#the alienist reader insert

[cas-backwards-tie]

Chapter One: A Change In Attitude

Laszlo Kreizler x Reader

The Devil In Manhattan

Summary: Intent on acquiring a job at the Kriezler Institute, you attempt to provide for yourself as a woman living on her own in New York City. Whether your plans succeed or not is dependent on your actions.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Scolding, Rudeness, PTSD,

Mentions of: Murder,

A/N: Despite the following, for story's sake I won't spoil it, but trust me, it is a reader insert.

It was a necessity, all a part of the plan; an expected transfer, a job wherever followed, somewhere close in reach of your sister. You'd come close to a divergence, the cautious eye of the Headmaster unsure whether you'd be a good fit for his Institute. Yet, the unexpected dismissal of a staff member meant that a replacement was needed, and thus, a spot opened up just in time! Fortunate luck, you'd reckon.

There'd been rumors, gossip of what the recently notorious Doctor Kriezler was like. Though you'd done a brief interview with him, there was still an air of interrogation, a hostile sense that despite answering all of his questions in length, it was as if he could see through you. That he knew something was fishy. Was something awry? You're not sure, however, the fact that he's known for calling people out is something that does you and your case no favors.

Upon your first day of work, you're handed a uniform. Grey in nature, you don't mind the way the plain fabric of the frock suits you. It isn't ostentatious or attention-seeking in any way, shape, or form. Something different from the dresses you'd been used to wearing prior. Having been given a room the day before to move into, even if you'd only brought a sparing number of items in your suitcase, an allotted day was still favorable. Set up in the dormitory, you were to oversee the girl's hall during nights. Now, having eaten breakfast with the children and staff in the cafeteria only a half hour ago, your colleague, Helena, guides you around the Institute.

"Usually the Headmaster would take on such responsibilities," she informs you, "however he's been intent on finding that killer of late. He denies it. Ludicrous, if you ask me." With a solemn shake of her head, the woman, at least a decade your senior, guides you through the long halls of the Kriezler Institute.

"Is that so?" You respond, curious to hear more about not only hear which murder she's referring to, but hopefully acquire more about the Headmaster supposedly playing the part of detective? If you haven't misinterpreted her words, that is.

"Miss Sanktorini, I can assure you it is unprofessional to fraternize whilst on the job, nevertheless unladylike to speak on such matters. I'd think you'd know better." Taken aback by Helena's response, your steps slow down, your figure falling behind slightly. She'd started it! She was the one who brought it up. Euuugggh- and the audacity she has to implicate me?! Attempting to control your breath, you run your hands down the apron of your frock before picking up the pace again.

Eyes roaming the elegant window-lined halls of the Institute, you're surprised that it's much bigger on the inside than it'd looked on the outside. High ceilings adorned with chandeliers, walls decorated with paintings and busts atop podiums, you can't even begin to imagine how the Headmaster acquired the amount of wealth it'd take to fund this place. Helena prattles on about routine and the different activities going on in the classrooms you pass, though none of it interests you, really. Her words linger in the back of your mind, digesting the information for if it ever becomes useful, however, you can't help but admire the foliage outside in the courtyard.

"It is rather beautiful, isn't it?" Helena speaks your thoughts aloud as she comes to a stop at the end of the hallway, books still saddled on her hip.

"Stunning," you respond, hands lazily clasped in front of yourself as you make no motion to move.

"The Headmaster has a few gardeners who maintain the lawn, while we maintain the innergoings of the Institute. Firstly I'll-" A shrill dinging sound emits from everywhere all at once and you can't help the way you jump. With the way that the sound of doors slamming open and the quick padding of feet follow, you finally recognize the sound. It was only the bell. Unconsciously your hand flew to your chest and you find it there now as your heart races within the confines beneath your corset under the uniform frock.

"The bell rings multiple times a day. Once in the morning for breakfast, then again for the children's recess, and finally for lunch and dinner." Helena dusts off a piece of flint from her dress which you hadn't seen. "Our tour comes to an end anyhow, the entrance is just through those doors to your right. Now that it's recess hour, I suppose your first task can be to help the other staff outside in watching over the children. Find Clarissa, you'll be in her charge for the remainder of your stay."

With nothing more than a curt wave of her hand, she leaves you to your own devices. Normally, you'd find this impolite and demand some sort of direction. This only provides the perfect opportunity for you today. After all, the only purpose for your appearance is Elizabeth. She crosses your mind once more, and you find yourself looking back down the hall where teachers have gathered their students in lines, leading them in your direction. Will Elizabeth be in one of them? She has to be here, you think to yourself.

Determination in your veins, you close your eyes for a moment to gather yourself, memories, and the impetus of your plan surfacing to the forefront of your mind. It's like you're right back there, the scent of the flames burned into your nostrils, smoke causing your eyes to burn and itch. Breathing more rapidly, it takes a moment for you to come out of your stupor, the reason being the people passing to your left, just inches from you.

"Who are you?" One of the children asks, the young girl holding up the line as she stares up at you, a curious look upon her face.

"I've never seen you here before!" A boy comments, garnering the rest of the line's attention.

"Children, it's impolite to bother strangers," the teacher reminds, having turned on her heel at the outbursts and started to walk over. "You must be the new attendant," the woman speaks, offering you a gentle smile and outstretched hand. "I'm Clarissa Aerborn."

"Marina Sanktorini," you respond, meeting her hand with yours in a firm shake. "I was supposed to find you! Helena told me you'd be my supervisor," you inform her.

"Oh? Well, it's a pleasure, Miss Sanktorini. Children, this is Miss Sanktorini. She'll be accompanying our class for the remainder of the day. Let's get to the courtyard," she introduces herself before following suit with her children. With a beckoning hand, she guides you down the hallway and out one of the side doors into the courtyard you'd been mesmerized by earlier.

The teacher lists out a set of instructions, or guidelines, for her children before letting them run free in the yard. Once she turns to you, intent on making conversation, you listen diligently, even while Elizabeth consumes your mind. She has to be somewhere around here, you remind yourself.

"It's rather amusing, actually. We haven't had anyone new in awhile so you should understand tha-"

"Is there anywhere else the children play at recess?" You inquire, the thought consuming you, even if you're sure it came across as rude to interrupt her.

Taken aback, Clarissa gathers herself for a moment before shaking her head. "All the children play here, unless they're summoned by the Headmaster for a meeting, or perhaps were put on punishment, though that's a rarity. Doctor Kriezler doesn't believe tha-

"Forgive me for interrupting, it's just that I have so many questions, and I'm afraid that Helena wasn't favorable to any," you explain.

"Ah... I see. Helena can be quite a-" Clarissa is about to speak her mind before she spots a child, her eyes roaming as she attempts to find a proper phrase. "well... you know."

"I believe I do. You seem to be so close with the children. How did you manage that?" You ask, attempting to form a reason for departing the conversation, even if she is rather nice.

"Well, you'll get to know them over time. I wouldn't worry too much since it's only your first day," she responds with a friendly and encouraging smile.

"Perhaps I'll attempt to introduce myself," you propose. This should be a sufficient reasoning for your departure, and won't make you look suspicious. Two things you'd desperately hoped for. Recess would be the perfect opportunity to find Elizabeth and give her a quick message, let her know that everything is okay and that you're alive.

Albeit, the task seems much harder than you'd thought. Out of all the children in the courtyard, blondes seem to be rather common. A quiet sigh tumbles past your lips as you attempt to scan their faces, searching the crowd for one that's familiar. You could pick your little sister out in a crowded street square, not to mention the crowds of the theatre, so this shouldn't be too difficult. Yet, with everyone running around and moving about, it's rather trying.

Eventually, you start to approach some of the children on the outskirts, not playing with the others. Most of them don't seem to know your sister or haven't seen her today. Still, you introduce yourself, seeking out your reasoning for this job. The bright light of the sunrays streaming through the leaves and branches begins to leave you with a headache, a dull tug of pain behind your eyes. It's only as you're beginning to grow half-hearted in your determination that a call of your name rings out clearly amongst all the chatter.

Panic rises, whatever pain had been troubling you is suddenly no longer in focus as you race to meet the voice. Careful not to get hit by one of the balls or trample an innocent child, you reach the little girl who had been running toward you. "Shhhh, shh," you command, one hand holding her head while the other brushes her hair back behind her ears. "You know how Mommy thinks that I'm dead?" Crouching to her level, you speak to her quietly.

"But you're here! You're here!" Elizabeth cries, jumping for joy despite the tears that well up in her eyes.

"I know. I'm here... yet you can't tell anyone, Lizzie. You have to keep it a secret between us. Remember how I told you that things were dangerous, how I had to save you? I promise-" you run your hand over her hair, sitting back on your heels just enough to search her eyes and gauge her reaction. "I still promise I'll make things safe for us. You have to trust me, okay? And in trusting me, no one can know my name. I changed it, it's Marina Sanktorini from now on, okay?"

Though you know she's probably confused on some of the details and reasonings that were best left to her ignorance, she nods in understanding. If anyone had understood the things you went through and the pain you'd suffered at the behest of someone you once admired, it was her. Everything you'd done... everything you ever did was for her. To protect Elizabeth and shield her from the awful things and people that roam the Earth.

"Do you understand, Lizzie? It has to be a secret between us," you repeat, sure that your gaze set upon her is beyond intense, but it's for good reason. You have to know; at this point things are life and death for the two of you.

"Mhm, I understand," Elizabeth repeats, sniffling as her fist comes up to wipe away her tears with the back of her hand.

"What's going on here? Did someone get hurt?" It's the teacher. Damn it! You were hoping for more time to talk to Elizabeth, but at least you got your message across. The teacher bends at the waist, inspecting the way you have Elizabeth's crying face between your hands in a gentle hold.

"I think so, you're okay, right? What was it, Elizabeth? Or should I call you Lizzie?" You ask, a smile tugging across your lips as stare at her fondly, glad to have her back within your reach.

"Lizzie! It's Lizzie," she responds happily, the smile on her lips clearly giving Miss Aerborn an answer.

"Alright, well it's good to see you making friends with the children, Miss Sanktorini," Clarissa responds, offering you a hand up. Begrudgingly taking it, you let her guide you back toward the front of the courtyard.

"You can't leave! You can't-" Elizabeth protests, running after you both a few steps. When you turn around, you can't help the tug you feel at your heartstrings as guilt clouds your emotions. Even if you know it's something you should probably feel the least considering all you've sacrificed.

"I'm afraid I need to continue showing Miss Sanktorini around, Elizabeth. You can play with her later," Clarissa retorts. With a gentle pull she resumes the path she'd taken, you following with a frown as you offer one last, hopeful look in your sister's direction. Mouthing an 'it's okay', you gather yourself enough to turn and face the music. After all, now you have a guise to put up.

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[noforkingclue]

No Questions Asked (Laszlo Kreizler x reader) Chapter 20

Chapter warnings: mentions of character death

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

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You didn’t know how long it had been since you had seen Laszlo, John or Sara but you didn’t particularly care. If they managed before you then they could manage without you. You had patients to deal with. There was still underlying tensions but people were desperate. Some even gave you cash so you knew that Alice had been spreading the message.

Still, it was a night like this that reminded you of the first night you met Laszlo and John. You sat, staring at your bed taking a swig from a bottle of whiskey. You grimaced at the rough taste and put the bottle to the side. You slowly staggered to your feet and muttered,

“Going to need more than new sheets this time.”

*

It was raining by the time you got the Laszlo’s. You were surprised that he opened the door and he took one looked at your slumped figure as he ushered you in. You practically collapsed onto the sofa and put your head in your hands.

“What happened?” Laszlo asked eventually

“Why do you care?”

“You disappeared for weeks and then you turn up on my doorstep. In the middle of the night while it’s raining,” you could practically hear the faint smile in his voice, “I am curious.”

“I killed a man.”

A thick silence fell between you. You peaked at Laszlo through your fingers. His back was turned to you but you could see him tense.

“What do you mean?” he asked

“I let a man die.”

“You let him die or you killed him?”

“It adds up to the same thing.”

A glass of whiskey was handed to you and you shook your head. You already had too much to drink tonight. Laszlo sat down in a chair opposite you and said,

“So what happened?”

“Why do you care?”

You looked up at him and froze at the look he was giving you. You felt yourself getting hot and you don’t think it was just from the fire.

“One of my friends died.” You muttered

“Oh.”

“It was my fault. If I hadn’t been so focused on this then I would’ve been able to save her.”

“Do you know that?”

“I could’ve helped!”

You stood up so quickly and leant over Laszlo. You slammed your hands against the arms of the chair.

“Instead I wasted my time with this and let her brute of a pimp beat her to death.”

You staggered back and fell back against the sofa.

“So you blame yourself for your friend’s death?”

“Yes but-“

“Yes?”

“But this isn’t the one I’m talking about?”

“Oh.”

“That bastard turned up on my doorstep. He’d been stabbed. He was begging me for help. Begging and pleading as though he had never done anything wrong in his life.”

“What did you do?”

“Well I brought him in. It isn’t good to have someone bleeding on my doorstep. Makes people think I’m uncaring.”

“And after?”

“Well he dragged himself onto my bed,” you sneered, “fucking bastard. He was bleeding out and I could’ve saved him or at least try to.”

“Well?”

“I didn’t. I let him bleed out.”

“Right.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say? Isn’t this what you did to Barker? Did this just bring it to reality?”

“I’ve seen people die,” you said, “you expect to see people die in my line of work. But I’ve never let someone deliberately die before.”

“Besides from Barker.”

“Besides from him.”

“But the question is,” Laszlo leant back in his chair and steepled his fingers, “do you regret it?”

“No. He caused the death of someone I cared about. Much like with Barker, more people will be safe now that he’s dead.”

“So if you don’t regret it why are you here?”

You bit your lip and stood up. You paced about as you tried to find the right words.

“Were you expecting me to tell you that what you did was right? To try and clear your conscience.”

“I…”

You trailed off and shook your head.

“This was a mistake.”

You started to walk towards the door but in a flash Laszlo was on his feet. He gripped your arm tightly and you looked down at his grip. You raised your eyebrows but Laszlo didn’t let go. Instead he tightened it and pulled you towards him. The crackling fire was the only sound in the room. Laszlo’s gaze burned into yours and you found yourself unable to look away.

“You came here,” Laszlo said quietly, “you must want something.”

Once again, you cursed your chosen disguise. It was needed but you wished it wasn’t. You swallowed thickly and resisted the urge to lean into him. Instead you pulled your arm free. You took a few more steps towards the door and said,

“Before she died Polly left me a note. Think you might find it useful.”

You pulled it out and tossed it on the sofa. You pulled your coat around yourself tightly and said,

“Good bye.”

Just before you left you heard Laszlo call,

“Thank you. I’m sure we will be seeing each other again very soon.”

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[gogandmagog]

Okay, cute! Tagged by @batrachised! Thanks so much for thinking of me, you’re the actual best!

1-How many works do you have on AO3? 

Aw, man. Not a single one. I’m on fanfiction.net, because I feel like it’s the best spot to find fellowship with other likeminded or book-based Montgomery readers. (At least for the Anne series.) 

2-What's your total AO3 word count?    Not a lot! I’ve written four weency sketches that don’t actually even count fully as stories, because there’s scarcely any plot, only niceties and overall sweetness. My word count is something around 6.7K, which is piteous, following batrachised! 

3-What fandoms do you write for?    Lucy Maud Montgomery. I’ve done a lot of Anne, and little of Emily. 

4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?    I haven’t even written five! I’m probably unqualified for this whole list of questions. Is a kudo interchangeable with a follow? My most followed is the Smugglers Jug.

5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?    Yes, of course! If anyone has a fanfiction.net account, and they left me a comment, I’ve responded over private message, which is the vehicle that ff.net allows for such correspondence. It never feels like enough, though! In a perfect world, I’d be able to take you out for coffee or tea, as a way of saying thanks. Comments or reviews mean so much. 

6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?  

Angst? I don’t know her. 

7-What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Sincerely all of them. Anne and Gilbert are happy in canon, and all I even do are canon expansion/inserts.

8-Do you get hate on fics? 

Mercifully, no. I’d probably cry. I can’t imagine what inspires people to leave hateful comments. It’s fan fiction! It’s supposed to be fun!

9-Do you write smut? If so what kind? 

Please, I’m blushing. I’m actually writing something right now (when I say ‘right now,’ I just mean that it’s a Word document I’ve glanced at in the last six weeks) that I’ll have to label as M! But it’s not all that explicit, and it’s really just something seen by a third party. And anyway, we’ll see if I can ever summon the courage needed to post it.

10-Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not yet, sorry!

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?     I don’t think so! Small potatoes. 

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?    One time someone asked me if they could "podfic" one of my works, but this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to such a thing. 

13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before? 

I didn’t even know that was a thing! I love it.

14-What's your all-time favourite ship? 

Walter/Una? Walter’s parents, too.

15-What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? 

I mean… speaking of crossovers! I have about 2K words done of an Ingleside/the Alienist (they exist is the same time period, and only 1200 KM apart; in my brain this is totally feasible) crossover that sees an awful murderer land in Glen St. Mary, and Doctor Blythe being relied upon by Doctor Kreizler for professional assistance throughout. I might have the time to complete this when I’m 85.

16-What are your writing strengths? 

I think it’s a strength that I always want to be writing, isn’t it?

17-What are your writing weaknesses? 

I can’t stop writing run-on sentences. Like… think an entire paragraph that’s one sentence. I’m wholly aware that I do it. But I still can’t stop. I’m out of control, really. In other places, while it’s true I always want to be writing, I also can’t write unless I have the right pen the exact environment and circumstances that I feel are conducive to my best writing. (A desk, my favourite lappy, an empty house, pink noise, and a coffee.) If one small thing is off, I’m useless to my own endeavours.

18-Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? 

I could do it in Lushootseed?

19-First fandom you wrote for? 

Lucy Maud Montgomery books. First I read for, first I wrote for, first I ever cared enough about to seek ‘more’ of. We can add ‘only’ here too.

20-Favorite fic you've ever written? 

Awoo, I don’t know! They all stress me out equally? No matter what, I’ll always think to myself, ‘yikes, I could have done that better.’ I wish this had asked for recs, though! I have a bunch of those.

21-Tagging:

@dandelionsandderivatives! 🫶🏻

[alienisticxo]

Before the Fever

{Master Chief x Reader series - TV based}

{A╱N} Hi there!

I know you guys were used to other kinds of fics from me but I had to give into impulse here with a Halo fic.

I’ve played the games for years, they’re my favorite! But this series, and any future fics I write in this fandom, will be mostly based off of the TV series. I know plenty of people had their opinions about the show, but for what it was, I absolutely loved it.

That being said, this is my first Halo fic ever, and it’s all mostly not canon compliant.. I don’t know every aspect of the lore by heart, but I’ll try to research what I don’t know as I go along to add more to the atmosphere! I appreciate your forgiveness for any mistakes or things that make no sense though, again not canon!

So I guess what I’m trying to say is, this first-person POV/reader insert is purely for fun, take it for what you will if you decide to read it! This is also on AO3, my username is simply “alienistic” ♡

I am still working on my other WIPs, thanks for being patient, but I run through hyperfixations like water so sometimes it takes a little while!

enjoy! ♡

Extra note: I used a little Sanghelli! Because the dictionary I found is kind of limited, I pieced together the word for ‘my’ and the word for ‘love’ to create a pet name. V soft, much sweet.

Chapter One - Thrill of the Chase

“It’s been three days since we’ve had any decent money. I’m hungry,” Astra complained, her blonde hair falling in her face as she dipped her head into her hands.

She looked over at me as she sat back against the wall of the small nook we’d taken cover in, her wide green eyes shining under the twinkling lights that seemed to be everywhere you turned in The Rubble’s streets and alleyways. They seemed to expose your secrets, leaving nothing to hide. The deepened purples and blues of her orbital sockets made her look far more exhausted than usual, and my heart sank in my chest at the sight of her. She wasn’t wrong, and my own stomach growled at the mere mention of being hungry.

The hustle and bustle of people made it easy to hide in plain sight despite the lighting— not that we were in need of any kind of concealment. The Rubble was home to every misfit and ne’er do well-er that happened to mosey into that sector of the galaxy, along with survivors that managed to make it out of Madrigal and other humans who belonged nowhere and to no one. Astra and I were really no different from any of the others. We had to steal what we could, sell it to eat; barter to get what we needed, and, when we had a particularly good streak, what we wanted, too.

“I’m hungry, too,” I sighed, {e/c} eyes drifting downward.

We’d been living off of scraps for years, taking food where we could without pissing off a merchant or a pirate. Life wasn’t easy anywhere anymore, especially when you had the UNSC closing in at every turn to defeat The notorious legend that was ‘The Covenant’ wherever they landed. It was claimed that both parties tended to destroy everything in their wake.

But when Astra and I found each other, it was like kismet. We were both the same age, both orphans, and both completely jaded by the system that seemed to be set in place by a corrupt technocracy. The Rubble was lawless, and we liked it that way. Though when trouble came knocking, we had nothing else to fall back on but each other. She was like a long lost sister to me and I to her, someone that I immediately knew I’d never have to go through life without the moment we spoke. I took solace in the notion, especially after having gone through so many empty, lonely years bouncing from place to place, trying to fill the void in my heart and change the hand I was dealt in life.

Chewing the inside of my cheek, I scanned our surroundings for anything that looked valuable— valuable enough to fetch some money or at least a decent trade. But no matter where I looked, there was nothing to be had. Everyone who passed kept their belongings too close to the chest, and while I was adept at pickpocketing, I could only do so much when everyone else was, too.

Leaning against the wall, my back went rigid as I slid downward to sit beside Astra, eyes still trained on any unsuspecting person or item. Feeling slightly defeated, I rested my head against her shoulder, thinking about where else we could try to find some kind of currency instead. Maybe down a different alley, or in one of the bars… On another asteroid? Sneaking into a party might–  

But before I could string my thoughts together, my head instinctively popped back up, my line of sight honing in on what looked like a metal briefcase that swung at someone’s side. I clamored to lean forward as though it would help me get a better look at the object, and almost head-butted Astra in the process of my newfound hope.

“Hey!” She whined, leaning away from me with a confused expression.

But I couldn’t pull my eyes off of the item of interest, my brow furrowing as I continued to shift in my place on the ground to get a better look through the legs of the moving crowd. It wasn’t until the sea of people began to nervously part that I realized just what kind of hand held that intriguing case.

“Holy shit…” Astra drew out, obviously having chased the direction I was looking in on her own, her voice nearly a whisper. “A Spartan… ”

Slowly– very slowly, I let my gaze trail upwards, over the sturdy hand, up the alloy-plated arm, over the broad shoulder, and to the bare face that was exposed to anyone who happened to lay eyes on him. That was something very unheard of in his kind. A clear view was now the only thing to be had as I sat back in my spot, completely still and extremely intimidated.

Taking notice of the dark green, near black alloy that covered every inch of the soldier’s body, I swallowed hard. I’d never seen a Spartan before— not in person, anyway. I’d only heard the stories; been warned of what would happen if they finally had business on Rubble. They were the best of the best, trained and deadly. And there one stood, like nothing, beside a pirate I’d seen in the area quite often, chatting about while curious and fearful eyes kept steady watch as they passed. He held his helmet in his free hand and seemed a little less like the terrifying tales I’d heard as I watched him carry on the conversation— in that moment, he seemed more human than machine, the way they’d painted Spartans out to be.

“Maybe we can ask him for money!” Astra exclaimed in a whisper and tapped my shoulder excitedly, ripping me from my train of thought. “I bet they pay him pretty well!”

I could only shake my head, breathing a soft laugh through my nostrils. The inability to look away from the man that stood towering over everyone else was stirring. I wondered what he was visiting Rubble for, what sat beneath the confines of the large case he held. It could’ve been a stretch, but I knew someone of his caliber was not going to be carrying something of little worth, no matter where he was in the galaxy.

“No.. Whatever he’s holding, it looks important,” I hesitated then, pondering on my decision for just a few seconds longer. “I’m going for it, Astra. This could be what finally changes our lives. Maybe it’s something that’ll be worth everything.. And then we won’t have to live like thieves anymore.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head, and I could see her looking over at the armored man and then back to me from my peripheral vision. Still, I sized him up, uselessly, of course. I had no chance against him, and if he caught me I was as good as dead, or at least in a heap of trouble.

“Are you insane? You can’t steal from a Spartan! Do you want to die?” Astra squealed, concern written all over her features.

A real laugh escaped me then. Half of the fun of the steal was the risk; the adrenaline rush you got from the act. If there was any way to get your heart racing, it would’ve been this. And maybe it was a bit more stupid than anything else I’d pulled before, but desperate times did call for desperate measures, and I would’ve been lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to the challenge just a little.. No matter how it ended up.

With a deep breath, I faced Astra. Glancing back and forth between her eyes and the item of interest still firmly imprisoned in the Spartan’s grip, I held onto her shoulders tightly and spoke concisely.

“If anything happens, don’t come after me. Find a new place to be, eil monerasha. Don’t live like this forever.”

A moment of silence hung between us, and I could almost hear what she was thinking as she held my flickering stare. But in true Astra fashion, her next words were so inexplicably her.

“I think you’re being a little dramatic,” she smiled.

But her jaw was visibly clenched, and I could see the faltering in her expression, hear the worry that laced her voice. She always tried to laugh in the face of danger, but the small heist this time seemed to be pushing it, even for her electric spirit. Spartans were killing machines, human (if that) weapons for the UNSC. One wrong move around any of them, and it was lights out if they saw fit– or so we’d been told.

“Or maybe…” she began again, her own hands moving to grip my biceps.

I kept glancing between the item and her face, still focused on her words just as much as I had been on my thoughts. I knew if I continued to hear her out, she might be able to talk me out of what I was about to do.

“You shouldn’t try it this time,” she continued. “I’m not that hungry, I can probably go another day or two, easy. We’ll find someth–”

“Whatever’s in there must be important. It’s my new mission to find out,” I cut her off, shaking my head, courage coursing through my veins all at once.

I had to take advantage of the sudden bravery and run with it, or I would’ve lost the drive to do it altogether.

The tiny blonde’s lips parted to speak, but before she could manage another word, I cupped her jaw gently, giving her face a soft squeeze before darting off into the alley. In one of my glances, I’d noticed the metal case had been set down beside a young, human girl with black hair. I hadn’t noticed her prior, but assumed she was with the soldier, though he turned his back on her to speak with the pirate in a closer manner.

I wondered what secrets were being told amongst the two as I stopped in the middle of the crowd of moving people, quickly planning my next course of action. In a snap decision, I lunged forward, my feet carrying me toward the prize without my mind having much time to catch up. I held my hand out as I prayed to whatever gods the universe may have contained that I wouldn’t miss the handle that sat ungrasped atop the case. People fell out of my way, being pushed and shoved without my realizing it as I ran. Life simultaneously sped up and slowed down as I felt the handle connect with my fingers, a smile immediately touching my lips at the next step being a success.

My thought immediately after was if I really was stupid enough to think I could outrun a Spartan.

“{Y/N}!” Astra called out behind me, clearly having started to follow me despite my clear instruction. But her voice was already a faded sound that fell into the atmosphere; simply background noise.

“Hey!” I heard a girlish voice cry from who I assumed was the girl who was in charge of the case.

“Stop!” A booming voice followed from behind me as I darted through the crowd, heavy footsteps of each stride he took behind me seeming to shake the ground.

Goosebumps rose on my flesh at the sound, at the danger, at the threat that permeated his voice and presence despite the lack of any actual warning. Pure adrenaline and lack of any other thought filled my mind and body as I pushed myself harder, instinct searching for a way out of the trouble I now found myself in. It was fight or flight, and flight was definitely more predominant once I noticed a motorcycle just ahead, running and ready, its driver still seated.

“Wait!” I screamed, my voice panicked through my labored breathing, hoarse already. “Hey, wait!”

I gripped the handle of the case and sped forward, my heart pounding in my ears the only real sound I could hear. The motorcyclist noticed me first, and then the menacing alloy-covered man behind me. With a look of terror and a quick hand, he revved the engine and began to roll forward, clearly trying to get away from the scene.

“No!” I screamed, before I felt something hard and cold grasp at my back, tugging at my shirt.

I didn’t dare look behind me, I didn’t dare risk a misstep and fall to the mercy of the man chasing me. I’d always been fast, faster than anyone I knew, and I deeply began to hope that my little talent could at least carry me out of this situation -almost- unscathed. My lungs burned, my feet felt as though I was stepping on knives with every footfall. By some kind of miracle unknown to me, I managed to throw myself onto the back of the motorcycle as it sped off. Dust and dirt flew around us, and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach from the rise and fall of the endorphins I’d used up as I gripped onto the stranger in front of me for dear life.

I could barely feel the metal case against my chest, the item being securely held between myself and the back of my new getaway driver.

Trying to quickly take inventory of my limbs, I hoped they were all still there and intact through my moment of overdrive. As I attempted to calm my breathing, I remembered the cold sensation against my shoulder blade just before I reached the vehicle, taking notice then of how raw and sore it felt.

With a faint roll of my shoulders and a glance behind myself, I took slight solace in the fact that I was unable to see the Spartan any longer through the dust cloud that’d been kicked up by the motorcycle. Peeking at my back some, I could only see red streaks and the fabric of my top torn where, I realized all too quickly, his fingers must’ve grabbed me. That’s going to leave a nasty bruise, I thought, deciding I’d get a better look later if I could.

“Where am I going?” The stranger finally posed over the roaring of the engine as we found ourselves in another area entirely.

I hesitated. I couldn't go back to Astra, that much was certain. I couldn’t lead a Spartan back to her– I had to wait for the heat to die down. But it was then that I realized it may never die down. I’d stolen this mystery item in hopes that we could escape the impoverished life we’d been living since we were kids, but now it became all too real that it may have finally been the thing to separate us instead.

If what I knew about the UNSC was any sort of true, I was about to become public enemy number one regardless of what happened. I was lucky enough to outrun a Spartan once– and I wasn’t even sure I outran him so much as he decided to cut the chase short and take harsher measures to find me and the case I’d acquired instead. I held no hope that it would be possible to do it again, or to fight off a team of them when they decided to deploy on the mission of getting back whatever this thing was. Even if I sold it, traded it away, I was sure I would still be on their shit list for lifting it in the first place.

I silently damned myself for my lack of any important thought before jumping into this venture.

“Take me to the nearest airlock,” was all I could say as my mind raced with any idea of just what I was going to do next.

#master chief x reader #halo fanfic #halo paramount #master chief #cortana #fanfic #fanfiction #halo fanfiction #halo infinite #halo fandom #john 117 #halo the series #master chief fanfiction #master chief fanfic #pablo schreiber #reader fanfiction

[lia-writes]

& juliet was the sun

pairing: marcus isaacson x reader 

request: where lucius comes and visits his niece for the first time. 

a/n: i have next to no motherly instincts and this is making me sob. i think this is my favourite thing i’ve ever written, i’m so emotional.

;

With Marcus so invested in assisting with the investigation, you’d been spending most of your days by his side when he was at the Kreizler Institute. When you’d gone into labour early, Laszlo kindly offered one of the private bedrooms on the upper floor.

Now, you’re dozing, with your baby girl lying tucked against your chest and your midwife, Anna seated in the chair next to the bed.

It’s mid-afternoon when Marcus appears again, having been pulled away for a bite of lunch by his brother. His expression immediately softens upon setting his eyes on you and his daughter.

Anna stands, says a quiet goodbye and ducks out of the room, taking a couple of empty plates with her.

Leaving you with your daughter and your husband.

You’ve never been so happy in your entire life. You can’t think of any moment that would be able to make you happier.

This is everything you’ve ever wanted.

Marcus moves closer to take Anna’s seat, and then after a moment, rethinks and takes a seat next to you on the bed. His arm immediately settling around you, and your head resting against his shoulder.

“I love you so much - both of my girls,” he says into the top of your head and you smile.

“She’s perfect,” you agree, “Juliet,” you murmur and feel his arm tighten around you.

“Romeo and Juliet, huh.” He gives a light chuckle, and you nod. The two of you had come up with a few names and Juliet was the one your mind kept circling back to.

“Yeah, I think it suits her.” As if she knew you were talking about her, the sleeping baby begins to stir.

Marcus’ eyes light up, even more and he sits up a little, “can I?” he asks softly, and you grin.

“I’ll let you steal her away for a moment,” He kisses the top of your head before taking her from you gently and she looks absolutely tiny in the safety of his arms.

You curl on your side to watch father and daughter, adoration covering your features.

“I feel like I’ve known her for years already. Is that weird?” He glances at you, and the way she stares up at him, almost makes you cry.

“Not at all,” you manage eventually, and he begins rocking her gently.

“She’s perfect,” he repeats your earlier words, and you think back to that morning, when he’d been able to hold his daughter for the first time and how he’d been so happy and in love that he’d cried.

Now, you feel tears welling in your eyes as you watch the two of them.  

“Hey now love, don’t you cry, or you’re gonna’ make me cry again too.” He whispers, Juliet seemingly falling back asleep.

“I just love you so much.” You say in a breath and he leans back against the headboard, holding his daughter carefully, and you up against his side.

He can hardly breathe. For once, the amount of love within him leaves no room for anything else.

It’s an intoxicating feeling. For the both of you.

You stay that way for a long while, you doze in and out of sleep, tucked in against Marcus, and Juliet settled, peacefully in his arms.

There’s a light knock on the frame of the open door that has you both glancing up to see Lucius, who holds his hat nervously in both hands.

“Lucius, come in!” Marcus calls his younger brother in, and you find yourself slowly waking up.

“I thought I’d better come up and meet her.” He moves into the room, and straight over to Marcus’ side of the bed, desperate for a first look at his niece.

With Juliet also beginning to wake, he holds a finger out for her tiny hand to grab. “She’s beautiful,” he tells the two of you, “like her Mama.”

Again, you feel more hot tears well in your eyes and Marcus leans over, to wipe a few away with his thumb.

He smiles proudly, looking between the three of you before his eyebrows raise at Lucius. “Do you want to hold her?” He asks and you both grin knowingly at his anxious expression.

“Oh.” There’s a pause. “I would love to,” he answers eventually, placing his hat and jacket down before letting Marcus place her in his arms.

He sits down carefully in the chair next to the bed, looking slightly more relaxed as Juliet stares up at him.

“You’re a natural,” you encourage, and Marcus kisses your forehead again.

He smiles up at you from where he’s rocking her gently back and forth in his arms.

“Did you decide on a name yet?” he doesn’t look up as he asks, and you catch Marcus’ eye.

“Juliet,” a natural fit, the name sounds so much like home when he says it.

“Romeo and Juliet?” He guesses, and you both nod.

“Mama can’t wait to meet her,” he tells you, “do you think you’ll go home tomorrow?”

“Hopefully,” the two of you speak at once.

You become a little more reserved, mainly lost in thought about what your own Mother would have to say about meeting her Grandchild, has she still been around. You hope your Father manages to tear himself away from his work to find time to visit.

Marcus gives your hand, wrapped in his, a soft squeeze.

“she’ll have you wrapped around her finger before you know it, Lucius.” He laughs and you shake your head, thumb rubbing circles against the back of his hand.

“I think she already has. I mean, look at the two of them.”

Lucius simply smiles in return.

The sun’s begun its descent behind the surrounding buildings when Anna comes back in, busying herself with lighting candles and drawing the curtains before pouring you a fresh glass of water.

She glances, pointedly between the two brothers. “They will both be needing to get some rest, gentlemen.”

Lucius carefully places Juliet in Marcus’ arms and moves over to your bedside to give you a gentle peck on the cheek.

“Come and visit us again soon,” you say softly, and he nods with a half-grin.

“Oh, I definitely will.” He pulls his jacket on and places a hand on Marcus’ shoulder, “Congratulations again you two, she’s beautiful.”

You sniffle slightly, both exhaustion and sheer love making you emotional and teary eyed.

Lucius leaves with another long look over at the three of you, heart filled and the underlying need to have a child of his own, sitting deep within his soul.

Anna leaves the three of you in peace after your protest about Marcus leaving as well.

“I need you here,” you tell him, seriously when she heads out.

“I don’t want to leave you either, sweetheart.”

You were his stars; he was your moon and Juliet was the sun.

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[thatlittlered]

I watched all episodes of 'The Alienist' and holy shit, I'm hooked. I kinda want to start writing for the show but I haven't really come across any fics about it so I'm not sure if anyone wants it?! Let me know please.

#the alienist #the alienist imagine #the alienist x reader #tnt #the alienist reader insert #laszlo kreizler #john moore x reader #john moore #laszlo kreizler x reader #luke evans #marcus isaacson

[over-active-imagination]

Dinner Manners

(Not my Gif)

Synopsis: One of Sarah's friends has a run in with an old flame and a terrible dinner guest.

Warnings: SMUT, Mentioned minor character death, swearing, Fem!reader, Victorian Ideals.

A/N: I have been working on this for about three months beacuse I kept getting writers block or distracted. So please enjoy! I also haven't edited it..please forgive my mistakes it any lmfao

Masterlist

The soft piano lilted through the dinning room at Delmonico's as Y/n entered the building holding onto her friend Sarah's arm. Miss Howard had practically begged Y/n to dinner with her and John. Citing that they both missed her a great deal wanting to know how all about her time abroad in Paris and London.

That is what they said at least.

Then she saw another man sitting across from John with only two seats available. One next to Mr Moore and the other next to the bearded stranger. Upon their arrival both men stand up quickly John pulling out the chair for Sarah leaving the Y/n and the other man awkwardly staring at the empty one.

"Well this is a surprise" Y/n says quickly in a polite tone moving to take the seat before it was pulled out. She hated having things done for her.

"Mmm I would agree. Feels quite a bit like an ambush" The man to the left of her says. This causes Y/n to straighten up more, agitated by the fact he sounded so stiff.

"Yes, well since you called it what is is," John hums a bit and natures to the pair. "My dear I wanted to introduce you to Doctor Laszlo Kriezler a close friend of mine. Laszlo this is Miss Y/n Y/l/n a dear friend of Sarah's who has been travelling abroad with her family." John smiles brightly.

Both Laszlo and Y/n knew this was intended to be a blind set up the moment Sara and John snickered to each other. Deciding to just play along for the time being the younger woman looked up at Doctor Kreizler.

"Its a pleasure to meet you Doctor, Be it that our friends have taken it upon themselves to force this meeting" She hums not attempting to hide her annoyance.

"I wish I could say the same" Laszlo says simply causing every part to look at him in shock.

"Laszlo!" John and Sara say together shocked at his bluntness, sure they knew Kreizler wasn't the most well mannered man. But usually in public he could restrain himself.

"What? You two decide to throw both Myself and this...woman...into a very uncomfortable situation. How do I know you didn't just pay for her to be here just so you didn't feel bad for having me as a third party." He hisses causes the Woman to his left too snort.

"And the same could be said for you Doctor" She snaps back just as quick.

"That is a bold response coming from a woman in a very low cut dress" Laszlo says flatly and that was the last twist of the knife the young lady needed to hear.

"With all due respect Doctor...go fuck yourself" Y/n says and stands throwing a glass of wine into his face before storming out of the restaurant.

Laszlo however stayed seated picking up a napkin and wiping his face.

"Well she certainly makes an impression" He grumbles causing both of his friends to sign exasperated.

"As do you, you idiot" Sara huffs "I expect that you will go an apologize to her or I will never speak to you again"

"Thats a bit dramatic even for you Miss Howard." This earns a glare from John.

"You know what Laszlo, I share Miss Y/l/n's last sentiment. And be thankful I haven't received my wine yet"

With that Miss Howard rose to her feet and quickly followed her friends path. Wanting to find her and ease the anger that had bubbled up from the unfortunate meeting. Leaving John and Laszlo together for a less than comfortable dinner.

The young woman often made sure every engagement she went to was void of the handsome Hungarian man since that night. Usually she was pretty safe as he Laszlo rarely made public appearances, for example the party she had just come back from was void of the man right up until she made it home.

Teetering a bit on her heels that where all the rage back in Paris, she opened the door humming a soft tune. It was honestly a rather dull affair but the champagne was good and flowing.

"Oh...Miss...you're home. A gentleman is here to see you" The housekeeper, Ms. Fitzwilliam coos at her happily as Y/n kicks off her shoes jumping at the sudden voice glancing up.

After registering who it was the woman smiled a bit and nodded at her.

"Is there? How wonderful! Please make sure they are aware I want nothing to do with them as you send them away." She airily flourishing a hand as she move gracefully through the hallway towards the the sitting room off the main foyer.

"Umm..are you sure Miss? He is quite dashing and-"

"I don't care if he is the bloody king of England! Send. Him. Away."

Ignoring the way her housekeeper followed spluttering behind her as she looked up making eye contact with Laszlo who had been sitting in one of the high-backed armchairs a class of Port in his hand.

"I see your colourfully language is still the same" he says taking a sip of his drink. Laszlo would be lying if he said he wasn't bit stunned at how..disheveled the woman looked. She looked like a very different person then the one who he had observed at dinner.

Strands of her hair had fallen from the elaborate braid she had, the pieces framing her face. Slowly his eyes gravitated lower to her chest for a moment watching it heave under the effort of the tight corset that lay beneath the dark green lower cut dress.

Damn those Parisian designers.

"Well the statement stands, although I regret comparing you to the King of England"

"That is an inappropriate way to treat a guest" He replies gruffly, tightening his hand on the cane as she rolled her eyes.

"Right, of course. As I should always hold myself up to your high esteem right Doctor? Like how you practically called me a harlot. In public! Before rushing out of dinner leaving me ALONE." Y/n snaps and throws her shoes down onto the ground.

"You are acting like the children I work with" He retorts and realizes perhaps that was a mis-step as her glossy shoe comes hurling at his head. "Verdammter Scheiß!"

"Ms. Fitz, Show this pompous asshole out of our lovely home" Y/n snaps and moves to leave gasping when she feels his hand grip her upper arm.

"You will not speak to me that way. Ms. Fitz if you wouldn't mind giving us the room" Kriezler says in an authoritative tone. Fitz looking between both her mistress and the Doctor.

"It's fine, I can handle myself. Goodnight Ms Fitzwilliam" The woman says her voice still strong but Laszlo could sense her wavering. The older housekeeper nodded a faint smile on her lips as she moved to shut the parlour door.

"Do you enjoy making a fool of yourself?" Laszlo whispers harshly into her ear. "Do you enjoy making me mad? Testing my patience? Pushing me over and over again? Making me lie to our friends? To Dear Ms Fitz"

His tone made her shiver and bite her lip. Slowly allowing herself to press back into his body.

"No one asked you to lie to Sara and John. Just like no one asked you to humiliate me” She snaps reminding herself why she was so angry with him.

“We both know that is an inaccurate statement, as you have on many occasions asked me to humiliate you” Laszlos voice makes her shiver.

The pair had met each other at a seminar her father was holding on new ideas for child medicine. Laszlo had been more open minded then. Not so set in his ways often finding himself in discourse with the younger woman, who would often twist a knife just to get a rise out of him. He really believed that a beautiful relationship could blossom between them…until her father died.

Then she had went away. No words where exchanged, no goodbyes given. Just one day he walked by the home and the doors where closed and drapes hung over all the furnishings to keep the dust away.

Something that caused Laszlo a great deal of pain, Something he had never mentioned. Even though they made a point to send letters to one another it just wasn't the same. So when he caught a glimpse of her walking into Delmonico's he become a swirl of emotions, most he had never let himself feel. Until that moment their eyes locked again.

"You mean like how you left me alone Schatz." He husked and instantly regret and guilt caused her to relinquish the upper hand to him.

"Las I didn't-" She went to say something but found her words caught in her throat.

"How could you know! You left! You left and never told me that you planed to go." Laszlo snaps pushing her against the wall looking down at her, his eyes full of emotion.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't know I-it would hurt you so much" She says in earnest reaching up and gently touching his cheek. Trying her best to quell the beast brewing beneath the surface.

Laszlo did not reply leaning in and kissing her fiercely. He didn't want to speak about it any more. He just wanted to feel her again, have her close to him. He reveals in the soft moan that escapes her lips and the little bit of writhing she does attempting to get control.

"Stop it. We have been apart for too long and I have to remind you who is in control" He gravels out he roughly pushes her down onto the chaise lounge before kneeling between her legs.

"Pull up your skirts" Laszlo commands and nervously the girl does so, gasping as he lounges forwards licking a stripe along her thigh to her core.

It had been a long time since either of them did this. With anyone and Y/n was shuttering with delight as the man hadn’t lost his touch. A whine escapes from her lips and it sounded like a perfect melody to him.

A warmth started spreading throughout the woman as he head feel back with a soft thud against the head of the chaise. Just when she thought that warmth was going to over take her Laszlo pulled back. Another whine came from the back of her throat but before another word could exit her lips, Kriezler pushed into her warm welcoming heat.

"Oh Doctor!" She exclaims and he is hovering over her.

Originally he was going to draw this out, make her beg and plead for him. Be a touch mean to her in order to prove how much she needed him. But in the end he was over taken by his own primal urges to be one with her. All those other things could wait until later. Right now he just wanted to feel her, hold her and chase after their mutual pleasure.

He listened to all the soft whines and cooing that passed her lips. A smile gracing her usual scowl and kissed down the column of her throat.

"Thats it my little dove, Mein Schatz" He groans and Heiress looked up at him with so much unshared emotion both of them knew what they wanted to say but could never find the right moment.

"Laz...I-" She starts and he kisses her swallowing the admission.

"I know you don't have to tell me" He whispers and starts to speed up watching her come apart for him. Just like she used to, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders a high pitched sound escaping her chest.

The Doctor soon followed after her panting and resting his forehead on her chest. His eyes closed as a tear drips down his checks. It had been so long since he had been with anyone let alone the one woman he had been in love with. Laszlo instantly melted has her fingers carded into his hair as the both start to breath in tandem.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you" Y/n says softly after a moment of silence.

"I know" He answers slowly looking up as she wipes his cheeks.

"I was just so angry" She sniffles "And that wasn't fair to you"

"Listen we can work all of this out later. Right now I just want to hold you, will you let me?" He asks in earnest and she nods whining softly as he pulls out and moves to create room for him.

"I have and always will love you Laszlo" She whispers "Even if you call me a whore"

"And Ill always love you, even if you call me the King of England" He hums chucking when she smacks his chest.

"I told you I didn't mean to call you that" The woman laughs and he smiles down at her kissing her once again both thankful to be back in one another arms.

#laszlo x reader #laszlo kriezler #Smut #fan fic #the alienist #alienist #john moore #female reader #one shot #reader insert #Angst #Fluff #Sassy Laszlo #Sassy Reader #Imagine #The alienist #Sara howard #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl #fanfic #fluff #laszlo kreizler #film

[somethingthatsaysbubbles]

THE RIPPING CASE OF MS. DELIA RODWICK — Masterpost

SUMMARY: In an effort to solve the murder of several New York prostitutes, Dr. Laszlo Kreizler finds himself receiving a private dance from Bellerose’s most popular burlesque dancer. [This series takes place between Seasons 1 and 2 of The Alienist.]

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. Spoilers for Seasons 1 and 2 of The Alienist. Rated E for Explicit Sexual Content. Rated M for Meat and Mature Themes. Smut. Sex. Oral Sex (Laszlo Receiving). Oral Sex (Reader Receiving). Vaginal Fingering. Penetrative Sex (Penis in Vagina). Unprotected Sex. Dom!Reader. Sub!Laszlo. Possessive Language. Explicit and Enthusiastic Consent. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Body Worship. Breast Kink. Self-Degradation. Praise Kink. Size Kink. Minor Creampie/Breeding Kink. Foot Kissing. Discussions of Sexual Experience/Inexperience. Aftercare. Love Marks/Hickies. Discussions of Marriage/Courting.  Smoking. Drinking/Alcoholism. Choking (The Non-Sexual Kind). Nonconsensual Touches/Workplace Harassment. Undressing. Nudity. Explicit Descriptions of Arousal/Genitalia. Masturbation/Mentions of Masturbation. Graphic Descriptions of Gore and Violence. Murder/Serial Murder. Corpses. Death. Crime Scenes. Blood. Mentions of Prostitution and Sex Worker Prejudice. Violence Against Women/Sex Workers. Mentions of Domestic Violence/Child Abuse. Discussions of Childhood Trauma. Discussions of Religious Hypocrisy. Bible Verses and Churches. Canonical Disability. Mentions of Abortion, Stillbirth/Pregnancy Complications, and Coma. Loss of Family. Kidnapping. Grief. Fear. Fire. Eviction. Angst. Fluff. Letter from A Serial Killer. Malicious Evangelicalism/Catholicism/Religion. Explicit Discussions/Descriptions of Murder and Serial Murder from Perspective of Serial Murderer. Scenes of Explicit Torture. Bondage and Gagging (Non-Sexual). Broken Bones/Extreme Bodily Harm. Implied Nonconsensual Voyeurism. Stalking. Knives/Pliers. Denailing/Nail Removal. Stabbing. Guns and Gunshot Wounds. Hospitals, Doctors, and Nurses. Morphine/Prescription Drug Use. Mentions of Autopsy. Hurt and Comfort. Happy Ending.

Word Count: ~35K

Fandom: The Alienist

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x AFAB GN!Reader

A/N: Completed Work! The reader in this story is gender neutral (They/Them), and there is no use of binary, gendered language—such as “woman,” “man,” “Miss,” “Mister,” “female,” or “male”— in reference to them. However, the reader has breasts and a vagina because that is what I—as a nonbinary, AFAB author—am most comfortable writing. The reader regularly switches between wearing period-accurate, assumed-feminine clothing and period-accurate, assumed-masculine clothing. I apologize for any historical inaccuracies. If you catch a typo or would like to be added to the taglist, let me know. Lastly, a huge shoutout to @bruhlsbees for reading as I wrote. Your love and support kept me going. 

TAGLIST: @scuttle-buttle @bruhlsbees @apparrio @livvyshmiv @ajeff855 @imalsonotsure @bubblegum28universe @frozenhuntress67 @uncomfortablebagel @janine-007​

Chapters:

The Water Lily Room

Above the Vaulted Sky

It’s Cold Outside

I’ll Wait For You

Exquisite

Is Love’s Bed Always Snow? 

I’m Here

Una Furtiva Lagrima

Eternally Yours 

This, and My Heart Beside

Extras:

Chapter 1: Sneak Peak

Memes

Read it on AO3!

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[roguelov]

Hand in Hand

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

Reader: Gender Neutral

Word Count: ~1500

Warnings: Minor angst towards the end, but mostly fluff

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

Why him?

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

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

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

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

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

“Having fun, Doctor?”

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

Laszlo shook his head, “Not entirely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luckily, a chance would arise.

After a long night scouring over old clues, John finally declared everyone should return home to rest. Sara agreed along with yourself, Laszlo however only hummed in response. You doubt he was truly listening. John and Sara left, they offered to wait for you, but you said you will leave in a few minutes saying they didn��t need to. They shared a glance, but left together none the less.

That was moments ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laszlo chuckled.

There.

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

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

“Laszlo?”

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

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

“To the best of my abilities.”

“What am I to you?”

He blinked in shock. “Pardon?”

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

He was at a loss for words.

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

“… anything?” He whispered in disbelief.

“Yes, anything.”

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

Ah. There it was again.

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

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

“Excuse me?” You stepped back horrified.

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

“Why is that?”

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

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

He promptly shut his mouth.

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

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

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

He chuckled. “You are relentless.”

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

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

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[tnystrk-exe]

Everybody Loves Sombody

Masterpost

Warnings: Reader has knife injuries, internalized homophobia

“My dear boy,” Laszlo sighed, taking in the sight of you from the bathroom door. “What troubles have you put yourself through this time?”

You sloshed water in your mouth and spat out now pink tinted liquid into the sink. “Got in a fight,” you shrugged, looking at him through the mirror, “Nothing major. No need to worry, hermoso.“

Shaking his head Laszlo went to grab his supplies to patch you up, making a mental note to restock it sometime soon. What a knack you had for using up his supplies. “And would you like to tell me the reason?”

“Not really.” You sat on the edge of the bathtub and pulled Laszlo’s stool between your legs. When he took his spot in front of you, you ran your fingers along his beard. “They were bad mouthing you. How could I allow that to happen?”

“I’m not a child, I can take it.” Still he didn’t resist leaning his cheek into your palm, eyes closed as he indulged in the contact. “Drágám, you mustn’t let people get under your skin for the sake of me. It’s not worth it.”

“No, I will get into every fight, because they’re wrong. As far as I’m concerned the only times ‘fuck’ and ‘Laszlo’ should be uttered in the same sentence is when it’s breathless and full of adoration. I always think it sounds so lovely when it’s gasped.”

Laszlo snapped his eyes open in surprise, a blush quickly heating up his cheeks. While the two of you had been together for many years in secret he still held some shyness. Vulgarities were considered more your specialty. How you enjoyed flustering your lover. You couldn’t help the look of devotion as you watched the usually smart man fumble with his own thoughts. Leading your hand down his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss, eager to show him how loved he was. Despite your best efforts you could never convince him that he was worthy of love. You didn’t mind using all your time to prove him wrong though. Pulling away from him, you kissed along his jaw. It could nearly be considered worship.

“I’d get beat a thousand times over for you, Lo.”

“You have,” he said, recovering himself with an unimpressed tone. However he was betrayed by the pulse on his neck that you were stroking with your thumb.

“A thousand times more should suffice then.”

He kissed your shoulder before pushing you away lightly. Getting his things ready, he set to work on cleaning you up. “How many was it this time?”

“Just two.” You gripped his thigh as he cleaned the cuts on your face with peroxide. “I could have taken them if they hadn’t pulled a knife. Luckily, they just went deep enough to think they made me feel threatened.”

“You’ve got no sense of self preservation.”

“Somehow, I don’t think you’re the best judge of self preservation. I pick fights with people, you have us chasing down murderers. Two very different things.”

“They’re still people,” he hummed, “Capable of horrible things, but human by all measures.”

He placed a final plaster on your cheek bone, satisfied with his work. The cuts in your mouth obviously weren’t too bothersome for him to have to care for though he’d obviously still send Stevie out for some medicine. You’d heal up soon enough just to eventually land you right back here. The moment had become a ritual of sorts. Often he wondered what in the world brought the two of you together. Why were you so seemingly devoted to the point where you’d risk yourself to defend him? Laszlo Kreizler dedicating his life to YN? That was logical. That made sense, but the return of that is what sent the whole equation into chaos. Then there were the mountain of differences that should have made you incompatible however they only served to make him appreciate you more. He loved you for your oddity and reluctance to allow others to sway your spirit. Strain was only ever brought on by the fact that the love the two of you had forged together had to remain in the darkness. Such a pure thing, the only good thing in his life, treated as if it was revolting only because of how you were born.

He hated it.

Everything that had to be done to make it seem as if you were nothing more than friends. An apartment he had to pay for and furnish that you’d hardly ever spent time in. “Business trips' you went on when people began talking. The girl you kept around so that no one would be suspicious. Even if it was for the sake of public image. A quid pro quo forged between the two of you so she could also lead a life with her secret lover. He couldn’t help feeling anything but jealous. Laszlo would have much preferred having you by his side at those events than having to watch you from the sidelines. Maybe eventually you’d wear her ring around your finger. Her husband instead of his as you should be. She’d be regarded as the person who loved you most in the world and he’d be resigned as nothing more than a friend you were fiercely protective of. What a cursed thought.

If only it was another time…

Laszlo watched you, raising a brow at your discontent look. His thumb worked to sooth away the small pout that your mouth adorned. “What is it, liebling? Are you in pain?”

“I was out in the world protecting your honor and all I get in return is a bandage?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Yet you choose me time and time again, cariño.”

Diligently, Laszlo kissed every bandage and bruise. Bringing your hands to his lips, he left more scattered on your scraped knuckles. The taste of your blood lingered lightly on his lips, but he didn’t mind it.

You couldn’t help basking in the affection. Remembering back to the days when he wouldn’t spare a glance your way, look how far he’d come. It wasn’t easy by any stretch. However, you couldn’t ignore the pull to him no matter how hard you tried. The melancholy man, then still closer to a boy, held your heart in his fist the second you laid eyes on him. The definition of beauty and genius embodied in a perfect package.

He, unfortunately, hadn’t found the same thing in you, first he had hated you. Everytime he looked at you he heard his father’s words of disapproval. Disappointment… Imposter… Queer... If he was right about this… he had to be right about everything else. He couldn’t be allowed to be right about a single thing. Laszlo Kreizler was out to prove his father wrong and make a proper name for himself. All he had to do was not give you the time of day. His distaste for your presence was known because somehow he’d always have something to do. You’ve heard more goodbyes from him than hellos those first few weeks.

Still you didn’t allow yourself to be driven away. Everyone else be damned on your mission to get him. There was a reason he was so angry with you and suspected exactly what that was whenever you caught his eye. You knew he had to feel something too. He wouldn’t have reacted so extremely if he didn’t. So you started slowly, placing pastries and small snacks on his study desks when he was too taken with his books to notice. Sometimes specifically chosen dried flowers whose meanings would never wilt away would accompany the foods. This went on for a while. The silent victory you felt when you noticed him walking around with a book of floriography was unmatched. It seemed the quiet messages of care were doing the trick.

Slowly, he allowed you closer. You didn’t mind it, you understood his struggle. Sometimes you would get angry at yourself too. How much easier would it be just to find what you were expected to? Find a wife. A child or two. Maybe they might make you forget these things. They wouldn’t be worth the risk of losing. No longer having to hope the person of your affection would glance in your direction for a moment. But that never lasted in your thoughts. Especially not when you came across sprigs of thyme and blue salvia tied to a note with a meeting place and time.

So began your study sessions in a recluse field. Laszlo was admidant on being away from everyone when the two of you were together. Even if he wasn’t so outwardly expressive of it, he knew he reacted differently to you than the others. You had a calming sensation for him and helped him feel more at home in his skin. His angry quips lighter, less looks of annoyance and more fondness, and the way he allowed you to string him into your antics without as much complaint. They’d notice these things. They couldn’t be allowed to, it would be social suicide.

Those fears had done nothing to stop what was to come. The gentle pull you had on each other tugged you closer and closer. Until the night when both of you had too much wine and finally closed the space between. The kiss had been slow, careful but it had felt right after months of this long dance. Laszlo had pulled away all too soon, but you knew there wasn’t much longer. He’d be yours just as you were his.

“What are you thinking of?”

“Always you.”

“I’m right here.”

You stood up, making to grab your things to cut his hair. It had been a while since his last cut and you may as well take advantage of this time. He’d been spending a staggering amount of time in his study as of late. “Let’s go to one of the estates. The one surrounded by fields.”

“In the spring, drágám, you enjoy it more when the flowers are blooming.”

“Come, please.” Laszlo was accustomed to this ritual too and he would never lie and say it wasn’t his favorite. Moving his stool to the sink, he took his seat and leaned head back, you began to wash out his hair, making sure to massage his scalp as you did. “I do, but no flower could ever dream of comparing to you. You’re all I want. Let’s go.”

“What’s the haste?”

“Jane proposed to me, all business of course, but she did it. Honestly I never even expected getting proposed to…”

Laszlo looked at your face, guarded, “And? Did you agree? Is this some form of final outing?”

“No! Of course not! Would marriage be ideal for us? Probably. In theory it sounds smart. A constant shield, but I can’t do it. I mean I started ‘courting’ her because of the rumors of us. They’d never let you continue your work if they knew you chose to love me. That is how far I’d go. But marriage?” You shook your head rambling away. “I can’t do that to you. There’s only one person I’d die to marry and he’s right here with me. If you can’t call me your husband, I don’t want anyone else to do it. …Why? Do you think I should? I-I’ll do it if you want me to.”

The look on his face softened as he realized the jealousy he held for the woman was for nothing. It had been nothing before, but the possibility still singed when he thought of the idea. “Of course, I don’t. Loving you isn’t something I choose to do, I was destined for it. Remember how hard I fought against it? But how can one fight something they were born to do.” Laszlo sat up straight, resting his chin on your stomach as he looked up at you. He made up his mind about what he wanted to do within a second. What you deserved couldn’t be had, but he could do something that was just as good for you. “We’ll go in the spring. The wait would just be a couple months. You can do that for me, can’t you my dear boy?”

You nodded, pushing the wet hair away from his face. “I can, but you have to take me on dates from now until then. It’s the only way I’ll be happy about it,” you half joked.

“I wouldn’t dream of letting down my greedy boy,” he spoke quietly, leaving kisses along your torso. “You’ll get everything you wish for.”

“You.”

“For as long as we both shall live,” he laughed as you tugged at his hair, “and even longer after that.”

#the alienist #laszlo kreizler x reader #Daniel bruhl #reader insert

[cas-backwards-tie]

The Devil In Manhattan Masterlist

Laszlo Kriezler x Reader

Summary: Attempting to provide for yourself as a woman living on her own in New York City, you pursue a job at the controversial, yet esteemed Kriezler Institute.

Warnings: Scolding, Rudeness, PTSD

Mentions of: Murder

Chapters: A Change In Attitude |

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[noforkingclue]

No Questions Asked (Laszlo Kreizler x reader) Chapter 15

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“I have,” you said as you entered Sara’s agency, “a name.”

If there had been more people in it would’ve been an effective and dramatic entrance. However, only Sara was in and she looked over her shoulder when you spoke. She frowned and said,

“A name?”

“Of a possible suspect.”

This caught Sara’s attention. She put down the chalk she was using as you marched towards her.

“Who?” she asked

“A man called John Smith.”

“John Smith,” Sara raised her eyebrows in disbelief, “You think a man named John Smith killed those girls?”

“Look, I know,” you hopped onto your usual position on the table, “it’s the fakest name for someone to use as well as lots of people actually genuinely being called it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a John Smith.”

“Oh I’ve met plenty,” you said, “but then again they probably fall into the first category of using a fake name.”

“Is this going anywhere?”

“It’s a lead!” you said excitedly, “It’s something for us to go on!”

“Do you have a description?”

“Tall, dark haired, handsome.”

“That really narrows it down.”

“Popular with the girls.”

“The girls?”

“Yep,” you kicked your legs out, “the girls.”

“And by that you mean…”

“The prostitutes,” you said slowly, raising your eyebrows at her, “The girls. You’d be surprised what people tell them.”

“And you trust them?”

“’course! Why wouldn’t I? You think that they’re untrustworthy?”

“You pay them?”

“If they find anything useful.”

“So it didn’t cross your mind that they might give you a false lead for a quick payday?”

Sara shook her head and turned her back to you. You got off the table and walked slowly towards her.

“Oh and because people don’t give information freely it’s a reason to distrust it? Or is it where it came from?”

“I prefer to look at multiple avenues rather than just focus on one.”

“Which is what you have on this board.”

“Correct.”

“What have you found out?”

“They knew each other.”

“Huh?”

“The families,” Sara looked at you and smirked, “They each knew each other.”

“Well then,” you said, “they did keep that quiet. How do you know that they know each other?”

“John told me.”

“And John found out…”

“He’s a reporter,” Sara said bitterly, “wouldn’t tell me his source.”

“Bet he used the same as me.”

Sara glared at you but you just raised an eyebrow at her as you walked over to the board. You picked up the chalk and slowly wrote the name ‘John Smith’ on the board.

“You’d be surprised what people say in the presence of those they deem lesser,” you said with a sarcastic smile, “or how much people talk in their sleep.”

“Is that what you do? Blackmail?”

“An ugly word but yes,” you said, “How do you think I’ve survived for so long? People’s good nature?”

You underlined John Smith several times and after a moment’s pause you putting quotation marks around it. You tossed the chalk in the air before looking at Sara out of the corner of your eye and grinning.

“Multiple avenues,” you said, “Now, why don’t we show Moore and Kreizler that we’re just as competent as they are?”

For a moment you had thought you lost her. Then you saw the corner of Sara’s lip twitch and you realised that it was the exact opposite. Maybe you really had underestimated Sara.

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

[hannaswritingblog]

Headcanon: being an introvert and working with Laszlo Kreizler

Fandom: The Alienist

A/N: This is actually the first idea I'm doing because of my recent fandom survey and I’m excited for it! :D Following a) the vote for The Alienist as a fandom I should write more for, b) a suggestion to write for shy/introverted readers and c) votes to focus on headcanons, I decided to combine those ideas – for a good start. :) I’m kinda anxious about posting this headcanon, since it’s my first regular writing for the fandom, but maybe those who are genuinely interested in The Alienist will appreciate it.

Being an introvert, you appear to people as withdrawn and not too social

Even though working with Laszlo often requires you to interact with people

You don’t enjoy it as much as a lot of people seem to do

You can do that of course but you’re always reluctant to have too many interactions on your plate

Or when you’re pushed to talk to people ad lib

(Even though it doesn’t usually end bad)

Knowing how much can depend on what information you get from people sometimes drives you crazy

In opposition to Laszlo, who might appear withdrawn too

But thanks to his work he mostly knows how to get to people and how to overcome inhibitions, including his own

So he has no big issues talking to anyone

Especially when he needs it to help someone

Laszlo’s main goal is always to understand the big picture that stands behind your behaviour

(Which you can also read us ‘he loves to overanalyze’)

So he tries to understand where your disposition comes from

‘Are you sure, Y/N, that your mother’s attitude towards you went well enough not to surpress you?’

‘I’m sure, doctor Kreizler, that my relationship with my mother doesn’t affect my social skills in any way’

He wants to find out if you’re not suffering from trauma or any mental illnesses

To the point you’re often annoyed about it

But he mostly pushes you because he cares

And we need to admit he has a good reason

Some traits in introverts might overlap with traits in mental illnesses after all, at least superficially

Do I not like talking to some people and stress out easily because I’m introverted or because I had anxiety? I still can’t tell

On the other hand, Laszlo very much admires the same qualities in you he’s trying to fight

You usually do less talking and more thinking which is so, so much needed on some ocassions

You’re also more observant, even when everyone else would be distracted by their social interactions you can focus on other things

It doesn’t surprise Laszlo anymore when out of the blue you come to him, give him your assumptions about a given case, and then it turns out to be right

So wherever your qualities are coming from, it’s good you’re there

And you can help Laszlo with his work thanks to the way you are

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[scuttle-buttle]

Annnnd there's a very real chance the epilogue for Psychopathia Sexualis is dropping tonight 😳

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[lia-writes]

next to me

pairing: marcus isaacson x reader 

a/n: taking my own angst out on fictional characters, whats up. wrote this when i was a little bit heartbroken. some listening inspiration goes to breathe by taylor swift.

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Marcus has never been able to comprehend quite how much he loves you. The depth of his love goes so far past what science and logic can help him understand, that when you walked away from him, that feeling never once wavered.

A fire without smoke. In the overwhelming burn of getting too close, you found yourself doubting everything. What you wanted, what he wanted and what love was supposed to feel like.

Every time your gaze met, and you felt that warm pull inside your heart, your soul would flinch.

Hesitation.

He’d told you about Esther and the way they’d met and passed as quickly as ships in the night.

The heat of your skin under his fingertips, the heat of the blood that runs through your veins, never cooling.

But the idea of Marcus suddenly deciding he was able to settle down with you, and get married and start a family, chipped away at your mind, day in and day out.

You just couldn’t let the happy ending write itself.

Full stop, end of chapter.

Ships in the night.  

Seeing you across the room, at Delmonico’s is gut wrenching. His last sip of champagne catches in the back of his throat and his gaze is unable to be pulled from the sight of you and with another man.

You greet an older couple at the table in the corner of the room with a warm smile, before letting your partner pull out a chair for you.

Marcus places his empty glass down, with a little more force than necessary and counts each beat of his heart.

One. Two. Three. FourFiveSixSeven-

Lucius nudges him, having followed his brother’s gaze over to where you sit with another man’s hand holding yours. 

“You’re still in love with her?”

“I let her walk away, I always loved her”

“you still love her,” he repeats a little more firmly and the sight of you and him and the happiness that covers your features warm, pries apart his ribs and claws at his heart.

The champagne sits badly in his stomach, bubbling like your laughter used to at his bad jokes.

“I’m going to go get some fresh air,” he mutters, standing so suddenly that John, Laszlo and Sarah all look up from their lighthearted debate.

He moves toward the exit with a single glance in your direction. Exactly at the same moment you notice him.

It almost rips the breath from your lungs. You quickly swallow down the lump of unconditional love in your throat and watch him leave.

The lack of limits in your love for Marcus had you quickly cementing them in place. 

It wasn’t until now, with Jack’s hand in yours and his parent’s beaming at you from across the table, that you realize the true difference between your relationship with Marcus and this current one.

One had been natural. Perhaps a little chaotic, but the love had been there from the first time you’d met

Your new relationship with Jack had been constructed between your father and his parents. There was no fire. Simply smoke.

And now? You’re choking. You’re smothered in love you do not want and you’re watching the man you need, walk away.

You count each beat of your heart. One. Two Three-

It’s then you notice the table he’d come from. Lucius catches your eye and looks away. He’s the one other person who knows how much you hurt Marcus, and how even still, he would do anything for you.

You pretend not to notice the falling faces of those around you as you pull your hand from Jack’s and stand so quickly that the legs of the chair screech, unforgivingly against the floor.

The gold ring on your finger burns unbearably and your hands shake as you pull it off and place it firmly on the table, right in front of Jack.

He says nothing, mouth agape and stares at his parents. As if his mother and father can fix this in the same way that they pulled it together with neat stitches for him in the first place.

You’re icy cold as you move through the building, and out the door onto the street. One of the staff members follows behind, expecting he’ll need to wave down a cab for you.

Marcus stands close by, facing away from you with one hand in the pocket of his pants and the other running over his face.

For a few uneasy moments, your feet refuse to move. Until, in the way that waves will always return to shore, you’re pulled in his direction.

There’s something that twinges in his heart, his soul that makes him turn. Prepared to see another happy couple, he’s surprised when it’s you, standing in front of him.

Neither of you speak. You can’t seem to find the words and he knows exactly what he wants to say.

The three words pound along with his heartbeat. I love you; I love you; I love you.

You read each other’s expressions like the backs of your hands, a thousand thoughts and all of those unsaid words burning between you. The ice begins to melt as you drink in the sight of each other.

What feels like minutes later, you both speak at once, with three little words that intertwine together.

“I love you”

“I need you”

The crumbled empire of your love begins to rebuild.

#the alienist #the alienist imagine #the alienist reader insert #marcus isaacson #marcus isaacson x reader #marcus isaacson reader imagine #angst #lia-writes #really like this one! #requests still open #writers on tumblr #reader insert #still love italics

[over-active-imagination]

The Doctor and The Teacher

(Not My Gif)

Synopsis: Doctor Laszlo Kreizler wasn’t the easiest man to work for or understand. He thought he had everything planned out in his life, so what happens when a pretty Teacher makes her way into his calculated world.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, implied smut, implied age gap, mentions of depression (not super in depth), Victorian society ideas, Mature themes, sneaky John and Sara, (can my writing be considered a warning hahahah)

Work count: 3.9K

A/N: I just started watching the alienist so I took few liberties with this story. This is my first time posting on Tumblr so I hope you all enjoy! Obviously this is a learning process so bare with me while I attempt to figure this process out, most of my experience is with Wattpad and my own journal haha. 

Masterlist

Doctor Kreizler wasn't the easiest man to work for and he knew it. Laszlo was a blunt, obsessive and detail driven man. He was meticulous whether it was his work with Miss Howard and Mr Moore or the individual sessions he has with the children under his care. He demanded perfection and when that didn't happen he would let his disappointment be known, not always verbally but he would just give this look that let the offending staff member know he was less then thrilled with their performance. It always came from a good place though, he believed that everyone could be better and do better if they put their mind to it. Perhaps that why he was still alone after all these years. Perhaps his demand was a bit too high for him to successfully find a way to live in a world that was alien to him.

At least thats what he believed until he became away of Miss Y/n Montgomery who had been working in his school for the past year. She worked with the younger children teaching them English literature and history. The young woman had become a fast favourite amongst the children, most of the chattering away with her as they move from class to class and chattering about her to the beloved Doctor. She soon became a mystery to him, one that he wanted to solve. It seemed that whenever he entered a room she had just left it. Or if they happened to end up in the same room she was busy with a child or another staff member making it impossible for him to approach. The longest interaction he had with her was when she was first hired, they spoke briefly about what she was to observe and then of course occasional staff meeting. The longer she worked for the him, the more curious he became of this mysterious woman.

One afternoon he got his chance to watch her up close with a student. Little Janie Lewis was to come to his office for a meeting, it would be his first session with the young girl and he was sure she would be a little nervous about the up coming interview. He made sure his office was warm and welcoming for a small child, placing the doll house on the floor with a few toys she could occupy herself with while he asked her questions. What he did not expect was to hear two voices speaking outside his office. One of the specifically belonging to the Woman he had become transfixed on.

"Janie, Dr. Kreizler isn't scary. He is here to help you with those feelings of anxiousness that overwhelm you" A sweet melodic voice slips through the door, her words melting his heart.

"B-But he's so grumpy looking Miss, will you come in with me?" A smaller delicate voice replies, it was shaking from nerves but lighting up with hope.

"We can ask the good doctor but I think he wishes to speak with you alone" the same sweet voice from before replies. This causes Laszlo's knees to buckle a bit, no woman had ever had this effect on him before.

The knock on his door caused him to jump rushing to answer straightening his coat opening the door. The suddenness causing the women on the other side to jump and look at him. He was thrown off by how beautiful the young teacher was, her hair wasn't pinned back in a neat bun like most women in society. Half of it was pulled back and pinned a few strands of it framing her face, her dress was lightweight and a pale green fabric that was tied at the waist with a black belt. It was exceedingly different from the fashion of the ladies around him, the sleeves did not have the signature peaks at her shoulders but followed the natural trail of  her arms, ending just at her wrist. He was so in awe of the lady he almost forgot little Miss Lewis until she tugged on his pant leg.

"Ah Miss Lewis it is lovely to meet you" He says turning his attention to the child trying not to turn red from being caught staring.

"Likewise sir" She answered "Can Miss Montgomery come into my appointment with me?" Janie asks in a softer voice now clinging to the teachers skirt.

"Unfortunately not Miss Janie, I have to speak with you alone." Kreizler says to the young girl who whimpers softly and looks like she was close to tears. This tugs at his heart but he needed to see her without the influence of anyone else, he wanted the child to be honest and not tailor answers to the company present besides her bias towards him. He was about to say something else when the young woman speaks up.

"How about I come back at the end of your appointment and walk to back to your dormitory? we can stop by the kitchen and see if Cyrus can sneak us any cookies" The young woman says to the child bending down to her level. "I'm sure the good Doctor will have no objections to that"

Laszlo licks his lips and then nods "of course, we will be done in about an hour" he adds feeling like he was at a loss for words. This never happened to him but with her, it seemed like he was a young school boy again.

"See, I'll be back in an hour" The teacher coos at the child and Janie holds up her pinkie, a gesture Laszlo had never seen before.

"Pinkie promise?" She asks and at the teacher laughs locking pinkies and nods repeating the phrase to the girl. About to pull away when Janie huffs "You have to lock it with a kiss or else it doesn't mean anything!"

This statement caused Laszlo to chuckle a bit, in awe of child logic and watches the young teacher glance up at him before looking back at Janie smiling. The teacher and the child both bring their lips to their thumbs and proceed with the ritual before Miss Montgomery stands up.

"How foolish of me to have forgotten, not it has been fix. Ill you you soon" The teacher nods and then lightly guides her past Laszlo into the room before nodding at her boss "Thank for indulging us Doctor" She smiles and then turns to leave, her smile flustered Kreizler a bit and he had to shake his head turning back to the young girl beginning there session.

It had been a few months since that last encounter with the teacher and Kreizler had started to create little interactions between them. It started with him coming to her classroom after the students had finished for the day in order to ask her questions about things he already had the answers too. Soon this turned into her stopping by his office when he would get caught up in his work and not realize what time it was. Y/n would start to bring him food in the morning when she arrived in the morning and when she left at night. Even if he was pre occupied somewhere else she would leave a plate on his  desk wrapped in a cloth paired with an elegantly written note. Every time he saw her hand writing his heart would race, spending hours analyzing the words trying to see if there was a deeper meaning to all of this.

John Moore found it all very assuming to witness. In all the time he had know the Doctor he had never seen Kreizler so entranced with a lady. Soon He and Sara began meddling with the relationship between the pair, Sara would take Miss Montgomery out for luncheons and dinners chatting away about her work and slowly would change the subject to Laszlo. However she would not get much out of the teacher except for a blush and a shy smile whenever the man was mentioned. Moore and Howard came to the decision that both parties where completely and utterly infatuated with the other but too stubborn to say a word about it. This lead the couple to come up with a plan to coax Y/n and Kreizler to admit their feelings for one another.

Which is how they ended up here at the ballet, sitting in Moore's private box watching Tchaikovky's The Nutcracker  alone. It seems they both had been fooled into believing they where to be meeting with John/Sara for an evening at the theatre. Instead they where left with one another. The Good doctor practically jumping out of his skin every time she shifted and the sweet teacher twisting her handkerchief nervously. Both attempting to put on the facade of being invested in the performance when their focus was completely on the other.

As the music crescendoed Y/n turned to steal a glance at Laszlo only to catch him already gazing at her. They both smile awkwardly at the other, her cheeks heating up and the tip of his ears turning pink. The Doctor finally steals his nerves and gently places his hand on hers stopping the young woman from wringing the satin and lace. He doesn't look at her but he can hear her breath catch in her throat and body tense under his touch. This prompts him to gently lean over and place his lips next to her ear in a rather bold fashion.

"You seem nervous Miss Montgomery" He Husks and she shuts her eyes for a moment glancing back at him nibbling her bottom lip.

"The same could be said for you Doctor" Y/n whispers back and places a hand on the knee that was bouncing a bit and they hold each others gaze for a long moment.

Laszlo knew it was not proper American practise to do what he was about to, but he didn't care. He was looking from her beautiful eyes down to her lips completely captivated by her beauty. He watches her chest heave a bit and then slowly leans in placing his lips upon hers in a chaste kiss. The little mewl that escapes her lips causes a shot of electricity to run down his body straight to the growing problem in his trousers.

Kreizler pulls away and clears his throat watching the woman look up at her with perfectly innocent doe eyes. All in that moment his problem was getting worse, his urges stronger and his own self doubt in ruining this beautiful creature taking precedent over his want to kiss her again.

"My apologies Miss, but you'll have to excuse me." he says suddenly, standing and swiftly leaving the box without another word. Leaving Y/n alone and with the feelings that he must think her to be a harlot. She feels hot tears brim her eyes, humiliation settling deep within her stomach. This is what pushes to the realization that she could not bare how much of a fool he had made her out to be. That clearly all the feelings she had been harbouring for the man where just a game to him, or perhaps after this sudden kiss he realized was not what he wanted.

Kreizler unaware of the young lady's departure, did not return to the box until later. having rushed away to the lavatory to try and deal with his problem. Only to be shocked when he returned to find his little teacher was no where to be found. The only indication that she had been there was the smell of her lavender perfume and the handkerchief discarded on the floor. For a man who dedicated his whole like to understanding the human condition, he could not fathom what would have caused her to leave him alone at the Ballet. It did not dawn on the poor man that perhaps leaving a lady once you've kissed her in a dark theatre is not a chivalrous move, even if it was for a chivalrous reason.

He quickly picks up the satin and lace before rushing from his box. He was determined to find her and ask her why on earth she would leave him in such a manner. Making it out onto the street he looks around and Cyrus makes his way up to his boss.

"I don't mean to over step sir, but what in the name of god did you do to that poor lady" Cyrus asks looking at his boss with a slight note of contempt. "She left here crying like you went and humiliated her" This statement caused Krezlier to frown and his pride stepped in before his brain could catch up.

"I did no such thing! I went to the lavatory and when I returned she had left me alone."He snaps climbing into his carriage "Just take us home." the previous need to find the woman vanished in his own hurt and pain of the rejection both parties believed to be happening.

It had been a week since that night at the Ballet and Y/n had been avoiding the Doctor like he had the pox. She no longer would bring him food in the mornings and evenings, making sure to head straight to her room and leave right when class was over. If she saw Laszlo coming towards her down the hall she would turn the other direction. The young girl made quite the effort to avoid passing his office even if it meant it took her longer to get across the large estate. Her heart would ache every time they happen to make eye contact. His stare was no longer warm and welcoming but icy cold. It felt like he was looking through her now, like she wasn't even there.

Y/n couldn't figure out which was worse, His absence stuck with her  like a damp cold one gets from wet clothes that stick to your skin from the rain, lasting long after the articles have been changed. But then he does happen to look at her, when they are close enough she can smell his aftershave the pain that runs through her veins and chest is almost unbearable. It felt like someone had taken a match to each of the delicate veins in her body and lit them on fire the pain icy and cold. Her chest feeling like a knife was being twisted over and over again by the man himself. The poor teacher was falling farther and farther into a sadness she couldn't seem to climb out of. Plastering on a fake smile for the children that they soon began to catch on too, the little ones tried the best they could to help her. Though this was not something they could fix, no matter how hard they tried to.

This is what brought her pain to Laszlo's attention. He noticed as the weeks worn on, suddenly the children stopped talking of the happy sunshiny teacher they all adored. It was as if she had fallen off the world, like she no longer existed, however Laszlo knew this wasn't true. He was painfully aware of her presence in the school everyday. The guilt and pain he felt always bubbling up when he saw her turn or not meet his eye. He knew she hated him but he did not understand why all of a sudden these kids no longer spoke of her class or her games. He was baffled until he had a session with little Janie Lewis once more. She had become more comfortable with him, sitting at her spot with they dolls as he sat in his chair with a notebook. They had been talking about her mother and father, how there passing had effected the little one when suddenly she looked up at him with her pale face and bright green eyes.

"Doctor..do you think you could help Miss Montgomery?" She asks him in her little cool voice, tilting her head to the side as she watches him. He was a bit taken aback by the request.

"What do you mean Janie?" He questions the child and she nibbles her little lip worryingly.

"Well...She has not said anything directly to us, but..Some of us have noticed that she plays pretend around us" The child sighs shaking her head looking down at the dolls in her little fists.

"Plays pretend?" The doctor questions, a bit confused as to what she meant. He couldn't think of a reason for an English and history teacher to play pretend in her lessons.

"Yes. She is pretending to be the old Miss Montgomery but..but her eyes aren't as sparkly as they used to be. We are all worried, we try our best to make her happy but it doesn't seem to work. She just keeps pretending to me Miss Montgomery but its not her..Justin says she's a bit like Frankenstein's monster." Janie makes a face at this "But she's not that scary"

"Ah I see." Kreizler says pursing his lips, suddenly his understand and he is also impressed by how well the children notice things. It was amazing to see how they interpret the world around them but this was something to write about later. At the moment Janie was blinking up at him once more with this big green eyes expecting him to say more. "Well, I cannot promise anything but I will try to help her"

Janie seemed dissatisfied with that answer and she rises up onto her little feet. Her chubby hands making fists and she shakes her head, pointing a finger at him. "No you will help her, like you have helped all of us!" She sasses and Laszlo was impressed by her sudden assertiveness.

"I have asked her to come pick me up, but really I want you to talk to her so you will." she adds just as there was a knock on the door and both parties look at it. Before he had a chance to answer the child rushed over pulling Y/n into the room. "Doctor Kreizler needs to speak with you Miss"

Both the sweet teacher and the good doctor look at each other like they had been caught in a trap. A trap that had been conveniently expertly laid by the small six year old child located between them. This was a great deal of process for Janie and the doctor would have been impressed if not for the matter at hand. Y/n was giving him a similar look she had given him that night her hands clasped together.

"Is that so" The teacher voice fills the silence and Laszlo almost winces, it was no longer the same sweet voice that dripped with honey. It was now horse and thick, he started to understand why the children where so worried. He was too.

"Yes, indeed. Miss Janie will you shut the door as you leave" He smiles kindly at the girl who nods triumphantly and leaves the room shutting the door leaving the pair alone. He notices the shift in Y/n's behaviour, she had put her guard up and he was to blame for it.

"Is there something you need?" She asks him staring at her shoes, the hem of her dress swaying as she shifts. The dress was the same as the day he had first met her, that pale green one.

"The children are concerned about you" He gestures to the doll house where Janie had previously been. "They say you are playing pretend with them, that your eyes no longer sparkle"

"Yes well, its hard to work around a man who humiliated you every day and act like it never happened" She say deciding there was no reason to hide it.

"What on earth do you mean by that? you're the one who humiliated me" He snaps and she scoffs shaking her head.

"Excuse me? you left ME alone in the box after you..you..YOU KISSED ME" Y/n loses her temper snapping right back her chest heaving "I did not expect you out of all people to be playing games and treating me like some common Whore...I-I thought...I though you actually wanted more from me then...then just..." She trails off unsure If she could continue without crying.

Laszlo was stunned by her brashness and anger, this was the most worked up he had ever seen. Slowly he moves closers and pull her into his chest with his arm, it was a bit of a struggle but he held her the closest with his strong arm. Allowing her to punch and push and work out her upset before calming down. They both fall to the ground kneeling he gently takes her face in his hands looking into her eyes.

"I am so deeply sorry" He says looking at her glassy eyes "I should have explained that I wasn't leaving you alone...Just I needed a moment to collect myself...you make me feel like I'm a young man again and its terrifying" he admits and move the hair from her eyes tucking it behind her ear.

"You are an idiot" she say in a watery voice lightly shoving him "you don't just...leave a lady you've kissed alone! You kiss her again" this makes him tilt his head.

"You want me to kiss you again, after everything I've done?" He whispers unsure of himself notice her sniffle and nod.

"Of course I want you to kiss me again you imbecile! I am in love with you" She finally admits and launches forwards kissing him knocking him to the floor. This takes Laszlo by surprise but he lands on his back looking up at her a bit star struck.

"I believe I share the same feelings" he says back stunned and they both just share this moment, breathing heavily. She nods and then gets off him rising to her feet and fixing her gown as he leans up on his hand watching her.

"Ill see you for dinner then Doctor" She pants and he nods bitting his lip.

"Yes of course, Can I send you a carriage around 9 this evening?" He asks looking at her rising to his own feet leaning on the chair for support. Laszlo looks at her hopefully and his heart beats faster as she nods.

"Yes. Ill see you then Doctor" She breathes, her breathtaking smile returning to her lips and he couldn't help but more towards her and wrap her in a kiss once more.

"I shall see you then Miss Montgomery" Kreizler smiles as they part.

No he was not the easiest man to work for and he wasn't the easiest man to love. He demanded perfection, but whenever she looked his way all that pressure melted away. All that was left was just the pair of them in a world of imperfection.

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