#laurance zvhal x reader

[starhvney]

Hi hi! I wanted to request a headcanon on what the mystreet boys (Garroth, Laurence, Gene, Blaze, Dante, etc.) would be like on their wedding night? Smut please :3

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: blaze, dante, garroth, gene, laurance

𝐂𝐖: NSFW, sexual acts

𝐀/𝐍: i’m not super satisfied with how this turned out but my brain is fried so :p i still hope you enjoy hehe

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄

he’s so lost in the feeling of how good you feel around him, with your legs hitched over his shoulders and hips frantically slamming down into yours that he doesn’t realize how much time has passed since he started fucking you into the mattress.

it was now late into the night—your wedding day technically over as it was now the early hours of the morning—and blaze still hadn’t lost nearly enough of his energy compared to you.

your dress has long since been discarded on the floor next to blaze’s suit, and your makeup has melted off your face. you’re not sure how many times you’ve cummed, or how many times he has for that matter. but the sticky mess that connected the two of you, soaking the sheets and dripping to the floor was enough of a testament to the heated exchange you shared tonight. 

everything about him was overwhelmingly warm. from his mouth and hot breaths on your shoulder, to his large hand pressed over your lower stomach as his length made a bulge against the skin with every thrust. 

your eyelids were heavy, barely open as you lost your grip on staying conscious. you’d lost any ability to speak, choked mewls the only thing you could muster anytime you tried to utter any words.

a low, needy groan left his lips, the noise similar to a growl as his canines dragged against your bruised skin. he slows down his frenzied rhythm as he spills inside of you for the nth time tonight. his spend gushes out of you as he shifts his hips forward, causing you to flutter and squeeze around his shaft.

his lips crash into yours again, and you whine in discomfort at the empty feeling as he finally pulls out from your worn and swollen hole. slowly, he lowers your legs from his shoulders, pitied laughter leaving his lips as he watches them shake between his fingers. you’re sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, with your sore hips and strained thighs.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

dante’s hands grip and massage your breasts through the white lingerie that decorated them, his fingertips pinching and rolling your hardened nipples through the material.

he chuckles at your small whimpers, head resting back on the headboard and a smirk plastered on his lips. he adjusts his hips, purposefully stirring them up into you, his dick buried deep to the hilt and your lacey panties pushed to the side.

your hands fly out to land on his stomach, head drooping forward to land on his chest and dante couldn’t help but chuckle again. you were just so cute sometimes, and watching you struggle riding him after saying you could was adorable.

“need help, hon’?” he asks, and you can hear the smug smirk in his tone.

his hands fall to your hips, squeezing them before gently lifting you up, dragging his length slowly out of your walls to the tip, leaving you fluttering at the empty feeling. before you can make any complaints he quickly pulls you back down, skin slapping against skin as he sets a steady pace, bouncing you on his cock. 

he’s so mesmerized by the way you look on top of him, his eyes can’t decide where they want to focus on. they trail from the lewd expression on your face as you cry his name in broken moans, to the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, and down to the shiny slick that covered his dick every time it appeared and disappeared back into your cunt.

“ah, so good. you’re so cute like this, you know that?”

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

it’s unfair to him, how beautiful you looked all night. since he saw you walking down the aisle he had that enamored and glossy look in his eyes, the cerulean pools of color in his irises reflecting his overwhelming love for you.

so you really can’t blame him for how he immediately began to tug your dress off as soon as you crossed the threshold into your suite, or how he groaned when his hungry eyes landed on the delicate lace that decorated your body underneath.

“so beautiful, and all mine,” he pants, kissing the side of your face with certain passion as his hands hold yours down into the sheets beneath you.

your pleasured cries echo off the walls, and you can’t be bothered to feel embarrassed about who might hear you in the hotel with the way his huge dick continuously rammed itself into you. between the sound of your heartbeat thudding in your ears and the gasps for breath between the two of you, you can faintly hear the lewd pap pap pap of his balls slapping against the wet skin of your ass.

“fuck, ’m gonna cum,” you sob, barely giving the warning before you shutter against him, your juices splashing between the two of you as he continues his pace.

“love you,” he moans, breaths coming out short as his hips stutter in their desperate pace. “i love you.”

you manage to choke out a stuttered “love you” back, before squealing at the feeling of overstimulation on your nerves.

“you feel so good, my beautiful wife. just hang on for a little longer, okay? ‘m close.”

one of his hands releases its grip on your own, moving to cup your cheek as he rolls into you, stilling in his movements as his warm cum sends a delirious bliss throughout your nerves. the heat the two of you have created is trapped under the sheets and blankets, keeping you warm and cozy from the room’s cold air. 

his forehead rests against yours, both of your sweat mixing together as his eyes dazedly stare into yours with that same glossy, lovesick look.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

it took you by surprise, how gentle gene had been treating you all night. you weren’t sure how you expected him to treat you on your wedding night, but it most certainly wasn’t this. his tongue delved into your mouth, swallowing your soft gasps as his fingers pumped and curled into your heated core with a tender touch.

your eyes teared up, overwhelmed and dazed as he pinned you down in place with his body. you could do nothing but cling onto him, fingers digging into his arms and leaving irritated scratches along his shoulders.

“so pretty.”

his fingers continue to work open your cunt as he sloppily trails his kisses toward your jawline before propping himself up to admire your expressions. you can’t help the whine that leaves your lips as his fingertips brush against that certain spot that has you seeing stars, turning your face away from his hooded gaze.

“don’t shy away,” his voice is husky, the statement sounding more like a demand than any request. “look at me.”

his hips pin yours down as he speeds up the pace, the hard length that strained through his pants pressing against your thigh. using his free hand, he cups your jaw, turning your head back so he can see you.

you squirm, tears dripping down your cheeks as your breath catches in your throat. the pressure that had been building in your lower abdomen was tensing into a thin thread, close to snapping you into bliss.

“there you go. cum for me, yeah? can you do that?”

his fingers hit that spot, snagging the thread and tipping you over the edge. your eyes roll up as you gush around his fingers, back arching up into his chest as he leans back down to press a kiss along the shell of your ear.

“good girl,” his breath ruffles your hair, sending shivers down your neck.

he finally retracts his fingers from inside of you, massaging your hips and making you whine as you jerk and spasm beneath his touch. you hear the unbuckling of his belt and the shuffle of his suit pants, before his hard cockhead slid between your folds, his precum that had gathered on the tip mixed with your slick to create a natural lube. 

“you can take some more, yeah?”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“just let me take care of you, okay? i’m gonna make you feel good tonight,” laurance murmurs, kisses trailing down your stomach and lingering on your hips as he begins to suck bruises into the skin. 

his hands rub and pinch at your thighs, head moving dangerously lower to your dripping core. you whine at his slow ministrations, hips squirming under his fingertips when he presses a small kiss against your clit. 

he laughs softly as he feels your hips desperately shift beneath him, as he keeps you from bucking up into his mouth. his hands grip tighter on your thighs, fingers digging in deeper to pull your hips towards him as he gives another small nip to your clit.

you whimper out his name, hands shooting into his hair.

“shh, my love,” he whispers, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine as he grabs your wrists, pinning them to your stomach between one of his own.

he leans lower, lips hovering over your center as his fingers begin to rub slow circles on your wet skin. his tongue flattens against your folds before his lips attach and suck on your aching clit. his free hand holds out one of your legs as they try to close in around his head, spreading you out for him.

without a second to waste he dives in, lapping his tongue against your cunt and sucking up your slick juices before his tongue plunges into you. he relishes in the way you melt under his touch, your soft sighs of pleasure music to his ears. 

your face heats up at the lewd noises coming from between your legs, the wet slurps making your ears burn red as your husband eats you out like you were his last meal. he begins to grind down into the mattress to relieve the tension as his cock strains uncomfortably against his pants.

his nose brushes against your bundle of nerves as he continues to fuck you with his tongue, causing your legs to tremble against him and pulling you closer to the edge of pleasure.

“please,” you cry, chest heaving as you squirm and gasp, eager moans falling from your lips.

suddenly he begins to shake his head back and forth, mouth continuously flicking against your g-spot as his nose rubs against your clit. your hands tug against his hold, desperately trying to latch out against him to ground yourself as you begin to ride out your orgasm.

he lets go, smiling as you grasp onto his hair, squirting against his mouth. he sucks up your release with a lewd pop, before raising his head up to look at you with his pupils blown wide in lust and chin covered in your juices.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[dilly-dahlia]

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

[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

How they react to their s/o big dog jumping on them.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: garroth, Laurence, Dante, vylad, gene

𝐓𝐀𝐆: fluffy, head canons on s/o dog jumping on them and taking care of them.

E/n: hiiii guys im so sorry I was gone for so long I’ve just had really bad writers block and so much going on but I’m here now and hopefully I don’t disappear again anyways I hope you guys like this.

Garroth

✮garroth is a big boy himself so a big dog jumping on him is nothing.

✮He gets really happy that the dog trusts him enough to start jumping on him and licking him.

✮He probably gives his full attention to play with the dog and ignores what ever conversation is going on around him.

✮garroth was never allowed any pets when he was younger so any animal he meets and they like him he will play with them as much as he can.

✮ He riles the dog up and starts howling to make it howl.

Laurence

✮Laurence likes space and your dog also likes his space so the second he comes through the door your dog is tackling him to the ground.

✮ Laurence isn’t the biggest dog person but he doesn’t not like them but if you ask him to watch your dog he might say no unless you’re super special to him.

✮ if he does say yes ( which he will argue) once your gone he’s constantly texting you pictures of the dog and little updates on him/ her.

✮ he may act like he doesn’t fully care about the dog but then feed him a steak dinner with other proteins that he look up to make the dog healthy.

✮when it’s bed time, he will try to get the dog to sleep on the floor but he/she keeps getting on his bed and after a few minutes of back and forth Laurence lets him/her sleep on the bed with him.

✮they woke up cuddling.

✮in the end you know your dog was well taken care of.

Dante

✮Dante always flinches when a dog jumps on him like his whole body, he turns into a rag doll and lets the dog trample him.

✮ you probably won’t ask Dante to watch your dog, not because he will hurt it but because he will dress him up and make a bunch of TikTok’s with him or train him/her to do something crazy like skateboard.

✮Dante is not very good at keeping track of things either so he might leave the front or open or a snack on the couch( your dog does appreciate that one even if you don’t)

✮while staying the night once Dante drunkly mistaked your dog for a cat and was confused why the cat was barking at him. ( he tried to give him a cat treat and you were confused why he would just have that in his pocket)

✮your dog loves Dante though his hand doesn’t get as tired as your does so he can pet him/her for longer.

Vylad

✮vylad is a pretty tall guy so just like garroth it doesn’t affect him much when he/ she jumps on him but he does try to lower himself to the ground so the dog doesn’t jump to high and start knocking stuff over.

✮ vylad is so gentle with any animal and even if he doesn’t prefer dogs he treats your dog like his own baby.

✮ vylad is very holistic and he has plants all over his house but he try’s to keep the ones that are toxic for dogs away or he puts them in the garage before you come over.

✮like Laurence vylad learns things on how to take care of the dog in the best way like how much he/she should eat to grooming care, he just wants the baby to be the healthiest. ( he does the same for you )

✮when vylad has the dog over night he lets him cuddle in bed with him and he bought the dog his/ her very own special stuffed animal that matches ones that you two got.

Bonus imagine:

When you and vylad start living together you two start getting a bunch of fur baby’s and I like to imagine vylad living in the country with lots of land around so that means COWSS.

Gene

✮ gene loves dogs. it’s surprising how much he does.

✮ he doesn’t mind being jumped on because he used to it from you and Dante.

✮ when you asked him to watch your dog he said yes without even thinking about it.

✮ he’s very playful with the dog. He likes to rile him/her up and play catch. Which results in zoomies.

✮your dog is pretty well behaved and doesn’t get into much but when he does gene doesn’t react big or anything I mean he’s frustrated but he still loves the dog. But if the dog knocks something over he’s going to use the dogs paws to pick up with ever it knock over.

✮the dog probably won’t sleep on the bed with gene because he moves a lot and sometimes swings in his sleep but if he/she does it’s at the end of the bed.

Images not mine

[novthirty]

here's a snippet from the mcd oc-insert i've been daydreaming since i was 12

no one told me there was an aphmau community on tumblr til today so here you go =D

“I don’t ever dare to come between a love, so ceaseless.” She paces across the room, moving closer towards him. “Yet, is there anything to come in between? Or is it simply your unreturned affection?”

As they say, it is often those closest to you that are most capable of hurting you. She sees it now in the way his face falls and turns cold- the expression once reserved for those who stand against him, now turned on her. 

He remains eerily silent, long enough that guilt starts to pool in her gut. “That’s a low blow,” His voice is quiet, but it fills the silence of the deep night. She doesn't doubt others are listening in. A guard always sleeps with one eye open, after all. 

It hurts a deep part of her, to see the mistrust in his eyes. The part of her that clings onto olden memories of playing in the woods and sharing secrets beneath the stars. “We’ve come a long way from who we once were,” He voices her thoughts. 

“I know, Laurence. I’m no longer the girl who only dreamed of leaving Meteli, and I see you are no longer the boy who only aspired to become head guard of the village.”

Silence fills the space between them. For how long, she doesn’t know. All she does is that the warmth that once enveloped his presence is now gone- a side effect of being a shadow knight, maybe. But a withering bond between friends is what she’ll bet. 

“I can’t give you what you want.” He breaks the silence, “ I can’t be the man you want me to be. My duty lies with Phoenix Drop now.”

“With Phoenix Drop, or with Lady Aphmau?”

She doesn’t wait for his answer. Instead, she mounts her horse. The town no longer needs her, after all; the ominous material has been cleared, Laurence is stable and has even regained his sight. “I don’t know where I’ll be heading next. But wherever I go, I promise to send word if I ever learn how to help Alexis.”

She lingers, for a moment. He has more to say, judging by the look on his face. But she has no time left to spare on this village, or this childhood love. “Goodbye, Laurence. May we meet again soon.”

In the cover of the night, she rides off into the woods. 

context: oc is laurence’s childhood friend who’s a witch, and she is worried about laurence losing sight of what his goals have been since he was young, for a woman who he's known for only a short while; she thinks he’s been blinded by the image of aphmau he clung onto during his shadow knight transformation and has devoted himself to an idealized version of her

(she's also lowkey angsting bc she’s in love with him herself, but we don't go into that til’ season 2 =D)

[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

Should have used this to break up with my bf smh

Day 840 of posting Aphmau MyStreet memes till it returns in late 2025 | t's Joever: MyStreet Edition [Originally Posted: March 11, 2024]

[piancqwrites]

Company

synopsis ➸ Laurance has never seen you around the village before until he saw you walk into the latest party.

tags ➸ Laurence x reader, fluff, sfw

divider by @strangergraphics-archive + @strangergraphics

Laurence Zvhal, the second head guard of Phoenix Drop, stood at the edge of the crowded plaza with a cup of eggnog.

He stayed nearby, ensuring he could always keep an eye on Lord Aphmau. The warm glow of the Christmas lights danced around the place, casting festive shadows over the cozy decorations the Village of Phoenix Drop had meticulously put up. Lord Aphmau’s laughter rang out like a melody, mingling with the cheerful chatter of their friends.

But Laurence felt out of place.

It wasn’t the party itself. He appreciated the effort Aaron and Aphmau put into making everyone feel welcome, creating a space where their tight-knit group could come together and celebrate the holidays. It was more a feeling of being a misfit among people who seemed perfectly at home in this cheerful chaos.

Before Aaron came into the picture, Laurence's feelings for Aphmau were strong, leading to a silent competition with Garroth for her attention. But once Aaron and Aphmau's bond grew undeniable, Laurence's romantic feelings for her faded.

Instead, he redirected his devotion into a vow to protect her as her guard, a role he took immense pride in.

He looked around, watching his friends interact. Garroth and Dante were bickering playfully by the Christmas tree, while Katelyn and Nana engaged in a heated debate over the best Christmas dish.

Lord Aphmau was always the center of attention, her infectious energy drawing everyone in. Even Aaron, usually more reserved, seemed relaxed, a soft smile on his face as he leaned against the wall, observing the scene with quiet contentment.

Laurence sighed, taking a sip of his drink. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel included; his friends always made an effort to make him feel welcome. It was more the persistent sense that he was somehow different, like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit. He had his quirks and his past, things that sometimes set him apart. And while everyone had their own baggage, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his was heavier, that it kept him at a slight distance.

But it wasn’t just that. He felt like something was missing.

He couldn’t pinpoint the main reason for his troubles, not really.

The calling from the Nether, the darkness that always loomed at the edges of his mind, the countless amount of drops of blood that soaked his hands, the weakening grip on his humanity���being just her guard wasn't enough.

He hated being a shadow knight.

Laurence wandered over to a nearby tree, looking at the softly falling snow. The world outside was quiet, starkly contrasting with the lively storm inside his head. It reminded him of how he often felt—a silent observer on the outside looking in.

Lost in thought, Laurence didn’t notice Aaron approaching until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Aaron smiling at him, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Hey, you alright?” Aaron asked, his voice soft enough to not draw attention from the others.

Laurence forced a smile, nodding. “Yeah, just needed a breather,” he replied, though he knew Aaron could see through the lie. Aaron had a way of understanding people, of seeing the things they tried to hide.

“You know, you don’t have to be ‘on’ all the time,” Aaron said, as if reading his mind. “It’s okay to just… be.”

Laurence looked at Aaron, searching for the right words. “I know. It’s just… sometimes I feel like I’m not really part of all this. Like I’m just… here.”

Aaron’s expression softened. “We all feel like that sometimes,” he said. “But you’re a part of this, Laurence. A big part. We wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Laurence glanced back at the room, at his friends laughing and joking, then back at Aaron.

“Thanks,” he murmured, feeling a small weight lift from his shoulders. It wasn’t a magic fix, but it was comforting to know that someone understood.

Any person within a mile could sense the magicks coursing through Zoey's veins. So when she came rushing in with a guard from Phoenix Drop in armor close behind, he was worried that something was wrong.

That guard, Laurence had never seen her before. His sharp blue eyes were observed as she ran directly to Lord Aphmau, urgency clear in her voice.

"The barrier has been placed, my Lord," Zoey said breathlessly.

Lord Aphmau's expression shifted from joy to concern in an instant but quickly returned to a reassuring smile. The lively chatter around them hushed as everyone turned to listen.

"Thank you, Zoey," Aphmau replied, her voice steady. "Everyone, stay calm. This is just a precaution so we can enjoy the party without any interruptions."

Laurence’s gaze remained fixed on the new guard, his curiosity piqued by her demeanor. As Zoey wrapped up her report, Laurence took a moment to appreciate the details.

The vivid, deep red bow tied high behind the guard’s hair was a striking contrast to her otherwise serious armor. He didn't miss how the wind blew kisses against her skin, highlighting the volume of her hair and the way it gracefully landed around her shoulders. It was both an elegant accessory and a subtle declaration of her individuality.

The way the bow accentuated her sharp, observant eyes added to her already compelling presence. Laurence noted how her stance remained a blend of relaxation and alertness as if she was always prepared to transition from festive enjoyment to action with a mere thought. Her ability to navigate the balance between the two worlds—celebration and duty—was impressive.

“Apologies for being late, my lord,” she said, bowing slightly. “Bandits were lurking at the border, so I made sure they were dealt with. They’re currently locked in the cell.”

Irene, even her voice sounded lovely.

Laurence’s interest was piqued further. Her competence and the calm efficiency with which she reported her duties spoke volumes. There was a quiet confidence in her presence, an air of professionalism that set her apart.

"Laurence, you're drooling." Garroth snickered. When did he make his way over here?

Tonight is just not his night for sneaky encounters.

"I was not," He scoffed as he cleaned his chin with the back of his hand, collecting no saliva. He may be a flirt, but he would never undress a lady with his eyes like that. "Why didn't you tell me we had a new guard. As your second in command, I'm hurt."

"With preparations for the party tonight, it must've slipped my mind."

"What's her name?" Laurence asked, his eyes never waved from that direction as she smiled at the villagers.

Garroth stared at him in amusement. "You are doing a very poor job at hiding your interest."

"Her name." He asked but firm this time.

Garroth, still amused, crossed his arms and looked at Laurence with a knowing grin. “Her name’s [Y/N] [L/N]. She’s been here for a few days now, but she’s been pretty focused on settling in and getting up to speed."

Laurence’s eyes flickered back to you, who was now chatting with some of the guests, her presence exuding both confidence and grace. “[Y/N],” he repeated as if trying to imprint the name alongside the image of her.

“Yes,” Garroth confirmed, still smirking. “And before you ask, she’s as capable as she is stylish. If you want to know more about her, you’ll have to get it from her directly. I hear she’s not easily impressed.”

Laurence gave Garroth a sidelong glance, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, I suppose that makes her all the more intriguing. I’ll have to make sure I have a chance to speak with her properly. It’s not every day we get a new guard who adds such a... distinctive touch to the uniform.”

With that, Laurence made his way through the crowd, occasionally glancing towards her as he navigated his way. That trek ran with an instant roadblock with his fangirls flocking towards him.

It only took him a few seconds of watching his step, a few seconds of looking away to lose you completely in the crowd.

It's been two weeks.

Two weeks had passed since that bustling party, and Laurence couldn’t shake the feeling that he had missed a significant opportunity.

His initial intrigue about the new guard, [Y/N] [L/N], had only grown stronger, though he hadn't managed to have a proper conversation with her.

He’d heard snippets of her reputation through the guards and townsfolk: she was not only a capable fighter but also someone who commanded respect effortlessly. Yet, despite his curiosity and admiration, he hadn't managed to find a moment to introduce himself properly.

The winter chill had settled in Phoenix Drop, and the village was blanketed with snow, making it a picturesque winter wonderland. As he walked through the snow-covered paths, the crunch of snow beneath his boots was a constant reminder of the cold season and the grim atmosphere it brought.

Today was gate duty.

Laurence sighed as he made his way to the main gate, the crunch of snow beneath his boots echoing in the quiet morning air. Gate duty was usually uneventful, especially in the winter when fewer travelers passed through the village.

He prepared himself for a long, monotonous shift.

"Thank Irene, my prayers have been answered." A voice broke through his consciousness as he reached the gate. "I was wondering when I would stop babysitting Dale during gate duty."

Laurence stopped in his tracks, startled by the unexpected greeting. He looked up to see [Y/N] standing at the gate, her breath forming small clouds in the frosty air. She had a playful smirk, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I don't believe that we've met."

Laurence was internally screaming with delight.

He finally, finally got the opportunity to talk to her. He cleared his throat, hoping his excitement wasn’t too obvious. "Laurence Zvhal, second head guard," he said, extending his hand.

Y/N] took his hand, her grip firm and confident. "I've heard a lot about you."

Laurence, ever the charmer, lifted her hand gently and kissed the back of it. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, winking playfully.

"[Y/N] [L/N], but I am starting to think, you already knew that." She raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "Is that your usual greeting for all the new guards?"

"Only to you, my dove," Laurence replied smoothly, releasing her hand. "I've been looking forward to meeting you."

[Y/N] laughed, the sound brightening the chilly morning air. "Well, I’m glad to be here. And it’s nice to have some company for gate duty. I was getting tired of dealing with Dale being drunk while working."

Laurence chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Yeah, Dale can be a bit much sometimes. But it’s good to have someone reliable around... especially one so beautiful."

They settled into their posts, the morning light casting long shadows on the snow-covered ground.

The air was crisp, and their breath formed small clouds as they talked.

"So, how are you finding Phoenix Drop?" Laurence asked, genuinely curious.

"It's been great so far," [Y/N] replied, her eyes scanning the horizon. "Everyone's been welcoming, and the village has a certain charm to it."

Laurence nodded, appreciating her positive outlook. "Yeah, it does have a unique charm. I guess that’s what makes this place special."

[Y/N] smiled, her eyes reflecting the winter light. "It really does. Though, I have to admit, I’m still adjusting to the cold. It's a far cry from the warmer climates I’m used to."

"Ah, yes, the cold can be quite harsh," Laurence said, glancing at the snow-covered landscape. "But it's worth it to see the stranglehold of winter to be broken by spring."

"You seem to have a poetic side," She commented with a teasing smile. "Do you always speak like this, or is it reserved for special occasions?"

Laurence grinned, leaning slightly closer as if sharing a secret. "Only when I’m trying to impress someone."

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Is that so? And here I thought you were just being charming for the sake of it."

"Charming is my middle name," Laurence quipped. "It’s not every day I get to work alongside someone as intriguing as you."

"Yeah, yeah, Cassanova."

Their conversation flowed naturally, with [Y/N] sharing anecdotes from her past assignments and Laurence responding with his own stories from Phoenix Drop.

As they talked, Laurence felt the ease between them grow, the initial awkwardness melting away in the warmth of their shared laughter and exchange.

At the party, he had only caught fleeting moments of her voice amidst the crowd—like tantalizing hints of a melody he was desperate to hear in its entirety. Those snippets had been alluring, and captivating, and left him craving more.

But now, with [Y/N] speaking directly to him, it was as if he had been granted access to a symphony he had only heard in fragments.

The way she spoke, the melody of her words, and the passion behind them had an almost intoxicating effect on him. Each syllable seemed to lift him higher, wrapping him in a euphoric haze that dulled the edge of his usual burdens.

Her voice was a sweet nectar, and he was helplessly addicted.

He would find himself lost in the cadence of her speech, hanging on to every inflection and nuance. It was so easy to let the world outside fade away, to let the cold, the shadows, and the relentless calling from the Nether slip from his mind.

The dark thoughts and heavy memories that usually plagued him seemed to dissolve in the warmth of her presence. The suffocating weight of the countless drops of blood on his hands, the creeping darkness that threatened his sanity, and the ever-present struggle to retain his humanity all receded into the background.

In their place, there was only the enchantment of her voice, drawing him into a realm where his worries felt distant and irrelevant.

"So, what’s been the most challenging part of your new role?" Laurence asked, desperately trying for her to keep talking.

[Y/N] considered the question for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Everyone has their own way of doing things. I’m still figuring out how best to fit in while staying true to my own style."

Laurence nodded, understanding. "It can be tough finding that balance. But from what I’ve seen, you’re doing great. Your reputation precedes you."

[Y/N] smiled, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Thanks. That means a lot. And speaking of reputation, I’ve heard quite a few things about you too."

Laurence’s eyes twinkled with curiosity. "Oh? And what have you heard?"

"That you’re not only a skilled guard but also quite the sweet talker," [Y/N] said with a playful glint in her eye. "And that you have a knack for making even the dullest tasks seem interesting."

Laurence laughed, a genuine, hearty sound. "Well, I try my best. And I suppose I’m just lucky to have such good company today."

[cypheroo]

Relationship headcannons for Laurence Zvhal and Garroth Ro'Meave! ~♡

⭐️ anon requested this! Thank them!

"May I pretty please ask for MCD!Laurance/garroth x reader headcanons?"

Word count : 739

Triggers : none?

AN : it's short buuuut! Here are some basic headcannons for these two boys!

Garroth Ro'Meave who is insanely protective of you, he always wants you in his sight. He doesn't like you going on lone missons and much prefers traveling with you.

Garroth Ro'Meave who is so In love with you, he can't help but stare at you as you sleep in your shared bed next to him. He can't believe he was really able to be in a relationship with you and he's just speechless.

Garroth Ro'Meave who is usually awake early in the mornings and comes home late at night because of him being a guard. He feels bad he can't be there when you wake up or when you lay down for sleep.

Garroth Ro'Meave who was originally didn't wanna take off his helmet due to his history, but his helmet was also useful for when his face would flush at the sight of you.

Garroth Ro'Meave whos a litteral heater it's snowing or cold out? Trust me cuddling up to garroth in bed on the few days he's home early IS actually heaven.

Garroth Ro'Meave who asked you out by accident one late night, it slipped his tongue when he was expressing worry for you.

"I just really want you to be safe, I love you too much for you to end up hurt"

Garroth Ro'Meave who was worried about the village knowing. He was worried about if word got out of village what could happen to you.

Garroth Ro'Meave whos hands are scarred and battered yet touch you with such care and warmth, he loves cupping your cheeks and just getting to gaze into your eyes.

Garroth Ro'Meave whos insanely touch starved and feels his heart skip a beat anytime your skin grazes his.

Garroth Ro'Meave who sometimes will break down and cry in your chest, he's overwhelmed with guilt and sometimes it just becomes more then he can control

Garroth Ro'Meave who sure will get into fights with you but will attempt just best at keeping a level head, he'll never snoop low and call you names, disagreements happen and he doesn't want it to end your relationship.

Garroth Ro'Meave who would face anything if it meant you were safe and sound at home.

Pet names garroth would call you include but aren't limited to : honey, sweetheart, love, and sometimes sunshine

Laurence Zvhal who originally flirts with you as a joke and uses it as a nice excuse to talk with you. He'd also would slowly tone down flirting with other people as soon as you came into his life.

Laurence Zvhal who'll leave his stuff around your place as an excuse to come back and "retrieve it" I swear there is a scarf he left on the kitchen table that has been at your place for months.

Laurence Zvhal who originally is terrified of his feelings for you, he doesn't wanna lose control around you and hurt you. He avoided you for the longest time after he realized his feelings for you.

Laurence Zvhal who'd feel horrible when you ask him what you did to cause him to ignore you. It was only after you properly confessed your feelings that he'd explain why.

Laurence Zvhal who to makes up for ignoring you with truely romantic evenings where he and you sit on the beach, having a picnic at sundown.

Laurence Zvhal who can get pretty jealous when someone else is getting too close, and instead of being verbal about it he'd opt to just wrap his arm around your side and kiss your cheek softly.

Laurence Zvhal who will rest his chin on your shoulder whenever you hug. He loves closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around you.

Laurence Zvhal who's hands are Slender and cold, he likes tracing shapes on your back when your asleep in his arms. Those nights he doesn't get much sleep because of how happy he is.

Laurence Zvhal who'll tell anyone who asks about your relationship, he looooves telling people he's dating you, he just can't help it to be honest!

Laurence Zvhal who hates letting you see when he's hurt, Anytime something happens to him he trys his best to hide it, but he always ends up knocking at your door after he's been patched up.

Laurence Zvhal who actually hates arguing with you, he prefers to have conversations and not arguments.

Petnames Laurence would call you include but are not limited to : darling, cutie, babe, and rarely boo

Tags:

[luckyjiii]

movie night (l.z.)

WORDCOUNT - 1688

Paring - Laurance Zvhal x reader

tw/cw- fingering, unprotected sex, praise, soft dom laurance, aftercare, petnames, friends to lovers, possibly out of character, fluff after

Not grammar checked sorry! >~<

It was your weekly movie night with your best friend Laurance. After being snuggled under the covers with all your favorite snacks you decided on the movie EuroTrip. Although you wouldn’t be paying attention to the movie as you would rather stare at Laurance. As much as you would hate to admit it to him, he was incredibly handsome. His sandy brown hair hung gentle around his perfect face that you just couldn’t pry your eyes away from. 

You had started to see him in this new light after Aphmau’s Christmas party last year, where he had kissed you under the mistletoe as “friends”. It had been about a year since then and you thought the feelings would go away eventually but they never did. Ever since then you start to notice little things about him that you have progressively found more attractive. Like the way he would help you reach things on high shelves, his hands, the way he said your name… 

“Y/N? Are you gonna watch the movie or me?” A warm smile spread across his face. His teasing made your face hot, it was another thing you liked about him. “I’m getting to it,  just didn’t really interest me.” You replied as you rolled your eyes. You honestly didn’t really know what was going on in the movie.

 Not only did his looks distract you but also the fact you two were home alone. Usually his roommates would join you guys or be somewhere close by, but today Garroth went to his parents house for an early holiday party and Dante was working at the cat cafe they all worked at and probably went to someone's house after with Travis. He decided to change the movie to some random popular horror movie. You reached for your favorite chips and snuggled a little bit closer to him in an effort to take your mind off of everything. 

This time the movie was more captivating. At every scare you clung to each other and after he kept his hand on your thigh to calm you down. After a bit you realized where his hand was and how big it was and a heat started building in your stomach. Had he always done things like this? You weren’t sure but it was making your head spin. The movie had slowed down a bit and Laurence’s hand had been slowly sliding up your thigh but you tried to keep your focus pretending it didn’t bother you. He had to be teasing you again like always…right? Him turning his head towards you broke you from your thoughts.

“Y/N?”

“Uh huh”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Uh huh”

“Y/N I really like you.” His hand stopped at the bottom of your pajama shorts before sharply inhaling. “Do you like me too?”

“Uh huh” 

His other hand grabbed your chin and turned your head towards him. “Can I kiss you?” Instead of answering him you leaned in to capture his soft lips in a kiss. His hand on your chin sliding to cup your face and his other slide to your waist to pull you closer. He bit your bottom lip making you gasp and his tongue entered your mouth as he pulled you onto his lap. 

“Is this ok?” He asked panting, breaking the kiss. You nodded your head too nervous to say anything. “Use your words baby.” Him saying that lit a fire in you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly started rocking your hips back and forth. You closed the gap between you and kissed him again. The pleasure you two felt made the kiss sloppier than the first one with moans and groans coming from him and you. 

Before you had realized it he had picked you up and started heading to his room. You gave him a confused look. “I just want you to be comfortable.” That made you blush and you hid your face in his neck. He opened his door and placed you on his bed before closing and locking it. He pulled off his shirt, showing his toned body making you look him up and down. “C’mon Y/N don’t drool over me now.”

 He got on the bed and put you into his lap again. “Are you sure you want this and you're not just doing this for my sake?”He asked as his hands reached the end of your shirt. “Laurance, please I want you. I want this so bad, I’ve wanted this for so long.” With no other words needed to be said he lifted your shirt over your head and started to kiss your neck. The kisses evolved into him softly sucking and biting your neck leaving a trail of mark down your neck. “God Y/N you're so pretty.” He groaned into your neck.

Heat flooded your body and in between your legs had this unbearable throbbing and wetness. “Laurance please” He lifted his head from your neck and looked at you like you were the only thing in the world at the moment. His blue eyes stood out more in the moonlight peeking in from his slightly open curtains. He hummed in approval and laid you on the bed. Slowly he took off your pajama shorts and panties. 

He ran one finger between your folds making you shiver. He made eye contact with you as he inserted a finger into you and started slowly pumping it in and out. This one finger reached spots you never could and felt so different. He added another making your back arch and let out a moan. “You sound so pretty baby.” He started to speed up his pace.

You threw your head back as he added another finger. “Laurance I’m a-about..” Before you could finish the sentence he quickened his fingers as you came. Your legs were shaking by the time you were done. “You ok?” He asked with a worried look on his face. You nodded your head, panting. He pet your head with his hand not in you and quickly kissed your forehead. “Do you think you can do a little more or are you at your limit y/n?”

“I want you in me please” You sat up and started to unbuckle his belt and slide down his pants. Left in his boxers he began to blush realizing what was about to happen. Slowly you pulled down his boxers and his dick hit his stomach. You gulped looking at it, this was your first time and this was one of your closest friends. A blush spread across both of your faces as he laid you down. “Y/N I’m asking you one last time. Are you sure you want this?” Even moments like this he was so worried and cared about you. “Yes Laurence please just fuck me.”

He softly laughed and carefully slid into you with you wincing in pain. “Let me know when I can move ok baby?” You tightly closed your eyes and nodded. After a little bit you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in and tapped him to let him know you were ready. He slowly started moving quickly picking up his pace. “Fuckk princess it’s like you were made for me.” He moaned 

The only sounds in the house were skin slapping, moans, and the movie that had been long forgotten. You wrap your arms around his neck like you did earlier and pull him into open mouth kisses. Everything was getting too much, the only thing grounding you to reality was the scratches you were leaving on Laurance’s back and his warmth. It felt like you were melting into each other.

You couldn’t even say his name, you were so weak. One of your arms fell on your face, you didn’t want him to see you like this, it was too embarrassing.  You were about to reach your second orgasm when he noticed you covering your face and slowed down. “Nuh uh baby I wanna see your face.” He grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head, using his other hand to keep himself up. 

You whined before his pace quickened going back to what it was before. You started to squirm to warn him, you knew you were at your limit. “It’s ok me too, can you do it with me, pretty girl?” You couldn’t even respond as your orgasm hit you like a truck. You were seeing stars. By the time you came down from your high Laurance pulled out and came on your stomach.

“Are you ok baby?” He was laying next to you petting your head. You nodded too tired to speak. Your eyes started to close and you started to drift off to sleep before Laurance kissed you on the forehead. You had woken up not too long after to the feeling of something wet. “Sorry I wanted to clean you up but you fell asleep. Do you want to go shower?” You let out a sound of agreement.

As he picked you up bridal style as he wrapped you up in a towel. Taking you to the bathroom you snuggled up into his chest, his warmth could put you right back to sleep. The brightness of the bathroom made you squint and close your eyes, being used to the darkness of his room and the living room. You kept your eyes closed as you heard the water running and were placed into it. 

A warm rag was run over you until you were cleaned. “Hon, I’ll be right back I’m gonna grab clothes for you ok?” You nodded and just enjoyed the warm, relaxing water. You weren’t sure how long he’d been gone but he came just in time because he was starting to get lonely. He helped you get out of the tub and get dressed into a pair of his clothes. He picked you up again and you rested your head on his shoulder as he walked you back to his room. 

“I love you, Laurance.” You said it because of exhaustion but you meant every single word you said.”I love you too y/n” He said in that warm silky tone you love so much.  It wasn’t long before you hit the bed and fell quickly asleep.

Bonus

You woke up the next morning hugging Laurance like a big teddy bear. It was so comfy you never wanted to get up. You snuggled your face into him before he squeezed you, scaring you as you let out a yelp. “Morning baby.” He said while giggling. “Morning.” You hugged him tightly, inhaling his smell. It was another thing you loved about him, it was so comforting. 

“Can I tell the world I have a girlfriend?” You could tell he was smiling by the way he said that. You were going to talk to him about what you guys were after that, but girlfriend and boyfriend felt right. “Mhm tell everyone” He squeezed you again and kissed you. Nothing could ruin this sweet moment.

“LAURANCE GET UP IT’S SNOWING EVERYONE IS WAITING FOR US” You forgot about his roommates. Garroth, Dante, and Travis had gotten home sometime between you falling asleep and you waking up now. You had just told Laurance he could tell everyone you were his girlfriend but how were you supposed to explain to his other best friend so soon..? Garroth tried to open the door but to no avail.

“LAURANCE DID YOU FALL ASLEEP NAKED AGAIN?” You raised an eyebrow at him as he shook his head no trying to defend his innocence. He tried to get up to tell Garroth off but you clung to him. “Y/N just let me tell him I’m tired from movie night and we can keep cuddling and watch stuff in here.”  He whispered to you as you sighed and let him go.

He got up from bed and quickly walked to his door. He opened the door a crack so that Garroth couldn’t see you in his bed. Travis, who was standing next to Garroth, flashed a smile at him. “There you are! C’mon honey bear don’t you wanna go play out in the snow with us??” Garroth batted his lashes at Laurance. “No. I’m tired from my movie night with y/n we stayed up late and she’s still sleeping, so shut up.”

Garroth raised his eyebrows with a cheeky smile. “So if she stayed over why aren’t you sleeping on the couch?” Laurance rolled his eyes trying to hide his embarrassment of getting caught almost accidentally. He closed the door on Garroth’s face and sighed. “You idiot, she’s my girlfriend, why wouldn’t I sleep in the same bed as her?” Your face became hot, still not used to being his girlfriend. Being more awake now you clearly remember the events of last night, if you weren’t already red, you were now. 

Your thoughts were disrupted when you felt a dip in the bed next to you and a scream coming outside the door. Laurence hugged you and smiled but it was hard to appreciate the moment with the yells happening outside the door. “LAURANCE WHAT. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN ? HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND? OPEN THE DOOR.” You two burst out laughing but it wasn’t so funny when the door busted open with a fuming Garroth standing in the door frame.“LAURANCE..WHEN..?” 

“Yesterday, last night. Do you need more details..?” He said with the sass he only has for Garroth. Travis stood behind Garroth with a shocked look on his face but and both shook their heads no. “Um…so..are you still not going to play in the snow with everyone..?” Travis said, peeking his head out from behind Garroth. “We’ll be out later, just let us sleep in a little later and we still need to get my stuff.” You interjected into the conversation with a soft laugh. 

With that the blond and silver haired boys left just as quickly as they came. Laurance closed the door again as you fell backwards onto the bed. “I wonder if everyone will react like that..” You said while curling up in a ball to keep warm. The boys left the front door open and it quickly cooled down the whole house. Laurance crawled back into bed with you and wrapped himself and blankets around you. It was warm and comfy enough to fall back asleep.

“Maybe we should just stay in bed all day.” He hummed in agreement and you both fell back asleep.

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[starhvney]

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: blaze, garroth, gene, laurance

𝐂𝐖: NSFW, sexual content and kinks, but nothing extreme or disturbing

𝐀/𝐍: woah omg guys who wrote this?! it wasn't me i swear!! (it was me) i’ll probably make a part two with the other men i didn’t include in this one but um… yeah someone needs to restrain me i’m biting my keyboard

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄 | biting/scratching, restraining, predator/prey

☆ you had discovered that he got off on chasing and catching you one day when you had jokingly teased him and ran away, giggling as you went to hide from him. he had frozen just a second, giving you a headstart before he quickly went after you.

it’s really unfair, a human running away from a werewolf literally twice her size in height and muscle. you let out a surprised shriek when familiar, thick, tan arms wrap around you.

it felt like he was nearly about to tackle you, but you’re instead whisked off of your feet and pressed into the nearest surface—the wall. you tilted your head back to look at him, eye’s widening when you catch his gaze.

he huffs, hunched over you and pupils blown wide in lust. you’re shocked you riled him up so easily, and you’re just about to open your mouth to tease him again when he pins his hips into your behind. he grinds his hardened bulge into your ass, cutting off any of your previous thoughts and turning them into mush.

“got you.”

☆ you’re just so cute when you look up at him like that, eyes wide like a bunny trapped in a wolf’s claws. it’s instinctual, really, so can you blame him for how turned on he gets? the thrill of the chase and claiming his catch is in his blood.

so it’s no wonder that he claims you there and then, not bothering to move to the bedroom and instead humping into you from behind.

“so tight.” he groans, his voice nearly sounding like a growl. “feels s’good every time.”

he bites down on your shoulder, groaning and fighting off every urge to immediately go hard and rough. he still knows you’re smaller, and it shows in the way you whine when your pussy stretches and flutters around him, struggling to take him in.

☆ when you finally do adjust, rip to any kind of movement or function below your waist for the rest of the night. you will be numb and sore for days.

one of his hands easily has your wrists pinned together, pressing your arms against your chest while he uses his other arm to guide your hips. it’s incredibly easy for him to do, lifting you up before bouncing you back down on his cock at a ruthless pace.

you’re not sure what to do with yourself, head drooping and legs twitching and flailing while he has you completely restrained by your torso. he was hitting so deep, you’re sure you can feel it in your throat with every thrust.

his nails dig into your sides, not breaking the skin but still leaving irritated scratches along the surface while his mouth continues to hotly lick and bite into the skin at the juncture of your neck.

☆ it’s not until a mix of your cum is dripping out of you, trailing down your thighs and onto the floor beneath you that he finally calms down, whispering apologies in your ear while leaving sloppy kisses on your jaw.

“sorry, babe,” he pants, heart thrumming in his chest against your back. “i don’t know what came over me.”

he once again picks you up, carrying you bridal style in his arms as he kisses every scratch and bite mark he left behind before cleaning you up and snugly tucking you under him in bed.

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇 | size kink, manhandling, breeding, praise

☆ he is tall and he is stupidly strong. he would never ever use his strength to hurt you, but he still loves how much smaller than him you are. he thinks it’s adorable, how easily he can throw you over his shoulder, or how he can flip or bend you whichever way he wants.

you had let out a startled squeak when garroth had scooped you up as soon as you entered your home, wasting no time before the front door had even shut.

he had carried you with ease to your bedroom, tossing you onto the mattress without even slightly gasping or struggling for breath. when his long, thick fingers met your folds to prepare you, he was surprised to find you were already soaked in your slick.

“does me throwing you around like that really make you this wet, baby?” he smirked, slapping his erect cock onto your stomach, admiring how the tip nearly reached your navel.

☆ he knows he has to be careful, with his unnatural strength. but it’s so hard, especially with how your cunt greedily sucks him in, fluttering as you struggled to adjust to his size.

“fuck,” he hisses, his fingers roughly gripping the sheets by your head. “relax, sweetheart. or it’ll never fit.”

“ ‘m trying!” you whine, never getting used to the stretch even after all of the times you’ve gone through this process before.

☆ as soon as you finally do adjust and he bottoms out, you find yourself practically folded in half as he pounds into you, his hips slamming against your thighs.

his eyes focus on your lower abdomen, fascinated at the bulge that appears every time he slides himself back into your walls. his hand is large and warm, something that overwhelmed you as he pressed down against your stomach.

your legs shake and spasm against his hands as your eyes roll and your head lulls back. a sign, garroth has learned, that showed you were close to tipping over the edge.

“are you gonna cum, baby? yeah?” he pants in your ear, his pace stuttering. “go on. do it for me, i know you can. mhmm, good girl.”

as you tighten and flutter around him he lets out a broken moan himself.

“you gonna let me cum inside? you’d look so cute pregnant. you gonna let me fill you up? make you a mommy?”

☆ he buries his face into your shoulder when he reaches his peak, strong hands holding you in place as his hips jerk and press into you. his grip would probably leave bruises, ones that he’d individually kiss and apologize for when you were done.

a deep, husky groan vibrates against your throat as he stills, and his hot release shoots up, coating your insides white. you’re still catching your breath when he places sloppy kisses against the crook of your neck, lowering your legs and massaging your hips.

“you did so good for me, sweetheart.”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 | degradation/teasing, spanking, dacryphilia, dumbification

☆ you really should know better than to try and tease and be bratty to him, because it always ends the same. though, you did know better, because he always reacted exactly how you wanted.

you whine into the sheets your face was shoved in, your grip white-knuckled against his pants as you were splayed across his lap. your back arched against his long hand that held you in place, while his other one cracked down against your reddened ass once again.

your hips jerk against the leg you were bent over as you muffle your moans.

“where’d your claws go, kitty?” gene questions, gently soothing the irritated skin with his lithe fingers before delivering another harsh slap. “you were talking all tough earlier, weren’t you?”

☆ he lifts you up, keeping your head face first in the bed while he raises your ass up in the air, pushing himself into you. he gives you just enough time to adjust before he’s started a merciless rhythm, your moans and cries stuttered and jolted every time he slams into you.

“poor thing…” he turns your face to the side, kissing the tears of pleasure from your cheeks and licking his lips with a grin. “just keep taking it. can you at least do that? hm?”

you nod, gasping and eyes rolling as the thick vein running along his shaft continues to hit that one mind-shattering spot inside without fail. you’re not sure how many times you’ve came now, but the soaked sheets and sticky feeling against your thighs was enough of an indication.

“good doll,” his thumb from the hand that firmly held you down between your shoulder blades rubbed soothing circles on your skin—a sharp contrast to his rough and unwavering pace.

“yeah, you’re too sweet to be tough, aren’t you?” he tilts his head, laughing at how your attempt to tease and one-up him once again ended with you drooling underneath him. “sweet thing.”

☆ he’s the type to mock your moans as he has you bent over and nearly unconscious, his deep voice pitching higher as he whines and gasps in your ear.

“ah~! mmn~! aah~!” he whines, a raspy laugh leaving his lips when he realizes you’re too fucked out to even respond.

“aww, can’t take it anymore? you should’ve thought of that before you started talking like you were all tough, huh?” he juts his lip out, giving you a look of fake pity as he continues to show no mercy in his pace.

☆ it’s not until he knows you really are at your limit that he finally slows down, brushing your hair back and kissing you as he rolls you over to lay on top of him.

“are you okay, lovely?” he whispers, holding your droopy head between his hands.

you sleepily nod, relieving his tense worry that he had been too rough on you. he wraps his arms around you and mutters for you to hold on as he carries you to the bathroom, whispering praises in your ear and peppering sweaty kisses against you.

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | marking, overstimulation, orgasm control, begging

☆ you’d lost track of how long you’d been in bed, something that was a common recurring theme anytime laurance dragged you under the sheets with him. 

his hips leisurely roll down into yours as a lazy and overconfident smirk stayed cockily plastered on his face. he ducked his head  down into your neck, kissing casually on the exposed skin as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you right now.

“laurance,” you whine in frustration, hips twitching and bucking up into his. “please.”

he bucks deeper into you, pinning your hips into the bed and preventing you from squirming any further. he tilts his head and hums innocently, lips brushing along your jaw and hovering over your lips.

“please what, my love?”

“move,” you demand, cheeks red and chest heaving.

he clicks his tongue disapprovingly, continuing to slowly grind into you as his lips trail away from yours, moving to nibble on your earlobe.

“well that’s no way to ask for something…” he purrs, voice vibrating against your ears.

“please, go faster, harder, something!” you grit, nails digging into his shoulders as he suddenly draws back and snaps back into you.

“good girl. keep begging for me like that and i might give you more.”

☆ the teasing fuck doesn’t actually keep to his promise until you’re a babbling mess from his slow movements, spasming on his dick while he’s barely gotten started. when you finally really beg for him, you almost regret asking for it. almost. 

“oh, fu-ah!” you cry out, hands reaching down to push on his waist in a futile attempt to slow him down. “slow down, laur—ance!”

laurance barely raises his head from where he has just been sucking on your chest, lovely red and purple marks forming on the sensitive skin. his eyes droop in satisfaction as he stares down at you, admiring your mussed hair and bleary expression.

despite your overstimulation, he continues the same unrelenting tempo, his length battering your insides as he smiles down at you.

“oh, but how could i after you asked me so nicely to speed up?” he asks, relishing in how you spasm around him as he coaxes yet another orgasm from you.

your eyes scrunch as you arch up into him, gasping and frantically steadying yourself by digging your fingers into his toned back. you see white as you gush and squirt around him, jaw dropping as you try to catch your breath.

you think you’re in the clear as his hips still against you, giving you a moment of reprieve to recover. as soon you open your eyes they blow wide open, a startled moan leaving your lips as he pulls out to the head and hastily snaps himself back in.

“c’mon, just one more for me? you can do one more.”

☆ “just one more” is never the case with laurance. it’s not until he himself has wasted his own energy that he finally collapses, leaving you both spent and satisfied against the sheets. 

he relishes in the afterglow, giving you sloppy kisses as if he hadn’t been doing that for the past couple of hours anyways. after his legs return their strength he carries you to the bathroom, knowing he once again left you sore and used.

he’s used to the scandalized gasp and harsh slap he earns on his chest when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. 

☆ he always leaves you with hickeys spanning from your neck down to your breasts. sometimes you’ll find them on your lower stomach and thighs… if he spends a little extra time on you that day. 

“laurance zvahl! how am i supposed to hide this?”

“by wearing my sweater again…” he giggles, rubbing his hands along your waistline.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[dilly-dahlia]

ii. The Journey Through the Woods

pairing: fem!reader x Laurance

content: tangled au, slow burn, gradual strangers to friends to lovers, use of y/n

summary: After Laurance convinced you to leave your tower, you join him in searching for his companions.

word count: 5.6k

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The crevice that led into your circle of isolation had always been a dark, looming pathway. You had lost count of the amount of times you had stared out the window, fantasizing about crossing it. But now that you were standing in front of it with Laurance, you hesitated.

The crevice was hidden on the other side. If you blinked you missed it, and it was truly mind boggling that Laurance had managed to spot it. The barely noticeable crack in the stone opened up to a gaping hole on the other side.

Maybe it was the darkness that scared you. You knew the tunnel went on forever—at least that’s what you remembered from the few times your mother had actually taken you out when you were a toddler. You were scared of it then, and it terrified you now.

Laurance raised his brow at you. He didn’t miss the way your thumb ran over your nails or the stiffness of your shoulders. Those were the harder things to spot, but he would have been an idiot if he hadn’t noticed your expression.

Your brows were drawn together, the smallest line forming between them. You bit the inside of your lip and your gaze flitted to all corners of the dark cavern in front of you.

“Are you alright?” Laurance asked. His hand remained on the hilt of his sword.

You nodded, though your mouth had gone dry. “Fine,” you said, needing to peel your tongue from the roof of your mouth to speak. Another moment passed between the two of you. “You go first.”

“Why?”

“Just go first.” You didn’t know why you wanted him to go first. You could have gone first and gotten it over with. Maybe you were scared he would stab you in the back if you walked in front of him.

No. If he were going to hurt you he would have done so. Irene knows he’s already had hundreds of openings to do that in the half hour he’d known you. So what were you scared of?

Laurance seemed to sense your unease. It was obvious that he didn’t want to go first either—though you weren’t sure what his reasoning was—but he would for your sake. What kind of person would he be to help someone out of their own isolation and then leave them for the wolves?

With a sigh, Laurance stepped in front of you. You counted the number of steps it took him to reach the looming darkness (seven) and waited until he paused at the exit to catch up.

You followed close behind him in the tunnel. There was no light, so it was pitch black. You remembered traveling with a lantern when you were younger. The lantern had cast dark shadows across the walls and dramatized the silhouettes of you and your mother. Your mother had sung a soft tune to sooth you, and now you were singing the same beat in your head.

When you were small, your mother singing had illuminated your hair and acted as a light to fend off the dark. Once the two of you had cuddled together in the tower that night, safe from the darkness of the tunnel, she told you a tale of Irene. She’d told you your hair was a blessing from the deity herself, one meant to make you a light like the matron.

You weren’t sure what it was, but something about the fear that slowly nipped at your being made you forget your magic hair and the hopeful take your mother had spun all those years ago. Instead, you found yourself reaching forward, needing to touch Laurance to make sure he was still there. Your fingertips brushed against the thick material of his overcoat until your palm lightly rested against what you assumed to be his shoulder. Barely a second had passed before his own hand enveloped yours, the callouses on it a stark contrast to your soft ones, and gently squeezed.

The pressure around your chest loosened slightly. You really didn’t know what you were scared of, but having Laurance’s warm hand in your own gave you a sense of comfort. There was no way you’d be separated from him and left behind. If that was even what you feared.

You heard something click against the stone wall. Your breath hitched. Your hand tightened around Laurance’s as you froze and pulled him closer.

“I’m right here.” Laurance’s voice cut through the darkness like a small light, however dim it may have been. His hand kept a tight hold of yours while you felt the other brush against your shoulder. Even though he couldn’t see you, you nodded and took a deep breath.

The tunnel seemed to take hours to travel through, just as it did in your memory. However, when you emerged on the other side the sun was still shining high noon. Was the never ending depth of darkness all in your head?

When your bare feet touched the soft grass beyond the tunnel it was like whatever was holding you tight let go. It wasn’t so hard to breathe anymore and your hold on Laurance’s hand loosened until your fingers slipped out of his.

You looked around in silent awe. There were so many trees. Golden rays of sun filtered through the leaves, creating a warmth beneath the canopy above you where the light shone. Birds were chirping and in the distance you swore you heard living water flowing through a creek. The air was fresh—much fresher than it had ever been in your tower. There was a crisp coldness to the atmosphere that made the hairs on your arm stand, but you relished in the feeling.

Laurance watched as you took in the world around you. He kept his distance as you admired the beauty of nature, but stayed close enough that he could protect you should anything happen.

You smiled. You never thought you would escape the confines of your tower, and that thought had only been solidified after your mother shot down your request to leave. But here you were, dewy grass beneath your feet and the towering trees just an arms length away from your fingertips.

Your joy made Laurance’s own lips curl up. When you turned back to look at him, the dopey grin across his face made you chuckle.

“What?” you asked.

Laurance shook his head. “What do you mean what?”

“You keep looking at me.”

Laurance playfully scoffed. “Am I not allowed to do that?”

“Well . . . Yes, but you have a certain look when you do.”

He raised a brow. “Do I?” You nodded. “What look is it?

“It’s—“ You cut yourself off, trying to curl your lips in the same soft way as his. Laurance chuckled. “No. Okay, no. It’s more like—“ You tried twisting your lips again, this time raising your eyebrows ever so slightly.

Laurance laughed louder, covering his mouth in a poor attempt to stifle it. You huffed. “Okay, I don’t know! But you’re looking at me like that and it’s . . . weird.”

“Would you like me to stop looking at you?”

“I . . .” You trailed off. Did you really want that? “Yes.”

“Alright, then I’ll stop looking at you.”

You nodded. The two of you held eye contact for a moment before you turned and looked behind you.

The forest was dense, but there was still space to frolick through it freely. The density of the trees didn’t seem intimidating, no. Instead, there was an inviting light, one that beckoned you to travel further. Flowers bloomed across the forest floor, the ones that were on vines climbing up the tree trunks and dangling off the branches and leaves.

You were in awe.

“So where are we going?” you asked. You watched as a bird pecked at a branch.

“Well, I need to find my Lord and companions. As I told you earlier, we were unexpectedly separated.” You heard the grass ruffle beneath Laurance’s feet as he approached you, stopping at your side. “You’re still free to go with me. Or you can do as you please and venture on your own.”

You turn your head to look at him. He’s taller than you, you notice. “I’ll go with you, if that’s not a bother. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

Laurance smiled—a kind one that would put anyone’s nerves at ease. “Of course, my lady. Shall we be on our way, then?”

You nodded, and waited until Laurance stepped in front of you to follow behind him.

You were slower than him. It might have been that Laurance was simply faster because his legs were longer and he was obviously more experienced with traversing around grass and sticks and rocks (not to mention he was wearing shoes and you had been careless enough to leave your tower completely barefoot), but a part of you thought you were slower because of your hair.

The weight of it held you back, acting as a tether you to your tower of solitude. Maybe it was a warning, you thought. Maybe it was your mother’s magic tugging on the ends, a desperate plea for you to not subject yourself to the dangers of the world.

You softly gasped when a knot in your hair got caught on something. You weren’t sure what it was or what part of your hair had gotten caught, but it must have been something big because it made you stumble back.

You looked behind you, wrapping your hands around the strands of hair and attempting to pull the knot out. If Laurance had asked what you were looking for, you would have said what your hair was caught on, but you didn’t know if that would be an accurate answer. Some part of you, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, was looking for your mother.

You could feel her presence watching you. It was a weight on your shoulders that pulled you down almost as much as your hair did. You were waiting for your mother to come out of the shadows and grab you and drag you back to the tower. If that happened, would Laurance run after you? Would he try again to coax you out of what you knew? You had hardly just met him, what reason would he have to do that.

“Are you alright?” You turned at the sound of Laurance’s voice. He was right behind you, so he must have noticed your minor distress and stepped closer.

“My hair got caught,” you said. Your voice was soft, but Laurance was already walking past you and following the length of your long hair to find where it had gotten caught. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Laurance stopped a few feet away from you, bending down to untangle the knot. “You don’t have to apologize. You have a lot of hair, I would’ve been surprised if it didn’t get caught on something.”

He undid the knot and pulled a gnarled root out of the ground, tossing it away so it didn’t catch the rest of your hair. He began to bundle it up, pulling it close to him to gather in a ball for him to hold close to his chest.

“Here,” he said, standing straight once he had gathered your hair. “I’ll help you with it.”

“No, it’s okay.” You step closer to him, holding your arms out for him to give you the pile of hair instead. “I can carry it. I don’t want it to get in your way.”

“Are you sure?” You nodded and he let the full weight of your hair fall into your arms, although reluctantly. He took a breath, looking towards the sky. “It’s getting late. I doubt we’ll catch up with my companions, so we’ll find a place to stay.” His gaze met yours again, and he gave you a once over. “And we’ll see what we can do about getting you shoes.”

His gaze flicked back up to yours, his lips fighting to pull up into a teasing grin. Your cheeks heated.

“I was in a rush,” you said.

Laurance shook his head. He allowed a smile to grace his face, though it was kind. “I didn’t say anything.”

“But you were thinking it.” He stepped past you, continuing on the path he had mapped out in his mind. You scoffed, following after him. “It’s not like I meant to forget shoes.”

“Oh, because you weren’t mending a pair when I came into your tower.” He glanced behind him, making sure you were steadily following but also to react to your embarrassment. “Don’t think I didn’t see that white pair on the table.”

“Well- Those were house slippers and unsuitable for walking,” you snapped. You looked down at your feet, making sure you didn’t step on any sharp objects or trip over lifted roots. “I don’t have an actual pair of shoes anyway.”

“You don’t own shoes?”

“I’ve never had any reason to. Why would I?”

Laurance raised his brows and nodded his head, as if agreeing with your statement. “Well, whatever the reason I’ll make sure you have shoes by tomorrow morning.”

—

Well, he’s make sure you had shoes by tomorrow morning if the time even came.

“Are we lost?” you asked. You had been walking for an eternity, blindly following behind him for what seemed like hours. You could feel the burn in your arms from holding your hair off the ground for so long.

“No, we are not lost.”

It certainly didn’t look that way. Laurance was standing just a few feet in front of you, looking left and right, forward and behind him, practically spinning in circles as he tried to figure out which way to go.

A moment passed. You were still, listening to the crunch of leaves beneath Laurance’s feet as he turned helplessly. It was dark now, and crickets were chirping their lullaby. You watched Laurance run a hand through his hair and breathe out.

“We’re lost,” you declared. You huffed, letting your hair drop onto the floor. Another second holding it and you’re sure your arms would have given out. You glance around, spotting a smooth rock and sitting on the surface. “What’s your plan now?”

“We aren’t lost, Y/n. Just…” Laurance trailed off. He spun around to find you and meet your gaze. In the moonlight, his eyes almost glowed. “We’re gonna find some place eventually. We just have to keep going.”

You puffed out a breath, though you weren’t sure if it was supposed to be in amusement or exasperation. You sat on the rock, staring as Laurance turned back around and debated which way to go before taking a deep breath and gathering your hair again.

“Let’s go this way,” you said once you had finished looping your hair around your arms and found yourself beside him. You vaguely motioned to your right. “Unless you suddenly know where to go?”

Laurance shot you a glare before stepping that way. “I was just about to say we should go right.”

You hummed in disbelief, rolling your eyes before following behind him. Since it was dark now and you couldn’t see the forest floor, your steps were more careful.

You thanked your lucky stars when hardly fifteen minutes later you and Laurance happened upon what seemed to be an inn at the edge of a pond. You breathed out a sigh of relief when your feet met the smooth cobbled stone of a path, and you began taking less care of where you stepped.

You weren’t sure when exactly it had happened, but you found yourself leading Laurance with a bounce in your step. Although you didn’t turn back to see it, Laurance’s gaze as he watched you was soft, as was his smile.

He held the sturdy door open for you, a wave of warmth from inside the building enveloping you like a warm hug as you entered. The door clicked shut behind you and Laurance, though it was nothing but background noise compared to the inside.

It wasn’t extravagant by any means, but it was homey—lived in. There were shelves of various knick-knacks and chairs that looked well loved. You spotted a pile of books with sun damaged pages and softened corners that proved they had been read and appreciated many times. Nothing went together, and yet that was the charm of it.

Here, in this singular room, was all the evidence of a life lived. There in the room you stood was evidence of countless journeys and experiences worth the risk of living a thousand times over.

You hadn’t even noticed that a gentleman had come out of a back room, or that Laurance had approached him. You were busy admiring a collection of handmade figurines and dolls, ranging from carved wooden soldiers to delicately sewn rag dolls with their yarn hair in pigtails and colored buttons for eyes.

It wasn’t until Laurance brushed his hand against your shoulder that you were drawn out of your wonder struck stupor and turned to him. He held a key up to you, saying something you didn’t quite catch before he turned. You assumed he wanted you to follow, so you did.

You followed him up a spiral staircase. Nearly every step creaked beneath the weight of your figures, and the space between them was steeper than you would have liked, but you were grateful that you had come across a place to stay before it got too dark outside.

The room Laurance had purchased was a small one, enough for a bed and a dresser and space for another person or two to sleep on the floor if they so wished, though you couldn’t imagine they would do so comfortably. A door made from unpolished wood led to what you assumed was a bathroom.

Your hair was slowly unwinding itself from the loops around your arms when Laurance said, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

You turned to look up at him. “Are you sure? I feel bad taking the bed.”

Laurance nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t be a very good man if I let a lady such as yourself sleep anywhere except a bed. Besides, I’ve slept in worse places.”

You softly nodded, although the air was thicker now. You couldn’t figure out what it was, but you awkwardly stepped further into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. It was soft, much softer than your own, and the blankets were fuzzy and warm. You began unwrapping your hair from your body as Laurance removed his items. First his bag and then his scabbard. He placed both things by the door.

When the final tendrils of your hair fell to the floor, you began picking any stray leaves and twigs out of it. You left the trash in a neat pile on the dresser to throw away the following morning, and when the silence got too loud for your liking you said, “So what are your plans for tomorrow?”

Laurance had been mindlessly watching you pick the leaves and twigs from your hair, but once he heard your words his gaze flicked to yours. The warm candle flame flickered in his light irises, telling you what ice held up to the sun must have looked like.

“I’m gonna ask if Kruger has a map of these woods,” he said. You weren’t sure who Kruger was, but you assumed it was the man who gave Laurance the room key. “If he doesn’t, then I’ll ask where we are in relation to the closest village. I’ll be able to find my companions from there.”

You softly nodded, and the thick blanket of silence enveloped the two of you again. You weren’t sure what else to say. Was there even something else to say?

By he time you finished picking the trash from your hair, Laurance had already laid on the floor. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t asleep. You still moved quietly, the blankets on the bed rustling as you covered yourself with them before blowing out the candle on the dresser with a soft breath.

When you closed your eyes, you found that sleep would not come easily. Now that you were in a dark and silent room, you felt as though your mother’s presence was watching you more intently. You could almost feel her hands wrapping around your shoulders, pressing so hard you might have toppled over if you had been standing.

You don’t think it would have surprised you to find out the entire day had been a dream when you woke up. You would find yourself back beneath the wilting wisteria around your bed and stretch before finding your mother to tell her of your strange dream.

The weight around your shoulders didn’t loosen even after you had drifted off.

—

Thankfully, you weren’t awoken to limp flower petals falling around you. You were still in the small room under the warm blankets, but now the sun filtered through the sheer curtains and cast golden rays across the floor. Laurance’s makeshift bed had been cleaned up, the duvet neatly folded up and placed at the door of your bed along with his pillow. Laurance himself, though, was gone.

You sat up and stretched. Your breath stank of staleness and your eyes still felt heavy, though you no longer felt the dreadful weight of your mother’s prying eyes.

The door to the room opened. Laurance stepped through, an apple in his mouth and a plate of food in each hand. Two glasses filed with milk were precariously balanced on each plate, and he moved slowly to make sure he didn’t spill it. When he had set both plates down on the dresser and placed the glass cups to the side, he reached up and took a proper bite of his apple.

He turned to you as he chewed, covering his mouth. “Good morning, beautiful.”

You nodded in return, your throat feeling too scratchy to reply. You notice the cups on the dresser and take the one closer to you, taking a sip. Immediately your mouth doesn’t feel as stale.

“Thank you,” you said, brushing your hair out of your face. Laurance leaned back against the wall across from you, pulling his plate and cup closer to him.

“No problem. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just grabbed whatever.”

You nodded again, taking in the contents of the plate. To one side was an assortment of fresh berries—blueberries and raspberries and blackberries, all looking like they had been picked right of their bushes at the crack of dawn. To another side was two slices of fairy bread, and next to that two strips of bacon.

You thanked Laurance again, giving him a kind smile before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence and ate.

“Did you find a map?” you asked, wiping the corner of your mouth to remove the butter that had gathered.

Laurance shook his head. “No, Kruger didn’t have one. He did give me directions to Scaleswind, though. He said it was about half a day of walking from here. It’s lucky, since that’s where my companions and I were headed before I got separated.”

“Will we leave after we eat?” Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him. They reminded Laurance of a doe.

“If you’re ready. I don’t mind staying a bit longer if you want,” he replied, shoving the last of his breakfast in his mouth before brushing off his hands.

You softly hummed, glancing away as you thought. Another half day of walking would probably tire you, or at least your arms, out by carrying the weight of your hair again.

“Do you think we could stay for a bit? Long enough for me to pull my hair back, at least,” you requested. “I got a bit tired carrying it all day yesterday.”

Laurance nodded, his gaze flicking to your hair. “I could braid it for you,” he suggested. “If you’re okay with that.”

You nodded once, though it was more a nod of consideration before you give him a firmer, more assured one. “Yes, that . . . That would work. You know how to braid?”

Laurance nodded. He motioned for you to turn your back to him, which you did. You felt the bed dip behind you as he sat down, and you felt the soft tug your hair gave when he gently pushed it out of the way and onto the floor.

“My sister taught me,” he said, running his fingers through your hair to separate it into thirds. He set two of them to the side, though you weren’t sure why. “She had hair down to her knees when we were teenagers. Hayden was always telling her to get it out of the way when she did things, especially with him, so she made me braid it for her.”

“Are you the younger sibling?” you asked, continuing to pick berries off your plate and eat them. You were careful not to move too much, not wanting to mess up the way Laurance did your hair.

“Yup,” he breathed out. You could almost hear the eye roll. “Cadenza never let me forget it either. She compares the day we met to a curious child finding a rat in the street and begging their parents to let them keep it as a pet.”

You laughed at the picture you painted in your head—a younger Laurance tucked under a girl’s arm, the girl holding him out like a rag doll to her parents.

When your laughter subsided, you ran his words through your head again. “Are you adopted?” you asked.

“What makes you say that?”

You flush. If your assumption was wrong, then you weren’t sure you’d be able to look him in the face again. “Just… You called your parent by name, instead of Dad. And you said the day you and Cadenza met, so that makes it sound like you haven’t known her since you were born.”

Laurance hummed. “You’re right, I was just curious. Yes, I am adopted. Hayden was Meteli’s Lord before he died, and he took me in.”

You vaguely recalled your mother telling you about Meteli. She had come home from the trip earlier than anticipated with mud caked in her boots and smeared across her nice dress. What a nasty place it was, she said. It was a swamp village, if you remembered correctly.

“Are you from Meteli?” you asked him.

“Not technically, no. I wasn’t born there, and I didn’t live there until I was fourteen, but it’s the only place I’ve felt comfortable calling my first home.” He was quick at braiding, because right after he finished speaking he held out the end of a thin, long braid for you to hold as he continued his work. “I moved around a lot before I was adopted. I don’t think I ever spent more than a year in a single place.”

“That must have been terrible.”

Laurance shrugged, fingering through your hair as he separated another small section. “I got used to it. It never bothered me. Plus, all the ladies and old men at the orphanages weren’t very nice.”

You hummed in understanding, and after that the two of you fell into easy conversation.

You learned that he was Meteli’s former head guard and Phoenix Drop’s former second in command. You had asked what happened to make him former second in command, but he only brushed the question off by saying it was complicated. You didn’t question it further.

It took longer than you would have liked for Laurance to finish braiding your hair, but it was worth it in the end when he finally tied it off and you stood up, finding that he had somehow shortened the tremendous amount of length to fall just above your ankles. This way, it wouldn’t drag across the ground at all.

You smiled at him, tucking flyaways behind your ears and patting down the crown of your head.

“Thank you so much, Laurance. I’m sorry it took so long,” you said.

“It’s not a problem. I’d rather you be comfortable than having to carry it all day.” He returned your smile, standing beside you and gathering the dirty dishes from your breakfast. “We’ll get going, then. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

You nodded, stepping out of the room. You were sure Laurance needed to gather his things and make sure he had everything, so you went on without him and waited in one of the worn chairs. As you were waiting, an older woman with hair that was more gray than its original brown approached you. In her hands, she held a pair of black flats with straps crossed at the ankles.

“Are you the girl staying with the blue eyed gentleman?” she asked you. She was a rather short woman, hardly surpassing your height when you were sitting.

“I am, yes. Is there something wrong?”

The woman shook her head, quietly smacking her lips before talking. “No, no, dear. Nothing’s wrong. My husband just told me last night that he had inquired about shoes for a young lady with long hair. My husband asked me just this morning if we had any spare pairs, and I found these.”

She held out the black flats to you. They were old, the toes of them scuffed up and the ribbons around the ankles clearly hand sewn on. When you looked up at the woman, she nodded at you, urging you to take them.

“Are you sure?” you asked, fingertips brushing against the soles of the shoes. They were smoothed over, and the woman gently placed them in your hands.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she said. “They belonged to my daughter before she passed away, so I don’t have any need for them.”

Her voice had saddened and a glint of nostalgia sparkled in her eyes as she looked you over.

“I am sorry for your loss,” you said quietly, not knowing what else to say. She smiled.

“Thank you for your condolences.” The woman tilted her head forward before crossing her hands behind her back. “You remind me of her. You have the same curiosity.”

You returned her smile. “Thank you. And thank you so much for the shoes. This is such a kind gesture and they’re beautiful.”

“I’m glad to help where it’s needed. Now, you tell that husband of yours to take better care of you, dear. He won’t have a very happy life if he doesn’t.”

“Oh, he’s not-“ You had started to deny her statement, but she had already turned her back and began walking away. You watched her until she disappeared behind a door before softly exhaling. You looked down at the shoes again.

They weren’t the most suitable for walking, and upon further inspection they looked more like dancing shoes than anything. They were well loved and had obviously been used many times, but you didn’t mind. You knelt down and slipped them onto your feet.

They were a tad too big, but you tightened the ribbons around your ankles to keep them secure. It wasn’t long until Laurance joined you downstairs. He shot you a smile before dropping a handful of golden coins into the metal cup at the desk across the room.

When he beckoned you to follow him out, you did, quickly catching up now that you didn’t have to worry about anything cutting your feet or your hair catching on anything.

The day was warm. The pond outside the small in sparkled in the sunlight the same way Laurance’s eyes did. The sight was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

“This is a pretty pond,” you commented. Laurence’s steps slowed, and he looked out at the glassy body of water.

“It is,” he said. Then he smiled. “Have you heard the story of how Lady Irene made bodies of water?”

Your brows furrowed, and you turned your head toward him. “No, I don’t believe I have.”

“It’s a story from a book I used to carry around when I was younger. I never went anywhere without it.” Laurance began walking again, and you easily fell into step behind him.

“Long ago, back when Lady Irene was still a young goddess, the earth had not yet been blessed with marine life,” he began explaining. You smiled at the happy lilt of his voice. It was clear that he was quite fond of this story. “During her time, the world was just a lump of valleys and mountains, not a drop of water in sight. People hadn’t learned to need water to survive at that point. After the war against Shad—which you know about, yes?” He looked to you and you nodded. You were familiar with that story. “After the war against Shad, it’s said that Irene wept for years. She wept so much for the lost lives that she filled the valleys and craters in our world and brought new life.

“I love the way that book told the story. It made it seem like Irene’s grief is something we need, since humans can’t survive without water. It’s almost like . . . A reminder that we need to allow ourselves to feel. Call me crazy, but when I was little drinking water made me feel closer to Lady Irene.” Laurance breathed out a laugh.

You smiled at him. He obviously cared deeply about this, though you couldn’t tell if it was the old book he was fond of or the goddess herself.

You asked Laurance for more stories, and he told you. Every tale had you enamored with his story telling, and it seemed to make the time go by faster. You reached Scaleswind what felt like minutes later, and you were grappling with the fact that you couldn’t hear just one more story.

part two!! enough people liked this story so i decided to make it multiple parts! i hope you guys enjoyed and continue to wait patiently for the next chapter because that’s when y/n will meet everyone :)

also- i’ve decided the events of this fic happen almost immediately after season 2 episode 20, with a couple plot tweaks of course. but just to give a time frame idea that’s where we’re at right now

okay have a good day y’all <3

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[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

Why are men so icky.

Why can’t real men be like my silly blocks with hella lore that makes them hot.

I just be getting men that can’t spell or wanna be gangsters and it makes me wanna rip my eyes from my skull.

I need love letters, flowers, compliments, attention. Not whatever is being given.

[laurancezvhal-strong]

I've just realized that there is no Laurance Zvahl X reader fanfiction on Tumblr and now I must write it myself.

[lady-zhval]

Me Upon playing Minecraft with a friend:

I should get a Parrot and name it Laurance.

This way its sassy and Ocassionaly leaves like the real deal.

[lady-zhval]

If i could just begin to explain how much i miss this dude from Mystreet, Phiniox Drop High and Diaires.🥺🥺

[starhvney]

Hiii, can you write an laurnace x reader about garroth little sister/ Zanes twin who he is dating and the reader is the smart one of the family and because all the ro’Meaves children have there roles she feel like she has to stick to hers or the world with crash/ disappoint her father and she gets a bad grade so Laur comforts her. Please and thank youuuuu

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌: 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: pdh laurance x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: sometimes the greatest cause of anxiety is something you've built up in your head. luckily, your older brother's best friend happens to care enough to remind you that grades aren't everything.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, comfort, garte is not so great at parenting

𝐂𝐖: anxiety and general self-doubt

𝐀/𝐍: as someone who also craves academic validation, this is so real to request. writing this was therapeutic tbh. also hiii sillyteenagegirl ily i hope you're doing good and that you like this :3

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

you have to be perfect.

you have to.

this is something you’ve told yourself since you received your first report card as a young child. in one of those rare occurrences where you were graced with your father’s presence, and after your older brother had gotten enough praises and approving smiles–finally, finally, he turned to you. you remember the look on his face when your tiny hands lifted up your hard work for him to see, and that same proud glint he had in his eyes when he gazed at garroth was directed at you.

somehow, that clicked something in your brain when you were barely half the height you were now. you had to be the smart one. not just the smart one. because your brothers were smart. very rarely did one of them end a semester with a c.

no, you had to be the smartest.

gifted and talented. honor society. a solid 4.0 gpa.

sometimes, you didn’t even have to try to make good grades. you were just smart. it became who you were. who you are. it’s what you’re worth. every time you missed a point on even something small it would chip away at the perfectly polished podium you’d set yourself on. every time you got a good grade the podium grew, leaving you teetering on the top with no escape.

so why?

how is this possible?

you blink, swallowing thickly as you close your eyes. no, it must’ve read ninety-seven… not seventy. it’s too early in the morning and your vision must have blurred.

when you open your eyes, you can feel the blood drain from your face when the numbers seven and zero glare up at you in that damning red ink.

seventy. seventy?!

that was practically a failing grade!

this isn’t right. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

garroth is the one who is good at sports. vylad is artistic. zane is smart. but you’re supposed to be the smartest.

you flex your hand next to the paper, swallowing the lump in your throat. the all-nighters you pulled, the dates you skipped, the tears you shed, and this is all you got from it? all of that was for this? the podium under your feet shifts, and you suddenly feel like you’re about to fall.

you think you hear some collective complaints around the room. maybe you even catch a few curious looks in your direction to see what the “smart kid” got. all of it merely was like fuzz beyond your desk as you froze in place. not even the gentle rustling of your hair from the familiar boy behind you could get you to move.

when the bell rings ten minutes later, you can’t move your legs any faster as you shoot up from your desk, beelining straight out the door and right for the back exit. a few strange looks were thrown your way, but it was all so unimportant at the moment.

cold, biting air hits your face as you step out the doors, and it's then that you realize you’ve begun to cry. your tears feel uncomfortably cold against the wind, prickling against your cheeks. you only make it halfway down the steps towards the bleachers before you sit down, burying your face into your knees.

if zane were here right now you’re not sure if he’d scoff at how sensitive you were being or relate. but he’s not in that class, and he’s not here right now. even if he was, he hadn’t been the most optimistic these past few years. you doubt he could do anything to keep the podium from tipping over.

…your stomach hurts. why do you feel like you’re falling?

the school doors squeak as someone runs outside, joining your lonesome pity party in the lovely december air. they seem in a big rush as the footsteps quickly approach the top of the steps, before halting to a stop. a few seconds and a quiet sigh are all you need to know who it is, so despite your embarrassment, you don’t flinch when someone sits directly next to you.

laurance’s leg presses against the side of yours, his familiar cologne giving a small sense of comfort.

“hey, pretty girl.” his voice softly coos, a hand coming up to wrap around your shoulder. “you are aware that it’s freezing outside, right?”

silence suspends over the two of you for a few seconds. your heart drops when he suddenly removes his arm, but before any outlandish thoughts can enter your brain the thick material of his blazer weighs down on your back, giving you extra shelter from the next gust of cold wind.

your head shoots up as you finally look over at him, frowning when you see his torso only shielded by his uniform shirt.

“no, laurance. you’re gonna get a cold.”

“you will, too,” he states with a sense of finality in his tone. “so obviously i can’t let that happen.”

any thoughts to argue fizzle out when laurance’s eyes drift over your face, his eyebrows knitting tightly together when he sees just how distraught you are. his hand comes up to your cheek, sweeping away the tears from your face as if they’d personally attacked him.

“why is my sweet girlfriend crying out in the cold, hm?” he hums in concern, his eyes drifting down to the crumpled page still lodged between your fingers.

his shoulders drop a hair and he sighs, gently reaching to pull away your fingers from the test and get a look at it himself. plump lips gape open, a proud huff visible in the crisp air.

“…wow. you actually passed-“

“-i did awful.”

laurance blinks at your interruption, before completely crumpling up the paper and tossing it down the bottom of the steps. “who cares?”

you gawk. “i do! my family-“

“your family’s opinion shouldn’t matter enough that you break down at a singular grade. you’re a smart girl.” he leans forward on his elbows, catching your line of sight as he leans closer. “so why do you care so much about this one thing?”

“because that’s who i’m supposed to be.” you blurt. “i’m supposed to make perfect grades and be smart. that’s what i have to do.”

“the only thing you’re supposed to be is yourself,” he scoffs, hands wrapping around your clenched ones. “you do know it’s literally impossible to be perfect right?”

“you are.”

“my grades are much lower than yours, and i’m a much less wealthy boy who was just barely lucky enough to have a good experience out of the foster care system. that doesn’t seem too perfect to me.”

“wh- why would you say…? that’s not-“

“you love me anyways, don’t you? you’d say how amazing i am despite those things? that all of that has nothing to do with what kind of person i am or if i’m likable or not?”

“of course!”

he raises his eyebrows, tilts his head, and fixes a direct look at you. you get his point, but the sting of failure still pricks at your eyes and squeezes your lungs.

“it’s just… i studied so hard, and i still did horrible.”

“oh my. if a seventy is bad for you, you’d pass out from my freshman year report cards.” he scoffs jokingly, before his expression grows to something a little more serious, his voice softening. “you did study hard. i know you did because i was there when you were ripping your hair out by your desk instead of paying attention to me.”

he taps your leg, a quiet call for you to look at him fully. he’s staring up at you through his lashes, a small crease of concern still formed between his eyebrows.

“i know it’s disappointing, love. but compared to the rest of the class, you technically aced that. literally everyone else in there flunked. i mean, i made a forty. i’m not as smart as you but i make a’s… most of the time.” you give him a half smile, and his eyes twinkle as he scoots closer. “but you know what? i’m not worried because i can make it up with our other twenty-billion freaking assignments in that class and still make an a. the teach said he’d probably curve or drop the grade anyways.”

he always knew what to say. but what else are you if not the path you’ve paved for yourself?

“i don’t want to be a disappointment. i don’t want dad to think less of me. or mom, or-”

he fully gawks at your words, before furiously shaking his head like you’d just told him the sky was green.

“woah, woah, woah. what are you saying right now? being smart doesn’t make you lovable or not. who told you that??” he demands, squeezing your hands just a small amount tighter.

“no one… i just… it’s the only way he pays attention to me.” you whisper.

there’s no need for elaboration. laurance shuts his eyes as a wave of annoyance flashes across his features, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek.

“no offense to you, my love, but if garte stops loving you because you made a seventy on one test then he can go to hell-”

“laurance!”

he erupts into giggles, dodging the scolding slap you directed at his arm.

“okay, okay!” he grabs ahold of your hands. you frown at the realization that he’s shivering. “my point is that if your dad really only values you on how well you do in school or if you’re the captain of the baseball team or not, then he’s not someone you should be seeking validation from. that’s the truth. it doesn’t matter if he’s blood-related or not.”

your eyes fall, and he starts to gently rub his thumb across the back of your knuckles.

“you know, i have a pretty great dad who really loves you a lot, actually. not even considering your grades,” he murmurs, the next words leaving his mouth in a quick rush. “...and he can be your father-in-law in the future so you won’t have to worry about any of this pressuring crap garte has put on you and your siblings.”

your eyebrows rise, the blood that had left your face back in the classroom rushing back to your cheeks all at once. “laurance…”

his lips quirk into a smug grin. “just saying.”

“i love you.”

his eyes light up as his grin turns into a full-blown smile. his lithe fingers reach up to pinch your cheek, forcing your head to bobble in place before he leaves a soft kiss against your forehead.

“i love you more. and i would really love it if my girlfriend wasn’t crying out in the cold and making her poor cute face all numb.” he sighs forlornly.

“but you’re colder. because of m-”

“don’t even.” his eyes narrow before his expression shifts again as he bites his lips and bats his eyelashes. suddenly he puffs out his chest, leaning into you dramatically. “i’m perfectly warm with my beautiful girlfriend right next to me. your presence could melt the harshest of snowstorms! oh, my light! my love!”

“stop!” you giggle, cutting off his romantic monologuing.

he smiles, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“i don’t think i can, but i’ll spare you for now,” he presses his cold nose against your cheek, voice ever so soft. “do you want to have dinner and watch a movie at my house?”

you nod, a smile forming on your previously wobbling lips.

“okay, love. it’s a good thing that was our last class, huh? i think my girl needs some well-deserved rest.”

☆

“...did you really make a forty?”

“shhh. not another word.”

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