#laurance x reader

[starhvney]

Winter cafe!! (I like the menu idea it’s so cute :() so MCD Laurance and Travis and I would like to order a coffee with cream and a jelly donut >:)))) (you’re my fav author rn you’re so girlboss and you got me rewatching diaries and Mystreet and everything just to appreciate your writing so much more

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, hidden location

𝐚/𝐧: awww that’s so so sweet?? :') what a lovely comment, thank you sm!!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“You found me.” Laurance smiles, his eyes relaxed shut and hands unmoving from where they rested in his lap.

You freeze, pausing what you thought were silent footsteps as you stare at your lover resting against the tree. Your sneak attack was over before you could even make an attempt on the guard.

“…I was going to try and surprise you,” you sigh, shoulders slumping as you drag your feet the rest of the way.

This pulls a quiet chuckle from the man, his shoulders shaking as he cracks open his eyes. His eyebrows turn up in endeared amusement, his smile widening at the slight pout on your lips.

“I heard you walking around before you even found me, my love…”

“Of course you did.”

Even when relaxing in such a private place, he was so observant. If you ever lost him in a crowd, he’d find you before you even had time to look yourself, his eyes trained on you and hand reaching out to find yours. If you ever woke up from a nightmare, it was like he had a sixth sense; he’d wake up just a few moments after you, pulling you into his arms and whispering words of comfort into your ear. Sometimes, he’d even ask you about things that were bothering you before you even realized they were bothering you. He was once the head guard of Meteli and is currently the second-in-command guard of Phoenix Drop for a reason.

“Would you like to walk away and try again? I’ll act for you if you wish,” he suggests, voice wavering as he holds back a laugh.

“Too late.” You close the distance between you, sitting beside him and looking around at the dense plant life around you. “I’m surprised I even found you, though. So I’ll take that victory instead.”

He pulls you into his side, brushing your hair back. “Mhm. I’m impressed. This place is well hidden.”

“I’m a professional hunter and tracker now, didn’t you know?”

You glance at him, meeting the fond sparkle shining in his pale ones.

“Really?” he tilts his head forward, smile widening.

“No, I saw your cloak on the tree branch back there.”

“Ah.” He laughs, nodding. “Well, why were you looking for me?”

You lean into him. “I missed you.”

His eyelashes flutter and eyebrows pull up, fingers briefly tightening around your side.

“Ah, my love. Only a few hours apart and you couldn’t stand it?” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek before nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Well, me neither…”

“So I didn’t disturb your peace here?”

He scoffs, seeming to take offense that you even formed your lips to ask that question. “No, you could never.”

Your rest your head on his shoulder, and he kisses your forehead before looking over at the river running through the land. The relaxing sound of the water running over the rocks is like natural melatonin, making your muscles melt as you lean into Laurance’s side.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper softly, not wanting to disturb the moment.

He’s quiet, breathing even as his thumb rubs along your side.

“When my mind feels busy, I come here to relax and think. Relaxing by the river…” he trails off, looking a little melancholic. “It reminds me of Ungrth. We used to have good talks by a river in Meteli.”

You can’t help how your expression drops, the corners of your mouth tugging down at the memory of the passed wyvern. 

“Don’t look so sad, lovely. I’m alright.”

“I’m just… sorry,” you whisper.

He sucks in a deep breath. “I know. I am, too.”

You suddenly feel a strange sense of guilt. Like you’d disturbed a rare moment of peace and alone time for Laurance. Even if you were closer to him than anyone else, you both needed your alone time.

“Want to stay here a while longer?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he hums contentedly, though the peace on his face drops when you shift to get up, his arm tightening and tugging you right back to his side. “Where do you think you're going?”

“To give you privacy…”

He rolls his eyes, pulling you into his lap and trapping you between his legs, leaving no question or doubt about whether he wanted you here or not.

“No, my love. Let’s sit and think together. I’d enjoy that much more.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

“It’s… freezing up here!” you yelp, wrapping your cloak tighter around your body, trying to keep your bones from chattering as a strong gust of cold mountain air sweeps against you.

“Ah, it’s not that bad!”

You glare up ahead at the man who was smiling impishly at you, his white hair tousled and green eyes shining. It’s unfair for him to look this good and roguish in what, to you, was miserable weather to hike in. You knew you were in for it when you started the trek up the steep mountain path, but when you started seeing snow, you had almost shouted at Travis for even thinking of leading you here.

But you didn’t. The eager, almost vulnerable look on his face when he told you he had a place in mind that he specifically wanted to show you kept altering in your mind, keeping your complaints at bay.

Well, most of them.

“Just because you grew up handling freezing temperatures doesn’t mean I can!” you huff, sniveling as you climb up another step ledge.

“Well, we’re here.” He reaches towards you, raising his eyebrows at your attitude and grinning. “Come on, sweet thing.”

Holding your hands up, he slides his palms up your arms and pulls you up in a swift motion, tucking you in his arms and placing a kiss against your forehead. His skin is somehow still warm. So, like a reptile, you curl into him, hoping the heat radiating from him would somehow transfer to you.

“I know of another way I can warm you up if you’re that cold—“ He yelps when you cut off his suggestive words with a quick slap to the chest and a sharp glare. “What? I’m just saying!”

“Well, just say nothing. Lecherous man.”

“Hey!” he laughs in faux offense. “I’m not that bad…”

“Hm.”

Travis’s eyes soften, his arms pulling you closer as he leans down, rubbing the tip of his nose along your brows.

“What…?” You start to giggle, the annoyed front quickly crumbling to his confusing tactics.

No matter which way you turn your head, you’re unable to escape him, and soon his nose is replaced by his lips smearing kisses along your cheeks and forehead.

“Okay, okay!” you crumble, fully laughing and ducking your head to rest against him.

A warm feeling radiates from your chest, and a sense of peace settles over you. You weren’t shivering anymore, you realize, and as you open your eyes to relish in your contentment, they blow wide at the view in front of you. The mostly unconquered forests of Gal’ruk and the domineering mountainsides steal your breath away, demanding all of your awe and attention.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper. Travis breathes out a quiet laugh.

“…When I was younger and feeling lonely up here, I’d imagine bringing a person most important to me, so that they could enjoy it too.”

You blink, forcing your eyes to tear away from the sights before you and back to your lover. He’d seen this view many times. And while it was just as beautiful as always, he seemed to find your image more compelling, and he can’t help the toothy grin that spreads over his face.

“So? Do you like it?”

The expectation on his face is endearing, almost childish. It makes you want to reach out and punch his cheeks between your hands, if only it wouldn’t likely disturb the shield of warmth he and your cloak created.

“Yes, of course I do. I love it.”

His grin widens to a full-blown crooked smile, the excitement on his face palpable. 

“I told you it would be worth it. I have a good eye for pretty things.” He turns his head, looking at a path behind him carved through the rock by the winds. “Now, there’s a hot spring nearby that we could warm up in. Interested…?”

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[minik0u]

A New Dawn Fun Facts!

( My Mystreet X Reader fic )

-Mystreet season one takes place in 2015.. so everyone in the cast are millennials and that haunts me daily.

-Laurance, Dante, and Garroth have a band together! It’s a hobby for now but they do have a loyal audience. ( I don’t have a name of the band yet so I’m open for suggestions! )

-Y/N sister lives with Ava from my inner demons!

-Dante didn’t finish college! he’s a drop out lol

-Y/N wants to get to know Katlyn better but think she’s a little intimidating..

[lyraofthestarsss]

Blushing Game

(Mystreet boys x reader)

How long does it take to make them blush?

Garroth

- bro folds almost immediately lmao

- He definitely tries!! After all, he was used to putting on a face in front of others back in O’Khasis. Surely this wouldn’t be too different

- But there’s no hiding things from you

- All it takes is one sweet nickname for him to start melting

Dante

- He… also tries

- He’s definitely more competitive than Garroth. A few of your first few flirts are only met with smug smiles and comebacks

- It only takes a minute or so for all the compliments to finally get to him

- He looks away as he tries to hide his red face from you

Laurance

- for a moment, you thought this man was nearly unbreakable

- Nearly all of your flirts end with him shaking his head and smiling back at you

- He tells you “try harder, love” and “aww you can do better than that”

- If anything, you’re the one that starts getting flustered

- You start to lean closer, whispering in his ear

- You tell him you love him, how much he means to you, how you can’t imagine loving anyone else

- The closeness, along with how sincere you are, is what finally gets to him

- He curses under his breath as he leans his forehead on your shoulder

- He mutters that he loves you too, just loud enough for only you to hear

[coin-z3fs]

Sometimes when I read Laurance x reader fics I insert Garroth as the Y/N

[artists-who-rarely-draws]

Caught a Vibe!

Wanted to write some headcanons to boost my motivation for drabbles so enjoy!

Minecraft Diaries vs Suprise kisses from reader!

Feat: Garroth, Laurance, Zane, Vylad, Gene, Jeffory, and Cadenza

Info: G/N Reader.

pre established relationships, Zane and Gene sure are themselves lol. Pretty much just fluff. Reader instead of Aphmau in all except for Jeffory, Zane and Gene. Abby is around 5-6, Sasha and Zoey were supposed to be in this, but I got bored of this one and wanted to get it out- if yall want more or I randomly decide to write a part 2 on my own they will be the first ones in it i promise.

Warnings: (I know i said mostly fluff but im sorry) Zane is for sure his own warning but there is mentions of Jeffory's murder in his part and a implication of threatening reader in the past. Genes also not great, his reader is a little naive and he a little frames them. His powers are used but not against reader.

Requests are still open and enjoy under the cut!

Oh, Garroth, sweet, sweet Garroth.

He thinks he's so subtle, but he is not.

Your lovely boyfriend is so starved for affection but so unwilling to ask for it.

He thinks it would be improper being a guard... or at least that's what he says, but it surely stems from his affectionless household.

you catch him sometimes watching your hands or his gaze moving to your lips for only a moment.

It's incredibly endearing. And gives you an *incredibly* devious idea.

really, can you be blamed for Garroth being so fun to tease? He's such a pearl clutcher!!

Patrol reports are boring. you fully understand why they need to happen. But there's never anything to report yet. Somehow, your lovely guards can take 20 minutes to describe *nothing* .

and that's where you sit, listening to Garroth go on about the state of the forest surrounding Pheonix Drop. Turning to you asking if you have anything to add. before doing it *again* .

Crystal blue eyes looking to your lips for just a moment before they are averted.

oh, he makes it too easy.

with a simple smirk, you lean across the table to kiss him.

He goes unbelivably stiff for a moment in his shock before positivley *melting* when your hand moves to cup his warm cheek.

He lets out something between a small whine and a groan when you deepen it, His kiss is soft and sweet, with just an edge of desperation. One hand moving to cradle the back of your head a silent plea for you not to pull away just yet. eliciting a small chuckle from you.

but eventually, it must come to an end. And when you pull away, he chases after your lips for a moment a lovesick haze in his eyes, as if the entire world outside of *you* has fallen away from him. A look that warms you from the inside out and reminds you just how much you love the man in front of you.

'No nothing to add,' you coo softly before fully pulling away, looking to your other two guards. Dantes eyes wide and mouth parted, Laurances eyes were wide as well but there was a sense of amusment to it.

You cheerily excuse yourself, letting them know you will be working on some upgrades for the Plaza if they need you. Leaving behind a sputttering malfunctioning Garroth who crashed back down to earth.

You really will be the death of him.

He's just so handsome.

And his cooking smells so good, His voice is so smooth as he talks about the dish he's making, and you're so in love with the man in your kitchen.

Your relationship is already so affectionate, but will you ever really be satisfied?

You're so busy watching him and fanaticizing you dont even notice that he's stopped cooking to talk to you.

'Hey, you with me?' He asks with a chuckle, snapping you out of the daze.

You look at his slightly crooked smile, giving him a slight smirk, giving you a mischevious idea of your own. His eyebrow raises as he notices the new look in your eye.

You surge forward to kiss him, His eyes widen in slight surprise before closing and leaning further into you. But just before he can move his hands to hold onto you and deepen the kiss, you pull away. He looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and confusion one hand on your hip....

You stare into marble blue eyes for a few moments. Before lifting his hand off your hip so you can dash away laughing, the shout of 'Hey!' and the stove turning off lets you know he's in chase.

'What was all of that about?' he asks, giggling himself as he sets your feet back on the ground.

Even with your head start, you only get halfway down the stairs of the hill to the platform before you feel arms wrap around your midsection, hoisting you in the air and spinning you around with a triumphent shout. Laying quick kisses all over the side of your face as you laugh.

You just let out a contented sigh and turn your head to kiss him for real. Sweet and tender and full of giggles when you remember his shout as you ran.

Being the spouse of the high preist of O'khasis is certainly....interesting.

you know he cared for you in... some real extent. After all, he went through a lot of effort to ensure your engagement. Sabatoging your other suitors and persuading your parents.

That wasn't all it took to convince you. You're not dumb and know of the vast political advantage he gained from marrying you. You were the hier of a village that rivaled Scaleswind in size. If you were dumb you doubt Zane would hold you in any regard.

But Zane does have small moments that convince you that you mean more than just a political pawn.

You still share a bed. You knew no matter what, you would need to share a room to keep appearances, but if he didn't want you in the bed, you were certain you wouldn't be in the bed.

Most nights, you were already asleep when Zane went to bed. but sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night, and his arm is draped over your side.

He also can be affectionate at times, mostly in public... but there are times in private his hand will find yours, or a quick kiss will be placed to your temple, hand, cheek or very occasisonally the corner of your mouth.

And in a twisted way. You had to care to make threats.

it wasn't anything overt. It was a meeting for the jury of nine. You were seated on the armrest of his throne at his behest. Which wasn't too odd. Whenever Zane saw the opportunity for a power move, he took it. and you still dont know who it was against. The audience he held... or you.

You're stuck staring at the Corpse of Jeffory the Golden Heart laying on the carpet. Zanes pitch black sword still stained with the fathers blood, tossed onto Zanes desk as he makes his way back to his throne.

He pulls you into his lap as he sits. Arms wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.

'Let this be a lesson to the rest of you.' He looks around at the rest of the Jury of....well.. Eight gathered. 'This is what happens to those who betray me.'

His arms tighten around your midsection after that.

It's been a while since then. It's getting late, but as usual, Zane is at his desk going through paperwork. The sound of quill on paper and the crackling of the fire makes this moment feel peaceful.

You don't really know what possesed you to do this, maybe the soft light of the fire off of your husbands cheekbones in his rare moments without the mask.

That is what most makes you feel most like he cares for you.

Getting to see the freckles dusting across his light baby face. A view reserved just for you.

'Yes Lamb?' Zane speaks up, making you jump out of your thoughts. He hasnt moved his gaze from his paperwork.

You steel your resolve and get up from your spot, walking to your husbands side, He turns his head to look up to you, one eyebrow raised. Icy blue eyes bearing into you.

'Just heading to bed,' you mummer, leaning down to press a feather light kiss to the corner of his mouth. 'Good night'

you pull away pretending not to notice the way Zanes face flushes the darkest shade of red you have ever seen. And his eyes are wide in suprise.

It's actually pretty adorable, but you know it would take quite a turn if you pointed this moment out.

you go to leave the room when you feel his hand grip onto your wrist.

'Someones feeling *bold* tonight.'

Your boyfriend never really grew out of the whole 'Dissapearing act hide in the trees' thing. Even in times of peace, he goes off to watch and brood.

You suppose you can't blame him. He's been through a lot and is still constantly working towards... welll whatever his goal is. He's pretty elusive about it, but you trust him implicitly despite his insistence. You should be more cautious.

But you feel at some point that it has to be unhealthy to live amongst the trees, stewing on past atrocities rather than fostering genuine connections with people. Something you won't let stand.

'Vylad! Vylad, come on, it's time for dinner!' You call walking through the woods, trying to lure your elusive lover out.

He does not come out immediately, but you can tell you're being watched. The tell tale Goosebumps and raise of unease in your chest, The Feeling of a rabbit being stalked by a wolf and the silence of the forest confirms to you that its a Shadow knight.

You let out a huff as you immeaditly clock the game he's playing.

Vylad likes to test your survival skills from time to time. Letting people in was hard for him. A million times more difficult with the romantic context between you. Sometimes, he needed to assure himself you weren't going to do something stupid and die.

'Fine! But this isn't tag this time! I promised Levin and Malachi we would be eating dinner with them and I don't want the food getting cold' you shout out, knowing full well if Vylad had his way he would be slipping around until either you physically restrained him or he took pity on you.

So you get to work hunting through the trees. Actively going towards what causes all your instincts to scream in protest.

You grip onto the tree and swing around to meet his Pine green eyes, looking back into yours.

'A real enemy isn't going to stick in one spot because you have dinner with your sons.' Vylads voice is muffled behind his scarf as you give him a deadpan.

You reach forward to loosen his scarf just enough to free his mouth.

He instantly assumes you just didn't hear him properly and goes to repeat himself. But you press your lips to his before he can... Vylad always takes a moment, surprised that you'd want to kiss him no matter how many times you have. But he always becomes incredibly passionate, kissing you like it could be the last time.

When you finally part for air that... one of you needs much more than the other. Hands still gripping his scarf, you reply.

'Yes, I know, and Im *very* greatful you did tonight now come on they are waiting' you laugh tugging him along with you back to the village.

Being with Gene means accepting that you never really know when he's gonna drop by, He is fond of you... that's the word he uses. But of course, his plans will always come first.

So, he kinda pops in and out of your life at random, spends Irene knows how long with you, then leaves for Irene knows how long again.

Rinse and repeat.

So you've learned better than to wait around for your hell born partner.

And today you need to go on a trip to the market.

You dont actually live in a Village, you live in a cottage a fairly short walk away from Nahakra.

You make sure to only bring enough coin for what you need and decide to get a covered basket to carry it in that you could keep hooked around your elbow. Trying to minimize the chance of being targeted by any members of the Thieves' Guild. And then you head out!

The walk and most of your shopping goes without a hitch!... the keyword is most.

You had been looking at some blueberries at a stall, You had read about a blueberry tart recipe and wanted to try it out, but with the addition of lemon. Unfortunately, blueberries need much more acidic soil than your plants could handle, so the market was your only go-to.

What's worse is that you apparently weren't early enough because all of the blueberries either were under or overripe, and the ones that were good enough for you to consider taking were way out of your price range.

With furrowed brows and a huff as you stare at the price before putting down the small carton to get your last few items. You're halfway to reaching a new stall when you hear shouting

'STOP you, little Theif!' Well. It is the capital of the Theives Guild. You dont pay it any mind.... until you feel someone harshly grip your wrist and yank

you squeal and grab the wrist of the Stall owner, holding you, trying to pry your arm free from his crushing grip all the while he is screaming obscenities and accusations at you.

Apparently, the blueberries you had been scrutinizing went missing, so he assumed you must have done it.

He's shouting about what the guards will do to you, that you'll be lucky to keep your hands all the while you try to defend yourself. Insist that you didn't do it, but he's ignoring you.

'No one stole anything.' The stall owner goes silent, Gene in the villages armor... somehow? He has one arm over his shoulder and his other hand pressed against the mans forehead, his voice eerily calm. 'You were straightening out your stall, and you knocked the carton over, remember?'

The stall owners eyes are empty. Completely devoid of original thought as he nods, slowly slurring out a yeah.

'Exactly' Gene continues, taking his hand away from the mans face, light slowly reappearing in the vendors eyes as he does.

You always have to suppress a shiver in your spine seeing Gene use his Magicks.

'Now, don't you think you should give this *poor* civillian a apolagy?' He finishes, his arm tightening around the other mans shoulder .

You start to protest, but the man hurriedly apolagizes as genes arm tightens once more,

'You accept that?' Gene asks you. You nod in response, feeling relieved when he lets the vendor go

'There we go all fixed, now why dont you head back to your stall huh?'

It always amazes you how Gene can sound so polite yet so... threatening. The man wisely chooses to run back to his stall.

Gene smirks at you when you're both alone again.

'Wow, theiving, huh? Didn't think you had it in ya Doll' he starts walking away, leaving you stammering for a few moments before you jog to catch up.

You insist you didn't do it, causing him to laugh and pull out the very carton of blueberries from his bag, much to your shock and horror.

'Yeah I know' he hums handing you the offending fruit 'Honestly those prices were *criminal* someone needs to put a stop to that man' he laughs as if he didnt nearly get you arrested???? The audacity???

You proceed to ask him what the *hell* is wrong with him??? You knew he was a criminal, but you had to *live* here! You nearly got dragged to the guards over blueberries!

The man has the *Gall* to look offended, leaning over, so he's at head level with you

'Really Y/N im hurt, I get you those little blueberries you clearly wanted so bad, *and* swooped in and saved you with that guy back there and this is how you repay me??? Not even a thank you for your *Knight in shining armor* Tsk tsk'

You are feeling a mixture of emotions, annoyance, the urge to appease, ..... and a strange warmth. For better or worse, this is the man you fell in love with, horrendous quirks and all.

You lean over and press a chaste kiss to his lips and mummering a small thank you.

He blinks a few times in suprise before smirking wide to egg you on or tease when he notices you rubbing the wrist that man had grabbed, while not bruised it was certainly discolored and sore.

His already lightless eyes darken...

Irene help that mans soul.

Having just arrived home from the market, you watch from the doorway smiling wide.

Jeffory and Abby are in the den playing pretend with swords. Abby is wearing a hood to show she's the villain shouting out and attacking her father.

You loved moments like these, where the Jury of Nine didn't need your fiancée and you all could just be a normal family together. No expectations or glaring preists looming over you.

Your broken out of your thoughts by Jeffory letting out a shout, holding the sword between his arm and side as if hes been stabbed, dramtically leaning backwards slowly and dropping to his knees monolouging about how evil would never win and he would find a way to save the kingdom even in death before fully laying down on his back and letting his head plop to the side with a dramatic groan.

you can NOT help but laugh at this, You love this man, but he is a SHIT actor, and... the idea of a Jury of Nine member defeated is kinda funny, even if it was just pretend.

That alerts both of them to your presence, Jeffory cracking open one sage green eye suprised, but smiles wide moving to get up and help with your basket when Abby whacks him in the head with a sword

'Gah- Hey!! Abby, not nice!'

'You're supposed to be dead! Lay Down!'

After a quick chastizing about using her words, he does as she asks, After all, he's never reeaalllly been able to say no to her.

She gets back in character, laughing manically and saying the kingdom will finally be hers! Then, walking away from her father laughing all the while

You're getting very caught up in the drama when Abby tosses off her hood and then walks back over to Jeffory's 'body' to gasp in horror

'No!! Sir Knight!!' She cries promising to go and get help when her eyes *lock* on you.

uh oh

She runs over to her toy box and brings you a toy crown whispering to you to put it on.

You obviously do, duh.

' Your Majesty!! Your Majesty!! Sir Knight needs your magical healing powers!! Hurry before it's too late!!' she calls, grabbing your hand with her little one to pull you over to where your fiance lays on the floor.

you hold back a chuckle as you kneel on the floor next to him. " Oh, Poor Sir Knight, I see what you mean, Miss Ah -"

Abby opens her mouth to share whatever wildly elaborate name she has setled on for the game when there is a knock on the door and the muffled shout of one of the neighborhood children.

'Abby!! Abby!!! We are playing pick-up sticks, and the winner gets a sachel of candy! come play!!'

double uh oh

There's a LOUD gasp from the girl next to you. Giant puppy eyes pointed to her father, letting out a series of high-pitched pleases.

he huffs, shaking his head lightly but letting her know she can go but to be back before the sun starts setting.

She runs off , and Jeffory gives a light-hearted eye roll at the attention span of kids moving to sit up when you gave him an amused look.

"I thought you were dead, Im supposed to revive you"

He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and amusment.

you lean down to kiss him, his eyes widening in realization and excitment.

his hands wind into your hair, cradling the back of your head, entrapping you in a loving and passionate kiss.

you cradled his face in your hands in turn, reluctantly turning away when your lungs started protesting, panting for a few moments before chuckling at him.

"Healed you~ Now come on, help me put away the produce," you coo to him, standing up and heading over to your basket, hearing him rushing over to you.

he is just insaciable <3

You always made sure to have Cadenza accompany you when traveling to Metelli.

Not only for her to visit her father and friends, but because your favorite activity with each other can only be done in her home village.

A short walk from Metelli is a HUGE lush wild flower field.

The very same fields that Cadenza used to frequent before you met.

Always setting aside a afternoon if not a day of your trip to devote to your girlfriend and the flower fields, Picnics, exploring, finding flowers that remind you of the other most, making flower crowns, and to end it all off lying in the field together.

Sometimes, you accidentally find yourselves waking up there the next morning, breaking out into hushed giggles and sneaking back to your group.

You're both sitting down in the flowers, fruit sandwiches rest on napkins at your sides, Cadenza carefully crafting a very intricate flower crown while you read your book aloud to her.

Some fantasy novel you're only half paying attention to, Irene your girlfriend is so pretty. it's no wonder that a village nearly went to war over her, Irene knows you would.

That's the thought that led you to stop reading and just watch her, waiting for her to look up from her craft.

She does after only a few moments, confused and ready to ask why you stopped when you rush forward, giving her a sweet yet quick kiss.

With that out of your system, you look back to your book to continue reading to her.

Cadenza has other plans though, after processing the pleasant suprise she squeals loudly and launches forward, pratically tackling you to the ground and peppering your face in quick adoring kisses, the type you can feel her smile through, full of laughs from both you.

Only after every inch of your face has been sufficently kissed does she properly connect your lips, Her long firey hair curtining over you, completely surrounding you in *her*

And there is no place you would rather be <3

[lovelaurs]

may i request a mcd Laurance or Travis (or both??) x reader fic where reader is on their period and having like super bad cramps and overheating and Laur and/or Trav are just trying their absolute best to help??

also just wanna say i adore your fics!! i absolutely loved the last one you wrote from my request (he/him lesbian laur x aroace aph), its was literal perfection <3

LOOKING AFTER YOU

pairing : mystreet travis, laurance x gn reader synopsis : your boyfriend takes care of you while you're on your period! tags : periods, cramps, comfort, cuddling, support word count : 1.2k | around 550 words for each one! a/n : as someone who ends up reading comfort fics of my favorite characters comforting me on my period while cramping, i thought this was a really fun request to right! hopefully this can bring some comfort to someone while they're in pain! - just going to clarify that this is still gender neutral! the only thing that is physically canon within this is having a period, but that does not define the gender of the reader!

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Like clockwork, your time of the month had come.

I mean, it wasn’t like you were that shocked, as your calendar predicted it would come any day now. But… did it have to be today? Really? The day that you and your boyfriend were planning on going on a date?

I mean, come on!

You hadn’t even gone to the bathroom to check the bloody mess you probably caused, knowing you’d have to move around to clean it.

And your bones just ached.

You found yourself lying in bed, groaning, as a familiar voice knocked at your door.

Shit.

TRAVIS

“Hey, babe? You okay?” Travis called from behind the door.

A particular strong cramp hit you just as you were about to respond, causing your voice to waver and sound almost cracked.

“Y-Yep! Just peachy…”

There was a bit of silence as Travis processed how you sounded.

After a few seconds passed, he asked. “Can I come in?” He slowly turned the handle, ready to open the door but pausing to hear your response.

“Fine…” The word was drawn out, mumbled as you turned to your other side, squeezing your pillow.

As he opened the door, he saw you curled up on your bed, your hair frizzy after the amount of tossing and turning you’ve done ever since you woke up.

He quickly rushed over to the side of the bed, kneeling down. “What’s wrong?” He worriedly put a hand to your forehead, looking for a temperature. “Do you feel overheated?”

“No need, Travis. I’m not sick.” You made what sounded to be an inhuman noise as you turned over onto your other side to face him. “I’m just on my period. These cramps are killing me.”

He blinked twice before running to the bathroom, opening up the bottom cabinet and frantically looking for any menstruation products he could find.

He came back with boxes of tampons and pads stacked in his hands, laying them down on your dresser. He began lifting each up, reading the labels to find ones for heavy flow for your first day.

“Let’s see… thin, overnight, swimming…” He kept looking over the boxes, picking up several ones that seemed good for first day flows. “Do you want pads or tampons?”

You groaned out your answer and he nodded, grabbing the box and placing it next to you on the nightstand.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him in, wanting a sense of pressure (his arms) around you. 

Travis got the message almost instantly and crawled across the bed, curling in next to you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and putting pressure on the exact spot you needed it most.

As he put his head into the crook of your neck, he snuggled against you. “You know, you’re going to have to get up eventually.”

You frowned at the thought. “But I don’t want to walk to the bathroom…” You groaned, stuffing your face into the pillow. 

“Well then.” He released you from his arms and got off the bed. “How about I just carry you there?” “What-”

Before you could answer, the man already picked you up, passing you the box you chose earlier, and walked towards the bathroom.

“T-Travis! What are you doing?”

He smiled at you as he placed you down on the lidded toilet seat. “You said you didn’t want to walk over here, right? Well, problem solved.” He then turned the shower on, making sure it was just the right temperature before he headed to the door. “I’ll go make your bed so we can cuddle when you’re out. And if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask, okay?”

“But what about our date-”

“Don’t worry, we can always reschedule.” He reached for the door handle, winking at you. “Besides, I prefer to spend the rest of the day cuddling with you instead!”

LAURANCE

“Laurance…” You groaned his name from your bed.

He slowly opened the door at your call, worriedly peaking in before pushing the door open.

As he looked at you curled up in a ball, he sat on the side of the bed, petting your head. “Cramps, huh?”

You nodded, inhaling sharply as your insides felt like they were twisting.

“I’m going to get you some Advil and heat up your heating pad, alright?” He wasted no time and quickly made his way out of the room, heading for the kitchen.

He hurriedly put the heating pad in the microwave and fetched you the bottle of Advil from the cabinet. He tapped his foot as he hummed a tune, waiting for the heating pad to finish heating up in the microwave.

On his way back, he made sure to grab a water bottle too. He didn’t want you to get dehydrated now, did he?

It wasn’t long before he came back to your room with both hands full of the items, smiling warmly.

It felt like Irene truly blessed you by giving you such a caring man.

He helped you sit up, opening the bottle cap for you and passing you the water as you took the medicine, before finally placing the heating pad on your abdomen. You couldn’t help but sigh as you leaned back against your pillow.

This man would hold the world up for you if it meant you were comfortable, huh?

You scooched in, patting the space next to you, welcoming Laurance into your bed.

He giggled at the sight before laying down next to you, pulling the covers over himself. Laurance quickly wrapped his hands around your waist, holding you tightly. The pressure against you felt almost heaven sent.

“You know, I think this is better than going out on a date.” He nuzzled his face into your hair. “Just the two of us cuddling in bed for who knows how long… I prefer it like this.”

You hummed onto the sheets, before turning yourself around so you could shove your face into his neck. “Mhm… I’m sorry for ruining our date, though.”

Laurance snickered. “How is this your fault in the first place? What, did you manually turn a bleeding switch on or something?”

“No… it’s just that we had everything planned out, with reservations and-”

“Well, we can have just as much fun at home compared to going out to eat.” Laurance grinned, pulling out his phone and opening YouTube. “We can have our own make-shift date right now! Do you want to watch something to help distract you from your cramps?”

You snuggled closer to your boyfriend, humming in agreement as you begin to watch a bunch of funny cat videos.

By the time the videos finished, your Advil had kicked in and you were feeling way better.

You turned to tell Laurance but found him fast asleep, head against your shoulder, breathing softly.

He looked downright adorable.

It wouldn’t be so bad if you took a picture of him like this… right?

You reached over him, trying to get your phone from the nightstand, when all of the sudden you hear him stir, mumbling your name.

With his arms still around you, you were pulled down against the bed as he pulled you to his chest. 

The way his arms slid around your back just felt too good to be true.

He makes your cramps just a little bit better.

@lovelaurs, 2024. do not repost this work in any way!

[dilly-dahlia]

i had a vision and I fear no one will understand it

[chackyxyooj]

Flattery

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Description: He won’t shy away from flattery, as long as it’s for you.

Pairing: MS!Laurance X Reader

WC: 0.5k

Series Masterlist

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You’re not usually someone who stresses about dressing to impress your boyfriend. To be fair, your boyfriend will appreciate the sight of you in just about anything - he’ll revel at the thought of seeing you in nothing - so the thought of dressing up to make him swoon was almost an afterthought. 

That being said, you’re not going through all these outfits to see your boyfriend’s reactions, you’re going through them because you have a semi-formal event to attend this weekend. He just so happens to be in the room with you as you change from outfit to outfit.

You begin to pull off the turtleneck that you thought would look nice for the event but stop when you make eye contact with Laurance. He smiles up at you from the bed, his eyes trailing up and down your body in a shamelessly flirty way. When you can no longer bear the emotions welling up inside of you, you pivot away from the boy and hide yourself from his gaze.

“Something wrong, Love?” Laurance asks, his voice laced with amusement.

You shrug your shoulders and hide the smile that grows on your lips. “Nope. Nothing at all. What gave you that idea?”

“I mean, for starters…” You can hear Laurance shifting his weight to the edge of the bed, as well as the creaking of the floor as he stands up and walks towards you. He stands behind you, not touching you, and gently blows air against the back of your neck. “You turned away from me while you were changing.”

You run your hand over your nape and feel the goosebumps beneath your fingertips. “And?”

“And you know how much I love to bask in my lover’s beauty.” Laurance hums as he snakes his hand around your waist. His fingers are gentle as he wordlessly asks you to turn around. “Are you really going to take that joy away from me?”

“As if you’ll die if you can’t watch me change.”

“Of course I won’t.” Laurance laughs to himself. You can practically feel the playful grin that’s plastered across his face. “But to deprive oneself the enjoyment of his lover’s beauty and grace is to pour away a bottle of water in the midst of a drought. I cannot imagine a more dreadful fate.”

“To pour out a bottle of water? My immersion is broken.”

“Why? Don’t like it?”

“It’s a little too modern to be Shakespeare levels of Romantic, but I like the effort.” You finally give in and turn around to face Laurance.

Laurane’s eyes immediately flicker up your body but he’s quick to meet your gaze. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” He hums. It’s as if his train of thought was completely derailed the moment he could admire you in full. “Way too beautiful for your boyfriend. I think he’s the luckiest man alive, seeing that he managed to woo an enchantress like yourself.”

“Okay, now you’re just going overboard with the compliments.” You laugh and wrap your arms around his waist, bringing yourself against his chest with a satisfied sigh.

“Is that so? Well…” Laurance reaches forward and gently adjusts the collar of your sweater. As he’s doing this his expression softens and you can’t help but stare. Though he notices, he doesn’t immediately comment on it. Rather, he pulls back to admire you further. “As long as I get to hear you laugh, it’s never too much.”

[freshhoneytea]

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?

.

.

.

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.

[inkedcat]

Laurance X Reader

One Night Stand

First post, hope you enjoy 😧🙈

Laurance X Reader

TW: NSFW, bad writing (?) 🥲 (Kawaii-Chan)

Laurance Zvahl.

You had always been one to find him annoying. From the way he carried himself, always with confidence and sunshine surrounding him. From the way he smirked and talked so flirtatious that it caused your stomach to twist in turn in so many ways.

You especially hated the way he was always there. No matter where you went, it’s as if the two of you were connected. At parties, at dinners, at the store, at a festival. He was even there when you were still in highschool, at Phoenix Drop High.

But the worst of all, was when he stared. He never really talked to you or anything but it felt as if he were always staring at you.

Of course, this may you feel shy and a bit nervous. I mean, who wouldn’t be right? He didn’t notice your blush either, right?

You had been attending one of Kawaii-Chan’s parties when Laurance suddenly approached you. Usually you would see him flirt with girls with such confidence, but when he tried talking to you, it seemed as if he was stumbling over his words and stuttering. His hands fiddled and crunched the red cup occasionally.

You stared at him, somewhat jealous by the way he was able to be so fine. Yet you found his demenaor amusing, intrigued by the way he acted around you. His clear blue eyes would occasionally flicker up to your face,

The next thing you knew, he was at your house, pinning your hands above your head. He was letting out trembling breaths as your entire body quivered.

The both of you were so close together. So close.

“Fuck, I never thought..” He started, squeezing his eyes as he blinked before focusing back on you. He didn’t finish his sentence as his eyes found their way to where the both of you connected, your pussy greedily sucking him in. He muttered something to himself, admiring the view.

One of his hands was pinning both of your wrists together against the headboard of your bed. The room smelled of skin and desire. There was clothes scattered all over the floor, showing the excitement.

You scrunched your eyes at him, suddenly moaning as he gave you a teasing thrust. “Laurance..” You called out, sighing his name deliciously.

That caused him to shudder, leaning down to feverishly kiss you. His hand reached up to cup your face. His touch was gentle as he kissed you.

He was a good kisser. You wondered where he learnt to kiss that well before he leaned back and stared at your disheveled state.

His eyes were swirling with a mix of desire but also adoration. You became nervous again, glancing away from his gaze. It felt as if he were studying you, watching you for a long time as if this may be the only time he’ll ever get this close to you.

“I love when you say my name,” he mumbles, leaning down to place another mark on your body.

With his lips on your skin, he just caused you to crumble and melt onto your messy bed. You wanted to scratch his back or anything but you’d already learned your lesson with that as your hands greedily tried to escape his grasp.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips at him, growing frustrated by the way he was teasing you. He had already come into multiple condoms already.

Wasn’t he exhausted already?

You stared up at him, your breathing heavy and tired. “Laurance-“ he groaned “-Fuck me please. Make me come,” you plead out sweetly, not knowing your limits.

His soft brown hair was plastered against his forehead, slight sweat dripping down his face and chest, making him glow under the moonlit sky. I wanted to touch him and I tried to reach over but his hand tugged me back into his restraint.

He chuckled at your words, causing your mind to turn a bit fuzzy.

“As you wish, m’lady,” he left a tender kiss on my neck, smirking as he leaned back.

You were about to reprimand him about such a name but he already began to pound into you, causing you to shut your mouth. Your hands clenched around each other, your back arching as he began to ravish you.

Moans slid right past your mouth, high pitched hiccups along with those as he leaned down and pressed his lips against your skin once again. You hummed, savoring the moment.

Finally, he let go of your hands and as soon as they were free, they went straight to his face, to his chest, or to his arms. His hands glided and gently squeezed your waist, admiring your gleaming skin.

His hips moved at a steady pace. Fast and passionate was his style as his grunted with each thrust. You whimpered at each thrust, each time the tip of his cock touched your sweet spot, it caused you to squeeze your eyes and clench your jaw.

“You’re so pretty..” Laurance whispered huskily, groaning as your hands went to scratch his bag again. This time he didn’t pull you away but he did bite down on your neck, a curse slipping past your lips as he did so.

“So precious..” he moaned, his face centimeters away from yours.

His forehead was pressed against yours, his breath brushing against your lips. His eyes locked with yours as you fluttered your eyes open to stare up at his presence.

“Laurance.. I’m close,” you sob, feeling overstimulated and coming faster than the previous times.

Your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, afraid you might fall through your bed and into the nothing if you let go. He whispered something unintelligible, your mind blurry as you felt a knot form in your stomach, tightening faster and tighter.

He moaned, pressing his body against yours.

Tears started to well up in your eyes, beautifully rolling down your face. Laurance watched you with furrowed brows, kissing the tears away with such tenderness that you forgot he wasn’t yours.

But for tonight, he’s yours. And you’re his.

You threw your head back, whining his name as you gasped at each pounding thrust. With each thrust, the bed creaked. With each thrust, your heart hiccuped. With each thrust, your need for him grew stronger.

“You feel so good,” he mumbled against your skin, peppering soft kisses against your face.

Finally, you felt your entire soul leave your body for a moment, going into a state of nothing but heavenly bliss. With you, was Laurance and his presence. His eyes brought you back and you came, gripping onto his shoulders with so much pressure it may have left bruises.

He also came, a low moan leaving his soft lips as he did so. His voice vibrated against your skin, causing you to shudder and collapse onto your bed.

The both of you stayed like that for a long moment, laying together. He admired you, watching as you closed your eyes and breathed heavily.

He chuckled before pulling back. “You’re not going to sleep, are you?” He smirked, pulling out of you which made you feel empty and clenching around nothing.

Suddenly everything came back to you and you instantly felt shy, grabbing onto the discarded blanket on the floor and wrapping your body up in it. “I-.. no?” You whispered cheekily.

He stared at me for a few moments as he threw the condom away before shaking his head with a laugh. You blushed, watching as he put some his boxers on.

You looked away, squeezing your eyes shut as you burrowed your face into your pillow. What just happened.

You felt a hand gently travel down your back, causing you to look at Laurance and watch as his amused expression teased you. You blushed once again and hid your face in your blanket, pulling it over your head.

“Aren’t you going to shower or.. something?” You asked, your muffled voice making its way through your blanket.

He shrugged, laying down in your bed with you. “I don’t think so, I just wanna lay here and sleep.”

You hummed, feeling the blanket be pulled down to reveal your face. His breath hitched, his eyes darting all over your face as he watched you. You furrowed your brows, looking away.

“You’re disgusting,” you fake gagged, giggling as he feigned a playful offense to it.

“Right, right. Then why don’t you shower with me?” He wiggled his brows.

You rolled your eyes, gasping as he picked you up, still butt naked and dragged you into the bathroom. You pressed your body against his, hoping that would hide the view away from him but he blushed instead from the skin on skin contact.

You blushed as well, huffing as you crossed your arms over your chest, hiding.

The door closed and the water turned on.

Extra:

The Next Morning

You walked out of your house, ready to go to work when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. You turned around quickly, getting into a defensive stance when you realized it was Kawaii-Chan.

“Oh, Kawaii-Chan, it’s you,” you sighed in relief.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, looking at her strangely.

She had this cheeky grin on her face. You narrowed your eyes at her, crossing your arms. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh nothing.” She smiled suspiciously.

“But Kawaii-Chan may or may not have seen Laurance-Kun and (Y/N)-Senpai sneak off last night at she party,” she giggled to your horror.

“Don’t worry, Kawaii-Chan is not mad,” she said, raising a finger up to her lips before scarily walking backwards into a bush.

You stood there in horror, afraid of the things she might do.

[reallifemystreetselfinsertharem]

pairing: laurance x romeavesister!reader

a/n: I don’t know what this is I wrote it like two years ago when I was obsessed with him and only used wattpad for reading… in all its lowk really cringe lmao

content/summary: cliche younger sister x brothers bestfriend dynamic, laurance being a complete “casanova” flirty freak, me writing my heart out to fulfill my delusions of being loved gently, overprotective garroth, fluff? takes place in pdh

total word count: 454 words

uhh kind of new to all this so don’t flame me for the above content thingy

"no! i never said thattt~" y/n mused, playfully punching the brunette who was about a whole foot and a half taller than her. his bright icy eyes squinted as he smiled down at her, locking eye contact.

laurance and y/n had met after garroth introduced him as his bestfriend in middle-school. y/n and laurence hadn't really gotten close until y/n's freshman year of high school.

even though y/n had been in the year below the boys, they constantly hung out together.

laurence invited y/n to the park to hangout, alone. he had now offered to walk her home.

"y/n." laurence brought his hands around y/n's, bringing her fist up to kiss her knuckles. watching y/n's face heat up brought a smug grin to laurence's face.

the brunette's hands were soft, they were gentle with the smaller girl's.

"laurence... w-whats this?" y/n melted under laurence's gaze as he towered over her.

y/n always saw how laurence made girls swoon under his charm, not to mention she was secretly one of those girls. though, she covered it up by playfully teasing him about his flirting.

this was EXTREMELY different from his usual casanova charm.

besides the fact that the charm had never been used directly towards y/n. actually that was the main fact, the fact was that the chestnut haired boy was flirting.. flirting with y/n.

"I've wanted to talk to you about something for a while now..." laurence clasped her hand in his own, causing y/n to tense up.

no way. y/n's face grew even hotter as she internally screamed.

"I really like you." laurence stroked y/n's hand with his thumb.

"i..." y/n mumbled, her face now as red as fire and as hot as it.

"i like you too, laurence.."

laurence's eyes widened, like he actually thought she would reject him. he let go of her hands to pull her closer into him, he tucked her hair behind her ear. leaning forward towards her ear he whispered,

"y/n, may i kiss you?"

the soft whisper excited y/n, and before she knew it she closed a gap between her and the brunette.

oh. my. gosh. it was happening. now. all infront of her own eyes, and garroth's.

"LAURENCE!"

the brunette pulled away to see a fuming blond across the street. frantically sprinting towards the two.

"laur..." she ran her fingers through his hair with a smile,

"you should start running."

the chestnut haired boy nodded and smirked, quickly pecking her cheek before abruptly running down the block.

"IM GONNA CUT OFF YOUR HANDS, LAURENCE! POSSIBLY YOUR TONGUE TOO!" garroth screamed as he chased laurence.

[starhvney]

a requester asked: Travis, Garroth, Laurance, and Gene from MCD with tea, cream, and pumpkin bread. If that works! If it makes any sense star, have an amazing day and don’t overwork yourself!!!

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟗: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: romantic tension, fluff, teaching/training/mentoring a skill

𝐚/𝐧: i LOVED this one hehe thanks for requesting, and have an amazing day/night! i’ll try not to overwork myself hhahahash but we shall see

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

“I’ll admit, I didn’t expect you to go so hard back there…” Travis winces as he sits on a suitable log, holding up his arm to look at the deep cut he’d acquired in your sparring match.

“I’m really sorry,” you genuinely apologize, sitting next to him. “I thought you were paying attention to my swing.”

“I guess I was distracted by something…” He bites his lip, a fox-like grin spreading on his face that puts his fanged canines on display. “But, ah… I’ve had much worse than this, don’t worry.”

It doesn’t ease much of your guilt, and you reach to gently hold his arm–inspecting it with a frown.

“...If you really want to apologize, why don’t you patch me up?” he suggests, pulling his pack from his back and setting it in your lap.

“I don’t really know how to that well,” you hesitate, eyes wide when he pulls out a needle and thread, setting it in your hands as he wipes the blood from his wound with a clean cloth.

“Then I’ll teach you,” he grins. “I only need a few anyways. It should be easy to do.”

“Uh…”

“Trust me. You’re not gonna hurt me anymore than you already did, beautiful,” he leans closer, eyes lidded as his face hovers near yours.

“I’ll add another cut,” you warn, and the impish man backs away with a chuckle.

“Alright! I can take a hint,” he places his uninjured hand over his chest theatrically. “Even though it hurts.”

He points down at his wound, giving you a pouted lip. “Now, could the pretty woman please grace my wounds with her touch before I bleed out?”

You situate the thread and needle in your hands, feeling nervous again. “Okay… how should I do this?”

“Just carefully thread it through the first couple layers of skin there and pull. Not too deep that out hurts but also not too shallow that it doesn’t hold,” he explains, leaning over you as you carefully do as he says. “Then loop it around there and pull gently… not too tight but enough to connect the skin together again.”

He only winces a bit as he talks, seeming used to the pain. He was right, only a few stitches were needed before the wound was closed, and the healing ointment and bandages he also had in his pack made finishing the job rather quick and easy.

“How’d you learn this?” you ask, as you finish tying it off the end of the bandage. 

“Well, not many doctors would accept the son of the Demon Warlock,” he says quietly. “After so many failed attempts of doing it on your own, you eventually learn.”

A wave of sadness washes over you at the admission, the image of a younger version of Travis in pain and tears as he fails to nurse his own injuries heartbreaking to think about. Green eyes dart over your face when you remain speechless, and the man quickly jumps to his feet.

“But! Now you and I both know their technique, so what good are they for anyways?” With his hand held out, he bows to you, offering help to bring you to your feet.

You take it, standing with a quiet sigh.

“Hey, don’t look so upset. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been now that such a fine-looking face worried over me.”

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

Your breath creates steam in the cold air as you stand in front of the dummy, the burlap sacks sliced and stabbed in several places; causing their hay insides to spill onto the ground. Despite the cold, you were warmed up from how long you’d been training with the head guard today, and you’d even shed a layer of your heavy clothing in the process.

Of course, the man in charge of your combat lesson naturally ran hotter than you, so you were both blessed and subjected to his upper half only to be covered by his linen undershirt. Every time he’d demonstrate a way he wanted you to swing or how to change your footwork, your eyes would drift to the thick muscles that pulled against his sleeves and stretched the material over his chest.

Truly, it wasn’t your fault! He was tall enough that those assets happened to be directly within your line of sight, so if anything it was his fault for… being so tall and muscular!

“…No, that’s not what I showed you…” Garroth sighs gently when you once again mess up your stance. Seeming as you hadn’t been paying close attention to his feet when he’d given you a demonstration, you were a bit lost when he put you on the spot.

Walking up to your side, strong arms come around either side of you as he adjusts your grip, his leg coming between yours to push your feet out. You have to stop yourself from letting your jaw fall completely to the floor, the proximity of the man towering over you nearly scrambling any semblance you had left to remain professional.

“You seem distracted today. Are you feeling well?” He asks as he steps away, a concerned look in his eye as he looks over your face.

“Um… no, I’m perfectly fine…” You chuckle nervously, dipping your sword a bit as you scold yourself for your obviousness.

“Are you sure?” he frowns, strong hand landing on your shoulder and squeezing in an act of comfort. It only heats your skin on fire, sending your thoughts reeling. “We can take a break, if you need to.”

“No. I’m alright,” you breathe. “Let’s continue.”

“…Alright, then let’s change from practicing offense to defense,” he gives in to your insistence, walking over to pick up a shield and place it on your arm.

The distance he puts between you a moment later gives you a moment to breathe, but not before he’s readying himself to attack. A sense of panic takes over you as you move to ready yourself, his nod for your short spar to begin coming all too soon.

He charges, and in one swipe the shield is immediately knocked from your hands, the force of his strength immediately overtaking you. You stumble back, and you’re sure you’re set to fall right down on your back as your feet lose their balance.

With a yelp, you tense for the impact, but you only fall for a split second before a hand tightly wraps around your arm. His sword dully falls against the training ground dirt before his other hand shoots your other side, pulling you up in a quick motion to your feet.

Briefly, you’re pressed against his chest, his heart racing against your ear and arms wrapping around you to hold you steady. He’s warm, so warm, that you almost forget the reason he was holding you in the first place. The brief sense of his strong muscles pressed against you is taken away when he pulls you back enough to get a good look at you.

His eyes are wide, unblinking, darting across your form and checking for injuries. “I think… this has been enough training for today. Are you okay?”

You manage a nod, focused in on the rising blush against his ears and cheeks. “Yes.”

“…Good. Now, how about I treat you to a meal?”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“One thing Garroth hasn’t taught you is the art of smooth-talking,” Laurance leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. The calm breeze of the day rushed past the two of you as you sat on the edge of the guard tower, looking out on the village. “It can get you out of any sticky diplomatic situation.”

You cross your arms, humming with a raised brow. “Ah, yes. Something you know all about, huh?”

“I’d never deceive you if that’s what you’re implying,” he says with an offended gasp. “By my honor!”

You can’t help but laugh, turning away to attempt to hide it from him to no avail. When you turn back, he’s looking at you with a soft gaze and quirked lip. He hums, smile widening as he watches your eyes dart away shyly.

“I’m serious, though,” he starts, tilting his head at you with an intent look. “I don’t want you to be in a situation where simply swinging your sword around isn’t going to work and you end up in trouble.”

You deadpan.

“Are you saying I’m a brute or are you insulting my ability to communicate?”

He tilts his head back, hearty laughter dancing into the air as a hand reaches up to his stomach. “Neither! Though if you were a brute you sure are the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.”

For everything that is good, he really can never let up on his flirting, can he? You lower your head, giving him a glowering look at his insistent teasing within every sentence he utters to you. It wasn’t fair to your poor heart, as it betrayed you with its quick beating in your chest. The way you were never able to fully gain your composure next to him was entirely frustrating.

“Will you continue to display how good you are at smooth talk or are you going to teach me?”

A snort leaves his lips. “Well your methods of intimidation need some work, too-”

You swing, narrowly missing his arm before he scoops your hands up in his. “Hey now! What did I just say about using words over violence? Not off to a good start, huh?”

He softens his smile, lowering your hands. “You have to be personable. To play on the other’s weakness to get the answer you want. I’ll give you an example.”

With a subtle tilt of his head and a pleading lift of his lashes, the man leans forward, his voice softening. “My lady, your forced indifference wounds me to my very core. Can’t you consider my advances as genuine?”

Your body betrays you once again as a rush of blood rises to your cheeks. You’re quick to look away, attending your focus back on the village below you.

“Does that work on most ladies?”

“Oh my, don’t tell me you’re jealous,” he moves his head to get a better look at your expression, his eyes eating up the slight pout on your lips. “I hope you know the only woman I have eyes for is you…”

You don’t respond, and he forms his own answer with an almost giddy smile. He’s quick to return to his suave demeanor only a moment later. “I see. Well, what’s your response? Give me your best shot.“

His smug reaction is enough to make your pride stubbornly rear its head. So you turn to him again, eyes narrowed and face coming only inches from his as you give a similar look that he’d given you only a moment prior.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t keep teasing and distracting me on the job,” you whisper scoldingly. “Don’t you think it’s unfair to a subordinate to tempt them all the time from wanting to do anything but their assignment?”

The smug look is replaced with a look of awe and an almost unnoticeable hitch of air caught in his throat. He dares to lean in closer, eyes longing as they drift down to your lips, his own parting for a moment before he clears his throat, leaning back again.

“Ah, good job,” he smirks, though his cheeks are flushed. “Consider me charmed. Though, I already was, so how fair of an assessment can I give…?”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

Wind rushes by your ears as you sprint further into the forest, your breaths quick as you stare down at the ground ahead of you, your feet searching for the quietest part of the ground to step on. Still, the leaves and twigs crunch under your boots, and your lungs loudly gasp for air–the noise echoing off the trees around you.

A large tree looks promising ahead, the trunk wide enough for you to side behind if only for a moment to rest. Your hand meets the rough bark as you swing around to the other side, pressing your back flat against it. 

In nature, animals and bugs can sense when there’s a shift in the normalcy of their small lives. They can feel when the energy shifts; when there’s something dangerous nearby. A predator. Something that wasn’t meant to be there.

You can feel it too.

Even if you didn’t, the nature around you gives plenty of warning. There’s no bird chatter or the distant rustling of bushes as critters search for a snack. Eerie silence save for the rushing of blood in your ears settles over, sending a fearful spike of adrenaline through your legs. You can’t tell if it was going to make you take off in another spurt of energy or if it would make you collapse down onto the bed of grass beneath you.

There’s not much time for you to decide which it is before an almost intentional snap of a twig under what could only be a person’s foot sounds from your left. You quickly twist your neck to look, only to be met with more empty forest before your eyes.

A breath brushes against your right ear, low and amused—and most definitely meant to startle you. Arms snatch around your torso, lifting you into the air and against a built chest as you yelp in surprise.

“You, my dear, are not very good at this.” Gene’s lips press against your ear; his breath unnervingly hot.

You swallow, gasping for air while your feet dangle in the air. Your heart feels like it’s going to leap straight out from your throat with every quick harsh beat, making you dizzy as the chase concludes.

“I made it pretty far.” you gasp, pointing your toes to the ground and still unable to gain footing.

“Yet all of the strategies I’ve shown you were nowhere to be found. I could hear you from a mile away, pretty.”

“It’s not fair, you have an advantage by nature…”

A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he slowly sets you down, though his arms still keep you trapped against him.

“That’s true… but I don’t know… I’ve been teaching you these techniques all week and you still haven’t caught on at all,” He muses in a teasing tone, grabbing your chin and tilting you up to look at him. “Maybe I just need to follow you around forever to guard you from attacks.”

His dark eyes dance between blue and red, both deep in hue like blood spilling into the deep ocean. It’s dangerously mesmerizing, entrancing despite your very nature fighting against it. A lithe finger taps against your cheek when you don’t offer him any response, his head tilting at you as his tongue runs over his teeth. 

“Hm? Is that it? Should I never let you out of my hands?” He suggests, voice bordering something possessive, or maybe an emotion that ran indescribably further down than that. “Maybe you want that.”

A second passes before he lets you go, gently shoving you ahead. “One more. I’ll give you a longer head start this time.”

“H-huh?” you pant, turning around with wide eyes to look at him as he leans against the tree, not looking worn or phased at all. “Right now?”

“One… two…”

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A New Dawn 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 | Chapter one

🍮 Various!MyStreet X Reader

When you move in with your best friend Kawaii~Chan and two new roommates, out of convenience to move out of your brother's apartment.

This fanfic will follow the events of season one of mystreet but quite differently! The characters will be the same but with a few headcanon's sprinkled in! some characters will go through different arcs that they didn't go through season one *cough* laurance and garroth learning not to be creeps towards aphmau *cough*

I really hope yall enjoy my passion project!

WC: 7,000k

“Wow, this place is amazing!”

You could not help but agree with Kawaii~Chan this is certainly the nicest place you ever lived in.

“I know, right? It’s so big and nice looking.” You smile complimenting the exterior of the house. It looked newly built ( it probably was ) The house had two stories and was made out of brick.

Oh, and the grass was so green too!

“I’m glad you guys like it so much!” Aphmau smiled, admiring the new house she purchased with the help of her friends.

Katlyn looks at the house skeptically “Are you sure we can even afford this place?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Aphmau replies immediately.

“What do you even do for a living?”

“Uh well-” aphmau stumbles on her words “It's a night job..”

Aphmau notices how Katlyn looked at her and tries to clarify. “I don’t want word getting around on where exactly I work… it’s a part of my contract.”

But Aphmau's vague answer doesn’t seem to satisfy Katlyn’s curiosity “That’s weird? Never heard of that before.”

“Trust me the whole job is weird.”

Both you and Kawaii~Chan look at each other, raising your eyebrows at the strange situation.

“Weird, how?” Kawaii~Chan asks.

You knew how nosy your best friend was. If she doesn't know the answer to something, she’ll ask millions of questions or unintentionally annoy them till she finds out.

“No comment..” Aphmau leaves the conversation at that.

“Wahhhh! You can't trust us?!”

Aphmau sighs, “Kawaii~Chan! You're the one who was snapping pictures of me and Aaron on the side! Of course, I don't trust you! But I'll live with you.”

“Aww, poo…” kawaii~chan pouts.

Katelyn chuckles “Heh, fine, keep it a secret. We live with you now, so we'll find out eventually.”

“B-but, Katelyn~Sama! Kawaii~Chan wants to know now!” Kawaii~Chan wines.

“Patience, Kawaii~Chan. Let's play Aphmau's game. If she's keeping it a secret, then this is gonna be good.” Katelyn gets one last snarky remark before walking inside the new house.

Aphmau looks baffled at Katelyn’s statement. “Uh.... okay...What did she mean by that?”

“I’m sure she’s just playing around?” You suggest but honestly, you had no idea what she meant by that either...

Granted, you didn’t know Katelyn that well.. heck you didn’t even know Aphmau that well either.. Your first time meeting her was last week to talk about the whole rent situation.

The only reason why you moved in with them was because Kawaii~Chan so kindly suggested you to aphmau as their fourth roommate knowing how desperately you wanted to move out of your brother's apartment.

It’s not that you hated your brother.. quite the opposite you adored him. But he’s already in the stage of his life where he has a child and a fiancé, you just didn’t wanna feel like you were freeloading off of them.

Kawaii~Chan nods in agreement with your suggestion “Oooh, you know Katelyn~Sama... she just likes to get in a snarky remark.”

“Anywho, Aphmau~Senpai! You should have the biggest room! Katelyn~Sama, Y/N-Chan, and Kawaii~Chan all agreed before we came out here, that since Aphmau~Senpai is paying more on rent, you should get the biggest room!” Kawaii~Chan explains excitedly.

Aphmau looks at Kawaii~Chan in surprise “Uh, what? No, no. Kawaii~Chan, I-I'm fine with whatever!”

“Nono you deserve it! You did all the work to find the house and you’d even let me live with you, without even knowing me well.. the least you deserve Is the biggest room,” you added, you wanted Aphmau to know that her having the biggest room is just a gift of gratitude from all of you for her for setting all of this up.

Aphmau looked genuinely touched by your words, and she placed a hand on your shoulder. Her eyes gleamed with gratitude, and her words were soft and sincere. “Thank you, Y/N, seriously. I appreciate your offer, but I truly don’t mind which room I end up getting. Plus, you’re a pretty cool person to hang out with, so I don’t mind you living with me.”

You smile at Aphmau, appreciating her kind words.

Kawaii~Chan lightly pushes Aphmau towards the house. “Now, go on and pick! Kawaii~Chan is going to be here to get her stuff down!”

Then Kawaii~Chan goes into the van and gestures for you to follow.. and you do.

Aphmau gives you and Kawaii~Chan one final grateful smile, before grabbing her stuff and heading inside the house. While you help Kawaii~Chan get the boxes out of the van.

You smile at Kawaii~Chan, taking out your first box from the van. “I can’t believe we’re living together! I’m so excited.. this is the first time I’m living without one of my siblings.”

Kawaii~Chan returns your smile, as she puts a box onto the ground too. “It’s such a huge upgrade from your old place.”

“I know! It was so cramped living with my brother and his fiancé.. it was nice— don’t get me wrong but I felt out of place. Y’know?” You explain trying not to come off as ungrateful towards your brother for even lending you his space.

Kawaii~Chan nods in understanding, her expression soft and empathetic. “Having personal space is one of the best things about moving out. But kawaii~Chan is sure your brother and his fiancé appreciated having Y/N~Chan around.” She chuckled, picking up another box. “Although, Kawaii~Chan is sure they needed some privacy too—”

Kawaii~Chan winked at you, giggling to herself.

You roll your eyes at your best friend, not wanting to think about the implications of her joke. “Though, I’m sure they never do with their son running around.”

“Oh yeah, kids can be quite the barrier when it comes to that.” Kawaii~Chan laughed in agreement, taking one of your last boxes out of the van.

While you pull one of your many paintings out of the van.

Kawaii~Chan smirked teasingly and glanced at the painting in your hand. “Ooh, is that another painting? Can Kawaii~Chan see?”

You hand Kawaii~Chan the painting, “Sure even though I’m sure, I’ve already shown you it before.”

Kawaii~Chan carefully takes the painting from you and inspects it closely. The expression on her face lights up as she looks at the art, and lets out a quiet ‘whoa’.

“Geez, Kawaii~Chan swears, how is your art always so good?! Like, Kawaii~Chan is pretty sure you’ve definitely shown her this painting, but no matter how many times she sees it, it never fails to impress her.”

You blush at your best friend's compliment. “you say that every time.”

Kawaii~Chan laughs in return and continues to admire the painting for a few more seconds, before handing it back to you. “Of course Kawaii~Chan does! She is not lying when she says you have a talent. Kawaii~Chan is serious, if you opened an art shop, you’d be rich in seconds.”

“It’s just a hobby.. y’know that! Plus I’d be way too shy to ever do something like that.”

Kawaii~Chan nods, knowing exactly how introverted you can be. You know she can't help but feel a bit worried about it since you have such a difficult time making friends or even socializing properly.

“Kawaii~Chan knows. But still, she wishes you were more confident. It would be so good for you if you put yourself out there a bit more, and maybe get yourself a man in the process?”

You scoff at your friend “Nana.. men don’t even notice me.”

Kawaii~Chan rolls her eyes, and gently punches your shoulder. “Men are just blind and have no taste, that’s the problem. You’re perfect! Well… except for you being a social recluse, that's a problem. But honestly, you’re a catch! Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

“Nana, that's really sweet..” you smile, getting the last of your paintings out of the van.

“Wanna check the house with me?” You ask

Kawaii~Chan shakes her head no, probably because she has a few more boxes to take out of the van. “You go ahead, Kawaii~Chan still needs to take care of a few things.”

“Kawaii~Chan, come to find you when she’s done here, so try not to get lost, okay?” She chuckled while wiping some sweat off her forehead.

“no promises!” You tease grabbing your boxes and paintings before heading inside the house.

⋆˙⟡♡

You place everything down in your room. It wasn't the biggest but it was more than enough to hold all your stuff.

You open your biggest box named “room decorations.”

It was mostly fake plants, posters, and tiny anime figures...

You had a massive collecting problem..

And that brings a dent in your wallet with your librarian salary...

You wouldn’t be able to set up any of your figures today because your desk and all your bigger items wouldn’t be here till later this evening...

You sigh just deciding to decorate your room with posters till then...

You pulled out a few of them from the box, most of them were posters from your favorite game series, Animal Crossing, Kingdom Hearts, and Final Fantasy..

You weren’t the biggest gamer.. You’ve always been more into books rather than games but you quickly got into those franchises once your sister introduced you to them.

Since your sister introduced you to games you in return begged her to read some books that you thought maybe she would love.

She agreed.. Even if it took a while, she ended up loving it.

Ever since then it’s been a tradition between the two of you to recommend each other video games or books.

You smile at the memory fondly.. reminding yourself to text your sister later about the move.

Suddenly you hear Katlyn’s crazy laugh running down stairs as Aphmau chases her.

You walk out your room to figure out what’s happening to only see Katelyn nowhere in sight and aphmau trying to catch her breath by the stairs .

You walk down the steps and you hear

Aphmau mutters “Geez, Katelyn, get back here! I- I swear, Katelyn, I just- ugh-”

You were about to ask Aphmau what happened exactly, only to be shocked by Kawaii~Chan's voice.. you didn’t see her in the kitchen.

“Aphmau~Senpai! Y/N-Chan let's go introduce ourselves to the neighbors! Come on!”

Aphmau lets out a groan, looking at Kawaii~Chan with slight irritation. Her jet, black hair is messy, and she looks out of breath and extremely annoyed.

“Y-yeah, sure, we can introduce ourselves.”

Aphmau sighs in defeat, before a small smile appears on her face. “But we’ll have to be quick, I think I need a mini break after all that.”

“But do we have something to give them?” You ask

Kawaii~Chan picks up a fruit bowl from the counter.

“Here, Kawaii~Chan has a fruit bowl. She only has one, so we can only meet one neighbor.”

“Uh, alright. I guess that's better than nothing. Come on, let's go.” Aphmau says before just leaving through the front door expecting yall the follow along.

⋆˙⟡♡

Aphmau points at a house

“Let's go over there.”

You look at many houses, they all look the same but slightly different but you guess that’s just how all suburban neighborhoods look.

“this whole neighborhood looks really nice!” Kawaii~Chan exclaims looking around in child-like wonder.

You smile at your friend's excitement and nod in agreement, “Every house here is so fancy..”

Aphmau nods, glancing at the houses she passes by, “Yeah… it looks better than what I expected. I guess we just picked the good side of the neighborhood, huh?”

Once you were at the front door, Aphmau stopped in front of it, and turned towards you and Kawaii~Chan.

“Alright… So who's going to ring the doorbell?”

Both you and Kawaii~Chan look at aphmau shaking your head no..

Aphmau does it with a sigh, The door opens behind her, and she turns to see a guy with black hair and green eyes at the door.

“Well well well. I didn't know cute girls were delivering pizza these days.” Your neighbor flirts with yall with a smile.. but it came off as more dorky than anything else.

“Are you serious? You live here, Brendan?” Aphmau sighs.

“You know this guy?”

You meant to say that softly towards aphmau but it was accidentally loud enough that everyone heard.

Brendan turns his head towards you, before turning back to Aphmau with a look that clearly says 'is she with you?’

Aphmau crosses her arms.

“Yeah… this is Brendan, he's a friend of mine and he’s also an idiot.”

Brendan rolls his eyes, clearly not amused by her statement. “Oh c’mon, don’t be rude, Aph. At least I’m a charming idiot.”

“Hahaha, um, no, anyway we actually just, uh, moved next door. Kawaii~Chan and Y—“

“BRENDAN~KUN! LONG TIME NO SEE!” Kawaii~Chan interrupts Aphmau, seemingly happy to see this guy.

“K-K-K-K-K-KAWAII~CHAN! I DIDN'T THINK Y-YOU WOULD BE—”

Then he faints..

You and Aphmau both jump a bit in surprise, not exactly expecting Brendan to suddenly just… fall on the ground. Aphmau quickly shakes off the shock, and crouches down next to him.

“Oh jeez, he just… fainted.”

Aphmau lets out a small huff, glancing at Kawaii~Chan.

You all turn when you hear noise and look across the street.

There was another moving van by the house across from you

“Huh? Uh, someone's moving in right across from us. The same day we are? What a coincidence! Come on, we should go say hi.” Aphmau suggest

“Maybe we should bring the unconscious man into his house first?” You look at the unconscious man on his own doorstep.

Aphmau looks down at Brendan’s still unconscious body, and her expression shows a hint of disbelief. “You’re right… We should probably get him in his house. I would hate for him to wake up on the ground, that can’t be comfortable.”

She stands up, and turns to you and Kawaii~Chan. “Can you guys help me out here? I’m way too weak to carry him on my own.”

You and Kawaii~Chan nod, and go over to Brendan’s body, each grabbing one of his arms and hoisting him up from the ground. You try your best to carry him into his house, though he’s pretty heavy.

You got him onto his couch .. and you caught your breath. This was definitely the most athletic thing you did all year.

“I hope he’s okay.. I’ve never seen someone just faint like that”

“Yeah, I hope so too. But knowing Brendan, he’ll probably be okay in a few hours? He’s a lot tougher than he looks… which is kind of sad.” Aphmau walks out of Brendan's house then turns to you.

Aphmau waves at you and Kawaii~Chan to follow her. “Come on, we can check on him later. Right now we have new neighbors to greet.”

⋆˙⟡♡

“Hey there, new neighbors. My name is Aphmau, and this is— Garroth?! Dante?! Laurence?! Uh—”

Aphmau looks at the mystery men in shock.

You're just shocked you’ve never seen such beautiful men before..

Well you have but only in movies, not in real life.

The first guy you laid eyes on, had the most striking appearance in your opinion.. He had medium-length, dark brown hair, and a captivating shade of blue or green you couldn't exactly tell.. but it really matched his tan skin!

Oh! And he was stylish too, wearing a sorta dark academia type of outfit.

The guy in the middle was a total hottie too!

He had a very noble appearance. Like he’d be a knight or as a prince in a fantasy novel? Maybe even both.

He had short neatly kept blonde hair that compliments his strong facial features. His eyes are very striking blue, and he was tall and muscular..

The last guy was cute too!

He had a more approachable appearance, He has longer dark blue hair but it looked more dyed then your roommate's more natural blue. That didn’t mean you hated his hair, you loved it actually! It reminded you of the emo hair you’d seen on tumbler.

His whole vibe just screamed “I’m in a band.”

Especially since he had so many piercings. You noticed a lip piercing, an eyebrow piercing, and from what you can see a few ear piercings also.

You blush a little.. shaming yourself for looking at these men like eye candy..

Your twenty-four for Irene sake!

Pull yourself together!

“Yo!” The guy with the dark academia vibe said to aphmau.

“Wow.. Do you guys just know everybody in this neighborhood?” You ask Kawaii~Chan but she just shrugs her shoulders without giving any clear answer.

“Hey, Kawaii~Chan. Let me ask you, do you think I'm handsome?” The guy with blue hair ask

“Huh? Why do you ask such a question?”

“Hm, just trying to prove a point.”

“Well, Kawaii~Chan thinks Dante~Kun is cute, but... she can't see her shipping you with Aphmau~Senpai or anything like that.”

“W-What!?” Dante looked shocked by Kawaii~Chan words and the other men just laughed.

“Told you he was no threat.” The brunette man gloats.

“D-don't you start with me!” Dante argues

Kawaii~Chan chuckles awkwardly “Speaking of shipping, uh, Kawaii~Chan has to go set up her... uh, never mind! Be back, and don't follow me! Especially you, Aphmau~Senpai!”

“Uh, well, that was weird.” Aphmau glances back at the road where Kawaii~Chan went down, a bit confused.

Aphmau turns back to the boys, and crosses her arms, giving them a bit of a frown. “So, why are you guys all here? This isn’t exactly where any of you live.”

“Now now, we can explain... you see, since you were moving, we... uh, decided to move as well! And uh... this place just so happened to catch our eyes, and uh... so we moved here! W-we had no idea you were moving here as well!” The man with brown hair rambles, refusing to make eye contact with Aphmau.

“Laurance, look me in the eyes. Are you lying to me?” Aphmau asks Laurance.

“Lie? To you? Pft, No, never! I mean, you know what, G-Garroth can answer that. GARROTH!” Laurance runs into the house, leaving Aphmau to walk up to Garroth with you in hand.

“Garroth.”

“Garroth, did you guys find out I was moving here, and decide to move here as well?” Aphmau ask again

“Y-Ye-NO! Dante was the one who moved us here because he was um... he set up the viewing this morning! YEAH! THAT'S IT! GO... TALK TO HIM!”

Garroth runs into the house too, just leaving you, Aphmau, and Dante..

“I— Garroth, Garroth! Ugh! Oh my gosh, rgh! I swear, these guys are just—” aphmau takes a breath “Fine. You know what, I will go talk to Dante. Dante!”

Dante walks over to you and aphmau with a smile, “Why hello there Aphmau” then looks at you “oh! And her very cute friend”

You blush at his compliment, not used to people, noticing you at all.

Aphmau scowls when Dante starts to turn his attention towards you, giving him a glare.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not getting distracted. I’m not done talking to you. You’re going to give me a straight answer, right now, mister. “

Aphmau taps her foot on the ground with impatience.

Dante flinches, and holds his hands up in surrender, a nervous smile on his face.

“Okay, okay! Jeez, you’re intimidating when you want to be, you know that?”

Aphmau rolls her eyes, “Yes, I do know that. Now. No more distractions. Did you all move here because you knew I was moving here?”

“I did... you know why? Because I wanted to be next to the two most beautiful girls in the world.”

Dante blows kisses specifically looking at you and you feel like your heart is going to explode.

Aphmau rolls her eyes once again, becoming annoyed by Dante’s flirty tendencies. She glances over at you, and huffs a bit.

“Dante, stop it. You’re embarrassing Y/N…”

Dante chuckles, and shrugs his shoulders. “ Aww, come on. I’m just complimenting her. Plus look at her. She’s cute when she’s blushing, don’t you think?”

Aphmau’s expression deadpans, not amused by his words. “I see you’re being as persistent as usual. You know I'm not happy about this, right? I mean, you all just decided to move here, with no warning or anything, just because I’M here.”

“What can I say? I love looking at beautiful things.”

“Anyway I’m ordering pizza tonight, I’d love to see everyone there.” Then Dante looks at you with a smile “Especially you cutie! But seriously it's just going to be a nice housewarming party and a treaty for you not to kill me aph.”

Aphmau sighs, and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Oh my gosh… Alright, alright. We’ll come, but keep your hands to yourself, got it? You can’t just flirt with Y/N. Or me, for that matter.”

Dante pouts a bit, and lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I can’t even flirt? Not even a little?”

Aphmau gives him a look, and crosses her arms.

“No. Absolutely not.”

Dante pouts a bit more, clearly not happy by the fact he can’t flirt. Before putting on his signature smirk.

“Aw, you’re no fun, you know that?”

Aphmau rolls her eyes yet again

“Yeah, and you’re a pain.”

With that you and Aphmau walked off back to your guys house..

Aphmau walks along with you, holding your hand as she gently rubbed her thumb against it.

“I’m so sorry about Dante. He can be so… annoying at times.”

“Nono it’s fine.. I’m just flustered..”

Aphmau nods her head, and gently squeezes your hand. “Yeah, I get that. Dante, and hell all the boys really, can be pretty flirtatious. They don’t know when to back off sometimes.”

“I’m sure most of them are only flirty with you though.. I mean you are very pretty” you suggest

Aphmau flushes a bit

“Oh, stop. You’re just saying that. And besides, I don’t think I’m that pretty… They don’t flirt because they think I’m pretty. It’s just because I’m a girl.”

After Aphmau words yall just silently walked the rest of the way home hand in hand.

⋆˙⟡♡

You ask Kawaii~Chan to help you pick out your outfit for tonight at Dante’s house.

She excitedly helped you, being more than happy to assist with anything to do with fashion. You and Kawaii~Chan sat on your floor with a few different outfits spread all across the carpet.

You wanted to find the most perfect outfit to wear to Dante’s housewarming party to make a good first impression.

You cringe about how silent you were earlier when you first met him.. He probably thinks you are so weird.

“So have you picked an outfit yet, Y/N~Chan?” Kawaii~Chan asks, her words break you out of your train of thought..

You liked all the outfits on the carpet but you didn’t think any of them were good enough.

“I don’t know which to choose.. I don’t want to make a bad first impression”

Kawaii~Chan picks up an outfit, and holds it up for you to see. It was a simple white dress with matching shoes and hairpins.

“You’re overthinking it, Y/N~Chan. Even if you wear your PJs to that party, kawaii~Chan guarantees the boys are just gonna think you’re as cute as always.”

“Nana, I’ve just never hung out with anybody besides you.. I’m just a little nervous”

Kawaii~Chan smiles, and sets the outfit back on the floor. She grabs your hands, and squeezes them gently. “Don’t worry, Y/N~Chan. It’s going to be fine, she promises . The boys are really nice. They won’t think anything bad of you! Besides, kawaii~Chan will be there the whole time!”

“you will?” You ask

Kawaii~Chan nods.

“Of course she will! You’re her best friend, kawaii~Chan wouldn’t just leave you by yourself.”

The two of you continued to go through your boxes, laughing to each other as you searched through the mountains of clothing.

“You have so many clothes, Y/N~Chan! Have you ever even worn half of these?” Kawaii-Chan picks up another piece of clothing.. and after inspecting it, she seems not to like it, she then throws it to the side of your room.

“Not all of them.. most of it is my sister's old clothes she didn’t want anymore..”

Kawaii Chan nods her head, a smile on her face.

“Makes sense. kawaii~Chan has a bunch of clothes she doesn't wear anymore too. But kawaii~Chan don’t think she has nearly as much as you do.”

Kawaii~Chan starts to go through a box in the back, pausing as she pulls out something.

“Oh~! What’s this?”

Kawaii~Chan holds up a black and white dress, and looks at it with a curious expression.

“Have you ever worn this, Y/N~Chan?”

“A few times.. I use to be obsessed with stripes back in highschool”

Kawaii~Chan laughs, holding the outfit up to you.

“kawaii~Chan can see why you look so cute in stripes. You should wear this tonight!”

“Really?” You replied

Kawaii~Chan nods her head, a big smile on her face.

“You look adorable in it! Try it on, go on!”

You go into your closet and put on your old dress.. With a few accessories you added. A red beret with some funky tights and a long brown boot!

You thought it gave tumblr girl vibes.

You walk out the closet and you hear your best friend clap her hands together and grins as she sees the finished outfit. She let out a small squeal.

“Cute! Adorable! You look amazing, Y/N~Chan!”

“I.. I do?” You questioned.

Kawaii~Chan nods her head again, her grin only growing.

“Definitely! You look super pretty!”

“I bet everyone love your outfit too, Nana” you says softly

Kawaii~Chan grins once again, and twirls around in her own dress.

“You think so? kawaii~Chan did try to look her cutest tonight.”

You loved, Kawaii~Chan style. It's so unique.

“and you did a great job!”

You hear a scream from down stairs. It definitely sounds like Katelyn.

“Hurry up! I’m ready to go eat, I'm starving!”

Kawaii~Chan giggles at Katelyn’s demand.

“Oh boy, Kawaii~Chan guessing someone’s getting a bit impatient.”

Kawaii~Chan grabs your hand, and leads you down the stairs.

⋆˙⟡♡

When you finished walking downstairs you saw Katelyn was wearing a red tank top with black shorts, and casual sneakers. Aphmau on the other hand, was wearing a black long sleeve crop top, and matching leggings with a pair of black combat boots. Both of them turn to look at the two.

“Oh, you guys look cute. Ready to go?” Aphmau compliments, gesturing towards the door.

Both you and Kawaii~Chan nod your heads, then the four of you leave outside to walk to the house next to yours.

When you get there aphmau knocks on the door.. The group waits for only a few minutes before Dante throws the door open, the same signature smirk on his face.

“There you all are! I thought you would never get here!”

Dante ushers you all inside, seemingly excited to spend time with you all.

When you're all inside the house you see Laurance and Garroth casually playing Mario kart. Once they noticed your presence they looked over their couch and smiled after seeing everyone but especially Aphmau.

Laurence and Garroth pause their game and get up from the couch, quickly moving over to greet the group of girls.

“Hey, you guys made it!” Garroth greets you all warmly

Laurence slings his arm around Aphmau’s shoulders, and smirks a bit. “It took you all forever to get here, we were starting to think you all were ditching us.”

“Nono, just some people took forever to get ready…” Katelyn says, looking at you and Kawaii~Chan.

Both you and Kawaii~Chan roll your eyes at Katelyn’s comment, giving her a look. The guys chuckle a bit, and Dante pipes up with a smirk.

“Well I think both of you look great. You took just the perfect amount of time to get ready!”

“oh um thank you?” You responded sorta hiding behind Kawaii~Chan.

Dante looks over at you, “Wait, now that I think about it, I never caught your name. Mind giving it to me, beautiful?”

“Y/N..”

Dante smirks and nods his head.

“That's a pretty name, Y/N. It definitely fits someone as cute as you.”

Dante notices Aphmau’s look, and just smirks at her, trying to get under her skin. Laurence seems to notice all this, and gently taps Dante on the shoulder.

“Dude, knock it off. You’re gonna piss her off again.”

Laurence turns to look at you, and gives you a smile. “Hey, I don’t think we ever properly met this morning. I’m Laurence.”

He gives you a small smile, and extends his hand out for you to shake.

And you accept it by shaking his hand..

It surprise you how firm his grip was

“it’s nice to meet you..”

Laurence gently lets go of your hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N. Hopefully we’ll be able to make your first real hang out with us guys a good one.”

You nod in agreement..

Hopefully you do have a fun night tonight

laurance pushes garroth forward probably for him to introduce himself also.

Garroth gives you a quick, awkward smile

“Oh, um, hi. I’m Garroth. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Same..”

Now that formalities were out the way Garroth asked the whole group a question “Since we’re all here, you guys wanna play Mario Kart?”

Kawaii~Chan smiles a bit, and gently pat you on the back. You two loved playing games together even if you both weren’t the best at it.

“Hell yeah. We’re totally gonna kick all three of your asses.” Aphmau started competitively.

Dante looks at all the girls, a smug expression on his face.

“Ha, as if that’s ever gonna happen! I know none of you can out race me.”

Laurence rolls his eyes at Dante’s comment, obviously disagreeing.

“Please, Dante. You get last in every match, there’s no chance you can beat any of us.”

“It’s true, bro. You almost always lose.” Garroth laughs, agreeing with Laurence.

“Oh whatever, all of you guys are just jealous of my Mario Kart skills. I could totally kick all of your asses if I wasn’t so nice and let you guys win.”

⋆˙⟡♡

You and Kawaii~Chan cuddle on the couch with a blanket. Next to you was Dante and at the end of the couch was Katelyn.

While Laurance, Garroth, and Aphmau sit on the floor with the Wii remotes.

“I’m not that good at mario kart..” you tell Kawaii~Chan.

Dante turns to look at you, and jokingly rolls his eyes.

“You'll be just fine. Trust me, the game is easy as crap. All you have to do is not crash, which really isn’t very hard!”

“but everyone says you suck at this game?” You questioned.

Dante looks at you with a fake offended look on his face, before laughing.

“First of all, rude. Secondly, that is not true! They’re all liars, don’t listen to them! I’m a Mario Kart legend!”

Aphmau throws a pillow at Dante.

“Dante, we all know damn well that you can’t race in Mario Kart to save your life.”

Laurence and Garroth burst out laughing, Dante just looked at them all with a pout, annoyed that they were all ganging up on him.

⋆˙⟡♡

You played Mario Kart for at least an hour, the game consists of constant screaming and yelling.

And occasionally Aphmau would flip off one of the guys if they beat her in a race and they typically didn’t..

She was like really good

Everyone had their main and there own playing style

Dante only played as Mairo because he said “Playing as the main character will get me plot armor” He explained to you and kawaii-Chan that’s the way to get first place..

But he constantly got last place.

Kawaii~Chan just played princess peach because she’s pink and cute. She didn’t really care about winning the game; she was there for the vibes.

Aphmau played Rosalina, and absolutely killed it.. the lowest she got was second place but consistently kicked everyone’s asses

And since she’s so competitive she wouldn’t let it go that she was in fact Mario Kart legend and Dante’s wasn't.

Katelyn played toad, she was also extremely competitive but not as bad as the rest but she constantly threw the green shells at laurance to piss him off.

laurance played Luigi, you were surprised on how competitive he was he seemed so laid back but no he constantly looked like he was one Banana peel slip away from throwing the controller across the room.

Garroth played Bowser, for the most part he was chill and actually gave you a few pointers on what you should do during the game. He was very helpful.

and you played Daisy cause you felt like she was underrated.

Though you feel like you didn’t do your girl justice cause you constantly got last place.. and often not even finishing the course.

Though you still had a good time playing with the others and watching them all get riled up over a simple video game.

Once the pizza came ( That Laurance very kindly paid for. ) Everyone started eating in their own groups.. Laurance and Garroth stay close to Aphmau eating on the couch, while Katelyn and kawaii Chan chat sitting at the table.

So that left you and Dante eating pizza together on the kitchen counter.

You sat on top of the counter criss-cross while Dante just stood.

You looked around the house realizing how furnished the house was already.

They had pictures on their walls, their tv set up, already built their couch and kitchen table and chairs..

It looked lived in versus your house it was still so empty in comparison.

“Your house is very furnished for only being here for less than a day.”

Dante looks at you and shrugs, taking a bite from his pizza.

“Eh, Laurence and I like things to be organized and clean, and I guess we also like our furniture, ya know? We might have just moved in, but all my stuff is from my apartment before that, and Laurence had most of his stuff from home before too.”

“What about the other guy?” You ask

“Garroth? Hah, you have no idea. That guy’s so damn picky with all his stuff and how things look. He was practically nitpicking everything Laurence and I were bringing in while we were moving everything in.” Dante rambles.

“I would’ve never guessed that he seems very chill? If not a little awkward.”

“Yeah, he’s a good bro, but when it comes to his stuff and his looks, he’s the total opposite. You should’ve seen his face when he saw a single scratch on one of his desks. He damn near freaked out! It was hilarious.” Dante snickers as he takes another slice of pizza.

You laugh “you all seem to know each other so well.”

“Well, we've all been friends since high school. The three of us just clicked, and became super good friends. The guys even let me move in the house with them when my old apartment got too expensive.” Dante chuckles a bit, taking a bite of his pizza slice.

“they seem like good friends”

Dante nods, setting his other pizza down.

“They’re the best friends I could ask for.” He takes a sip from his soda. “Hey, I realized I never asked, but how are you friends with the girls? I’ve never seen you around before…”

“Uh.. I know of aphmau and Katelyn through Kawaii~Chan.. she’s my best friend” you clarified

Dante looks surprised for a moment, but then smiles a little. “Oh, okay. So you and Kawaii~Chan have known each other for a while, I’m guessing?”

“Since college.. My sister was her dorm mate my freshman year and I would often crash there cause I hated my roommates.. Me and Kawaii~Chan got pretty close from there even after she graduated we still stayed in contact.” You explained

Dante nods his head, “Ah, I see.. I didn’t know you had any siblings.. Is she still in college, or is she out too?”

“Oh she’s my triplet.. She’s off living in New York with her best friend Ava” you stated

Dante raises an eyebrow at that, looking a bit amazed by your words. “Triplet, huh? Man, is it true that people who are triplets get some kind of weird triplet connection thing?”

You giggle “That be cool but no”

Dante chuckles a bit at that.

“ Damn, that’s a shame. I was hoping you could read each other's minds or something. That would’ve been cool as hell.”

“Sorry, it’s not as cool as you imagined. Total let down.” You joked, acting hurt by his words.

“You’re not a let down, I swear. I think you’re plenty cool, especially for a girl who supposedly sucks at Mario Kart.” Dante smirks at you, and leans in a bit.

“I got last place every round..” you lean in

Dante chuckles a little, and gently pats your head.

“Yeah you did, and honestly, it was hilarious. You do not have the skills to become a professional Mario Kart player, sweetheart.”

You place a hand on your chest acting wounded “Aww man.. my dreams of being a professional Mario kart player are crushed..”

Dante laughs again, amused by your response.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry to break it to you, but it wasn’t looking good for you. I’ll start a go fund me for you.”

“thanks, I need it desperately”

You look over at the other boys and Aphmau and they look downright obsessed with her.

They were truly in a whole other world with her..heart eyes and all.

“Wow.. those two are really into aphmau they have been hogging up her attention all night” you blurted, not meaning to say it out loud.

You place your hand on your face in embarrassment but Dante looks over in the there direction, and smirks a bit.

“You’re just noticing that now? It’s pretty damn obvious that those guys are in love with her. They keep fighting each other over her attention, and honestly, it’s pretty funny to watch.”

“Do you think she’s into them?” You ask curiously.

Dante shrugs, and looks back over at them.

“Honestly, who knows. She seems a little oblivious to their flirting most of the time. I honestly doubt she likes either of them, but with those two dumbasses fighting over her every chance they get, we might never know for sure.”

You hum in response leaving the conversation at that.

Dante pulls out a blunt and light it, gesturing to you if you want to try it but you simply shake your head no.

“oh.. I don’t smoke.”

Dante takes a puff from the blunt, and nods his head. “Ah, okay, that’s cool.”

He blows the smoke out into the air, and turns a bit to face you

“I’m guessing you probably don’t drink too, do you?”

“nope” you answer immediately.

Dante chuckles a bit, probably not finding it surprising.

“Damn, you’re pretty straight edge. So I’m guessing you don’t go to many parties then, huh?”

“never been too one”

Dante nearly chokes at your response, honestly looking stunned.

“Wait, seriously?! Goddamn, you really are straight edge. You’ve never been to a single party? At all?”

you shrug your shoulders “it’s not my scene..”

Dante nods his head, and takes another small puff from the blunt. “I get what you’re saying, but damn, never going to a single party ever seems a little excessive. Like, you should at least go to one, live a little ya know?”

You shake your head in disagreement “I’m very much living my life at home”

Dante smirks a bit, leaning forward so he’s facing you more.

“And what kind of life is that, huh? Never having any fun, never going to a single party? That’s a pretty dull life, sweetheart.”

“maybe for you.. I quite enjoy my life, it's peaceful” you counter his response.

“Peaceful? What, do you sit at home, watch tv all day, and knit or something?” Dante huffs a bit, and shakes his head.

You don’t look Dante in the eyes anymore, looking anywhere but him.

Dante bursts out laughing.

“Are you telling me you’re really like, little miss perfect? You actually sit at home and knit or something dumb like that?”

“It's not dumb..”

Dante snickers, and takes another puff from his blunt. He thought this was the funniest thing he ever heard.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, you’re right, it’s not dumb, it’s hilarious.”

Dante looks behind you and then taps a bit on your leg.

“Hey, hey, look at that. I think the girls are about to head out.”

You turn around and you see the girls getting their stuff to head out, so you get off the counter.

“Oh really? It feels like we just got here”

Dante nods in agreement “Yeah, I know what you mean. Time really does fly by when everyone’s talking, huh?”

“mhm, it really dose”

Dante looks back over at the other specifically garroth and laurance.

“Yeah. The guys are gonna be pretty bummed that they won’t get to drool over aphmau much longer.”

Dante jokes taking a final puff from the blunt.

“Well I’m sure they’ll see her soon. We are neighbors after all..” you say before turning to leave but turn back because you forgot to say something.

“Dante.. I had a lot of fun tonight talking to you”

Dante’s eyes widened a little at your comment, “Yeah, I had a ton of fun chatting to you too. You’re pretty cool.”

“Well.. see you later?”

Dante smiles at you one last time then nods his head.

[diaries4life100]

A Lovers Support

Pairing: Laurance x FemReader

WARNINGS: slightly suggestive ending but that’s it.

Y’all. I’m getting to that point in my young adulthood where I can’t indulge in tasty treats as much anymore 😔 my metabolism…is SLOWING DOWN. I knew this day would come…the tummy isn’t so bad, but you know how you’re feeling great about yourself and then you notice that one thing and you’re like “wait, that kinda makes me insecure” that happened to me the other day when I bent over and all the rolls kinda bunched up (if you know you know) and I just had to write this to make me feel better 😭💔

Anyways, enjoy some Laurance love 💕

"What're you doing, my love?" A soft voice whispers behind you and you turn away from the stove, meeting the pretty blue eyes of your lover.

You smile softly, adoring the way Laurance stands with his hair sticking up every which way and his sweats hanging low on his hips. His shirt was gone, though you recall him going to bed wearing one. He always gets so hot in the night which is his own fault really. He just couldn't be more than two inches away from you, even during the hottest of nights he'll at least have his hand touching your back or waist. He is such a cuddle bug.

"Making you some breakfast. Just bacon and eggs, nothing special." You shrug, turning back to the stove and the smell of sizzling bacon.

You wanted to make him pancakes too, seeing as he almost always gets up before you and fills the kitchen with delicious smells and food for you to wake up to. But things didn't go as plan, especially when he was holding onto you so tightly less than an hour ago. How could you possibly pull away from that?

"Just?" he grumbles, and you hear the soft pattering of his bare feet on the ground. A strong arm wraps around your shoulder and in a quick move, he plants a wet kiss on your cheek. "You could've given me a frozen waffle and I would've been happy."

You giggle softly at his words, flipping the bacon in the pan. "This is nothing compared to the food you make me. Remember when you made croissants?"

"Croissants are a simple and classic French breakfast."

"Not when you make them from scratch!" You shake your head and you feel the hot air of Laurance huffing into your shoulder. "Plus you paired it with that delicious jam you got from that farmers market."

"The amish know what they're doing." He shrugs, clearly not realizing how impressive his cooking and baking skills are.

His hand then grabs onto the pan and playfully he nudges you out of the way by bumping his hip into yours. "Scooch. I got the rest."

"But this is the breakfast I'm making for you." You pout and he raises an eyebrow your way.

"I know. But you only have enough bacon in the pan for one person, and I can't let my darling girlfriend starve." He smiles at you, but you only feel your stomach churn at his words. "It'll be quicker if I finish this so we can eat together."

You hum thoughtfully, hands drifting down to your stomach when he looks back to the stove. "Well...I was actually just planning on having a cup of coffee and piece of toast."

Laurance pauses, suspiciouseyes peeking over his shoulder.

"What? Why?"

Why? Wasn't it obvious?

You nibble on your lip nervously. You don't want to admit it out loud. It is a natural occurance when you get older. You lose that fast metabolism and without consistant exercise and a decent diet things just...get a little thicker in places.

At first you thought it was a change in your period hormones. A few extra pounds was normal when a woman menstruates so you weren't concerned, especially when everything hurts and you're just trying not to bleed all over your furniture. But when the weight didn't go away you just began to feel and notice things you wish you didn’t.

Laurance is so passionate about cooking. He talks all the time about wanting to open a resturant of his own one day with all his favorite cuisine and recipes. He constantly wants you to try new things with him, going to all sorts of resturants and enjoying delicious home cooking. When you got together you adored that passionate side of him and ate just about everything he made for you.

Now you wonder if the calories are finally catching up to you.

"I'm just not that hungry. Oh and I saw on a fitness blog that breakfast should be the smallest meal of the day and-"

"But you love breakfast," Laurance says, voice sounding so dejected that your mouth snaps shut almost immediately. He looks back to the pan and then you again. "I don't...I don't understand. My girlfriend who loves food wants a plain piece of bread?"

"Maybe with butter."

"With butter."

You stare at each other for a long moment, a whirlwind of emotions raging in Laurance's blue eyes. His gaze then drifts downward to where your hands rests against your stomach and you can see him making the connection in seconds.

"Oh, my love, is this what this is about?" He turns the stove off quickly and then walks over to where you stood. His hands cup your face and he squishes your cheeks together. "Are you worried about gaining a little extra weight?"

"There's a better way of saying that..." you grumble, voice muffled from the strong force of his hands kneading your face like bread dough.

"No, there isn't." He smiles, amused. But it doesn't last long as his face grows serious. "Its alright you know. It just tells me you're healthy and I'm feeding you well."

"Too well."

He sighs softly before bending over and planting a kiss on your forehead. You melt under his touch and he slowly begins to drift his lips down your face. He lightly pecks your nose and cheeks, tracing over your freckles an beauty marks before finally hovering his lips right above your own.

"Why are you truly worried about it? Does it bother you? Or is it bothering someone else? Or perhaps..." he looks you right in the eyes, capturing your full attention. "you believe it'll bother me?"

You ponder his words. Why did it bother you? Your body changes all the time from pimples to ingrown hairs and even the occasional white hair or two. Those never bothered you before and this...this is something that is hardly even noticable to anyone but you.

And Laurance…you love him. Dearly. You would’ve told him if someone had said something about the way you looked. But perhaps he is right in a way. You didn’t want him to think lesser than you because you couldn’t enjoy his food and keep down the weight. He is fit and strong, going to the gym multiple times a week. You didn’t want to look bad at his side and embarrass him in front of his family or friends.

"I'm just...adjusting to the change. Growing in pant sizes isn't something I just ignore. Especially when it’s affecting my bank account,” you try to joke, putting on a smirk.

“If buying new pants was your only concern, I think this would be a different conversation.” He frowns, tilting his head at you. “But I don’t mind giving my girl a little money for a shopping spree.”

“I don’t want your money.”

“Then what is it that you do want, my love?”

You sigh softly, a hand reaching up to cup his face. “I just…want to eat a little healthier. So I can feel good and look good for you.”

���Ah, so you are concerned about how I feel about this change that I hadn’t even noticed till now.” He then pinches your nose playfully, causing you to reel back in shock.

“Laurance!”

“What? It’s the truth! And besides, I didn’t get with you because of your looks.” His face softens and you practically kiss him right then and there as he stares at you so lovingly. “I got with you because you’re kind and generous and you care so deeply about others. You love my food and you aren’t afraid to call me out on my faults and admit to your own. You’ve taught me to be a better person and I am proud to be your boyfriend. In more ways than one.”

“Laurance…”

“And this change just makes me want to cuddle you even more than before.” He grins and you smack his chest.

“I can’t lay in bed with you all day, Laurance!!” You scold, smiling as he begins to laugh loudly, tipping his head back.

“Yes, you can!” He leans down again to kiss you on the lips quickly. “We can sleep in late and then I’ll cook you a breakfast for the queen that you are.”

“I have work you know.”

“Call off.” He shrugs.

“Don’t even start!”

He chuckles again and before you can even let out another word he wraps his arms underneath your ass and throws you over his shoulder with ease. You squeal, surprise and then excitement flooding through you as he carries you over into the bedroom.

“Laurance!? What are you doing?”

“Taking you back to bed. You obviously need to be shown how much I love you.”

“B-but what about breakfast?”

“Leave it. You’ll be starving for something different very soon.”

Your face warms almost immediately. But with his strong arms around you and your bed cushioning your fall as he plops you onto the soft comforter, you no longer care about breakfast or coffee or even that lousy piece of toast. All that matters to you is Laurance and his unwavering love for you.

[artists-who-rarely-draws]

Hunt down the good in me.

Garroth version.

This was a request from amaizing fan fic writer @starhvney where the reader is injured taking a blow for Laurance.

G/n Reader

Warning: Gore, nothing too crazy but the reader is injured, and I tell you about it, as well as gore being mentioned with the people who ambushed you. Shadow knight Laurance goes on a rampage, hurt comfort both in the literal and metaphorical sense lmfao.

Tysm for the requests! I am always open for more as long as my inbox is open!

Please enjoy!

You really should have expected it you suppose. The bandits had gotten used to easy life outside the remains of Pheonix Drop, raiding supply carts and merchants on their way to or from the small settlement. Obviously they weren't going to leak new arrivals with much bigger equipment than the rest of the inhabitants arriving out of nowhere, much LESS better equipped people fixing the village walls and gates. You suppose you expected them to be more... subtle... cowardly? In their approach to it. Oh how wrong you were.

Thank Irene Laurance carried his greatsword at all times because the closest thing to a weapon *you* currently had was a pick axe to work on the stone parts of the wall, sure sure it would suck ALOT to catch a pickaxe to the... well, anywhere, but it's nothing compared to an actual intended weapon. Laurance took the lead, telling you to stand back the moment the first bandit stepped out of the trees. And you QUICKLY realized just why Laurance was on the potential Jury of Nine list. But at some point, no matter the skill level, numbers can override it.

About 34 bandits had come out of the forest, a handful of the smart ones fled when they saw Laurances sheer skill with a greatsword. You were no expert but you knew that the great sword was one of the more difficult weapons to wield, it's huge size made it's attacks devastating but it required alot of effort to use it, once you were committed to a swing you were just that, committed using this sword was something you had to put the whole momentum of your body into. Apparently, a bandit had figured that out to, as time seems too slow, you watch a masked bandit dual wielding daggers preparing to strike just as Laurance is trapped in a strike against 3 bandits. You can't let this happen! If Laurance gets heavily injured, then it would be pitifully easy for them to take you out being unarmed and then break in and do who knows what to the village! Well... at least that's what you're going to say when Laurance inevitably chews you out for surging forward. Truth being that that you just... didn't want to see your love get hurt no matter the extent.

You throw yourself between Laurance and the bandits blade, adrenaline running through your system before swinging the pick axe with all your might at the bandits head, having to tense your whole body to keep from a full body recoil at the feelings running through you of it tearing through skin and cracking bone the bandit letting out a gurgling cut off shout.

You honestly don't even feel the dagger enter and lodge into your side, turning your head to the side quickly to find Laurance already staring over his shoulder to you, breath held and eyes wide. You couldn't tell, trapped looking into his eyes as shock turned to a lightless rage, but everyone else had stopped fighting as the forest went *silent* no rustling of leaves or chirping of birds, the only sound now to be heard was a reverberating growl from Laurance. Smoke billowing out of the sides of his mouth as his form starts growing much larger.

His scream tears through the forest as he grows he reaches forward, grabbing the nearest bandit by the head and slaming them on the ground with a sickening crack. Fully Shadow knight as he springs forward blood red sword viciously and furiously putting an end to the bandits. You can hardly take it all in, not only with the speed and complexity of his movements, but the smell of sulfur and second dose of adrenaline that rushed through you when he turned, the responce of a injured prey animal desperately trying to run *just a little more* left you lightheaded. But you ignore it, not only because it would only agitate him further, but also.... it was Laurance, the sweet, kind, and thoughtful man you fell in love with, and you weren't going to let your body convince you he was a threat.

Some bandits had tried to run... they didn't get far. Laurance didn't spare even a single one, the forest around you stained red as far as the eye could see, covered in mangled corpses. Laurance stands over what was once... a bandit. Body eerily still as smoke whisps off of his armor. You want to give him a moment to cool down, literally and metaphorically. But the adrenaline has completely left you, and you are more and more aware of the searing pain in your side. No one tells you how much being stabbed feels like fire.

"L-laurance?" Is all you can hoarsely mutter, blood dribbling from your lips before falling to your knees. The shadow knight wips around red eyes wide "Y/N!" He shouts as if snapped out of a trance he runs sliding to his knees to your side.

"I-its okay, you ok-kay don't talk don't talk, I'm here I have you" he rambles quickly, voice trembling as he babbles out reassurances that seem more for himself than you, as he harshly tears at his cape, pain scorching up your side as he ties it to the dagger securing it to your side. You don't know what comes after this.... but you know that just in case you want...

"Love.. you.." You mummer voice hardly a whisper causing him to jump eyes back to that Marble blue, tears falling down his cheeks quickly.

"I Love you, I love you so fucking much, you have to be fine, your fine. We will say it again tomorrow, okay??" He stammers out, starting to pick you up... but your world goes black.

Everything after is a strange.. choppy blur. Laurance held you close to his chest as he ran to Donna's home. Laurance would shout and fight anytime someone tried to convince him to leave your side. And then... you fully fell unconscious.

There's a dull throbbing throughout your entire body, and you're thirsty. You can barely let out a little groan with how dry your throat is. You scrunch up your face and move to tighten your hands into fists before you prop yourself up, but you end up squeezing the hand in yours.

"Y/N!" Laurance shoots up, holding your hand tightly with both of his. You open your eyes to be met with Laurances wide baby blues, tears fulling his eyes as he quickly leans down to give you a heart achingly tender kiss. Cupping your cheek with one hand, you raise one of your own to do the same, ignoring your protesting muscles.

"Thank Irene" he whispers forehead pressed against your own, his tears fall onto your own cheeks, before you work to brush them away.

He will demand to know what you were thinking later... right now he just wants to bask in *you*.

[lovelaurs]

hi!! i really like your writing:) you followed me last night and i was So Confused because i don’t post i just repost with stupid tags HAHA if you can and your requests are open (i checked like 29 times and read the rules and im still scared im gonna mess this up and i missed something), can you write a suggestive mcd garroth and laurance little drabble? if you want a direction to go in, i really like fanfics where they fight and it turns into a suggestive bit ^_^ thanks so much aahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

TRAINING TOGETHER

featuring : mcd garroth & laurance x gn reader synopsis : after deciding to train to be a guard, you seek the help of none other then a knight from phoenix drop. yet, after a tough training session, things begin to get a bit out of hand... tags : mature, romance, friends to lovers, sword-fighting, training, kissing, making out, suggestive word count : 2.5k | around 1.2k per character! a/n : woohoo, my first request done! this was really fun to write, so i hope you enjoy!! these two were so silly to write, i just love them so much!

MASTERLIST

GARROTH

As someone who has always dreamt of being a guard, you didn’t exactly have the schedule of one.

After sleeping in for what seemed later than normal, your eyes quickly shot open as you remembered what today was.

Shit.

Your weekly training with Garroth was this morning.

As you quickly shot up from your bed, you ran around your house putting on the first pieces of clothing you could find.

After slipping over a plain tunic along with some boots, you swung open your door, slamming it behind you as you sprinted towards the training grounds.

As you passed through the town, many of the other villagers looked at you with amusement as you exhausted yourself on the way there. They had gotten used to watching you run late to almost everything.

Ever since you were younger, you had always aimed to be a guard.

Except, with the village guards being scarce and always so busy, you were never able to train. This was the very reason that got you rejected from the training program in O’khasis.

Of course, since things have been more and more easier under Lord Aphmau’s rule, the guards have increased, and with that, so has their availability.

After seeking out a guard to help train you, the Head Guard, Garroth, gladly accepted. Even though he himself learnt his sword-fighting in O’khasis, he always mentioned that it wasn’t required to make a good guard, and that all that mattered was the strength in one’s loyalty.

Since you met him from when he arrived, he always showed himself to be loyal.

Ever since then, your hopes have been raised.

It has been weeks since you began training with him, your sword-fighting skills increasing almost tenfold since the first day.

And yet one thing has never changed.

Your tardiness.

As arrived at the training grounds, you keeled over, hands on your knees as you breathed deeply. A disapproving Garroth watched from afar, smiling at the scene.

“Yet again you're late.” He noted, leaning against the guard tower.

“Yeah,” You panted. “No shit.” 

He frowned at your response. “Watch your tone, we’re supposed to be prepping you to be a guard, remember? Guards do not speak that way.” As you finally caught your breath, you stood up straight, nodding. “Right… I’m sorry.” “Great.” Garroth pushed himself off the bricks, reaching for his sword. “Now, are you ready to begin our training that was supposed to start at sunrise?” He teased.

“Haha, very funny.” You sighed at the remark, reaching for the hilt of your sword… before finding it not there.

You frantically patted yourself down, quickly realizing that you had forgotten your sword at home.

“You know, I was waiting for you to notice.” Garroth chuckled. He motioned his head towards the guard tower. “Go grab an extra sword from the armory.” You groaned as you made your way over there, picking up a random sword. 

As you made your way back over to the training grounds, you noticed Garroth watched you with a smirk.

All you wanted was to wipe that stupid look off his face.

As you took your position, readying your sword in front of you, you let your eyes focus on the trained knight before you.

This man had been trained amongst would be Jury Of Nine members, so of course he’d be tough to beat.

It wasn’t until he counted down that you brought yourself back to the present, focusing.

As the word “go” left his mouth, he rushed towards you, unrelenting on his force.

His first contact with your sword was strong, catching you off guard. You held your stance, pushing against his blade, causing him to jump back to regain his own footing.

“Nice defense, your hold is getting stronger.” He smirked, slowly circling you like a shark staring down its prey.

As it seemed he was going to keep taunting you, never truly moving towards you, you decided to take the opportunity to take the lead.

You rushed towards him, putting all your strength into the swing of your sword as it collided with his.

He held his stance, before you both pulled back, colliding your swords once more.

It wasn’t until you shared several more blows that you started to feel sweat pooling on your forehead. This singular match has gone on longer than your usual time, so it wasn’t surprising that your muscles started to ache in response.

Out of nowhere, Garroth swung his sword with all his might, causing your own blade to go flying off towards the bushes behind you.

As you fell to the ground, the blonde stood above you, holding his sword towards your throat.

“You need to work on your grip.” He heaved, before sheathing his sword, offering his hand out to you with a smile.

That’s when you thought of something devious.

You swept your leg under his, causing him to fall on top of you with an “Oof!”.

“And you should work on your stance.” You giggled. 

Garroth adjusted himself, his hands caging you in on both sides of your shoulders. As he took notice of your current position, he paused, just looking at you in the eyes.

You couldn’t help notice just how beautiful his cerulean eyes were. You were so lost within the blue that you didn’t notice how his pupils dilated, his position above you growing stiff.

It was then that his eyes wandered down to your lips, almost watching them impatiently.

With that, you practically couldn’t stop yourself from looping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

As the two of you sat in silence, it wasn’t long before Garroth spoke.

“Can… Can I kiss you?”

A sense of wonder filled his eyes as he watched your expression switch into one of joy.

You smiled, slightly tilting your head. “Yes.” When he kissed you, it felt like all pieces of a puzzle were finally connected. With his lips locked against yours, you savored the feeling as much as possible.

He pulled back for a breath for only about five seconds before diving back to kiss you once again.

His lips hurriedly pressed against yours as if the two of you were running out of time and his goal was to taste your lips on a dying breath.

As if a knee-jerk reaction, you slowly moved your hands from around his neck to his hips, pulling his lower half closer. Garroth couldn’t help but groan at the friction.

His face was flushed, tinted pink all the way to the tips of his ears.

As you lay beneath the blushing blonde, it wasn’t long before your perfect moment was interrupted.

“Sir Garroth! Come quick! Kiki’s animals got loose and-”

The two of you whipped your heads around to see a dirtied Dante, covered in hoove marks and mud, looking at you both all flustered.

He quickly brought his hand to his face, covering his eyes. “Oh my- uh, nevermind! I’m sorry to interrupt-” He stuttered as he began to quickly rush away.

Garroth stumbled off of you, rolling over in the grass before stumbling as he went to chase after Dante “W-Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the guard’s reaction to being caught, catching his attention.

He turned around, puffing his cheeks. “Don’t think you’re getting away from this!” He yelled, before giving you a soft smirk. “I’ll swing by your house later this evening to continue where we left off, okay?”

And with that, he ran after the younger blue-haired knight.

Now it was your turn to flush, as your mind conjured up several images within your mind that left not much to the imagination.

And you just couldn’t wait.

LAURANCE

Who in Irene’s name suggests training in the middle of the woods?

As you made your way through the shrubbery, pushing aside all sorts of branches and leaves, you kept asking yourself if you were going the right way.

When you left the gates of Phoenix Drop earlier in the day, you felt something in your stomach twist. Perhaps it was a bad omen as to your situation now?

The training area Laurance had told you to meet at was somewhat northwest of the wall, in a clearing in which you could see the ocean.

As if such directions would be easy to follow within an overgrown forest such as this!

He had originally suggested it in an empty area so the two of you “could have no distractions”, which in hindsight, you seriously should have doubted more. That charmer of a man always had ulterior motives.

The brunette himself had gone ahead of you earlier in the day, saying he’d set up the area with equipment and some rations. 

Why the hell did you let him go ahead of you?!

As you continued to stumble over tree roots and unforeseen rocks, your eyes eventually caught sight of the ocean.

You had to be close!

You continued to trudge forward, your new boots practically covered in dirt. As you made your way into the clearing, you saw Laurance polishing his sword, his hair tied up into a small ponytail.

While you approached him, you stepped on a twig, alerting him of your presence.

“Took you long enough.” He smirked, raising his head to look at you. “For a minute I was beginning to think you stood me up.”

You scoffed, taking off your satchel and placing it next to what seemed to be the bag of rations he had brought. “Maybe I would have gotten here sooner if someone had at least made it more obvious where this “secret” area was.” 

“You do know what the word secret means, do you not?” He chuckled. “And besides, I’m sort of glad you had to stumble through the woods by yourself. I mean, just look at the state you’re in right now!” He held back a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand as he pointed at you.

You quickly looked around your clothes, seeing countless spots of dirt littered across it, before patting your head to find leaves scattered amongst your hair. You picked out as many twigs from your hair as you could before finally dusting yourself off.

You swung your head back towards his direction with a pout. “I can’t stand you.”

He smiled at the comment, before standing up with his sword in hand, throwing away the cloth he used to polish the blade beforehand.

“So, are you ready to face the all mighty, powerful Laurance?” You guffawed at the comment. “My, it seems you're even more full of yourself than usual.” You unsheathed your own blade in response.

As the two of you began to circle the area, an unspoken commencement of the training between you two, you kept distance from the brunette as you surveyed his moves.

You kept watching his stance, waiting for an opening, until out of chance his foot slipped up just slightly.

Perfect.

You lept towards him, raising your blade above your head before bringing it down with such might that even he was surprised. 

He blocked it easily, sure, but his stance was still unstable. Your first move had caused him to move his feet to re-adjust himself.

A great play indeed.

Your eyes watched as he let his feet move back.

He must have sensed your motives, as his eyes followed yours to his feet. Of course, being the trained guard he was, he wasn’t about to just let you defeat him so easily from a minor slip-up.

The Shadow Knight decided to turn the tables on you, swooping beneath your own feet, causing you to slam into the ground.

He followed you soon after, pushing his sword against yours whilst on top of you. Your eyes trailed over his body, trying to find a weak spot to escape your soon defeat.

Soon, your eyes landed on the side of his lower abdomen, and your foot instinctively kicked him, causing him to fall off to the side.

You took the chance and jumped onto him, your knee pinning down the arm in which he held his sword, with your own blade aimed at his neck.

As you straddled his waist, pinning him down by your blade, you couldn’t help but breath heavily.

“I won.” You smiled, watching as his light blue eyes never left your own. “I won!” You repeated, only this time cheering.

He smirked as you took pride in your victory. “Really? Because right now it really feels like I won.” His eyes wandered, looking you up and down.

You couldn’t help but slightly flush, realizing the position the two of you were in. “You know I can slit your throat if I wanted to, right?” “And yet you don’t seem to be doing it.” He smiled smugly. “Seems to me that you might care for little ol’ Laurance.”

You rolled your eyes as you sheathed your sword back within your scabbard. “In your dreams.” You responded, before turning to get off of the knight.

That was when he grabbed your hand, pulling you flush against him, before he rolled you both over; switching your positions.

As he towered over you on the ground, he brought his hand to your cheek, cupping it gently, before whispering your name.

Your face flushed, the color change obvious enough for Laurance to notice with a smirk. He began to lean down, closing in the proximity between the two of you.

Before simply plucking a stray leaf from your hair.

“You missed a spot.” This. Asshole.

The look of disappointment seemed to have shown as your face, as his smug grin grew even wider. “Hm? What’s wrong? You look a bit frustrated.” He teased, basking in the fruits of his actions.

You puffed your cheeks, sighing. “You know, if you’re thinking about doing something, just go ahead and do it instead of humiliating me.”

A confused look spread across his face before he smiled again, leaning closer to you. “So you do want me.”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

It took only a moment for that to process in his brain before he swooped in and planted his lips upon yours.

Your heart fluttered as you felt Laurance battle to take the lead. His lips almost fight against yours as if you were dueling once more.

At some point, you decided to just let him win, seeing as you beat him in your duel.

That’s when he turned you over, both of you laying on your sides as his hands flew to grip your hips. The action caused you to let out a gasp on Laurance's lips, which he took as an opportunity to let his tongue explore. His knee popped up in response, placing itself between your thighs.

You felt like you were going to die. From the way he kissed you, to the grip he had on your hips, and the friction he was causing between your legs? Oh my Irene, it was incredible.

As he pulled back to take a breath, you suddenly realized the two of you were outside… anyone could see you.

But your worries were quickly assuaged as you realized… This place was secret after all.

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