#dr. laszlo kreizler

[thatwritererinoriordan]

If Loki and Mobius ran into Dr. Laszlo Kreizler in 1893, would they think "that guy looks just like Baron Zemo?"

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

Here's to one of the best actors of his generation, the versatile and multilingual king who's been pulling heartstrings for three decades with a variety of roles, faces, and languages... Happy 46th birthday, Daniel Brühl!

p.s. who's your favorite Danny character? Sound off in the comments or the tags—or don't. I'm not your mother. 😋

[nocapesdahling]

Put that Pen Away

Laszlo Kreizler x GN! Reader

My Masterlist

Summary: You come across a man writing in books in your bookstore and have to put a stop to it. Yet you can’t help but think he looks familiar and for a book vandal, he’s surprisingly charming. 

Warnings/Tags: Fluff; Modern Laszlo Kreizler; Featuring Laszlo’s glasses

Word Count: 667

A/N: This one is a bit short, but I’m very excited to be dipping my toes back into writing and a sweet and silly fic featuring Modern Laszlo seemed like a perfect place to start. Hope you enjoy!

You were walking the aisles of the store to see if anyone needed help and to make sure no books were out of place when you saw him. You first noticed his profile, bearded with a lovely nose, his neck wrapped in a scarf and a pair of clear circular glasses rounding out the look. What really made you stop however was not the fact that it was a handsome profile, but that he seemed familiar somehow.

As you gathered yourself and walked closer, the next thing you noticed was he had one of the books out open on one of the tables as he leaned over it. And he wasn’t reading it. Oh no, he was writing in it. Writing in one of your store’s books. That was unacceptable, it was defacement of the highest order. That poor book. Handsome familiar profile or not, you couldn’t let that stand.

“Excuse me, sir. You can’t write in the books. Please don’t do that.”

He sighed and it sounded world weary, like he’d been caught writing in books before and he was tired of people stopping him. Well good, he should be. He should have learned his lesson the first time.

He had the audacity to finish whatever it was he was writing before gently closing the book and sliding it back onto the shelf. You made a note of where it was for its later removal and held in a shudder at the thought that he might have written in others.

He turned to you and you moved your eyes away from the books to take in his face. The gasp you let out was hopefully inaudible. It was Laszlo Kreizler. The Laszlo Kreizler. The author whose books you’d devoured since he published his first Alienist novel, reading them again and again, and the man you’d had a slight crush on ever since seeing his author photo at the end of book one. Well if you were being honest with yourself, it was a little more than a slight crush. However, it was nice to fantasize about people you’d never meet, and a famous author was a harmless person to have a crush on. It’s not like you ever thought you’d meet him in real life. Your favorite author was here in your store, and even more handsome in person. Somehow. And he was writing in books?!

“Can I do it if I’m signing my own books?”

You then realized what aisle you were in. Mystery and Thriller in the K’s. He’d been signing his own books. He hadn’t been defacing anything after all. You were giddy in your relief and smiled at him without thinking.

He was patiently watching you. His dark brown eyes behind his glasses were piercing and seemed to take in every detail as he analyzed your face and expressions. At your smile, his cheeks reddened slightly and he glanced away.

“Yes, that’s okay Dr. Kreizler. That’s wonderful. It’ll be such a nice surprise for buyers. I may have to ask you to sign mine while you’re at it.”

His blush was impossible to hide now and he cleared his throat, his accented voice hesitant. “You know of me? You’ve read my novels?”

You smiled again and gave him a once over. His author photo really didn’t do him justice. “I’ve read all of them multiple times. They’re some of my favorites.”

“Oh… well, it’s nice to meet a fan.” He looked down for a moment before making eye contact again and smiling back hesitantly.

“It’s even nicer to meet you, Dr. Kreizler. Do you do this sort of thing often? Come to bookstores and sign your books?”

“Yes, I have been doing it for years now though I am not often caught.”

“Really? That’s amazing. I’d love to hear more about it and any of your other signing misadventures over coffee. What do you say, Dr. Kreizler?”

“Coffee sounds lovely. On one condition.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“That you call me Laszlo.”

Reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated. Thanks so much for reading!

A/N: This is the first fic I’ve posted in ages, so I hope you all liked it and please let me know if you did! 

If inspiration strikes, then I might end up writing a sequel to this about their cozy coffee date because I love the idea of drinking a hot beverage and talking about books with Laszlo. 

My Masterlist

[laszlobruhl]

Amazing artwork

by Heidi Berg

[baron-zemo-barnes]

Daniel Brühl on Instagram

[vervainariadne]

They say you become someone whom your younger self would feel safe and accepted.

Karen is a lot like Laszlo, and I guess Laszlo's inner child felt safe around her.

It was so comforting for me to watch them. Felt professional and mentally engaging but at the same time it felt like home and natural for me.

[nocturnal-cryptid]

I actually want Daniel bruhl so bad it makes me physically ill

[packet-of-staples]

I LOVE ECCENTRIC LATE VICTORIAN DETECTIVES WITH STUDIES PEOPLE DONT UNDERSTAND!!

[miss-wednesday-art]

🔎 i recognized my own weakness, and it gave me pleasure

[my insta]

[geekstuffkittykat]

Finished the alienist and this shot here not only broke my heart it accurately represents how we both were when the last episode finished. The pain in his eyes in this scene just...really got me so I painted it. Something about intense emotion I can't help myself.

[kreizler-pupil]

I wonder if the Mary/Laszlo relationship had a shade of kinky? Mary clearly enjoyed his timidity whenever he needed her to do something for him (like tie his shoes), "punished" him by leaving him to do this on his own when he misbehaved towards her (such as in "These Bloody Thoughts" when she went out with Moore), and also, there was this scene where he sniffed her clothes. Perhaps Mary and/or Laszlo somehow enjoyed their role swap, i. e. in public he was her boss and she was a nobody, and in private, he depended on her, and she was de facto his mistress?

Hi! Thanks for writing me, I love it so much when people leave me asks.

Regarding your analisis, I don't really see it that way. I see them both as shy towards each other, clearly because of the sexual/romantic tension between the two.

Speaking of Mary "punishing him", I also don't think that was the case. She was a young woman who got jealous and hurt, who always expected Laszlo to make a move that never happened, so she behaved in a way that a lot of us girls behave when we feel like that.

Although yes, the clothing sniff has a lot of sexual meaning in it (and that's obvious since Laszlo was kind of repressed in that sense and he did like Mary, so that was the closest he could get to another kind of intimacy), I feel like your view is severely influenced by a sexualized way of seeing life. I honestly believe that the writters went for a classic (and a bit cliché) kind of romance.

But yours is an interesting way of seeing it. It is true for me that Laszlo is uncomfortable because of his disability, I suppose Mary expected a more grateful treat from him to her because of all she did for him, and even some reciprocated love.

[pannypunkpanda]

Oh! Todays drawings from the stream I did earlier today on youtube

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LOVE IN THOUGHTS (2004) Daniel Brühl as Paul Krantz Paul Krantz giving young Laszlo Kreizler vibes in these moments.

[laszlobruhl]

My favourite behind the scenes pictures ❤️

[baron-zemo-barnes]

Daniel Brühl on Instagram ❤

[lettalady]

Made up fic title: The Sandcastle of Sorrow

The year is 1896. Dr Laszlo Kreizler ventures to the shore because one old friend gets engaged, one turns his attention from the city's problem of crime and corruption to the plagues of a nation – leaving the third to do what can only logically follow after getting a taste of what can happen if curiosity and the proper investigative methods are put to use.

So, yes, he leaves the city behind, hoping those haunted corridors of his mind might be soothed by a change of residence and the sounds of the sea. To escape the ghosts that walk the hallways of his home, that taunt and hunt him at every turn, that torment him with a possibility lost….