Summary: Feelings for the Alienist starts to bloom and when Laszlo decides to make a move, where will that lead the two of you?

Reader: Gender Neutral

Word Count: ~1500

Warnings: Minor angst towards the end, but mostly fluff

Note: My first Laszlo fic ☺️ so they’re probably most definitely be more to come

Why him?

The esteemed, well-known, yet reclusive social outcast that was Doctor Laszlo Kreizler managed to capture your pitiful heart. And why may you ask? Oh, there were many reasons why. 

From the way he conducted himself, to his intellect, to his kind heart even if it was hidden by his more reserved exterior, to his eyes. Yes, his eyes. Eyes that still managed a childlike wonder in them despite the harsh times. To you, Laszlo was still like a child. Child who was constantly learning from the world around him, the ever changing and ever evolving world. Not to mention he had an edge of innocence to him, a pure childlike innocence still buried within him that you wished to protect. 

Within the first handful of days of being introduced to Dr. Kreizler, you understood what the faint flutter in your chest meant. You without any doubt was absolutely infatuated with the alienist. 

You, of course, was never sure if he shared those feelings in return. But, he did something that changed your way of thinking.

It began at a party. A dull event which he believed was unnecessary and unwanted on his part, however, it was John’s brilliant idea to get out and get away from those gruesome murders. Even for a short moment. If Laszlo remembered correctly John said it was ‘to relax the mind and to start refreshed tomorrow’. Laszlo scoffed under his breath. Refreshed? Hardly.

“Having fun, Doctor?”

A smug voice rang from his side. Laszlo flinched, but quickly recovered. He glanced to his right to find you smiling at him, a certain teasing smile you only wore around him.

Laszlo shook his head, “Not entirely.”

“Then you and I are in the same boat.” You stood next to him staring out to the sea of people and sipped your champagne. “Care to have another passenger on your lone ship of one?”

Laszlo peered over to you. You didn’t stare at him, only watched the people mingling. His eyes wondered downward to your free hand at your side.

Laszlo couldn’t deny the rush of attraction he felt towards you, and by spending more and more time with you he couldn’t push it aside any longer.

Love was chemicals and products of our upbringings; at least that was Laszlo told himself. Chemicals that influenced the brain and made practically anyone lose any sense of self. But he learned early on, he would gladly plead insanity when in your presence.

As those familiar chemicals coursed through him, his hand twitched towards yours. He didn’t dare stop himself, it may be his only chance. Carefully, almost afraid you may burn him in some way, he grabbed your hand.

You jumped at the touch as all the air was knocked out of your lungs. Swallowing down the instinct to run, you maintained a level-head to not arouse any suspicion. You gently maneuvered your hand around to slip your fingers between his. You squeezed his hand and he returned it.

“I would gladly allow you on my ship,” he whispered.  

Ever since the exchange, whenever and wherever you found yourself by Laszlo’s side, his hand found itself intertwined with yours. However, it never went any farther than that. Neither of you spoke of it, nor did you have the courage to bring it up.

Luckily, a chance would arise.

After a long night scouring over old clues, John finally declared everyone should return home to rest. Sara agreed along with yourself, Laszlo however only hummed in response. You doubt he was truly listening. John and Sara left, they offered to wait for you, but you said you will leave in a few minutes saying they didn’t need to. They shared a glance, but left together none the less.

That was moments ago.

Laszlo continued to stand over the table filled with books and stacks of notes as he ruffled through them hoping to find an overlooked clue. 

He sighed then glanced up surprised to find you still here, despite clearly hearing the door shut. You always managed to do that. His enigma. The way you could disappear and reappear out of his vision without a trace, the way he could never truly understand what you were thinking behind those beautiful eyes, the way you spoke you mind without any cares, the way he never knew where you were but somehow you were always by his side, and most of all the way his hand managed to fit perfectly in yours.

He cleared his throat, “Is there something I can help you with, Mx. (Y/L/N).”

You cocked an eyebrow as a smile graced over your lips. “I’ve repeated myself far too many times for you to call me, (Y/N), Laszlo.” 

“Right,” he bowed his head with an amused grin tugging on his lips. When he lifted his head back up he was greeted with your dazzling smile. “Is there something I can help you with, (Y/N)?”

“I was simply about to ask you the same.” You strolled closer standing directly on the other side of the table. “John and Sara left minutes ago to rest for the night, even if it’ll be minor, but you still manage to be working.”

Laszlo’s eyes widened a fraction. Have you been standing there for that long?

“You need to rest yourself, Doctor.” You glanced down at the notes and papers. The flash of red caught your eye. Moving aside a piece of paper, you found one of John’s illustration of a poor boy slashed apart. You frowned, “It’s not healthy to be up so late.”

Laszlo huffed through his nose. “Ridiculing a doctor? How ironic.”

You laughed once. “I suppose you are right, but I wouldn’t have too if you listened.”

Laszlo chuckled.

There.

Something pushed you, something demanded you to take those steps you desperately wanted to take so long ago. You strolled around the table to Laszlo’s side. He watched your every move. Almost afraid if he blinked, you would vanish. He turned facing you directly as you stopped in front of him. 

Slowly, you reached out. Your right hand found its perch within his. Like always. Your eyes connected with his in an asking way. He nodded, a miniscule nod. Carefully, you intertwined your left hand with his. He had to suppress a shiver, one with a mixture of disgust and pleasure.

“Laszlo?”

He didn’t realize he closed his eyes. Opening them, he was once again greeted with your soft smile.

“Can you answer something for me?” you asked.

“To the best of my abilities.”

“What am I to you?”

He blinked in shock. “Pardon?”

“What am I to you? What is this?” You lifted his hands up to your face showing him. Not wanting fear to hold you back any longer, you brought his hands to your lips. You pressed a gentle kiss to them. A dozen butterfly kisses over his knuckles. He let out a shaky sigh as his heart leapt at each delicate kiss. You whispered against them, “What can I do for this to be more?”

He was at a loss for words.

You stared at him with begging eyes, “Laszlo, please, answer me. I’ll do anything.”

“… anything?” He whispered in disbelief.

“Yes, anything.”

He pondered for a moment. His thoughts raced and raced until it was all a blur, until he was left with only raw emotions and no practical or logical reasonings. Yes, more than on one occasion he has imagined a life with you if the two of you more was involved, such as moving in together or possibly marriage, but –

Ah. There it was again.

A ‘but’ that always halted those wondrous fantasies, a ‘but’ that called towards his doubts and insecurities.

He yanked his hands from your own. A flash of pain crossed your face. He spun around from you keeping his head bowed. He finally offered you his answer, “Then leave.”

“Excuse me?” You stepped back horrified.

“I cannot give you what you desire, (Y/N). I am not the man you should seek.”

“Why is that?”

Laszlo looked over at you. His eyebrows furrowed together. “Why? You ask why when I know you know the answer. I am not a good man, nor a great one. I am an outcast of society, labeled insane much like my patients. If you choose to be by my side, I cannot save you from rumors and gossip. I –“

“All I ask for is a decent man, Laszlo, and you are,” you cut him off.

He promptly shut his mouth.

You stepped back into his space. Gently, you reached up and cupped his face so he could stare at you directly unable to look away. “You may not see yourself as good or great, but most people are not. Very few are great. And if you care so much, then I see you as great. No, more than great, you are a fantastic man with a massive heart. And do you think I truly care about all of those dull rumors? Let them talk about utter nonsense. Just let me be a social outcast with you.”

He sighed bring up his right hand to rest over top of yours.

“Besides,” you whispered, “you already let me onto your boat. It would be quite rude to let me drown now.”

He chuckled. “You are relentless.”

“I know.” You kissed his forehead. “You were in my grasp and I was not about to let you go without a fight.”

He closed his eyes relaxing into your touch, “And I thank you for that, Liebling.”

#the alienist #laszlo kreizler #laszlo Kreisler x reader #laszlo x reader #the Alienist oneshot #the alienist imagine #laszlo Kreisler imagine #lazlo kreizler oneshot #laszlo x you #gender neutral insert

[boneheadduluc]

Hey does anyone wanna be tagged in a dom fem reader x sub laszlo kriesler one shot imma make pretty soon? just like/comment if you wanna be tagged :)

#laszlo kreizler #the alienist #smut oneshot #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #the alienist oneshot #yes its gonna include Laszlo not knowing how to act around women and being flustered and not knowing what to do #danny bunch

[nev3rfound]

in another lifetime : h.z / l.k

as one of the remaining avengers besides doctor strange who has experience with the masters of the mystic arts, sam asks for your help with the flagsmashers. yet, during your attempt at reasoning with an old friend, you and Zemo end up in a difficult situation as a portal to the unknown is forced toward you both. (2.8k)

masterlist / permanent taglist / etsy shop - requests open!

requested: not by anyone but i have rekindled my love for the alienist and had to make a crossover! warnings: elements of tfatws series (so potential spoilers)

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX

“What is going on here?” You pinch the bridge of your nose, barely able to comprehend the sight in front of you; Bucky, Sam and Zemo. The Zemo in question who tore apart the only family you had. “Why and how is he here?”

“Nice to meet you, at last, Y/n. Welcome to Riga.” Zemo smiles curtly whilst you scoff in response.

“Can’t say it's a mutual feeling. Sam, a word?” Tilting your head, Sam takes his cue and walks toward the front door with you on his tail. “Don’t let him out of your sight.” You glance over your shoulder, looking at Bucky who is evidently fed up whilst Zemo sits on the couch and sips a whiskey.

Once outside, Sam can already sense the annoyance radiating from you. “Now before you lose your temper at me, can I just say Bucky is the one who busted him out?” Sam holds his hands up in defence whilst you cross yours over your chest.

“That doesn’t help his case either.” You huff. “Why did you bring me here in the first place, Sam? What do you need me for anyway?”

Sam shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "Look, unlike the rest of us, you survived the snap,"

"Yes, and they were the worst five years of my life." You interrupt him, and Sam quietly sighs under his breath.

“Look, I get it.” Sam states, and despite you trying to protest he continues. “None of us will understand what you went through, but Karli’s got some kinda connection to your old buddies.”

“How?” Keeping your tone low, you step closer toward Sam. “And more importantly, since when?”

The pair of you were becoming more aware of those around you, a few sparing glances and others muttering to each other as they passed you by.

Grabbing a hold of your hand, Sam guides you back toward the apartment, which turns out to be Zemo's, much to your distaste.

“It’s better to explain with the others.” Sam mutters as you near the front door, surprised Zemo doesn't have his title embellished in gold or something along those lines.

“And by others you mean my only other friend and a terrorist.” You can’t hide the disdain in your voice, causing Sam to chuckle much to your surprise.

“If that helps, sure.”

*

Sitting on the sofa with Bucky, you were still trying to get your head around it all whilst Zemo happily pours himself another whiskey.

“Can you not do that right now?” You groan loudly and bury your face in your hands whilst Zemo places the whiskey bottle down, ignoring the evident glare from Bucky as he lifts the glass to his lips, hiding his smirk.

“Listen, Y/n,” Bucky mutters, resting his arm around you. “you know what the Masters of the Mystic Arts are like.”

“I knew them once, Bucky.” The painful reminder is something you must live with, the scar that lines your forearm they caused amid the blip, when the chaos commenced, and no one was there to stop it. “If they’ve sided with Karli, I, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Placing his glass down, Zemo finds it difficult to hold his frustration in. “I’m so glad you invited her along, Sam.” He remarks, aware of you starting to stand up despite Bucky protesting.

“I can assure you, Zemo,” You traipse toward him, emotionless toward the man who ruined everything for you as he stands on the other side of the kitchen island. “I will always be of more use than you. I mean look at you,” A scoff leaves your lips before you can stop it, but the Baron remains tense, not ready to let his guard down just yet. “you’re living on borrowed time. At least after this, we’ll get to live our lives in freedom whilst you remain locked up.”

“Thank you,” Zemo nods to you, watching your head tilting. “for stating the obvious.”

“You’re welcome,” You snap back. “God, how much longer do we have to put up with him?”

Bucky shrugs his shoulders, looking over to Sam. “Until he’s no longer of use, or until the Dora Milaje find us.” Sam explains.

“Not sure which I’d prefer,” You comment. Spinning on your heels, Zemo allows his smirk to drop ever so slightly. “but I guess you’ll never see the memorial after all, huh?”

Once those words leave your lips, Zemo’s smirk is gone, his eyes drop to the counter. He taps his gloved fingers against the marble before excusing himself without another word being said.

Turning back around, both Sam and Bucky give you that parental look. “What?” Holding your hands up, you sigh loudly. “Are you forgetting who that is, or has everyone lost their damn minds?”

*

Standing in the warehouse, you were more than happy to see Zemo stuck in handcuffs but less than pleased to be in the presence of one John Walker.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so quiet, Y/n.” Zemo tuts to himself, trying to ignore John’s pacing and aggravation rising. "And here I was thinking you'd play nice, Walker." Tugging on his cuffs, they rattle against the pipe Zemo is connected to.

“You don’t get an opinion.” John snaps back at Zemo, inches away from his face as his whole body shakes, yet Zemo remains still, unphased.

Holding up his free hand, Zemo simply waves John off. “This won’t end well.” You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest and Zemo can’t help but nod in agreement.

“For once we agree.” Zemo can feel the corner of his lips rising as you glance over to see him, and for once you don’t glare or roll your eyes, you just look at him.

Yet, whilst your back was turned, John barges past Bucky with Lemar behind him.

“Seriously?!” You groan, hitting Buckys chest lightly before walking past him, leaving Zemo alone despite his request to be freed.

You follow the sound of Sam conversing with Karli, hearing him remaining calm, civil with her which would be the complete opposite of John finds them first.

“You go that way,” Bucky motions to your left whilst he turns right, covering more ground apart than together. “keep an eye out, yeah?” He asks, watching you playfully salute before heading through the doorway silently.

As you wander through the building, whispers are muttered through the walls, sending shivers down your spine.

“That’s the one, isn’t it?” You quickly turn to face the direction of the eery whisper, only to see the space remaining bare.

“She’ll do nicely.” Another whisper echoes, followed by childlike laughter that bounces from the walls.

"Okay, this isn't funny." Reaching for your gun, you lift it up as someone begins to scurry through the open space.

Remaining still, your ears perk up to the sound of footsteps approaching from over your shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a hand reaching out, and as they do you grab a hold of them, forcing their body to the ground.

Without looking, you cock your gun to their face and rest your foot on their chest. "Zemo?" You almost yell at the man beneath you, clearly unimpressed and slightly winded.

"Not how I imagined being under you, Y/n." Zemo mutters, feeling you apply more pressure rather than alleviating it.

"Why'd you follow me?" Ignoring his comment, you begin to remove your foot and extend your arm, helping him to his feet.

Brushing his coat, Zemo eyes your surroundings before stepping closer toward you. "I heard them, they're here." He mutters under his breath.

Lifting your gaze up, you meet his hazel eyes as they scan yours. "Alright," You whisper, taking a deep breath. "just, don't get in the way."

Quick to step away from the Baron, you hear laughter commencing once more. "You can hear that too?" Zemo questions, thankful to see you nod.

"I knew you'd turn up eventually." A voice booms through the corridor, their shadow creeping closer as their heels click against the cement.

Zemo can see you tense, noticing your gun lowering to your side. "Don't move," You mutter, holding your hand toward Zemo instinctively.

The figure emerges from the shadows, wearing a proud smile as she eyes you carefully. "It's been a while, Y/n." She whistles to herself, seeing you stood in front of the Baron.

"For the best, Emilie." You sarcastically smile back. "Why'd you get involved in all this, E? You're a good person."

"A good person?" She scoffs, stepping closer, keeping her hands by her sides for now. "You wanna talk about being a good person now do you?"

Zemo can hear your breathing halter, and your hand starts to shake. Part of him wishes he could take a hold of your delicate hand in his, allowing you a sense of reassurance. But you wouldn't stand for any such thing, so he allows the idea to remain like that.

"What is your purpose here?" Zemo speaks up, daring to step forward and stand by your side despite the wide-eyed look you're wearing. "Are you just a distraction from Karli? Or are you here because I destroyed the serum?"

"You did what?" You try to refrain from yelling, but Zemo's statement causes Emilie to yell in anger.

"You'll regret doing that," She brings her hands to her chest, following the sequence you knew all too well, creating a portal in front of her filled with darkness.

Everything plays out in seconds.

A rush of wind surges forward the pair of you, and as you stare down through it, all you can see is darkness; no life lies wherever the other side is.

"Y/n," Zemo yells and spares you a glance, only to notice your arms extended as you shove him aside, causing him to fall into the railings; too stunned to move.

Closing your eyes, the gust of wind is mere inches from you. You ignore everything your body is screaming at you, simply allowing the portal to take you, disappearing with an orange glow.

"No, no," Zemo rises to his feet, fists clenched before he grabs a hold of Emilie. "where is she?" With greeted teeth, his grip remains tight.

Emilie begins to laugh in Zemo's face, hearing Sam and Bucky entering the room. "She's gone,"

"I don't think you understood my question," Reiterating his point, Zemo throws Emilie to the ground with a harsh thud, causing her to hit her head. "where is she?"

Looking up at the trio, Emilie forces herself to smile despite the intense throbbing in the back of her head. "Somewhere she'll be happier, I can assure." She states, glancing up at the sight of a portal sparking and quickly forms around her.

Emilie is taken away, leaving the three stood without any answers, and you missing, lost in time.

"No," Bucky mutters. "what happened?" He can barely look at Zemo, unaware of the regret lacing Zemo's expression whilst Sam focuses on him.

"She, she saved me?" Zemo remarks, still perplexed by the event. "Why would she have saved me?" His voice softens into a whisper as he glances back to where you were stood, your gun on the ground, still loaded.

"Y/n may not have agreed with your actions, but she'll save anyone before herself." Sam sadly states, having witnessed your selfless actions too many times resulting in terrible consequences. "But this is another level of stupid."

Bucky cannot take his eyes off your gun, abandoned.

When he and Sam returned from the blip, they promised to look out for you, that you'll never be truly alone as long as they're around. "We'll find her," Bucky confidently tells the pair, despite their unenthused reactions. "she's family, Sam."

Looking over to Sam, Zemo can see how much you truly mean to the two men. He never understood the term of a family being applicable to the Avengers. To him, they were a team, a force that could easily be broken apart. But now, seeing pure sadness from Bucky after he remained stoic for so long, he knows you're more than just part of their team.

"So, where do you suggest we start?" Zemo questions.

"You're not helping." Bucky is quick to comment, snapping his head up to look at Zemo. "You're the reason she's gone, just stay out of the way, Zemo." Bucky brushes the Baron off, heading toward the nearest exit.

"He'll come round," Sam shrugs he walks alongside Zemo, following behind Bucky, only to pause at a flicker of orange emerging from the corner of his eye.

"Sam," Zemo calls out, turning to see another one of these portals forming and a figure materialising.

"Buck, you might wanna see this." Sam yells, hearing Bucky's heavy footsteps until he's stood beside him, panting lightly. "I told you it was one of the big three." He mutters, causing Bucky to painfully roll his eyes.

"Who is-" Bucky starts, only to pause at the person standing before them. "Strange?"

Doctor Strange sighs heavily, evidently fed up. "You guys have really managed to mess things up this time."

"What'd you mean? It's his fault." Sam reasons, pointing to Zemo who Strange simply overlooks as he holds his hand out, revealing an old, worn newspaper.

Keeping the newspaper rolled up, Strange steps forward. "Just, take a look at this. Page six."

Handing Sam the newspaper, he quickly flicks through until a headline grabs his attention.

'BABY SAVED FROM NOTORIOUS KIDNAPPER.'

"What's some old article got to do with anything." Bucky scoffs.

"It's from 1897." Strange corrects. "Read the bottom line." He persists, listening as Sam reads the end of the article aloud.

"Thanks to the help of the profound Alienist, Doctor Kriezler, News reporterJohn Moore and owner of the Detective Agency, Sara Howard and her colleague Y/n Y/l/n." Sam's voice trails off upon reading your name.

Zemo breathes out a laugh. "This is just a coincidence, surely."

Yet, Strange remains silent, waiting for Sam to turn the page and see for himself.

Snatching the paper from Sam's grip, Bucky flicks the page over, noticing the outline of a photo peering through the paper. "No," He mutters in disbelief. "Zemo, do you have any distant relatives who settled in New York?" Bucky asks, aware of Sam moving to take a closer look.

Based on the pairs reaction, Zemo tenses and slowly shakes his head.

"Well, clearly you've got a doppelganger or something." Sam states, forcing the newspaper into Zemo who hesitantly looks down at the photograph, showing a man who looks the spitting image of him with a thick beard and a cane along with who he can only perceive as this John Moore, but no sign of either you or Sara pictured.

Shaking his head, Zemo glances up. "What kind of sorcery is this?" He demands from Strange, clenching the newspaper in his grip.

"This isn't any kind of sorcery, Zemo." Strange extends his arm, waiting for the newspaper to be given back. "However, there is more to this story than that."

"Like it could get any worse." Sam mutters, trying to wrap his head around the fact you're in New York, but in the 1800s with Zemo's doppelganger.

Clearing his throat, Strange looks around, sensing voices lurking through the abandoned building. "Where Y/n currently is, somehow it's locked. No one can reach her there, whether it was made to be so by Emilie, or someone else I'm still figuring out."

"Aren't you in charge of all of time?" Bucky jumps in. "You knew this would happen, and where were you to stop this?"

"It's not been an easy couple of months, James." Strange rubs his temples, thinking if only they knew the half of it. "But I will find a way to get Y/n out before it's too late."

"What do you mean 'too late'?" Zemo questions, wondering how you can work with his identical self named Kreizler, yet despise Zemo's presence.

The prolonged silence from Strange causes tension to rise between the group of men. "Strange?" Sam speaks up, watching Strange exhale deeply.

"If I can't figure a way to get her out, then she'll stay there forever. Her, her life has already been planned, I, I can see it all." He explains, but Bucky shakes his head and yells loudly, slamming his metal fist into the wall.

"But you'll find a way." Sam reiterates his point whilst Bucky breathes heavily against the wall and Zemo remains silent, lost in deep thought.

"Yes." Strange nods. "I'll be in touch." Without anything else being said, Strange disappears back into a portal, leaving the newspaper behind.

"We'll find a way, Buck." Sam tells Bucky, moving away from Zemo.

Leaning down, Zemo lifts the paper upon noticing it flicker to another page lined with announcements. His curiosity only persists at the sight of this Kreizler's name, and yours alongside.

'Many congratulations to Doctor Kreizler and his fiance, Y/n Y/l/n on their engagement. May their lives be long and filled with nothing but happiness.'

"Yeah," Bucky breathes out, unaware of Zemo's heart sinking as he folds the paper away into his coat. They're already too late.

"Now, are you going to decline my offer to help, or allow my assistance?" Zemo lifts his head up, knowing there is more to this than any of them realise.

Sam sighs to himself. "Come on, Zemo." He begrudgingly mutters, heading toward the exit with Bucky and Zemo behind him, eager to find out more about Doctor Kreizler and your new life.

PART TWO

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#i hope you enjoyed this! #im thinking of making it a mini series? #zemo #zemo imagine #zemo imagines #zemo x reader #zemo angst #zemo fluff #the alienist #the alienist imagine #laszlo kreizler imagine #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler angst #laszlo kreizler x you #helmut zemo #helmut zemo au #helmut zemo oneshot #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo angst #helmut zemo fluff #helmut zemo imagine #helmut zemo imagines #laszlo kreizler imagines #bucky barnes #sam wilson #avengers #avengers au #avengers imagine #avengers fluff #avengers x reader

[gxldenflower]

besties i'm thinking of laszlo rn.....my best boy...

#archer speaks. #GOD i should really work on my vampire!laszlo oneshot huh #laszlo kreizler #the alienist

[fanfictionandmore]

#guys I seriously love Laszko Kreizler so damn much!! #the alienist #laszlo kreizler #daniel brühl #maybe I should write for my alienist fanfiction #or write a Laszlo oneshot

[val3nchus]

Summary: 

John Moore will not make the same mistake twice.

I just HAD to write the very short & fluffy post-finale scene between John and Joseph that I was robbed of because the showrunners have no heart :) Enjoy!

#the alienist #John Moore #My fic #Oneshot #Give Joseph some love 2k18 #Shamelessly cheesy #but my heart needed it

[italianraviolos]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I want to take this as an opportunity to improve my ability at writing, especially in English, and to have a useful comparison with other people here on Tumblr...

So... I'm here to write headcanons, imagines, oneshots and try to do my best at it!

I'll write for:

WWDITS (show)

The Alienist

Marvel

Rush

Inglorious basterds (apart from the Nazi)

Django unchained

HP

Daniel Brühl's Characters

Good Omens

F.r.i.e.n.d.s

Stranger Things

Pedro Pascal's Characters

Star Trek

Bridgerton

Triple Frontier

Twilight

PLEASE IF YOU WANT A SMUT PART SPECIFY IT

That's it for now, I hope I'll do good

#daniel brühl smut #daniel brühl x reader #zemo x reader #daniel bruhl #laszlo kreizler #friends #inglourious basterds headcannon #aziraphel #crowley #good omens #pedro pascal headcanons #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader #marvel #marvel headcanons #harry potter #the alienist #friends tv #loki smut #loki x y/n #javier peña #javier pena smut headcanon #wwdits x reader #laszlo cravensworth #nadja what we do in the shadows #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz

[r-redex]

Fic List

Hello! I figured I’d finally make a pinned post, mostly for my own sanity. I may edit it to add my tumblr writing as well, but for now here is a complete list of my fics on AO3!

A Way Out

Multi-chapter In Our Bedroom After the War [Complete] Rating: General/Teen Chapters: 7 A light plot, heavy fluff fic following Leo and Vincent a few years post-game as they take a trip to visit their families and attend Carol’s wedding.

Educated Guesses [Discontinued] Rating: General/Teen Chapters: 4 An AU where Vincent is Alex’s teacher and Leo is in an open marriage with Linda, and they are both very stupid.

Night Watch [Complete] Rating: Explicit Chapters: 2 A Vincent/Leo smut fic set during the events of the game, told from both Vincent and Leo’s perspectives.

One Shots Fictober 2020  A series of my oneshots from the collaborative A Way Out Fictober 2020 event! To check out the whole collection - a total of 20 works from an assortment of A Way Out fic writers and some fanart as well! - click here!

I’ll Be Home For Christmas  Rating: General Words: 3k  Set a while after the events of In Our Bedroom After the War, almost 4k words of complete fluff following both Leo and Vincent’s POVs as they visit family for Christmas.

Expectations  Rating: Explicit Words: 7k It’s Just Smut.™ Following Leo’s thoughts about his relationship with Vincent post-game, and the things he doesn’t know about him (but wishes he did.)

How Wonderful Life Is (While You’re In The World)  Rating: General Words: 3k  Based on a req/prompt I got on tumblr and ended up liking enough to post. A fluffy and lightly angsty childhood friends AU where Vincent grows into his friendship with Leo, as well as himself.

Pulse  Rating: Teen Words: 1k A fluff/hurt-comfort work about Leo learning about and learning to deal with Vincent’s nightmares post-game.

It Takes Two To Thaw  Rating: Explicit Words: 4k Literally the most popular work on my page, somehow ^^’ Basically PWP, following a night on the run post-game. Subject to a very unfortunate naming coincidence - it was supposed to be a play on the phrase ‘it takes two to tango,’ and I was happy with it until a certain game got announced and I realized what I’d done,,

The Alienist 

Multi-chapter Allegro [Complete] Rating: Mature Chapters: 3 The first in the Piano Concerto No. 20 series. Following John’s POV as he realizes the nuances of his friendship with Laszlo.

Romanze [Complete] Rating: Explicit Chapters: 3 The second in the Piano Concerto No. 20 series. Following John’s POV as he and Laszlo navigate emotions, change, and personal issues.

One Shots Snowflakes on Street Lamps Rating: Explicit Words: 4k Smut with feelings and light plot. John and Laszlo’s relationship has been strained for unknown reasons, and when he gets snowed in at Laszlo’s house, they’re forced to confront it.

Lavender Rating: Explicit Words: 2k PWP; A soft afternoon between John and Laszlo.

A Firelit Respite Rating: General Words: 1k Post Season 1, Cyrus realizes the toll the investigation and subsequent events took on Laszlo, and discovers how he’s coping. Pretty much just fluff.

Aftermath Rating: General Words: 1k Angst and hurt/comfort. Cyrus and Stevie pay respects to a loved one. (Probably my personal favourite tbh)

Too Much Rating: General Words: 1k A fluffy piece wherein Laszlo overworks himself and refuses to admit it, and how he’s forced to accept that he’s just a human and sometimes needs to be taken care of, too.

#fanfiction #pinned #fic list #the alienist fanfiction #a way out fanfiction

[starlightsearches]

Starlightsearches Writing Requests

Hello y'all, my name is Star and I'm opening up requests for more fandoms and characters. I've spent a little over a year writing exclusively for Star Wars, but I'd like to broaden my horizons!

Characters and Request Rules are below!

Here are the characters I’ll write for:

Light Side (Sequel Trilogy):

Finn

Poe Dameron

Rey

Rose Tico

Dark Side (Sequel Trilogy):

Kylo Ren

Armitage Hux

Captain Phasma

The Mandalorian:

Din Djarin

Daniel Brühl Characters:

Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

Adam Driver Characters:

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Marvel Characters:

Baron Helmut Zemo (TFAWS)

Sam Wilson (TFAWS)

Triple Frontier

Santiago Garcia

Ben Miller

Will Miller

Frankie Morales

Request Rules (Requests are open):

1. I won’t write about anything related to self harm, romantic age gaps involving a minor, rape or dubious consent. I try as often as possible to work with the requests that I receive, but occasionally I will refuse or modify a request if I feel like I am not capable of writing it properly. Please know that this is not a critique of those requests, it is about me understanding my limits and capabilities as a writer.

2. All the requests I write are character x reader. As often as possible, I try to make sure that the requests are gender and race neutral, although as a cis woman, I default to my own experiences when writing smut. If you're not comfortable with feminine pronouns or presentation, please let me know in your request.

3. I write for fun in my free-time, so please don’t demand updates. I close my requests down every so often so that I don’t get overwhelmed. Please check to make sure requests are open before sending one in!

4. If you’d like to request a continuation of a oneshot that I have written, I would appreciate it if you could give me something to work with, like a specific situation or event you would like to see. I am willing to continue most of my stories, it just might take a little longer while I plot the next steps in the story.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #laszlo kreizler x you #laszlo kriezler x reader #clyde logan x you #clyde logan x reader #zemo x you #zemo x reader #helmut zemo x you #helmut zemo x reader #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you

[fanfictionandmore]

Safe and Sound | Laszlo Kreizler One-Shot

"Make sure you learn all you can and make some friends. You're better off here than staying with your parents." My uncle said to me with a sympathetic look in his eyes. "Why can't I stay with you?" I asked him curiously as he sat the last of my bags on the sidewalk. "Because they'll come looking for you. It's best if they don't know where you are." He replied, wrapping his arms around me.

I wrapped my arms around him and hoped he was right. Tears filled my eyes once we broke the hug, because I had a feeling I was never going to see him again. "Give this to Dr. Kreizler. He'll understand everything." He said as he handed me an envelope. I took it from his hand and wondered what was inside. "I'll see you around, y/n." He said before he got into his carriage and left me there.

I wiped my tears on the jacket I was wearing. Then I sat down on the front steps of the building my uncle dropped me off at. It was still early in the morning, so there weren't many people out and about. But I kept my wits about me. I didn't want my parents to sneak up on me through the morning fog. As I sat there I pulled my knees up to my chest and tried to keep myself from thinking.

The more I thought about things that more the aching feeling in my chest grew. All of a sudden, the sound of horse hooves caught my attention. I looked up and strained my eyes to see who was coming especially since the carriage was slowing down. It stopped and a large dark skinned man came down from the driver's seat. He opened the carriage door and another man stepped out onto the sidewalk.

He had pale skin that stood out against his black attire. "Dr. Kreizler?" I asked in a timid voice. He turned his head to and when he spotted me he walked towards where I was seated. I slowly stood up to not seem rude. "Yes, who's asking?" He asked with slightly furrowed brows. "My name is y/n l/n. My... my uncle told me to give this to you." I replied shyly as I handed him the envelope I had been holding.

His eyes went from me to the envelope before he took it and opened it. He unfolded a letter and his dark eyes flowed across the page without a single hitch or hesitation. Once he was finished he returned the letter to the envelope. "Cyrus, take y/n's bags inside please." The doctor said to his driver. "Yes sir." He replied before he gathered my things and did as he is as told.

"Y/n, would you join me in my office?" He asked, and I nodded. I had no idea what my uncle left in the letter. I needed to know what was going to happen to me. Especially since I'm technically on the run from my abusive parents. I followed the doctor inside where it was brighter and I could see him better. He had dark hair and a full beard. There was something foreboding and comforting about him at the same time.

He opened the office door and he gestured for me to enter, which I did. He switched on some lights before closing the door behind him. Then he offered me a seat in front of his desk. I sat down feeling very confused and scared. 'Will he keep me here like my uncle thinks he will? Or will he turn me away, forcing me to live on the streets?' I wondered curiously inside of my mind.

"From now on you'll be a ward of the Kreizler Institute, as was suggested by your uncle. I'm afraid that you'll be the oldest ward here but I don't think that will make much difference." He said in a deep, pleasant sounding voice. I couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked. But what really caught my attention was his eyes. They were so big and beautifully brown. It seemed as if there was a fire behind them.

I nodded to let him know I understood. He then took me on a tour of the place; it looked very nice and I saw myself having a rather nice time there. At least I wouldn't have to get beaten on every day or be called horrible names. Once he showed me everything, he took me to my room. "You'll have the room all to yourself. I'm sure you'll appreciate the privacy." He said and mentioned something about a uniform I'd have to wear around the other children.

"Dr. Kreizler... thank you." I said with a small smile. "You don't have to thank me, y/n. You'll be safe and sound here; that's all that matters." He replied with a small smile in return. He turned and left, but I stood there and watched him disappear around a corner before I entered my new room. I had a feeling that this place would become a better home than the one I left behind.

#the alienist #laszlo kreizler #daniel brühl #fanfiction #writing #oneshot

[starlightsearches]

Writer Q & A

Thanks for the tag @daydreamsofren! This was fun 🥰

1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?

Zero. Unfortunately I am not very good at delayed gratification, and so I typically post stuff as soon as I've finished. When I first started writing Office Romance, I had at least two chapters done before I posted the next, and then I got behind and I haven't been able to catch up since. I'd love to be the kind of person that could let something finished sit in my drafts while I work on the next part, but it doesn't look like that's in the cards for me.

2) How many WIPS do you have right now?

Around 20 apparently.

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

I do both! I typically prefer requests, since it's fun to take a prompt and put my own spin on it. Prompts are also more motivational—I work on ideas I come up with on my own much slower.

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?

I currently have 11 right now! I like to have somewhere between 10-15 requests in my drafts so that I can jump around if needed.

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

I tend to focus on individual characters, so I don't know if I'd really call it writing for a "fandom." There are a handful I like to write, but mostly I get requests for Hux (which makes sense because he's my favorite.)

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for? I

Nope.

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

It's gotta be Hux. I love that greasy little man 🥺

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

Yeah, although I go through more ups and downs with reading than I do with writing.

10) What is your favorite genre to write for?

Uhh, I love angst, and fluff and probably smut

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

Mutual pining, friends to lovers. I'm more comfortable writing the beginnings of a relationship rather than something in the middle.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

Read other fics, or daydream. I'll also read back through old comments or read my own stuff that I liked.

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

Fake dating. I don't know if I could do it justice but it is one of my favorite tropes.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

Not never requested, but I do really like Frankie Morales and Benny Miller from Triple Frontier, and Laszlo Kreizler from The Alienist.

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?

A little over two years. I started at the very beginning of 2020.

16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing?

A really long time ago. I used to read Star Wars fics about Kylo and Hux when TFA came out, and then I stopped before writing my own.

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?

I post here and on AO3, but I started on AO3. I don't think I could handle wattpad 🙃

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”?

Idk, mostly I just go by vibes. I really don't look at the word count of most of the stuff I write.

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?

I like oneshots/fics the most. Anything that involves planning suddenly turns into 4D chess in my head and I have a way harder time finishing it.

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

I don't know. It's hard to say that anything is discontinued because when I look back at what I've written I really like it. I'd say Indecent Arrangements, but I still think about it all the time, so maybe there will be a chapter update soon.

21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr?

Uhh, I guess it's hard to tell why certain stories get less traction than others. I don't like how much time of day/the tag function/whatever else plays into whether or not my stuff gets noticed.

22) Do you write at a particular time of day?

I'm a much better writer at night, probably because I'm too tired to be mean to myself.

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence?

I have two playlists full of slow-ish music that I listen to while I write. One is called Rainy Days, and the other one is called It's Folkin' Fall, Babey!

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

Only if they're complicated. Indecent Arrangements and The Runaway both have outlines, but none of the others.

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

Once it's done, even if it's the middle of the night. I should probably hold back on stuff more so that I can make edits before I post it, but I'm too impatient 🙃

No-pressure tags: @generalthirst, @thembohux, @girl-next-door-writes, @jynzandtonic and anyone else who wants to participate!!

#tag games #about me #star speaks

[gxldenflower]

🌹🌹💜

hi zelda!!!

You were well aware of what your friends and family thought of Laszlo. He’s much too old for you. He’s an alienist, how could someone so strange learn how to love? He’s not a whole man.

You ignored them. All of them. Laszlo, despite all his flaws and indiscretions, loved you. He did. He really did.

from my laszlo oneshot "tolerate it"

#archer answers. #archers friends. #beautiful-delirium #🌹 game #archer talks writing.