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profeyandere · 11 months

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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

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gonzo-rella · 2 years

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Headcanons: Being The WWDITS Gang’s Asexual Vampire Friend

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): The What We Do in the Shadows Gang x asexual!gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Canon-typical sexual humour. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: If you’re reading this during Asexual Awareness Week, Happy Asexual Awareness Week. If not, I’ll give you a regular hello. I found out it’s Ace Awareness Week mere moments before starting this, so I decided to write something in celebration of the occasion. Of course, I love to represent my fellow aces year-round. If you ever have an ace!reader request- no matter the week- feel free to sent it in! Also, there’s more of a focus on a sex-neutral or sex-averse reader. Apologies to the sex-positive aces!)

At least one of them (by that, I mean Nadja, Laszlo or Nandor) tried to seduce you before they found out that you’re asexual.

Take your pick.

Despite their wounded pride and mild disappointment of you not being sexually attracted to them, they’d still be happy to be friends with you.

I feel like Guillermo and Colin would be the most understanding of asexuality.

Nadja, Laszlo and Nandor at least somewhat get it too- in their centuries on the Earth, they’ve met all different kinds of people, asexuals included.

But, if you’re an ace who doesn’t have sex, they do express pity you for not experiencing sex, something they all thoroughly enjoy.

Also, Nandor has definitely made some sort of comment about aspiring to your ‘strength and willpower’ for managing to go for so long without sex.

The guy genuinely thinks you possess the strength of a thousand average sized men.

Also, I’m sure at one point or another Laszlo has offered to ‘relieve you, if you’d like’.

It’s supposed to be a generous gesture of friendship.

Of course, Guillermo rolls his eyes whenever any of them make a comment of this nature.

Nandor, Nadja and Laszlo don’t really understand how one can live without experiencing sexual attraction.

They’re all respectful of your sexuality, though; it’s not a matter of them looking down on you.

Basically, they’re not aphobic; just comically sex-obsessed to the point of them having a slightly myopic worldview.

I can imagine that it’s somewhat difficult to fit into the vampire community when you’re not particularly interested in sex.

See: the Bi-Annual Vampire Orgy.

That said, if it’s a well-known fact in the community that you’re asexual, then I feel like most vampires would be understanding and considerate of it, because I said so, and the whole thing about some vampires having existed for so long that they’ve met plenty of different kinds of people.

Of course, you’re always welcome to attend the orgies for the food and social aspect of it.

I imagine that, if anyone does disrespect you, your boundaries, your sexuality etc., Nadja will be the most protective of you.

You can probably stand up for yourself, but she always has your back if you need it.

Overall, your vampire friends are accepting of you.

They won’t try to change you or convince you that you’re not who you are.

But, if you ever do change your mind on that shag, Laszlo’s always there.

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raggedy-dxctor · 2 years

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I loved your Nandor headcanons! Can you write some headcanons of Nandor with an immortal partner? Thanks!

always happy to provide nandor content <3333

more nandor headcanons !!

pairing(s): nandor x gn!reader

warnings: not proof read

literally dedicates his immortality to you

he makes sure that your everlasting eternity is comfortable in every way he can

takes you on different dates everytime

will literally bring you a body to feed on too, he does not give a single shit if that means he'll go hungry

i feel like there's times in his death where he would literally throw himself into the sun for you

he tells Guillermo and the poor guy is just. mortified

"master- why would you even- no! that's a terrible idea! they'd hate that" "mmmm im not sure Guillermo i think they'd love it and see kt as tje ultimate declaration of love" and theng Guillermo tells you and proves nandor wrong when you just look at the two of them in utter horror and begin lecturing nandor on why that's a fucking terrible iea

loves to watch the moon and the stars with you

finds it so endearing when the two of you go bat form together and fly away

loves to bully laszlo with you, he's scared of nadja though so if you tesse her he'll just go frozen and stay silent, tightening his grip on your hand out of fesr for your life

will not let colin robinson drain you at any cost, like if he feeds on your energy it's on sight

finds it funny when you do what humans would deem risky or fatal shit, but he still feels his heart start beating again when you out yourself in danger, despite the fact that it won't kill you

loves.to learn new rhings with you, like one time the two of you dedicated yourself to learnimg as many languages as you can, which is why nandor csn now speak latin, ancient greek, egyptian, russian, spanish and chinese. he forgets most of them by the next century though

#nandor #nandor the relentless #nandor the relentless x reader #nandor x reader #nandor wwdits #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fanfic

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laszlossweetcheese · 2 years

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Come As You Are - One Shot

Laszlo Cravensworth x Non-Binary!Reader

Summary: Y/N comes out to Laszlo as non-binary after serving as his and Nadja's familiar for a couple of years.

Warnings: Flirty Laszlo gets a ~little~ dirty

A/N: Ayyy, first ever publicly posted fic! Thank you very much for reading :) Also, I use Y/D/N to stand for Your Dead Name in this fic

It had been two years since you’d become the familiar of Laszlo and Nadjia, and though this job was wildly different from anything you’d ever imagined yourself doing, you absolutely loved it.

Sure, cleaning up the remains of a vampire couple’s dinner could be physically and emotionally draining, but you were a pro at this point. In fact, you rarely gag while cleaning now, which is something you pride yourself on.

The last two years have provided you with ample time to adjust to your new lifestyle, which means you don’t tend to shy away from much. You’d never been super adventurous before taking on this role, but living in a house full of vampires had opened your eyes to….well….a lot of things. You had witnessed your vampires fight off a pack of werewolves, escaped execution by the Vampiric Council, and met several horrific beings you’d believed to be mythical before coming face to face with them.

So, with all of this new-found bravery, why do you feel like your heart is going to jump right out of your throat right now? It’s a rather calm night in the house, which you’ve come to recognize as rare, with no immediate threats to your own life or your masters’. Yet, here you were, hyperventilating in the bathroom as if you were moments from death. “Fuck…Fuck,” you panted quietly, splashing a bit of cold water on your face in an attempt to get your shit together. It was just going to be a simple conversation, right? All you needed to do was tell Laszlo about your new identity. How hard could that be?

About a year ago, you had ended up talking to your fellow familiar, Guillermo, about various gender identities and sexualities. It was too long ago to remember exactly how it came up, but it was probably around the time the vampires were planning an orgy and you had gotten a little confused in trying to understand what each of the vampires’ preferences were. Guillermo had mentioned that he had met a few vampires in his service to Nandor that he could best describe as non-binary. You had heard the term before, but you’d never learned much past a shallow definition, so you began asking Guillermo more about it. The more he explained, the more it struck a chord within you, and a few months ago you had come to accept that you were non-binary yourself. Last week, Guillermo had been the first person you told, and he was more than accepting of you.

Since coming out to Guillermo, you had been working up the nerve to tell the others in the house. He had assured you that they wouldn’t be offended by your new identity and that he would be there to help you explain and to correct the vampires in how they referred to you if they were to slip up and use your deadname or wrong pronouns, which you were grateful for. Tonight was going to be the night you told Laszlo, goddamn it, even if you threw up from anxiety while doing so. Nadja was out for a midnight stroll with Nadja doll, and Nandor, Guillermo, and Collin Robinson were all preoccupied doing their own things, which meant now was the perfect time. You figured telling them one at a time would be less overwhelming than gathering everyone in the library to make an announcement.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath and gave the sides of the sink a hard squeeze, letting go as you exhaled so that your body would relax. With one last glance at your flushed expression in the mirror, you shut off the light and forced yourself out into the hallway.

“Hey Laszlo,” you say as you enter the music room, hoping the vampire was too consumed in his piano playing to notice the slight waver in your voice.

“Hello, Y/D/N,” Laszlo replies, glancing over his shoulder at you as he continues to play a soft melody.

‘He seems to be in a good mood,’ you think to yourself, but that doesn’t keep your hands from trembling. “H-hey, um…could I talk to you for a second?”

The fear in your voice must’ve really come through that time, because Laszlo stops playing completely and turns himself around on the piano bench, his eyebrows knitted together in concern. “What is it? Did Gizmo fuck up my special sex robe?”

You couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh and shook your head. “No, no, I promise your…sex robe is totally fine. I made sure to wash it for you myself,” you assure him. “I…um,” you clear your throat and take a breath, trying to keep your throat from closing. “I wanted to talk to you about my…my name, and gender?” You hadn’t meant to sound so unsure, but you were struggling to find the right words. So much for your hour-long practice conversation you’d had with yourself earlier.

Laszlo was relieved that his robe was safe, but utterly confused about what you were trying to say. “Your gender? What the hell are you on about?” Having been his familiar for this long, you knew Laszlo wasn’t being harsh or mean, he was just incredibly blunt.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I don’t know how to make this make sense to you…Ah, fuck it,” you sigh, shaking out your clammy hands. Perhaps word vomit was the best course of action. “I’m not a man or a woman. I don’t feel comfortable as either…So I’m non-binary, I guess. I know it sounds confusing, but basically I don’t like being called Y/D/N. I’d rather be called Y/N, and not referred to as a guy or a girl.” Your heart is beating double-time and you’re biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to draw blood as you await Laszlo’s response.

The vampire took a moment to try and process what you had said, his brows staying furrowed, but not in an angry way. “Right, okay then,” he finally said, giving a nod. “Didn’t know there was a term for that, but I’ve known plenty of people who aren’t men or women. Hell, I’ve fucked most of them. No need to worry about that, my darling,” he said, giving you a reassuring smile. “Y/N it is. Quite fitting for you, actually.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at the relief you felt, and you let out a deep sigh as you wiped your eyes. “Thanks Laszlo, I was really worried you’d be upset with me or something, or even fire me,” you admitted with a laugh. It seemed quite silly to have been so scared.

“Absolutely not, you’re the best familiar Nadja and I have ever had, and we have had a LOT of familiars,” Laszlo said, standing up to give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “And, Y/N, I gotta say, man, woman, or neither…I’d do you just the way you are,” he added with a wink, smiling smugly.

He’d always been a flirt with you, but recently he’d been laying it on even thicker and you couldn’t stop the dark blush that threatened to set your cheeks on fire. “Yeah, yeah,” you laugh sheepishly, rolling your eyes as you try to play it off. “Do you think you could help me tell Nadja when she gets home?”

“Of course. She won’t give a damn either, I assure you,” Laszlo promises, taking your hand to pull you over to the piano as he sits back down on the bench. “I was just writing a song for my good lady wife, would you tell me what you think of it so far?”

You’re more than happy to rest your elbows on the top of the piano as you watch him resume playing, your heart feeling much lighter than it had a mere ten minutes ago. “I’d love to! Oh, but before you sing it, I forgot to tell you about my pronouns.”

“Y/N, what the fuck is a pronoun?”

#laszlo x reader #Laszlo cravensworth x reader #laszlo cravensworth #guillermo de la cruz #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nadja #nandor #Collin robinson #fanfic #one shot #self insert #fanfiction #nonbinary #fluff #vampire

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I've been reading a lot of nadja x reader x Laszlo fics which are all great but I have yet to see one where they are choosing their human familiar (the reader) to be their lover where there's a weird initiation/ceremony/vampire mating ritual and I need their to be because 1. You can't tell me there isn't and 2. It would be fucking hilarious

#wwdits x reader #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nadja of antipaxos #laszlo cravensworth

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f1yogurt · 2 years

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Smut Prompts for the Danny Bunch!

27 for Laszlo <3

thank you for this!! here's a short drabble for Laszlo x gn!Reader [AO3 link]

smut prompts - 27. “I’m too busy.” “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

minors DNI 18+

You were in a playful mood tonight, and as you walked into Doctor Kreizler’s spacious study, you grinned when you saw him seated behind his huge wooden desk. There were papers strewn about on its surface, and Laszlo looked like he was focused, reading something intently with his glasses on. Oh, you’d have to do something about that.

“Hello, darling,” you greeted, walking up to his desk. Laszlo glanced up briefly in acknowledgement, but then he immediately went back to reading. Hm. You walked around to where he was seated, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek, your fingers dancing along the collar of his shirt. Laszlo inhaled sharply at your touch, although he didn’t pull away.

“I’m too busy,” he protested, although a slight blush had risen to his cheeks. You grinned, knowing exactly how to fix this.

“I’ll be quick, I promise.” Before he could protest, you dropped to your knees and slid slightly underneath the desk, positioning yourself between his legs. You chuckled when you heard him gasp again.

“Shh, darling,” you shushed, unzipping the fly of his nice trousers. “I’ll take care of you. Meanwhile, you can continue to work…if you’re so busy.” Laszlo looked down at you then, and you just grinned up at him mischievously. The man was still holding a paper in his left hand, and his glasses were perched on his nose, as if he truly intended to continue working through this.

Without further adieu, you tugged down his briefs and gently grasped his arousal in your warm hand, causing Laszlo to let out a muffled moan. It pleased you that he would finally have a reaction to this, and you wanted to earn more of those strangled sounds of pleasure from him.

“Schatz, I, I need to keep working–” Laszlo cut himself off with another groan as you began stroking him. Oh, how wrong he was to refuse the two of you a nice, long, pleasant evening together.

“Hush, I promised I would be quick,” you said, intending to make good on your words. “And I never back out on a promise.” Doing your best to maintain eye contact, you took him in your mouth, not allowing him time to tell you differently. You bobbed your head, using your hands and tongue and everything you knew that would drive him wild, to the brink the quickest. Laszlo was making the most beautiful noises, whimpering and gasping. A gorgeous flush had risen to his cheeks and had climbed its way to the tips of his ears.

You hummed around him, enjoying the feeling of Laszlo shuddering beneath you. Somehow, he still was holding onto that oh so important paper of his. His glasses had slipped down the bridge of his nose, and a lock of hair now fell over his forehead. So much for working.

Before he knew what had hit him, and before he could warn you, Laszlo was coming. Stars flashed behind his eyelids as he rode out the waves of ecstacy, and you hummed your approval. When Laszlo finally recovered, he opened his eyes to find you buttoning up his trousers, almost as if nothing had happened.

“See? Quick,” you said, winking as you stood up. “Come see me when you finish your work, Doctor Kreizler. Maybe we can work out a longer session. If it fits into your busy schedule, of course.” You turned and walked away, up to your bedroom, leaving Laszlo to gaze longingly after you. With that promise, it looked like he didn’t have that much work to do after all.

#my fanfic #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #daniel brühl #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl fanfiction #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler x you #laszlo kreizler x gn!reader #laszlo kreizler fanfiction

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noforkingclue · 8 months

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No Questions Asked (Laszlo Kreizler x reader) Chapter 16

No Questions Asked tag list: @fandom-lover-4, @ajeff855, @booksarekindaneat, @greeneyedblondie44

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

“Miss Howard told me about your theory.”

You were currently in Laszlo’s sitting room sitting cross legged on the floor. You were reading through the notes he had made from various interviews and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Don’t believe me too?” you asked

“I didn’t say that.”

“Your tone implied that you did.”

Laszlo sat down on the sofa but you didn’t rise to join him. You shifted so you folded your legs under yourself when you felt a cramp start.

“What makes you think it isn’t the parents?”

You leant back and rested your head against the cushions. You still couldn’t get over just how much of a comfortable life he lived. You blinked when you realised that he was expecting an answer.

“I never said that it wasn’t them,” you said, “I just think that it’s unlikely.”

“Why?”

“I answered one of your questions now you can answer one of mine- why do you care about my opinion.”

“Because you’re a part of this investigation. Now, why do you think it’s unlikely to be the parents?”

“Well, what seems more likely, that a random stranger killed them or the parents did? In my world parents rarely ever kill their own children.”

“We cannot rule out that possibility.”

“And all the parents know each other? What, so they’re all in it together? Some murderous cult of rich parents who, oh I don’t know,” you shrugged and said, “have to murder their kids as some creepy initiation ceremony?”

“I’ve come across stranger.”

You gave Laszlo a shocked look only to see him giving you an amused look. You rolled your eyes and settled back.

“Very funny,” you said, “I just think that it’s more likely to be one person who is committing these crimes."

Silence fell over the two of you. Then, and much to your surprised, Laszlo moved off the sofa and down next you to. He pulled some of his notes towards him and said,

“If you are correct-“

“If?” you interrupted

“We’ve got to consider all possibilities,” he said, “If your mysterious footman did commit these murders then he must have an accomplice.”

“Must he?”

“All our accounts show that this footman was a new hire. Would you trust your child with a stranger?”

“Depends if I was part of a murderous cult or not.”

You glanced out of the window and grimaced when you noticed the sun start to go down.

“I’ve got to go,” you said as you stood up, “evening clients. I’ll be sure to let Howard know if I come across any more leads. That way she can let you know when I get a new lead.”

“You sound certain that you will.”

“The girls haven’t let me down before.”

“And you trust them?”

“You’re starting to sound like Howard. Why does no one trust them? Is it because of their job? Their class?”

“No,” Laszlo stood up quickly, “I just want you to be sure that you trust your sources.”

“I trust the girls because they trust me. In my world that’s a highly sought after currency. They know that if they betray me I might not treat them.”

“And would you?”

“’course not but they don’t know that. Now all that’s left is for you to trust me. Do you trust me Doctor Kreizler?”

Laszlo slowly walked towards you. Once again you felt like he could see right through your disguise. Then he smiled and said,

“Yes, I do.”

#fanfiction #the alienist #reader insert #laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖐𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖟𝖑𝖊𝖗 | 𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 | epilogue of good doctor kreizler // five years after friedrich's birth, you and laszlo reconcile your lives, and realize that sometimes you must live through evil in order to see the best. 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 | laszlo kreizler (the alienist, 2018-) x female!reader (y/n) 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 | 2.7k 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 | references to torture, references to bodily harm, mentions of death/murder, vague reference to infant death, trauma regarding pregnancy/birth, aftermath of kidnapping, THIS IS A HAPPY ENDING I SWEAR 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 | and here it is, the epilogue! thank you to everyone who has read this and stayed with the story for as long as you did! i appreciate it, and all of you!

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When you woke up, the bed beside you was empty and cold, but it didn’t concern you the least bit. You knew your boys better than perhaps you knew yourself, and you knew that Freddie was truly his father’s son. Ever since he was an itty bitty thing, he had woken you up at the crack of dawn with wails and little sobs, and Laszlo, ever the giver, told you to stay in bed. At first, it was so you could sleep to help recover from your injuries, but, after some time, you both realized that you had been healed for months, and still Laszlo cared for Freddie.

You sat up and stretched your arms above your head, and you peeked out the window to maybe catch a glimpse of your strong boy. Even though it was five years ago now, you remembered the way that Freddie looked when he was born, small and wrinkled and fragile. Freddie was still smaller than other boys his age, and he didn’t enjoy the roughhousing that his peers did, but he was stronger than you ever dreamed he would be. Laszlo had admitted to you that he was constantly concerned about Freddie; after all, not being able to breastfeed had to have affected him greatly. So far, though, Freddie seemed just as good as other little boys.

Just as you looked out the window, you watched Freddie race across the yard, jumping to avoid something in his path, and you heard his shouts and giggles. “Papa!” you heard your son call distantly. “Look! A frog!”

“Oh, Freddie, don’t touch him!” Laszlo called, and you chuckled as you rose from bed. “He might be asleep, liebchen.”

You listened to your husband and son chatter amongst themselves outside the wall of the wooden cabin, and you moved from the bed to your small armoire. It was summer in upstate New York, and even sitting on the porch of your small cabin made a sweat appear on your brow. Thankfully, the isolation of the cabin allowed for you to dress down, some days only in your chemise and a thin skirt. You could tie your hair up in any fashion that you pleased, without the threat of society magazines commenting on your unsightly appearance (not that they didn’t already; marrying Laszlo was a scandal in itself, let alone everything he ‘let you get away with’, as the gossip rags put it), and, some days, if Freddie gave you his big doe eyes and begged, you would pull your skirt up and play with him in the lake.

You dressed yourself carefully. There was some stiffness in your wrists, even years on, but a quick rotation and a pop of the joint relieved the pain most of the time. It felt like it had taken eons for all of your injuries to heal, but eventually the cuts faded into scars and broken bones mended themself. But you still had the thoughts of it. The memory of the pain plagued your dreams, and you would wake up in the night, drenched in sweat and shaking, because your mind told you that time just could not heal your wounds. Laszlo, though, your dearest love, would shush you and calm you down, and he would hold you for however long you desired. There was still a bit of lingering pain attached to your breasts, but that was something you figured would never go away.

The air outside the cabin was already heavy and sticky when you stepped onto the porch, and you watched Freddie jump around at the pebbled shore of the lake. It wasn’t far off from the front of the cabin, and you settled yourself in one of the wooden rocking chairs as Freddie bent down and picked up something in his little hand. “Papa!” he called, his voice as sweet as honey. Freddie had your American voice, but every so often, his papa’s German voice would peek through, and it warmed your heart. Friedrich Wolfgang Kreizler truly was your child, but he was Laszlo’s as well. “Papa! This pebble looks like a heart!”

From the side of the house came a call of, “Does it? Bring it here, let me see,” and Laszlo appeared. You smiled at the sight of him: his shirt sleeves were buttoned at the wrists, as always, but he wore only his waistcoat and slacks, the bottoms rolled up to allow him to play in the water with his son. He hadn’t bothered to fix his hair, and the long, dark strands fell onto his forehead. The summer sun had bleached his hair a little, the ends turned the color of caramels, but it only added to his beauty. The three of you had only been at the small vacation home for maybe a week and a half at that point, but he had eschewed grooming his beard, and it grew into a beast that made every kiss tickle.

Freddie turned to look at Laszlo, and his eyes got big when he spotted you. “Mommy!” he cried and dropped the heart-shaped pebble, and he ran in pursuit of you. You caught your little creature as he jumped into your lap, and he placed a big kiss on your cheek. Freddie was the spitting image of his father, the same dark and curious eyes paired with a soft face and red, freckled cheeks. His hair was a bit lighter than Laszlo’s, just like in old photographs of your husband from his Harvard days, but Freddie was still a handsome little gentleman. “‘Morning, Mommy!”

“Oh, good morning, baby!” you laughed, and you hugged Freddie tight and landed a kiss on his face. “I see you’re up and at’em today. Did Papa wake you up, or you him?”

“For once, he tried to sleep in,” Laszlo said, taking the little wooden steps up to the porch with a pleasant hop. You settled Freddie on your hip but allowed him to stretch to hug Laszlo around his neck, and Freddie nuzzled his cheek against Papa’s whiskers. “But I had heard all sorts of frogs and bugs throughout the night, and I just had to see them.”

“I saw a frog, Mommy,” Freddie said. “He was all big and fat and made a noise like this.” Then, Freddie began to imitate the deep croaking that the frog had, and the sound of it made you laugh.

“Did he?” you asked. “Sounds like Papa after a night at Delmonico’s.”

“Hey,” Laszlo chuckled in fake offense, and he put his arm around your waist. He settled a gentle kiss on your temple, sitting on the sturdy arm of the chair as his left arm went around your shoulders, and Freddie gently took his father’s right hand in his. Freddie had always been very gentle and careful with Laszlo, and you knew how much your husband appreciated it. In that moment, Laszlo smiled, and his weak hand carefully clasped Freddie’s. “Friedrich, go play, I need to speak with your mother.”

Freddie slid down your lap and kissed your cheek once more before flitting off the porch and going in pursuit of his heart-shaped rock once more, and Laszlo sighed as he watched his son. “What a little wonder he is,” Laszlo whispered.

You nodded, and you worried your bottom lip with your teeth. “Is something the matter, my darling?” you asked. “You seem troubled.”

“In honesty, I am,” Laszlo told you. “I’m worried about you.”

“Me?” you said, and Laszlo nodded. “Goodness, why? I’m perfectly alright. I’m on holiday with my family, what could be wrong?”

Laszlo tilted his head as he looked at you, and he shrugged. “You tell me,” he said. “You have been acting strangely since we came here, and I’m only concerned for you. Do your wrists hurt? Your breasts?”

“No, no,” you whispered, but your hands clasped around your wrists anyway. You knew exactly what Laszlo was talking about, and you hesitated to tell him the truth in fear that he would worry himself to death. You had noticed irregularities in yourself about four months ago that you had only ever experienced once before, the exhaustion and irritability and missed menstrual cycles, and you had gone to a doctor to have it confirmed the day before you, Laszlo, and Freddie traveled up the coast. You knew, of course, that you must tell your husband that you were once again carrying his child, but, after the ordeal surrounding Friedrich, you knew how hard Laszlo would take it. After all, he was the one who had examined you all those years ago and decided that, because of the hack-job that Beecham had turned your body into, you would never have children again. You didn’t want Laszlo to doubt his own abilities or expertise, and you also knew that he would be extra vigilant this time around. Knowing your Las, perhaps too vigilant. “Las, my love... “ you started.

“What is it?” Laszlo asked. “My dearest, after five years together, after everything we’ve been through, you can tell me anything.” Then, his face fell, and he mumbled out, “You… You aren’t rethinking our marriage, are you?”

“No!” you said quickly. “I would never do such a thing, Laszlo! I love you, darling, I’m just not sure how to tell you this…” You released your bottom lip, and you took Laszlo’s hand in yours. For a moment, you stroked your thumb along the back of his right hand, admiring the thin skin and blue veins, and you sighed. Then, carefully, you tugged Laszlo’s hand towards your body and settled it right over your belly. There bump hadn’t grown yet, and Laszlo’s dark brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, and then his eyes turned as big as dinner plates. You couldn’t help but smile as Laszlo’s eyes turned glossy, and he swallowed thickly.

“We’re going to have a baby?” he whispered, his voice cracking with his emotions. “B-But, my dearest, I thought you couldn’t—”

“I thought the same,” you told him. “I truly did. But it seems as if Friedrich will have a sister by his birthday.”

Laszlo gave a little hiccup, and fat tears finally welled from his eyes. “You’re having a girl?”

You couldn’t mistake his tone of voice; it was of a hopeful father, a man who desperately wanted a daughter but would never admit it. You knew that Laszlo would have loved any sort of child you gave him, but you also saw the way he treated his students. If a little girl’s hair ribbon was coming loose, he would gently stop them and fix it for them, which always garnered him a “Thanks, Dr. Kreizler!” as the girls skipped away. “Do you want a girl?” you asked.

Laszlo sniffled, and he pawed at his face to rid his tears. “I’ve always wanted a girl,” he whispered. “She’ll look just like you.”

“Stop crying, my love,” you chuckled lightly, and Laszlo leaned down to capture your mouth in a sweet, tearful kiss. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m happy,” Laszlo said, connecting his lips to yours once more. “I am so happy, the happiest I’ve been in years. When do you want to tell our creature?”

“Whenever you do,” you whispered. “I’m okay with keeping this a secret until we return home.”

“I agree,” Laszlo whispered, and he kissed you one last time. His free hand clutched your cheek, his right still firm on your belly, and his tongue gently touched your lips. You opened up for him, and your heart thrummed with life as your husband kissed you with a renewed passion. Your dearest Laszlo, your soulmate, your husband, the father of your child, of both of your children. You thought back to when you first met him, all those years ago, a fresh-faced girl that was simply a secretary for the New York Police Department. You could still remember the emerald waistcoat he wore that day; it hung in the back of the closet now, as it didn’t fit Laszlo’s hearty frame anymore. He had said that he hoped to pass it on to Freddie one day, and you could only imagine your little boy, the tiniest thing you had ever seen and loved, growing big enough to fit into his father’s clothing.

One day, you thought, Freddie would meet a girl. He would meet a girl that would enchant him, confuse him, love him, and terrify him, and you could almost see your grown boy coming to you and asking for advice on how to propose. In your imagination, Friedrich W. Kreizler would look exactly like his father, dark hair and a nice beard, shining eyes, freckles abound, and he would clench his jaw when he was sad the same way that Laszlo did. One day, Friedrich would marry this girl, and one day, he would tell you that he was going to be a father. You looked out to your baby and found him examining a toad with every inch of his father’s own brain, and you tried to imagine your mature son holding his own wriggling baby. Would he cry, as his father had done? Would he be proud of the fruit that he bore?

“Freddie!” you called, watching your baby reach out to the toad. “Don’t disturb him, my love! Come here!”

Freddie instantly tore across the front meadow to reach you, and he clambered up into your lap and wrapped his arms around your neck. “Have you had breakfast?” you asked.

“No,” Freddie replied. “But look, Mommy! My tooth is coming loose!” To illustrate his point, your son opened his mouth wide and wiggled one of his front teeth with the tip of his tongue, and you playfully cringed.

“How neat,” you chuckled. “You know, when it falls out, you’ll get a visit from the tooth fairy.”

“The who?” Laszlo asked from beside you, and you laughed at him.

“The tooth fairy!” you repeated. “You know! He comes and collects little children’s teeth that have fallen out, and he leaves little prizes for them! Surely, you know!”

“This is something we did not have in Germany,” Laszlo chuckled. “But, yes. Friedrich will surely receive a prize when this tooth falls out. What would you like?”

Freddie shrugged, and he still played with his tooth when he closed his mouth. “I want a little sister,” he said after a moment, and Laszlo’s dark eyes went wide before a flush invaded his cheeks. “Billy at school’s got a little sister, and he says she always plays ball with him.”

You tried to hide your amusement as you looked at your husband, and Laszlo ruffled up Freddie’s hair. “I’m sure that can be arranged, little man,” he said. Laszlo pursed his pink lips for a moment, and, softly, he added, “I love you, Freddie. You know that, yes?”

“Yeah,” Freddie replied. Of course he knew how much his father loved him, and the thought of it surely tugged at Laszlo’s heart. You thought about the promises that he had made back when you were pregnant, about how he would treat your child the way his own father never did, and you knew that, whenever Laszlo told Freddie that he loved him (which was often), it was never frivolous. Laszlo loved Freddie. He cleaned up his scraped knees and read to him at night and brushed his hair for him, and you loved to watch Laszlo be a father. He was so good at it, too. But you never had any doubts about that.

“Good,” Laszlo said, and he sat back a bit in his seat. Carefully, he used his good hand to slowly roll up the right sleeve of his shirt, and your eyes lingered on the scars that he hated. That lame limb, the clipped wing; this was the hand that had caressed you, that healed you, that protected you. Slowly, Laszlo rolled up his other sleeve, his fingers moving a little clumsily, and he took a heavy breath before securing his right wrist in his grip and positioning it over your shoulders. The feeling of his soft skin on your neck made tears prickle at your eyes, and his other arm went around Freddie. He held his family close, kissed your cheek and Freddie’s head, and, finally, the good Dr. Kreizler’s body relaxed. “That’s good.”

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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.”

#modern laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler x you #laszlo kreizler imagine #the alienist laszlo #laszlo kreizler smut #alpha!laszlo kreizler #alpha laszlo kreizler x omega reader #alpha laszlo kreizler #abo au #modern laszlo kreizler x reader #modern!laszlo kreizler #modern!laszlo kreizler x reader #the alienist x reader

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gonzo-rella · 2 years

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Headcanons: Being Laszlo Cravensworth and Nadja of Antipaxos’ Human S/O

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Laszlo Cravensworth x Nadja of Antipaxos x gn!human!reader (romantic)

Warnings: Nothing you wouldn’t see in gay vampire show. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: Let’s start off with some shameless self-promotion for my Nandermo drabble. Sponsorship over. So, I had a jolly old time writing a Blackbonnet x reader fic not long ago, so I figured I’d write another poly thing, this time for my good time boy Laszlo and his good lady wife Nadja. At this point, my blog’s slowly being taken over by gay pirate show and gay vampire show, not that anyone’s complaining (aside from the people whose requests I haven’t written even after it’s been over a year- whoopsie). This is unrelated but I’ve added Marwa, the Guide and the Djinn (my beloveds) to my writing list. [Insert obligatory begging for WWDITS requests, especially poly Laszlo and Nadja, but I love all of my gay vampires and non-vampires])

It’s not too common that these two will be attracted to the same person, and, if they are, it’s typically purely sexual.

So, when they both find themselves attracted to you, it’s a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.

It’s clear that they both adore you.

It’s not like they declare it multiple times a day in multiple ways.

They’re both incredibly affectionate, verbally and physically.

They’re very generous with kisses and cuddles.

Nadja loves kissing your cheek and lips, while Laszlo’s more partial to your hand and forehead.

So. Many. Pet. Names.

They gush about you a lot, especially in the early stages of your relationship.

Nandor and Guillermo are sick of hearing about how wonderful you are, even if they’re supportive of your relationship.

The most supportive of your relationship is definitely Sean- he’s as happy about your relationship as Laszlo and Nadja are, if not happier.

If you’re nice to him, Colin/the Boy will definitely approve of your relationship.

You become part of their group/family quite quickly.

You probably connect with Guillermo and Marwa because of your humanity among vampires.

Sean and Charmaine treat you like an old friend.

I can imagine that, at first, Laszlo and Nadja inadvertently insult and patronise you because you’re a human (if you’ve read my platonic!WWDITS 2014 x human!reader set of headcanons, it’s a lot like that)

“Ugh- stupid humans. Not you, darling!”

Eventually, they’ll manage to stop themselves from doing it (I feel like Guillermo would be the one who tells them to cut it out).

Very random headcanon: Nadja loves holding your face in her hands.

I feel like they’ll be far less critical of you as they are of each other, and they’re less likely to argue with you than they argue with each other.

After all, they’ve been married for longer than you’ve been alive.

So, they’re sort of in a honeymoon phase with you (it’d last far longer than it would in a regular human relationship though, since vampire time feels different to human time).

God they're so cute when it comes to you.

They’re very protective over you.

They think the world of you, but Nadja’s also referred to you as her ‘sweet, feeble little human’, so...

Nadja’s more feral when it comes to protecting you.

At best, she’ll incessantly berate the other person.

At worst, she’ll tear their throat out (unless you beg her not to).

Isn’t that romantic?

Laszlo’s more likely to make an indignant remark and drag you away (more than likely while your feral lady wife is on the attack).

They love taking night time walks with you and holding your hand(s) (you usually end up in the middle).

That said, they cherish any time that they spend with you no matter where it’s spent.

The idea of turning you wouldn’t crop up for a while.

Nadja would be the one to bring it up and plead with you to consider it.

Of course, you know they’d respect whatever decision you made, even though they both hope you’ll agree.

If you do, they’ll be overjoyed.

After all, they love the idea of spending eternity with you.

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raggedy-dxctor · 2 years

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WWDITS Nandor with a short s/o who loves touching him and just being with him he’s absolutely wipped, he’d go out of his way to do stuff for them(I love this man he’s very soft)

i am giving you the biggest platonic kiss on the cheek for requesting nandor <3333333

Nandor w/ a short + affectionate s/o

paring(s): nandor the relentless x gn!short!reader

warnings: none :]

he's just. absolutely whipped

he literally hangs of your every word like.

"hey nandor? can you pass me that pen?' "yes my love, anything" "nandorrrr-" "yes my love? what do you need? dn't be afraid to ask, i would do anhthing for you my love!! id go to the end of time for you, id step onto the cruel brace pf the sun, id break an eternal super slumber for you, id-" "nandor i was just gonna ask you to hold my hand" and he just melts into a pile on the floor, reaching out to gently grasp ypur hand and interlock your fingers together, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles

poor guy absolutely collapses when your touching him like. hand slung around his waist while you talk to nadja and laszlo? tracing circles into his arm when you wake up next to him in the morning? subconsciously playing with his hands and fingers as you read? his legs are literally like jelly and he just goes all giddy

but ypu wanna know what really takes the cake for him? toutouching his hair. whether it be gently twirling it around your finger, combing your hands through it to remove any knots, gently braiding it, tying it up, washing it for him? honestly he feels like his heart is gonna start beating again

he can get a little overwhelmed at tomes though and that's totally ok because he's vreat at communicating when he needs space, and even then i highly doubt it'll be like. space swa from you, he'll stull want you by his side

usually he'd kill someone on the spot for toucbing his hair, but with you he just can't get enough of it

another thing that he absolutely adores the the genuine, mutual glee from being together, like even after 100s of years, each kiss still gives the two of you butterflies and it seems that the two of you could never stare long enough at eachother honestly? he just loves being in love with you, and the fact that he knows you love being in love with him just makes his life- well death- so much better

bro literally kicks his feet and giggles like a schoolgirl, blushing as you tell him how much you love being with him and how perfect he is

the feeling of security he gets from being in your arms just makes him want to spend the reat of his existence with you

feel lime he's a big little spoon kinda guy

literally makes a giant effort to go out of his way to make you happy like?? you want that ring in a shop window, he's giving it to you as a promise ring the very next day, carefully sliding it onto your finger as he gently wraps his hamd around yours. you're homesick? he throws this big party themed after your home to comfort you. like that pretty necklace in tje window? he's opening the clasp and clipping ot it hang around your neck the week after

#nandor #nandor the relentless #nandor x reader #wwdits #nandor wwdits #nandor fanfiction #wwdits fanfic

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Have you ever thought about writing a continuation to Unofficial Meeting? I'm dying to know whether Laszlo earns the reader's forgiveness and if she accepts his proposal or not. Have a good day! 😚

Undisclosed Meeting [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Laszlo self deprecating himself hard

A/N: how could I give up a chance to make my boy Laszlo happy? Thank you so much for requesting it, it really made me happy to have an old story requested. Here is the original story

“Are you even listening to me?”

Violet inquired as you blinked surprised and taken aback. She invited you over for an afternoon tea, but your mind kept wondering off to what happened between you and Laszlo. You haven’t seen him in over a month and to be honest you missed him. The first few days you were firm on your choice, he upset you and your family, he crossed your boundaries mindlessly.

But then you realised how he meant to ask your hand to your father, how he never meant for you to be hurting, he just wanted to make it official.

Your grandmother tried to talk you out of your anger but she didn’t managed to, it was over anyway. You upset each other, you closed that chapter.

If you have feelings for him that chapter is not closed, your grandmother told you but you tried to ignore it. You haven’t seen him in so long, not even at some event or where you’d usually expect him to be. He kept sending you flowers to you until the end of the previous month. That silly man, always hating to leave things halfway done.

“I am, I am just a bit tired” you said as she waved her hand

“nonsense ” she said offering you to try some sweets while she stood up to call her maid and gather what she meant to show you “I’ll show you now the latest Paris fashion and you’ll have to wake up”

She was your friend, she was sweet and she knew you were on a rough patch now and she did all in her power t keep you distracted.

“Charles stop it”

John’s voice rang through you ears as you stood up to see what was going on from the window facing the luscious back garden of the Moore residence. Little Charles was the spit image of his parents and an adventurer at heart, you could tell from the way he kept his father busy running after him.

You smiled as John gave up opening his arms in defeat.

“What I have to do?” He groaned making you chuckle as for a moment it looked like he was asking to God, but when you noticed that he was in fact talking to Dr Kreizler who was sitting on a bench. You codlin’t help but rest your eyes on him, he looked pale, tired like he wasn’t sleeping. He was like this during investigations but as far as you knew there was no one at the moment.

“Wat you have to do John? Let the boy be” he said as a tired smile crept onto his lips.

“Yes, he will break his skull in a second”

Laszlo shook his head looking at him “If you prevent him from doing anything he won’t never learn” he said as he spoke matter of factly but that tiredness in his voice was evident. You wondered what kept him up.

You wondered if t was your fault.

But then you saw the sweet look he had for the child as he picked a ball that was hiding behind his back to give it to him to play with.

He was so good with kids, it was incredible.

You knew it was his job, but the tenderness he showed with them was something you felt on your own skin as you used to be allowed to be part of that special round of people that got to see him being sweet.

You moved away from the window just in time for Violet to come back, her maids holding onto over twenty new items of clothing.

“V” you said to her as the use of that little nickname sparked already her attention “I have to ask you a favour”

It was dead in the evening when Laszlo got asked from Violet to meet a friend of hers with a child with various problems.

The symptoms she described didn’t really add up, they should be excluding each other. But no matter what he decided to go there.

He usually was very firm about his privacy and the times he could meet or not patients, even though the secrecy of the hour would be typical of a wealthy family trying to hide some kind of a problem they judge as shameful, he also came to a point where work was all he got.

He missed you, everything reminded him of you. He hoped to see, he would be a liar if he didn’t admit to have handed a dollar or two to your maid to at least know how are you.

He didn’t mean to stalk you, he just wanted you happy and once more he was acting behind your back. But your maid told him you were fine and doing your business, so he stopped inquiring. He didn’t deserve you in the first place anyway, but how things ended really pained him, he really thought to be doing right and he really wanted to have a future with you, to have many what John has.

But what nonsense thinking about it now that it is all gone and by his own hand, he had nobody to blame but himself.

As he arrived to the building he got inside surprised not to find anyone at service but only an open door.

The instinct would have told him to go away, but he was reckless by now, he already lost what he cared the most.

Walking inside the candlelit hallway he was surprised to get to a large living room only to find you there.

The truth was that he stopped on his track to admire you. You were amazing, he adored you in any possible shape and form, everything from your clothing to your composure screamed for his eyes to be fixated onto you.

He took that moment to look at you, take in your image, last time you two spoke you were so upset and he didn’t want that to be the last image he had of you.

“I am more discreet than you when I have to do things in secret” you said and he smiled lightly

“You’re”

His admission, the tiredness of his look just paining you.

“Is this a house of your family?”

“Yes, it is my aunt’s but she is on some cruise with her husband”

He nodded quietly as he looked around moving closer to you, the candles around you making him feel like the moment was set in another time.

“You didn’t have to make an appointment to meet me”

“Well, I asked a friend for a favour, I could have paid Stevie to drive you here anyway” you answered, basically hinting him that your maid didn’t keep his little inquiring a secret between the two of you.

He nodded gulping down, he felt like he was naked in front of you, defenceless and anything you could attack him with would really hurt.

“I though that after our last conversation we needed to speak alone and in a neutral ground, I attacked you and I know I moved past my means”

“Just like I did inquiring about your life without permission” he concluded for you, he kept thinking about that day over and over, he couldn’t take it out of his mind and he even thought it would be easy only because so many people hated him already, button you. He wished you’d never be one of them.

“Miss Y/L/N” the fact he used your last name showing how he was trying to prove you some respect, not using your first name like you’re somehow close, mostly because he doubts you’d wish him close at any time.

“All I have ever wanted was to be worth of you”

His words trembling, like snakes sliding onto your skin.

He opened his mouth to say something and he closed it as he stared somewhere away from you, he shook his head slowly. The pain visible through him.

“I am a despicable failure as a human being, I know it” he said as he rose his hand to invite your silence “I have spent my life trying to find a common language to get through people, studying them ,making sure to be able to read human behaviour to allow myself the freedom of interaction. I am not a natural like John, I can’t just go on a group and charm my way through it and I knew, I knew from the moment you allowed me to be close to you that I would ruin it because I am such social wreck, because I can’t control myself or I can’t not follow the rules that I have been told are the right path to follow”

He let out a shaky breath as he looked down and then up at you, he was trying to hold back tears but the truth was that he cried for losing you, He cried for nights and days.

“I apologise once more, I wanted to do you right and I just overstepped you. I always admired you for your being independent and clever and I reduced you to an object with my insensitive behaviour. I always make myself strong from talking my way through people and I blindsided you when words were the most needed”

You looked at him as maybe for the first time he really throw away the mask, he really let himself speak up.

“I valued what you did for me” you blinked at him surprised, your head slightly falling on side to observe him.

He was going down the self deprecating himself hill, you could almost count how much time there was between him going down onto his arm topic. You know that was always his undisclosed weakness, how he hated it and saw himself as unlovable because imperfect.

“It is yes”

He looked at you with a frown not seeing what you mean.

“My answer for your question”

He frowned even more, what question? You could hear it resonate into his mind as he didn’t ask you anything, he came to you to apologise and…

And then he got it.

His eyes widened as he opened his mouth only to close it again.

No, he was probably misunderstanding, once more reading badly the situation.

You picked your left glove slowly taking it off to show him you were wearing his ring on your hand.

He stared at you, his hand hesitantly moving to pick yours bringing it up to his lips and resting a kiss over it, his hand holding yours as he stared up at you.

His wet eyes now unmistakable from cha closeness, the signs of his lack of sleep visible.

“In a marriage there shouldn’t be secrets, I tried to avoid something shameful for me when you allowed me to see every part of you” you admitted as you weren’t free from blame, you referred to pretend something wasn’t there rather than facing it.

He stared at you with shaky breath, as he licked his lips trying to find words.

“I love you Laszlo, I really want to be your wife”

His jaw trembled as the happiness rushed over him like electricity, his hand bringing yours over his heart beating so fast and hard that he felt it could explode.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered as you caressed his cheek with your right hand as he leaned down, still not daring to believe what was happening.

So you just did it, you leaned in closing the space between the two of you with a kiss.

The times were changed.

Women could accept wedding proposals without their father’s approval, men could cry for love and love words were made of truths and exposed weaknesses and not by the words of dusty poets. And with such strong ideals you could only imagine your life as set up for a greater kind of happiness with him.

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therenlover · 3 years

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Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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I love you all, you make me so happy, and without you support I would never be motivated to write! Cheers!

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cazimagines · 2 years

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Two Birds on a wire

Synopsis: You had a longing for freedom, feeling trapped and caught within the city of New York, desperate to be free, but does your love Laszlo feel the same way?

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairing: Laszlo x f!reader

A/N: Does this make a lot of sense? Not really! But after hearing this song all over tiktok I needed to write a little angst piece to it and why not will our lovely Alienist Laszlo, because he definitely hasn't been through enough yet? Right?

Warnings: Angst

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Cross-posted to ao3 under the same username

You and Laszlo were relaxing on your sofa as the evening ticked on. His right arm rested on your leg, the pads of his fingertips gently tapping on your skin as you draped your head on his shoulder, your palm rested on his chest as you felt it slowly rise and fall as he breathed. You could feel the hair of his beard graze your forehead as he glanced down at you and placed a gentle, warm kiss on it. You let out a slight sigh and snuggle in further to Laszlo, wanting to be surrounded by his scent and warmth. It enveloped you like the warmth of a fireplace on a winter night and made you incredibly comfortable being wrapped in his presence. You don’t know what you would do without this comforting presence, and yet there was an aching longing for more lodged within your chest like a swallowed pip.

Slowly, you moved your hand from his chest and down to where his deformed hand hung by the side of his body, forgotten about till now. He flinched at the icy touch of your hand but then relaxed as you entwined your hand in his and squeezed it in reassurance.

The thought stuck in your throat was plaguing you, though, and you knew that the only way you might resolve it was by asking Laszlo, though you didn’t want to disrupt this silence. Unprompted, you raised your head to glance at the man, and his gentle eyes looked down at yours and with a soft voice asked you,

“Is something wrong, my dear?”

As you looked into his welcoming eyes, you felt your chest tighten and a pain in the back of your throat as you tried to speak. To ease the pain, you turn your head to the side, not looking him in the eyes as you talk.

“Laszlo… have you- have you ever thought about leaving New York?”

His calming smile slowly cast down into a frown as his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes glanced around your face, trying to read your facial expressions, to no avail.

“I see no need to,”

“It’s just, well, I want to explore the world, Laszlo. I want to travel, explore, be free. I feel stuck here, like I am trapped with no escape. Don’t you feel the same way?”

There was a pause before Laszlo spoke again. He licked his lips and straightened his back, tensing as he tried to gain his composure. He moved his hand that was entwined with yours to grasp your chin with delicacies instead, cradling it and slowly moving it to so you look at him again.

“... Yes, but it’s not - it’s not the time, love,”

You nod your head and place it down on his chest, snuggling closer to him as your eyes slowly fall shut. Laszlo watches you, swallowing as he feels his body grow colder and his chest tighten.

It was three months later when you brought up the question again, this time over dinner. You had been waiting for Laszlo to approach the subject again, but he never did. As if you two had never discussed it in the first place, though you were still feeling suffocated in this city. You two sat next to each other, holding your forks as your other hands were entwined together. Not speaking, just enjoying each other's company in silence.

“Laszlo love,” you start, watching how he perks up at your address, placing his fork down and politely dapping his napkin over his lips.

“Have… you thought about my question?”

His eyebrows flicker as he looks at you questioningly.

“Your question?”

"About leaving New York,"

"Ah… yes, that. Well, you know y/n-"

"I feel so constricted here like I need to leave. This place, Laszlo, it’s so dangerous; with everything you do, I worry about you. I worry for us. We still have so much of our lives left. Why not explore,"

Laszlo lamented, placing his other hand on yours, squeezing it tightly.

"I'm tired love, let's discuss this another time,"

You sighed dejectedly but left the subject alone as Laszlo picked up his fork again to continue eating while you looked down at your plate, not feeling as hungry.

It was another few months before you got the gall to approach the subject again, this time as you laid in bed next to Laszlo, both on your respected sides looking up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep.

"Are you scared of leaving?" You mutter, so quiet it was likely he didn't hear you. But he did.

He barely let out a sigh as his eyes focused on a point on the ceiling, intensely glaring at it as he sorted through his words, trying to figure out what he should say.

"Don’t you feel a sense of comfort here, love? There is so much unknown out there, so much uncertainty. Here I have my job, our friends, our life,"

"So you are,"

"I never said that,"

"But that's what you are implying,"

"If you want to leave, then we will… just not now,"

Yet still, the day never came, your lives continued on at the same boring pace, day after day, night after night, slowly suffocating you from the inside out till one fateful day when Laszlo came home after a challenging day at work, to find the house vacant and cold with one singular letter addressed to him lying on the table.

Dear love,

I'm sorry to do things this way, but I find it easier for me to leave a letter instead of telling you in person. I'm aware this makes me cowardly, but I am beyond the point of caring. I'm leaving New York Laszlo, and subsequently you. I wish things weren't so, but it has become evident to me you will never leave New York, while I cannot stand to stay confined here another moment. I hope that maybe one day you will find the courage to leave the place you grew up, but I believe it will not be for some while and for me, I must move on.

I wish you nothing but the best,

Yours truly,

y/l

The link on the paper ran as a teardrop landed on it, ruining the carefully written words. Laszlo crumpled the letter within his hand, and with little else of thought, threw it away. Without much will, Laszlo’s legs buckled out from within him, and he collapsed on the floor, letting out a puff of shock from the pain in his knees. What was worse were the tears that were still falling. With shaking hands, he brought them up to his face and wept freely, mourning your loss and his insecurities.

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