#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.

[pannypunkpanda]

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

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

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 ❤

[kreizler-pupil]

Laszlo Kreizler playlist

This isn't exactly a Laszlo playlist, but more of a set of songs that I associate with the feelings and thoughts I have for him (wheter it's because of the lyrics or the vibes of the song). I also believe some lyrics match with The Alienist world or Laszlo as a character.

It doesn't have a particular order, and some of the songs have to do with the story fanfic I make in my head with him.

What being in love with Laszlo Kreizler feels like

"The heart is simply a muscle." "Then why does mine beat faster whenever I see you?"

🪻Show Me Your Mind - Sunken

🪻Animal - Sir Chloe

🪻Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd, Lana del Rey

🪻Paris, Texas - SYML, Lana del Rey

🪻La leçon particulière - Francis Lai, Christian Gaubert

🪻Playing Dangerous - Lana del Rey (unreleased)

🪻Teacher's Pet - Melanie Martinez

🪻Bloom For Me - Pearly Drops

🪻Sour Switchblade - Elita

🪻Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

🪻Sex with a Ghost - Teddy Hyde

🪻Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

🪻Sad Girl - Lana del Rey

🪻(🇦🇷) In a Bar in Buenos Aires - Franz Gordon

🪻Glory Box - Portishead

🪻Pretty When You Cry - Lana del Rey

🪻Dark Beach - Pastel Ghost

🪻We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn

🪻Put me In A Movie - Lana del Rey

🪻Starstruck (Single Version) - Sorry

🪻The World We Knew (Over And Over) - Frank Sinatra

🪻All I Wanted - Paramore

🪻Damn Those Eyes - Ashley Sienna

🪻Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

🪻New York City - Among Savages

🪻Smooth Operator (Single Version) - Sade

🪻Infinite - Findlay

🪻Dark Side - Ramsey

🪻Way down We Go - KALEO

🪻See You Bleed - Ramsey

🪻Salvatore - Lana Del Rey

🪻Real Boy - Lola Blanc

🪻Distractions - Fabrizio Paterlini

🪻Idea 22 - Gibran Alcocer

🪻Hopelessly Devoted To You - Olivia Newton-John

🪻We'll Meet Again - Frank Sinatra

🪻older - Isabel LaRosa

🪻Time In A Bottle - Jim Croce

🪻I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire - The Ink Spots

🪻Desire - MEG MYERS

🪻Terrible Thing- AG

🪻I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

🪻You Are There - Frank Sinatra

🪻Once Upon a Dream - Lana del Rey

[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….