#dark!laszlo x reader

Was all the acknowledgement Laszlo gave you. You stood up and turned your back on his as you ran your hand over your face. You closed your eyes and you thought about what he said. Stop being friends with Sara. The person who gave you your job, who had faith in you when no one else did and who even ended up introducing you and Laszlo. You heard him sigh and put down his pen.

“You must understand that this is for the best.”

“You’re asking me to choose between my friend and you.”

“Your employer and the man you love.”

“The man I thought I knew.”

“I haven’t changed.”

“So is this the real you?”

Laszlo’s silence told you everything. You shook your head as you turned on your heel and marched towards the door. Before you could get there Laszlo reached out and grabbed you. He pulled you towards him and gave you a hard stare.

“You didn’t give me your answer.” He said

You flinched. You had never heard Laszlo speak like that before, at least, not to you. Laszlo’s face fell briefly before quickly regaining its hard composure. He raised his good hand an gently cupped your face.

“Being seen with a woman like Miss Howard will not do you any good.”

“What are you implying?”

Laszlo didn’t answer you but gave you one of his unsettling smiles. You shifted uneasily as Laszlo guided you back towards his desk. He pushed you to sit down in his chair and knelt down in front of you. He took your hands and gave them a harsh squeeze.

“Miss Howard’s business,” he said, “Is still new.”

“We’re doing very well.”

“I’m sure she is. It can be so difficult for a woman to find their way in a world that is so against them.”

He pressed a kiss against your knuckles, never breaking eye contact.

“It would be such a shame if something were to happen to such a ground breaking achievement.”

“You wouldn’t!” you said, as horrified realisation dawned

“Wouldn’t do what, exactly?”

“Destroy everything that we- she has worked for.”

“That all depends on you,” Laszlo rubbed circles on your knuckles, “Miss Howard’s future depends on how you will behave. If you will… consider what I said earlier.”

Laszlo’s smile widened at you distraught expression. He knew he had won just from the look on your face.

You were stunning. The way your eyes shone, how your hair caught the light, the beaming smile full for love and adoration you gave to your pitiful husband. Your husband didn’t deserve you, he didn’t deserve the tears you shed. You were a pure beam of light in the endless darkness of your husband’s life. Laszlo could see the way he gaze at you that he adored you. That you were the only thing tying him to this world.

Before Laszlo could truly make you his, he would have to remove the man you were married too. At first that didn’t sit easily with him. However, the more he met you the more he came to realise that you were trapped. Trapped with someone who was far beneath you. That man was holding you back from your fullest potential. From his research Laszlo had found that the marriage hadn’t been approved of by either family. That the two of you had eloped to find happiness with each other. It was a tale straight out of a romance, so seemingly perfect that Laszlo just had to find the crack in it somehow.

And find them he did.

It was depressingly easy how quickly you had come to trust him. How you spilled all your concerns to him. How you were worried about how increasingly erratic your husband was becoming. How this was effecting his job and how that was leading to financial concerns. While his parents had reluctantly accepted your marriage, yours hadn’t. You were cut off from them and completely relied on your husband for security and for money. You were debating going to find work. You were educated so it wouldn’t be difficult finding a job but your husband was adamant that you shouldn’t work. He had a reputation to uphold.

Laszlo remembered first hearing this from you. Seeing you cry in front of him for the first time and how you quickly brushed the tears away. You had wanted to be strong but now, well, now you weren’t afraid of being weak. You weren’t embarrassed about showing him your true emotions. It angered Laszlo that you had to be put in this position in the first place. You should be treated like a Queen, with all of the luxuries of the world at your fingertips. This was what drove him to enact his plan.

It was easy to manipulate your husband. To put your worries and fears in his head and make it seem like they were your husband’s own thoughts. On the surface it would seem like he was doing his best to help a very sick man. To drive him away from the edge he was steadily approaching. Doing his best as a doctor, and as a friend, to ensure the best possible care even though in reality that wasn’t the case.

He had no regrets about how his manipulation ended up.

Actually no, he had one regret.

You were never meant to find the body.

As you continued to sob Laszlo reached forward and took one of your hands in his. He gave it a firm squeeze and you gave him a small smile. Good, that was progress. If he was correct, and Laszlo was never wrong, by the end of the year you would be Mrs Kreizler. Two outcasts thrown together. Shunned by the rest of society but finding peace in each other’s embrace.

“It’s good to see you again, Doctor,” your father said eventually, “Although rather unexpected.”

“Well,” said the man sitting opposite you, “I had only just become aware that you had returned to New York. It has been too long.”

Doctor Laszlo Kreizler was an old family friend but that fact didn’t stop you from feeling uneasy around him. The way his eyes followed you around the room, the looks he gave you when it was just the two of you. You knew what his intentions were and you had no desire to be tied to the man. Your parents would’ve approved of such a match. Kreizler was well off, respected, had good connections. It would be an advantageous marriage and given your current circumstances you doubted that you would have a better offer. Maybe Sara would allow you to go into business with her in order to escape him?

“And Miss l/n,” Kreizler finally diverted his attention to you, “So good to see you back with your parents. Feeling better I understand?”

“Yes,” you said weakly, “Much.”

“Visiting your aunt in England I understand.”

You mother stiffened next to you while your father sat up a bit straighter. It was true, you had been spending time with your aunt while you finished your education.

“That’s correct.” You answered, determined not to show any weakness in front of the doctor

“That is good of you,” Kreizler continued, “I find that a lot of young women are very dependent on their aunts. I am glad to see that the younger generations are still devoted to their extended family. As I understand it this is quite common with families of a certain… class.”

“My sister was merely ensure that y/n finished her education,” said your father sharply, “And to introduce her to possible suitors.”

“Ah yes, marriage,” Kreizler took a sip of his tea, “I hope that your future spouse will be understanding.”

“Understanding?” said your mother, “What could you possibly mean?”

“Oh nothing,” Kreizler gave her a charming smile, “It is a common occurrence for daughters of a certain disposition to be very reliant on their aunt’s. Not many husbands will be as understanding as others.”

The implication of his words settled over you like a thick blanket. You knew how it looked to an outsider, that you had gone away because you were in trouble, but that wasn’t the case. Your aunt had assured you that you could receive an education with her, one that you wouldn’t get if you had stayed in New York. Surprisingly your parents had agreed and you were sent off to live with your aunt.

“I would hate to see your daughter become shunned by those you used to call your friends.” Kreizler said calmly

“Shunned,” your mother said desperately, “Have people been… talking-“

“Mrs l/n-“

“Damn it Laszlo,” you father snapped, “If our daughter’s reputation is at risk the least you can do is tell us.”

“Dear,” you mother whispered, “Language, please.”

“It’s nothing serious,” said Kreizler, “Just idle rumours by people who don’t know anything about your family.”

“Idle rumours can still spread,” muttered your father, “We need to do something.”

“Father,” you said quietly, “I don’t care. I can-“

“Think about us,” said your mother, “Think about what this could do to us!”

“Right,” you father stood up and poured himself a large glass of whiskey, “I’ll send a telegram back to England I’m sure there is someone who can take y/n off our hands.”

“Wait,” you said desperately, “You do mean to force me to marry someone I don’t even know.”

“It’s for the best,” your father said sadly, “Don’t worry, we’ll ensure that he is respectable and from a good family. You’ll be looked after.”

“I can go back to my aunt,” you said standing up and moving next to him, “Live with her. No one will question it.”

“I’m afraid,” Kreizler said quietly, “It might be too late and if I might be so bold, I have a suggestion.”

“Yes Laszlo?” said your father

Kreizler stood up and walked behind you. He put his hand on your shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. You flinched at his touch but your father didn’t notice. He looked between you and Kreizler before sighing.

“I’m grateful you informed us before it was too late.“ he said

“We both are.” Said your mother rushing to join his side

“I’ll start the preparations.”

“What,” you cried, “No. No, you can’t expect me to marry him. I don’t want to get married.”

“You have no choice,” said your father, “And please, be quiet. I think you’ve done quite enough damage to this family already.”

He didn’t bother looking at you as he left the room. Your mother gave you a sad smile as she followed him, leaving you alone with Doctor Kreizler. Kreizler leant closer and brushed his lips against your cheek. You shuddered at the intimate action as he said,

“I understand but-“

“I haven’t finished talking,” he said harshly, “I am aware that you might not be taken as seriously as myself or any of my colleagues. However,” his glare hardened, “Your outburst this evening was uncalled for.”

“He called me your whore,” you snapped suddenly standing up, “After all this time working for you and people still refuse to see anything past my gender. I know that I’m far more intelligent than any of those people out there but I’m still treated as something lesser. I don’t want people to think that I got to my position by warming your bed.”

Laszlo remained silent after you had finished speaking, instead he just raised an eyebrow. You took deep gulps of air as you tried to calm your racing heart. You wiped a tear away angrily, frustrated that you were getting so emotional in front of your employer.

“Finished?” asked Laszlo eventually

“Finished?” you could hear the crack in your voice, “Finished! Do you really think that this is all I have to say about this matter!”

“I think that you are finished.” Laszlo said in the same calm tone of voice

“Don’t tell me when I am finished!”

“I said,” Laszlo stood up slowly, “You are finished.”

You had never heard that tone of voice on Laszlo before. Dark, heavy and commanding. He had always talked to you as his equal. However, this was the tone that husbands used when they believed that their wives were ‘acting out of order’. You recoiled as Laszlo put his hands on his desk and looked at you.

“Do you know why I allowed you to be my assistant?”

“Because you respected my intelligence?”

“You are intelligent,” Laszlo agreed, “And you are smart enough to know when to be a good girl.”

“Good girl?”

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. Laszlo nodded as he made his way around his desk and locked his door. You spun around but Laszlo was quicker. Swiftly he marched towards you and grabbed your arm. He dragged you around his side of the desk and as he sat down he pulled you into his lap. You tried to stand up but he wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and tightly gripped your waist. You winced at the pain and reluctantly stopped moving. Laszlo smiled at you but there was no warmth behind it.

“So this is what it takes to make you behave,” he said, “Just for me to raise my voice. If only I had known it would be the easy when I first met you.”

“What does that mean?” you asked quietly

“I’ll admit,” Laszlo said, “You intelligence and free spirit was put of what drew me to you. But then you posed to be a challenge. You are unlike most other women of your standing and I wanted to see what would make you revert back into one. A docile woman that I assume your parents wanted you to be. All it took was to put you in a situation with my colleagues and to act dominating for all those morals to disappear. Let me guess, I reminded you of your father.”

“Stop.” You said weakly

“He had your whole life planned out. Where you’d be educated. How long that education would last for. Who you would marry.”

“Please stop.”

“And yet you disappointed him. You didn’t marry the man he wanted you to. You failed to have children and continue his bloodline. Instead you ran to me a cripple, a foreigner (although a wealthy one so your father wasn’t too angry) and insisted of having a career. You continued to be a disappointment to him instead of being the good girl you tried so hard to be.”

“No!” you cried, “No! I have been good! I was a good girl. I… I am a good girl.”

You let out a sob as you buried your head against Laszlo chest. Laszlo removed his arm from around your waist a gently stroked the back of your head. You continued to sob into his chest until there was no more tears left. When he had felt you had calmed down enough Laszlo said,

“I know you’re a good girl. You’ve been so good to me in the past. However,” he moved your chin so you were looking into his eyes, “Good girls belong on their knees.”

You were moved off of Laszlo’s lap and before you knew it you were kneeling between his legs. You looked up at him as he brushed his thumb over your lips.

You brushed down you white wedding dress and couldn’t help but smile bitterly at the irony. Your parents had forced you into the dress. They didn’t want anyone be know the true reason for your rather sudden seeming marriage. You look over your shoulder when you heard the door open and shut behind you and your husband looked up and down.

“You look beautiful,” Laszlo said as he slowly approached you, “Absolutely stunning.”

You didn’t answer him and he stopped directly behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him as he settled a hand on your stomach.

“And finally you are all mine.” He said as he pressed a kiss against the side of your neck

“But not by choice.”

The words were out of your mouth before you knew it and you closed your eyes. The atmosphere in the room became icily tense and you felt Laszlo stiffen behind you.

“Care to explain?” he asked eventually

“I’m tired,” you said, “I’m not thinking clearly. I want to go to bed.”

“As much as I desire to see you in my bed again I would prefer for you to tell me the meaning behind your words.”

“I don’t-“

“I am your husband and you will do as I say.”

Your eyes met his in the glass and you knew that there would be no escape.

“I didn’t want this.”

“Marriage? It’s expected of you.”

“Marriage to you.”

If it was possible the tension thickened. Laszlo rested his chin against your shoulder and you wished you had the strength to look away.

“And what did you expect me to do,” Laszlo replied softly, “To leave you and my child? What would happen to you then? You’d be a ruined woman and nobody would want you. Do you really think your parents would want to let remain with them and let you continue to ruin their reputation. I saved you. Besides,” his lips grazed your cheek, “If you had let me court you properly none of this would’ve happened. Did you really that I wanted to force myself on you?”

“You didn’t seem to have an issues with it.”

Tears fell down your face and Laszlo reached around and brushed them away.

“As far as I remember you seemed to have enjoyed yourself.”

“I did not!”

“The way you clenched around my cock as you came would say otherwise.”

Suddenly you were spun around and pressed against the glass. Laszlo pinned you against the mirror with his body and he said,

You stood up sharply and spun around. You didn’t realise you how close Laszlo was standing behind you until you came chest to chest with him. His gaze softened and he raised a hand and brushed his fingers along your cheek.

“Then why is everyone telling you there is?” he asked, “Everyone can see it apart from you.”

“It’s you,” you hissed, “You’ve been manipulating them.”

“Really.”

“Yes,” you said desperately, “I know my children better than anyone.”

“Then maybe,” his hands moved to cup your cheeks, “There’s something wrong with you.”

“Wh… what?”

Laszlo tilted your head and forced you to look into his eyes. The deep brown almost hypnotic gaze that locked you in. You wanted to look away, to run back to the comforting embrace of your husband, but instead you were here.

“You can’t see how disturbed they are,” he said, “How they will benefit from being here, with me, with their father. Children need the care of both parents and together we can help them.”

“I’m not ill.”

“I find broken things interesting. Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”

“I’m definitely not broken!”

Laszlo leant closer and you felt his breath ghost over your face. Part of you wanted to lean in, to feel his lips press against yours once again. To feel the passion poured into that one action as he wrapped his arms around you. You loved your husband, of course you did, but Laszlo gave you the burning affection that your husband felt too uncomfortable or was unable to give you.

And how much you wanted it scared you. You hated how you had stumbled into Laszlo’s web and now he was never going to let you go. Not while the children he fathered was so close by. He wanted them, he wanted you, and right now he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“You future depends on me,” he continued softly, “You know what I want. I want you, our children, we can be happy. Your husband cannot provide for you what you crave.”

“I don’t care about that.”

There was a beat of silence before Laszlo said coldly,

“I would advise you to be careful what you say to me. I would hate to see you locked away from society. Having everyone you care about believe you to be a madwoman. Never to see your children again.”

You froze at his words as Laszlo gave you an icy smile. He leant closer and his lips grazed the shell of your ear as he said,

You whimpered into the passionate kiss as Doctor Kreizler pulled you closer against him. You were sitting on his lap and your hands tightened their grip on the lapels of his coat as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You gasped as you felt his arousal press against you and you swiftly broke the kiss. Doctor Kreizler frowned at your sudden action and you looked away blushing.

“Doc-“

“Laszlo.” He corrected firmly

“Laszlo,” you said, “This isn’t… I shouldn’t be… I should leave.”

“Why?”

“This isn’t right.”

“Why not?”

“I need to leave.”

You tried to stand but before you could rise to your feet Laszlo had pulled you back against his chest. He pressed a trail of kisses down your neck and you squirmed at the foreign sensation. It amazed you whenever you were reminded just how strong he was, even with one fully working arm.

“You don’t really want to do that.” He whispered against your neck

“I do.”

“Then why did you come into my office? You must’ve known what I wanted to do.”

“You said you needed help.”

“And I do.”

He gently thrust against you causing you to whimper again. You felt him smile against your neck and he spun you around. Your hair was coming out of its bun and he reached up to pull it free.

“Haven’t I done so much for you?” he asked

“Yes.”

“Helped you get away from your family.”

“Yes.”

“Helped you with your education.”

“True but-“

“Don’t interrupt,” he said harshly, “Given you a safe space to live. I’m even teaching you another language when I could be doing other important that that could better the lives of so many people.”

Your shoulder slumped as you swallowed thickly and nodded. Doctor Kreizler had been so kind and generous to you.

“Also warum gehst du nicht auf die Knie und lutscht meinen Schwanz?”

“Wh… what?” you asked

You felt your blush deepen. It wasn’t a secret between the two of you that you got flustered whenever Doctor Kreizler spoke to you in his native language. He smiled sharply at you and said,

“It seems that I still have much to teach you.”

“Sorry, Laszlo.”

“I just want to be able to relax with you,” Doctor Kreizler brushed his cheek against yours, “Is that so much to ask?”

“No Laszlo.”

“Good girl.”

“What do you want me to do?”

He smiled as he pressed his thumb against your lips. Instinctively you opened your mouth for him and he slipped his thumb in. He pressed his thumb against your tongue as he whispered,

“Ich glaube du kennst meine schlaue Hure.”

You gave him another confused look and he sighed before gently pushing you off his lap. He pressed down on your shoulder and you feel to your knees. A look of realisation passed over your face and Doctor Kreizler leant forward. He grasped your chin in his hand as he whispered,