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In my hopeful brain, because I can’t bear to see my favorite character in pain, I would like to believe that Michi did attempt to come onto Laurance but failed miserably because she couldn’t actually make him get it up.

Considering his sassy words in the wolf tribe castle that went along the lines of “there was nothing that I could work with” implied what I just stated before but that’s just hopeful thinking. I know you can force someone even if they’re not aroused by you.

This is not headcanon, I’m asking this in relation to the available information throughout the series:

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Soooo… I was itching for so long to make a Laurance x reader fanfic but every time it was either too ambitious or too complex so I decided to start with something short(?) and sweet based on something that happened to me with some slight changes.

There is no need for a trigger warning and the work contains around 1709 words.

Pairing: Mystreet Laurance x reader

Enjoy! ;3

Charming smiles and a dazzling pair of sky blue eyes were all you could remember once you woke up that morning, almost feeling the need to bury yourself the pillow to groan with how vivid it felt.

It was quite uncommon for you to get dreams, and when they did occur, they were a jumbled mess of memories, thoughts and ideas you seemed to have throughout the day but never something so ridiculous like having the equivalent of a wet dream for a hopeless romantic. Apparently you were one of them. The most infuriating part about it all was that you completely forgot the face of the supposed prince charming and that for some reason upset you. All you could recollect was the fact that he had beautiful blue eyes and a handsome smirk.

Sitting up, you start the day by thinking about the chores that awaited - laundry, vacuuming, and grocery shopping to name a few. Lamenting your dream in bed wouldn’t have helped you finish them faster so begrudgingly you got into the shower to clean yourself up before going out. The warm spray of water did help to say the least, your mood lightning significantly. You go to wipe a hand over the fogged up mirror caused by the hot vapor lingering inside the bathroom when a blush suddenly graced your cheeks as you seemed to recollect one of the moments.

Inside the dream you were getting out of the shower, towel wrapped securely around yourself when a pair of arms circled your waist as the offender nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling about something that you could not quite comprehend but it must’ve been domestic in nature. You once more wiped the condensation from the mirror just like you did before the flashback and you could feel an insurmountable amount of warmth pooling into your heart as you could get another glimpse at those mystifying eyes, staring right back at you through the reflection with what you could only describe as a sleepy yet deep affection.

The shiver that coursed through your spine really broke you from your daze and with it you tried to wipe the bittersweet image out of your mind. Why did it all give you this feeling of loneliness? You were used to being by yourself. Being independent was all you knew. Was it sad?

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Yes. But you could always blame it on “high standards”- the idea of your perfect prince charming coming up and sweeping you off your feet but with age you started to know better.

Freshly washed and dressed, you set out to start the day with some light cleaning before heading into town for your weekly grocery trip. Laundry sorted, yesterday’s dishes washed and shelves dusted was all that you focused on while putting away anything that was in your way when. You were about to get to a shelf that you could only reach on your tiptoes, only to trigger another flashback of your cursed dream.

You were in the same predicament trying to reach the top shelf, grumbling to yourself when another pair of hands reached out from behind you, helping to retrieve the object and once you tried to steal a glance back only to be met by a pair of lips lightly pressed to your cheek, completely obstructing your view. The man was chuckling about something that didn’t quite reach your ears before he separated from your back to offer you the item before turning around the corner. It was as if he was hiding his identity intentionally and yet with another sigh you abandoned the mission so you could trudge towards your bedroom and change into some outside appropriate clothes.

Feeling as if you were about to go insane if in the next minute you didn’t get any fresh air so with neck-breaking speed, you were out the door and onto the familiar streets that led to your trusted supermarket. But you couldn’t help yourself from stealing a second glance at any man that happened to pass you by that had blue eyes, just in case. It was as if you had this heavy hunch that something would happen. As if the dream was some kind of premonition for the day.

The walk to the supermarket seemed to have helped settling your racing heart as you entered through the automatic doors, finally getting back into a rhythm. It was partially because with every face you peeked at extinguished that burning sensation in your chest, as if there was no meaning to that damned dream. Now that you are back to being in line with the average shopper, you started to peruse the aisles, getting everything that you put on a list, carefully planned out the prior day as if you weren’t just going to give into temptation and get a bag of chips or a pack of gummies along the way.

Just when the train of thoughts that plagued you from that morning seemed to leave you alone, you caught with the corner of your eye another pair of blue eyes but this time the gaze felt different. One glimpse alone could make your heart thump loudly inside your ribcage, as if begging to leap out of the cavity and chase the man itself.

Disregarding the list altogether, you set out to follow the man, trying to steal just another peek at him if only to confirm the fact that he was the cause for your heart beating a tad bit too fast and not because you were showing early signs of cardiac problems. From his back profile you could only gauge the fact that he was slightly taller than you, enough to reach the highest shelf in your home with ease. He had a nice, lean physique. Maybe he used to do sports?

The chase ended on the candy aisle when you finally got a good look at his face. His mesmerising blue eyes were scanning over a variety of sweet snacks, laughing quietly to himself, exposing his dimpled smile that drew you deeper in, before he said something. That was when you first noticed the earbuds in his ears- he was talking to somebody else on the phone. His broad shoulders were covered by a striped hoodie that could definitely become your new favourite clothing item in your idyllic scenarios that you involuntarily indulged into now that you could put a face to your problem.

Maybe it was the way you were unabashedly ogling at the brown haired man but he ended his conversation to then quirk a brow at your behavior, and yet that damned smirk never left his lips as he asked:

“Hey, is there something on me? Is it my hair? I knew I should've used some hairspray from Dante before leaving…” He lamented while his fingers combed through his bangs, pushing it back.

No. It was quite the contrary. It was the perfect ratio between messy and purposely styled, the light brown strands framing his lean face. A few moments passed you two by before you mustered the brain capacity to rebuke:

“No, nothing of the sort!”

“Then? Is it because of my good looks?” His tone was infuriatingly cocky, his eyes creasing slightly under the action of his widening smile and that caused your cheeks to redden significantly, unable to formulate a response.

“Wow… now my good looks have a body count… I killed a pretty lady like yourself with them.” With a fake sigh he leaned over the self closest to himself and reached the back of his hand to his forehead. The image was quite comical to say the least. “Double the offense, really…”

“No… I just… you-... have really pretty eyes, that’s all” With the meekest of voices you said the simplest of explanations to your dilemma. That’s all?! That’s all you could come up with after the existential crisis he just caused by just existing?! And pretty eyes! What man would be flattered by the word pretty? But that seemed like just the right word to describe his gaze.

That left him speechless, completely forgetting any cheesy line he was about to throw your way, leaving the two of you in dead silence before he straightened himself, lightly trudging his voice and marvelled: “Well, thanks?”

A minute of awkward silence followed before he took once more the initiative to add:

“I’m Laurance. And who is the fair lady who seems to fancy my eyes?” Sending your way an unexpected yet charming wink.

Stumbling over your syllables you managed to say your name while gripping harder onto your shopping cart for both physical and moral support. He was actually real and he had a name and he was standing in front of you in the candy section, smiling unabashedly at you. Laurance walked smoothly over to you, going around the cart so he lean a bit down and examine your face with a glimmer of knowing something that seemed to pass you before saying:

“Have I met you somewhere before?”

That made your heart stop. Could dreams be linked? Was it some kind of soulmate scenario you always read about in those cheesy yet endearing romance books? It couldn’t be real.

“Because I swear I dreamed of such a walking angel among mortals like you before.” Or maybe it was just a chance for a corny pick-up line…

With the up-tenth resigned sigh you replied:

“I’m sure i’m not the first girl you’ve tried this one.”

“You wound me so… to assume such a vulgar thing when I, a mere knight, only wants to impress this gilded princess…” To emphasise his point he placed his palm over where his heart would reside, that same palm who could envelop yours into and eyes closed fluttering the long lashes up in the air.

It seemed like silence was the most common reoccurrence in this conversation and only once the proclaimed ‘knight’ opened one eye up to peek at your expression, gauging your reaction that you reached into your jean pocket to retrieve your sacred phone offering it explaining.

“We can exchange numbers and you might make this ‘gilded princess’ accept your cheesy tricks.”

“We have a deal, princess!” Maybe fate was somewhat real.

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Ahhh, it's so good!!! It's exactly like I've imagined it X3

Star's writing is so amazing. I can't believe I finally sent a request!!!

Hi, this is my first time sending a request ever. I hope I'm doing this correctly. ':3

I'd like to order a mys Laurence, some tea with cinnamon on top and a blueberry turnover, please, and thank you! (love your writing so much♡)

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟓: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: romantic tension, hurt/comfort, character is sick.

𝐚/𝐧: thank you so much for the kind words! it means a lot that you liked my writing enough to make a request. i hope you love this one, too! ^^

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A long, dramatic groan leaves Laurance’s paled lips. The brunet was laid back on his bed like a sickly Victorian child, hand placed over his heart as if this was his last moments on his deathbed. There was no suave attitude or air of self assurance he always seemed to have; just the mushy, helpless form of what you think either might be your crush or an imposter.

“This is it. It’s over for me,” he rasps, turning his head to the side and wincing when his headache spikes again.

You can only sigh.

He was usually so self-reliant; always on the mature side and insisting on always taking care of you and everyone else instead of him. So the fact he had called you for rescue through his sick, slurred voice over the phone was enough for you to know he really did need help. Though, he totally seemed to be milking your pity for him, for whatever strange reason he had…

Still, you were surprised at how he was acting when you got here. You hadn’t ever seen him so weak before, the poor thing laying across his bed halfway like he’d barely made it back to the mattress before collapsing. This cold was seriously kicking him in the ass. It did make you feel bad, but you also couldn’t deny the fluttering in your chest that he wanted you of all people to take care of him and see him so vulnerable.

You bring the back of your hand to his forehead when he groans again, his eyes fluttering shut as he practically melts at the contact. His skin undoubtedly was much too hot to the touch.

“I seriously feel like I’m dying,” he whines, hand coming up to your wrist to keep your cool hand on him. “Please save me.”

Despite his tendencies for random playfulness and flirtation, even the way he was acting now was something you hadn’t seen before. Seriously, what was with him…?

…He should probably take some more medicine. It’s clear his fever was making him act this way, you conclude with a light sigh. Another almost inaudible whine leaves his lips when you pull away to stand and make your way to the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” His hand flops over the side of his bed as he reaches after you.

“To get you some soup or something so you can take more medicine. You’re burning up.”

“No! No, I ah… can’t be left alone. I’ll die.” he quickly says, lips pouting as he nods insistently, wincing once again as he does. “A terrible, lonely death.”

You deadpan, eyes searching over his pale face. His eyelids and nose were tinged red, and the usually sharp gaze he always had was now glazed over, eyebrows pulled together pathetically. He was being dramatic, for sure, but he really did seem miserable.

“You’ll die in the five minutes I’ll be gone?”

“Yeah. Just… stay here for a little bit.” he mutters, his chest heaving as he holds back a wheezy cough. “I can wait to take medicine for a little longer.”

You curse at how easily you give in, the smug look that briefly flashes across his face making you want to shake him around. That wouldn’t exactly help the situation, though, so you simply sigh as you sit back next to him.

“It’s true that men turn into big babies when they’re sick. You’re acting like a child,” you mutter, voice unable to hold any sternness. “Seriously, I’ve never seen you act like this.”

“I just… want to be next to you for a while.” He looks up at you, swallowing as his face grows paler, eyes shutting. “Ugh… and I really do feel awful.”

You frown, reaching up to his clammy cheek. This whole situation felt much too intimate for two friends. It was like you were his doting girlfriend or wife instead. A moment passes as you shuffle through your confused thoughts, this closeness between you throwing your poor heart through a loop. As if he already didn’t do it enough on his own without trying.

You clear your throat, shaking your head as you return your focus. Those thoughts needed to be put away for now, especially with how faint he was seeming to become.

“Thank you, by the way,” his hoarse voice speaks up, hand reaching out to grasp yours. “I know I’m being a pain.”

“You aren’t being a pain. I wanted to do this,” you reassure, pressing your lips together as you glance down at your connected hands. “This is how I know you’re sick out of your mind. Where’s the Mr. Confidence everyone’s used to?”

“Mph… don’t have enough energy for it,” he mutters, before a small smirk makes its way onto his lips. “But I did have enough to get you to come fuss over me. It may have cost a bit of dignity, but it’s so worth it. You should’ve seen how your face looked when you ran in here...”

“And the truth comes out,” you strain to say through the flustered wave that washes over you, quickly pulling back and walking back to the door as your heart pounds against your rib cage. “I’m getting you that soup now.”

“…Wait! Please, come back!”

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People beginning to despise Laurance just because of his voice actor is strange. Of course, it's usually just a joke, and Sebastian definitely did not give Laurance justice throughout his time of voice acting and after, but it is shocking to see one of the most beloved characters get flipped around to one of the most disliked just because of a situation the writer of the character cannot control.

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☆VOID PARADOX☆

they’re actually canon shh trust me

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Here is some Gene art ;3

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chat i love lerendecker and aphmau so i mushed them together (full below) laurmau jumpscare

i went to an exhibit of j.c letendecker earlier this year. I was already a fan of some of his works, like his works for the sunday evening post/ but when i saw his painting romeo and juliet, I KNEW IN MY SOUL

that i had peaked.

see and i dont even ship laurmau like that but honestly i felt he was more fitting for the romeo.

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It was an entry in @/kittie_drawz dtiys

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Remember, when I said that? I changed my mind. I kinda don't want Sebastian back as Laurence...

His way of associating his name with his sexual content just proves how unprofessional he actually is. Who can blame Jess when she can't really bring back the VA when he does what he does? Honestly, as much as it hurts me to say I do want a new VA for Laurence. Someone actually worthy of this amazing character.

Aphmau Twitter Update! 10/11/24

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_Scenecore Michi_

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garmau is alive and well !!!

based on this pin i saw earlier

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this is like when you're scrolling through your camera roll and you see a pic of you that hasn't been touched by the hurt of the world

you think laurance ever misses wearing his crop tops and showing off his itty bitty waist?

me and the love of my life

ur invited to the wedding

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(cure) aphmau x laurance that one scene in the werewolf wedding

i've been listening to alien stage alot and i love the new cover that came out!! sua x mizi actor au save me

save me actor au

stream cure :D https://open.spotify.com/track/78eXwJtw4uwqTH8RBYU0Yw?si=161f27ea41ee4231

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I'll say this a bunch of times, but Mercury has to be in retrograde because, man, aphtwt has turned into a mess and all because of what?

Aphmau Twitter Update! 10/11/24

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im churning out laurmau like i get paid to (DO NOT FULL SCREEN THIS PLEASE IT LOOKS AWFUL)

for good reason its all i can think ab I AM NOOT COMPLAINING I LOVE THAT I WAS BORN IN THIS GENERATION

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Same :)

I love love laurance in love love paradise