Your whimpered moans met his strained voice in the soft morning air. Daylight filtered in through slightly parted curtains to create a tableau worthy of the Sistine Chapel.
His body covering your own smaller one, muscles rippling and flexing as he takes you from behind.
You hadn’t intended to start the morning this way, on the contrary you’d had something else in mind- not that you were complaining. How could you with his plush tip bullying that tender spot deep within your fluttering walls. As a matter of fact, words failed you all together once his fingers joined the symphony, stroking and petting your swollen clit in an attempt to soothe the ache.
“Shhh, baby. Shit, so good, baby…” His voice is strained, abdomen muscles taught with the effort not to finish before you… it’s just that you're so tight, and those sounds you make? He still marvels that you don’t understand what a turn on your mere presence is to him.
The bed frame squeaked under the weight of your movements, headboard gently lapping at the wall like calm tides by the seashore with every roll of his hips into yours.
Large hands slid down your arms, freeing your trembling hands to link with his own. Soft praises and half curses spilled from his lips as he trailed open mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck.
“So good for me, yeah?” A groan resounded from deep in his throat as he met his own blissed out gaze in the full length mirror you’d recently purchased. He hadn’t understood the need for such a ‘monstrosity’ as he’d put it, but now?
Now he wanted to panel the entire house in mirrors.
Something about watching your face - all scrunched and flushed- riled up something practically feral in him. His chest rumbled in that entirely masculine way, his knees dug deeper into the mattress, his teeth dug into the tender skin of your neck drawing a strangled mewl from your lips. His hips began to roll more urgently, driving himself as deep within your warmth as he could manage. You responded in kind, driving yourself back onto him, begging and whining sweetly.
His heart swelled and thundered, stuttering as your release toppled him past that glorious precipice and into a delicious purple haze. You lay tangled in the sheets, dappled by morning sunlight. His heart squeezed at the feel of your fingers playing at the muscle of his bicep.
He wasn’t sure if he’d ever have words to tell you all that you meant to him. It seemed incomprehensible. How exactly did you tell someone that before them you’d been in the deepest of hells? That before you there’d been only darkness and misery. That you’d sparked something within him that he’d thought long dead. He might not be a poet, but then again, you’d never asked for a poet.
A/N: Hello~ So this series is not going to be written in chronological order. It's snapshots of them throughout their relationship, from whatever I'm vibing with that day. This is honestly just a way for me to still write while I'm in school; ficlets are easier to plan since they're so short and don't need a big plot. All smut ficlets will be marked and have their own warnings. I will have a masterlist up before I publish the next ficlet so it's easier to navigate. Now that that's out of the way, I hope you enjoy 💛
MDNI!!!
Warnings: Handcuffs, degradation, Sir Kink, rough sex, forced proximity?, creampie, PIV sex, multiple orgasm, squirting, unsafe sex, mean Brendon Park, after care, soft fluffy ending
Tags: @thedamnqueenofhell
“Fuck,” you moaned, thighs shaking, body slick with sweat as Brendon mercilessly led you through another orgasm.
When you had asked the surgeon what he wanted to do for his 40th birthday, you were picturing a small party, a nice dinner, or maybe even a short getaway to a warmer climate to escape the Pittsburgh winter. But he had other plans.
Which led you here, cooped up in a cabin outside of Pittsburgh. Snow and harsh winds assaulted the outside in temperatures well below freezing. While you initially wanted to complain, any apprehension left you as you took in the modern interior of the large, lakefront cabin. It had all modern appliances, heated flooring, homey decorations, and a large master bedroom accompanied by a jet bathtub. It fit both your desires: for you to be comfortable and for Brendon to be far away from anyone he deemed annoying (e.g., the majority of the population).
You had already gotten him an original artwork by a local P-burgh artist for his birthday, which he loved, and made his favorite dessert for a sweet treat. But while you were away, there was really only one thing he wanted.
“Fuck,” he groaned from his position between your legs, his breath fanning over your exposed core, “God, can you hear yourself?” he asked, referring to how loud and wet your pussy had gotten while he played with you. All you could manage in response was a whine keened from deep in your throat.
“Can’t even respond? Already too far gone?” he asked rhetorically as he nipped your inner thigh. You continued to whine, your thighs squeezing his shoulders as you went to involuntarily rub your thighs together for some relief.
“Fuck, you’re pathetic, I haven’t even properly fucked you yet,” he smirked up at you. Taking you apart and putting you back together had become his favorite pastime since your first hookup. Initially, you’d have to beg for him to be harsher with you, but once he felt how tight you got from a little bullying, a switch flipped inside him. Yes, you’d made love and felt him be gentle and take his time with you, but when it came to fucking the shark was out for blood.
“Sir, please,” you whined. You had no idea how long you’ve been at it, but you were on the edge of overstimulation, your brain had started to feel all fuzzy, and his stubble had made your inner thighs extra sensitive. If it weren’t for your degradation kink, you’d probably would have already called it, but God, you loved it when he was mean.
“Please, what?” he taunted, “Use your big girl words or Sir’s not gonna know what you need.”
Tears pooled at your waterline; you were too far gone to know if they were from frustration or overstimulation.
“Please,” you whimpered,
“Need your cock, mhm,” you whined, jolting as he absentmindedly played with your clit. God, you wished your hands weren’t secured to the headboard. All you wanted was to lace your fingers through his hair and grind against his face until you came. You shivered at the thought of the first time you sat on his face; it was the hardest you’d ever cum, at that point in time, at least. The thought of how wrecked he looked afterwards and how quickly he came made you clench around nothing. You loved it when he loosened your leash a bit and let you take the lead, but that wasn’t in the cards for tonight.
“You know that’s not how you ask, Princess.” He said, tracing your vulva. Now, actively ignoring your sensitive clit.
“Sir, please!” you begged, “Need your cock”
“God,” he groaned, “doesn’t matter how many times I try to teach you manners, you’re so fucking desperate. But then again, I guess once a slut always a slut.”
“Sir,” you panted, hot tears now actively falling down your face as you sniffled.
“Fuck, I guess it’s not your fault.” He taunted, “At least your pretty face is worth something, my own personal cum dump.”
“Sir,” you cried, trying desperately to grind upwards, despite his forearm bearing your hips down.
“Say it,” he started, “Admit you’re just a glorified cum dump and I’ll let you have my cock.”
“Fuck,” you panted, trying to focus,
“I’m a cum dump.” You moaned
“I guess you can follow directions,” he mused, “could have fooled me.”
Wordlessly, he stood up on his knees. You immediately clocked the stain of precum on the front of his boxer briefs. You’d never understand how he was able to exercise such self-control when it was obvious he was just as desperate. That thought was fleeting as his cock came into view; it was just as pretty as the rest of him. He was thick enough to feel the next day, but not so big that it would cause pain. Not that that would really matter now, considering how wet you were. It felt like he was planked above you in seconds, because of the state you were in.
“Color?” he prompted as he stroked the head of his cock between your folds.
“Gree-” you started, only to whine as the head of his cock grazed your clit,
“You need to stop?” he asked, always alert, no matter how hard he pushed you.
“No, I’m green, so fucking green, sir,” you replied, rushed. His look of concern morphed into his default smirk as he lined himself up.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he worked his way inside you, stopping as soon as he bottomed out.
“So fucking, tight,” he hissed, gripping your thighs roughly, hiking them up to his waist, and pushing forward until you let out a loud moan. He smirked down at you, knowing he had just hit that spot with the head of his cock. Without warning, he immediately pulled back almost all the way before slamming back into you. He set a brutal pace, pressing you firmly against the mattress. You could only moan and cry as he held you in place, using you as he pleased.
“Sir!” you moaned, as he panted and cursed into your ear, head tucked into the side of your neck. Your high was approaching the fastest it had all night, but it’s more intense, pleasure enveloping you whole as you cum with a scream.
“Fuck,” Brendon moaned, following you over the edge, pulling back one last time before thrusting back in hard, cumming deep within you. You both panted hard as you came down from your climaxes. Brendon shifted your weight to the side so he could stay inside you without falling on top of your spent form. He quickly undid your cuffs, easing your arms down, while inspecting your wrists. You curled into his chest as he brushed a few flyaway hairs that were stuck to your forehead before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You sighed contentedly as you came back into your body, surrounded by the man you loved.
“Back with me, Angel?” he asked softly. You only hummed in reply.
“Baby?” he asked again,
“I’m good,” you responded, still feeling floaty, “Did I do it?”
“Yeah, baby,” he said with a soft chuckle, “Squirted all over my cock like a good girl.”
“Finally,” you sighed, it was far from the first time he tried to make you squirt.
“How are you feeling?” he asked to confirm the headspace he had already clocked you in.
“So good,” you sighed, “I think it’s the hardest I’ve ever cum.”
“Do you want to eat or bathe first?” he asked, as you let out a hum.
“Can we just stay like this for a bit?” you asked back, looking up through your eyelashes.
“Of course, whatever you need, Baby,” he responded, trying and failing to hide the fact that he’d give you anything you’d ever want in this moment, especially when you looked up at him like that. You both stayed like that until your face started to feel tight from your unwiped tears, and the sweat coating you started to get cold and uncomfortable. Brendon then continued on to pamper you as he bathed with you in the jet tub, got you water and a snack, and changed the ruined sheets. All while staying within arm's reach, knowing how you liked to cling to him after that intense of a session. Soon, you found yourself back in bed, reclined against the headboard with him to your left as he fed you bites of the key lime pie you made for his birthday, along with forcing you to drink water.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, putting the plate to the side.
“Fine,” you nodded,
“Good,” he smiled down at you, “Took a bit longer to get you back than normal.”
“Well, I’ve never cum that hard before,” you said, leaning against him. You rolled your eyes at his self-satisfied look.
“Proud of yourself?” you asked, looking up at his cocky smirk,
“There are a lot of variables, but it was easier this time because of the information I got from the past failed attempts,” he answered.
“Did you use the fucking scientific method to make me squirt?” you asked, in disbelief.
“I, well, I um- ” Brendon started before you cut him off,
“Oh my god, you actually did?!” you laughed, “God, you’re such a nerd.”
You smiled as a blush started to form on his perfect cheekbones. You only let him sit in embarrassment for a moment before pulling him in for a sweet kiss.
“You know the last step to the scientific method?” he husked after pulling back.
He smirked down at your confused face before answering in your ear, “Repetition to strengthen results.”
“B!” you shrieked a laugh after he nipped your earlobe, “I barely got through this attempt,”
“We have all week to try again,” he hushed, kissing you again,
“I love you, even if you are the world’s biggest dork,” you sighed, pulling back a touch to rest your foreheads together.
“I love you too,” he smiled, down at you.
Masterlist: here
A/N: hope you liked it 🫶 I'll hopefully have the masterlist up soon
He'd treat you like his little lab rat. All collared and chained in his hidden basement to do all sorts of experiments on you.
He would inject you with DNA to grow cat like appendages. A cute fluffy tail and the softest ears that'd flick and startle in alertness anytime you heard the steps of his shoes approaching.
At first you would fight him, using your new sharp claws and biting at him. He would get scratched up and making him bleed would be the one pleasure you could afford in this hellhole but eventually you're forced to seek him out.
He would leave for hours on end. The isolation would be draining. You craved companionship and when he finally thin you've learned your lesson he would welcome you back with open arms. He would pet your head and coo in your ears about how good you were. You would purr and preen at his praises, the feline part of your body grasping for any ounce of affection.
Slowly you would grow dependent on him. He would notice your walls breaking. You would purr anytime he touched you. Would wait by the door to welcome him in with a big smile, just waiting to hear his praises of how good you've been. Eventually he would deem you ready to leave the basement. But of course he needs precautions in case you get any ideas.
He would click a cute bell collar on your neck and attach a leash on you, and just like a real cat he would insert a chip into you. You would never be able to escape him. But at this point that would be the last thing on your mind. Finally after months of training he had you all pliant and soft just for him.
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Hope you guys enjoy this! I just wrote everything that came to mind on the spot. I got inspired to write this because I saw artwork of dotorre doing experiments on aether 🤤
Let me know if you want more or I'd you have ideas to build off on! Who knows. Maybe I'll write an actual fic or work on this more to refine the idea.
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.
A/N: This was inspired by the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. Give it a listen while you read, if you like!^^
There wasn't much he could give you, that was for damn sure. He wasn't rich, didn't have any real possessions, and, despite his note-worthy reputation and power in the Survey Corps., didn't have much in the way of a title.
But once he found a love for himself...once he found you...there was no way in hell he was going to let anything happen to you. He'd lost too many people for anything to happen to you too.
Being the way he was, Levi pushed you away at first, unwilling to start anything with you in case things went the same way they had the last few times he'd cared about someone. He knew he loved you, more than he'd loved anyone, but anyone who got close to him ended up dead and he didn't know if he had the strength to add your name to the list.
He underestimated you, however. Instead of leaving him alone, you dove right into the challenge of winning him over, of letting him know it was okay to love.
Levi's arms wrapped around you in the dark and you leaned into him, planting soft kisses along his jaw. Neither of you said anything, conveying the day's frustrations through touch instead of words as the cool night air brushed your skin.
You were arguably the strongest person he knew. No one knew where you had come from before joining the Survey Corps. or what your background was, but it was clear you had suffered the same tragedies as many of the others who had joined the military after the fall of Wall Maria. What made you different from your fellows, however, was how much harder you worked, barely taking a minute for yourself and throwing every bit of your effort into whatever tasks presented themselves before you.
Levi had met few people in his life as dedicated as you, following his lead and sharing in his endeavors as his right hand and trusted confidante. He found himself relying on you with a whole-hearted faithfulness he didn't know he was capable of and, for the first time in a very long time, Levi began to imagine a future after everything was over and done with.
A home just for you and him...peace and quiet and love...maybe even children...
The grass beneath his bare feet was still warm from the day's sun, the sensation welcome after a long day in sweaty boots. A history of entrusted secrets filled the space between his heart and yours, bringing your bodies impossibly closer. Burying his face into the side of your neck, Levi began to sway the both of you from side to side, the skirt of your light dress fluttering against his trouser-clad legs in the breeze.
Fighting against incalculable odds, he had to believe everything would be alright. Levi had never been an optimist by nature, but if he spent his time dwelling on the darker thoughts lurking in his mind of what very possibly could happen in the future, he was sure to go mad. He had to believe you would make it where others had not, had to believe that you would pull through, had to believe you would keep loving him through the storm.
And you had.
Your hand in his, you stayed by him through everything. He was sure it was more than he deserved, but like hell was he going to give you up now that he'd finally found you.
Pulling back, Levi could just make out your features in the dark, the shimmer of your eyes, the soft, bashful smile on your lips, even the light blush that appeared on your cheeks as you looked away from him. "Sorry. I look like a mess right now," you murmured, burying your face in his shoulder.
Indeed, your hair was mussed from having jumped out of bed when you had heard your husband come home, but, as his hand traveled from its position on your waist to cup your cheek and bring your face away from his shoulder, Levi didn't think you had ever looked more beautiful.
Your eyes reflected his in the moonlight and there he saw his future, a future of hard-won peace and enduring love. Here was everything he could ever want, clad in a simple white dress more becoming than any noble's gown or soldier's uniform, and Levi mentally repeated the vow he had made to you on your wedding day, that he would protect you with every breath in his body. "What are you talking about?" he scolded, voice low and husky as his lips neared yours. "You look perfect," he whispered underneath his breath.
Closing what little space remained between your mouth and his, he kissed you slow, hoping to convey at least an inkling of how much he loved you.
For now at least, both of you were able to lose yourselves in each other's arms, in the patient, understanding, steadfast love built between you and him after years of shared hardships, forgetting the troubles of the world beyond.
And for now at least, the promise of a future was enough.
It wasn't exactly what he had imagined, the world was still plagued by titans and equally ravenous aristocrats, but he had you. Your heart was the sole possession he truly needed and he had no intention of giving you up anytime soon. In a world such as yours and his, where it was unclear how much time anyone had left, Levi wasn't going to regret a single second.
...Because anything he did with you was too perfect to regret.
A/N: I do not own Attack on Titan, any of its characters, or the song “Perfect.” Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!<3
