#laurance zvhal x reader

[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]

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

[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

All my head cannons for aphmau characters.°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Zvahl family. 

Laurence is Italian. 

He’s 5’11

Laurence is a charmer. flowers, dinner dates , stay in dates, anything romantic he gots it. 

He’s very bi and is constantly confused. ( me to laur) 

Laurence was a highlighter kid.

He has really bad Separate anxiety especially from partner. 

He has an iPhone 8 and will keep that thing until he dies or it is dust. I mean like the screen is falling off a little it’s cracked and laggy. 

He can’t do math or tell time on an actual clock. 

He’s dyslexic. ( same same) 

Because he grew up on a farm imma say he’s helped multiple animals give birth. 

Never really had a crush on aphmau he thought he did but he was just jealous that garroth was putting his attention into her and not him. 

Ro’Meave family.

garroth switched rooms with vlyd to have the room the laurances window faces. 

I like to think garrote and Laurence are next door neighbors. 

Non of the ro’Meave children were allowed animals growing up but that didn’t stop Zane from having a pet spider that his parents didn’t find out about until it died but it escaping and garte killing it since he thought a random tarantula just entered there house.( not that he wouldn’t kill it anyways if he knew it was a pet) 

Zenix is one of the ro’mave brothers but he has a different mom and doesn’t live with them. That’s why he hates them sm. ( fuck garte and his cheating ass ) also Zenix looks a lot like garte but he dyes his hair and does makeup to make himself not look it. 

        (That’s also means Zenix is secretly a blonde. ) 

Zianna has forced all the boys to join an activity since they were 3. 

Garroth joined a bunch of different sports but then baseball stuck for him.

Zane joined cooking.

Vylad did cooking, pottery, painting, soccer, ice skating but ultimately he ended up staying in fencing. 

Garroth is the tallest out of everyone and gene is second tallest. 

Garroth 6’2 

Rodriguez family. 

Genes real name is Eugene.

Gene and Dante don’t have the same dad. 

Genes dad was abusive and left when he was 4. 

Dante’s dad died before he was born in the military. 

Gene is super cuddly in his sleep and he often cuddles Zenix in his sleep. 

Sasha has a whole album of them cuddling together. 

Dante and gene have there mothers last name. 

Gene 6’0 

Valkrum family.

Travis is German. ( me to buddy) 

Travis and his dad are best friends and talk about everything together. 

Shalashaska family. 

In Mcd after aphamu I become Irene or got her relic a lot of people were upset with her due to previous prayers unanswered. 

Gelula family. 

Zenix and gene sleep fight due to there childhoods. 

Zenix has a staring problem.

He lives with his mom.

Ashida family. 

So I ignore the nickname Kawaii Chan and just call her nana so that’s how I am referr to her. 

She has 15 siblings. 

10 Boys and 5 girls. 

She's a glass child. 

She a middle child.

So I can't really think of more but maybe ill update if I do but for my last one Imma say Garroth got cadenza a fashion designing job because he’s rich and has friends in high places he just pestered all of them until someone was willing to take a look at her work and actually loved it. 

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

[rouecentric]

SHAWTY. I SEE THAT YOURE OPEN TO WRITING MCD??? bet, sign me up.

please, the idea of laurance talking to a flirty!reader and him getting flustered at the reader’s moves and all that jazz. like the two of them are flirting but its so, comfortable? and then reader brings him out on a date and was like, confessing to him, and he isn’t sure if it’s like a joke or not but it isn’t.

ANYWAY. i totally did not get this idea after flirting with a kaeya ai.. nahh

LAURANCE ZVAHL WITH A FLIRTY!READER .... fluff.

laurance zvahl? being flustered from someone flirting with him? What a joke! ...is what people in phoenix drop would've said if they haven't seen how laurance was after flirting back and forth with you. no, i'm actually being serious, although that man may act bold and sly during a conversation with you, he is genuinely kicking his feet back and forth, giggling about what you said when he's alone after the conversation you two had.

although laurance had been flirted with before, he never really payed attention to that person and would nonchalantly flirt back with them, but you're rather different from the others, he knows you, and he obviously has feelings for you. anything you say to him would have him in a chokehold tbh, you just simply mesmerize him with your compliments and sly comments about him.

okok back to the general aspect, you two are PINING so much to the point that the villagers are praying to Irene that you two get together bc they're so tired of them hearing about you two gush about the other 💀

it's a 50/50 on who'd confess, you two probably confessed to each other at the same time tbh, but ONLY after like 2 seasons or after aphmau adopts malachi ngl.

now,, getting back to the date- I just know that laurance was rambling to garroth while on patrol with him about you asking him out on a date!! garroth was definitely getting tired from hearing laurance talk about you tbh, he's basically the main person laurance goes to so he could gush about you.

in short; laurance is bold when it comes to you, but is basically a schoolgirl who just fell in love with the first time in private pre-dating, and gets downright flabbergasted when you ask him out, like are you fr? like. deadass?

LETTER FROM THE DUKE;

OMG HI POOKIE!! SORRY IF THIS SEEMS OOC THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I WROTE FOR LAURANCE </3 ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, EVEN THOUGH ITS KINDA SHORT!!!!

[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]

[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

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[piancqwrites]

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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."

[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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FANTASTIC FOOD FANTASTIC FOOD ALERT

CINNI. POOKIE DID YOU SEE THOSE NEW HC'S FOR THE BOYS™️???

WHAAAAAAATTTT?

[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]

The Guard at the Window

pairing: fem!reader x Laurance

content: tangled au, variation of Stockholm syndrome, emotional abuse, kind of slow burn for this being a one shot, they actually don't get together, the world of MCD but not canon compliant, not-so-meet-cute, enemies to lovers (?), vague allusions to a difficult past concerning the mother, use of y/n

summary: Being locked in a tower your whole life can put a damper on your mood. But when your knight in shining armor comes to rescue you, do you really want to go with him?

word count: 5.4k (i'm sorry everyone i got carried away)

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It was not a pleasant thing to be locked up in your tower.

Yes, you enjoyed the solitude it provided. You had read numerous history books about the horrible things people did beyond the walls, and your mother had told you in great detail the terrible things that had happened to her before she was blessed with you. She wanted to protect you from the troubles she had endured at your age, and you were content with that.

But you had read other stories. The fictional ones your mother brought you as a reward for taking such wonderful care of your tower while she was away were filled with magic. You were transported to another world when you opened the crisp pages, and you could devour those stories in hours.

Those were the stories that told you about love and its different forms. You had read about brave heroines creating everlasting bonds with the people they led or the animals they befriended. You read about relationships of unconditional trust in terrifying situations, and you had read about families that found each other in their darkest times.

But your favorites, as cliche as it may be, were the ones where two people fell in love.

You loved reading about the feelings that developed and the stolen kisses and the romantic outings. They always had you smiling uncontrollably and kicking your feet when you daydreamed about experiencing the same thing later.

You longed to know what it felt like to fall in love the same way the characters in your stories did. You yearned to feel that same flap of butterfly wings in your stomach and have your knees weak at the small action of a kiss. You found yourself fantasizing about it more often than you liked to admit, imagining how it would go.

Perhaps your mother would find a suitor for you. She would bring him up into your tower when she visited and introduce the two of you. She would tell you that he was a lord of high standing and nobility and he would sweep you off your feet.

Or maybe he would find himself at the base of your tower, where the two of you would raise your voices just to communicate with each other. He would catch you when you jumped out to join him and create a life together.

Or, since your birthday was coming up, it might be possible to ask your mother to take you out. You were no longer a little girl or a teenager and you could defend yourself. Surely she would see no problem and allow you to accompany her on her next trip. You would travel to a village that sold the finest silks and paints and meet him on the street corner.

Your mother had other plans.

"Leave the tower?" She didn't even look at you as she cleaned the apples in her basket, rubbing them with a rag until they reflected the candlelight. "And how would we get back up?"

You softly exhaled through your nose, beginning to run your fingers through your hair and ignoring the subtle throbbing in your head. "We can use the same way you used when you originally brought me here."

Your mother scoffed, turning her head to look at you. Her gaze followed your hands for a moment before you got the hint to stop. She didn't like when you played with your hair. She always said it would cause stress and make you lose it.

"Darling," she began, her voice honeyed, "the way I used to get you up here is now so overgrown it's hardly usable anymore. Besides, I don't even remember where the door is."

When she turned her attention back to the apples and began cutting them up, you rolled your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something, but your mother kept talking, drowning the thoughts you were going to voice.

"It's a dangerous world out there, darling. You wouldn't like it. This meadow around the tower is the only safe haven I've found to protect you, and I refuse to put your safety in jeopardy just because you want to see beyond the walls."

This time, you didn't hide your discontent. You groaned and came up behind your mother, wrapping your arms around her body and resting your chin on her shoulder. She was a bit taller than you, so it was uncomfortable and you had to stand on your tiptoes.

"Please, mother. It's for my birthday."

"Yes, yes, darling. Your twenty-fourth, if I recall correctly." It was your twenty-third. "Quite a large number to celebrate. Oh, my baby's getting old."

She hummed as she reached up and pinched your cheek, her focus hardly faltering as she continued to cut up the fruit in her basket. The action left remnants of the sugared juice on your cheek, and you pulled away to wipe it off with the back of your hand.

"Mother, I'm not a little girl anymore. I can protect myself now."

"My answer is no, Y/n," she snapped. She turned her head once again to face you, and her gaze was so burning it made you feel like the small child you had just claimed you weren't. "Why do you want to go outside anyway? Aren't you happy with the luxuries I bring you every year?"

You didn't answer. Of course you were grateful for the gifts she brought you, you just wanted more. You wanted to experience what everyone else did.

"Y/n," your mother said after you had been quiet for a moment too long. "You're a young lady. You have the capability to respond when someone asks you a question."

You only nodded. Your mother let out an exasperated breath at the lack of an answer.

"See? You can barely answer a simple question. What makes you think you'll be able to survive out there?" She vaguely motioned to the open window before she walked past you, attempting to put an end to the conversation by stepping up the stairs that led to her private bedroom.

But you weren't going to let it stop there. You quickly caught up to her and grabbed her wrist with a gentle hold before she reached the curtain to the room, making her stop in her tracks and turn to you.

"It would just be one day, Mother. I'll stay by you the whole time, I-"

"I said no." Her tone was stern, and when she pulled her hand from your grasp it felt as though an arrow had gone through your heart. "I'm not changing my mind. Now, by the time I come out to make dinner, you attitude will be gone, is that understood?"

"But-"

She raised her brows. Her stare was piercing, searching your eyes for every secret you had.

You pressed your lips together for a moment before nodding.

Your mother didn't say anything else, only pulling the dark curtains to her room back enough for her to walk in. You waited until the thick fabric to stop swaying to lift your hand and push against the curtain, seeing if she would let you in.

Your hand met a barrier. Clearly she didn't want you with her at the moment. You weren't allowed in her room unless she had given you explicit permission.

You sighed, going down the stairs and sitting on your own bed. The wisteria flowers you had placed around the columns had started wilting. Maybe, if she wouldn't let you outside, your mother could at least get you new blooms.

—

Attitude. What attitude was she talking about?

You had laid down in your bed, twisting some of the wisteria leaves from your bed together to form a flower crown while you waited until your mother came back down. When she did, your "attitude" had disappeared, but neither of you spoke. Not even when the two of you sat at the table and ate the potato soup she had made.

Neither of you spoke again until the next morning. You wouldn't have at all if your mother hadn't told you she was leaving again. This time, the trip would be longer and you'd be alone.

You had only nodded in response. You waited by the window, watching as your mother gathered what she would need from the pantries and drawers before tossing your hair out the window. You groaned when she took hold of it, closing your hands around the strands near your scalp in an attempt to lessen the pull.

When she finally gave your hair one last tug, you nearly stumbled. You righted yourself before you fell, though, and stood at the window until your mother disappeared behind the veil of leaves that kept you hidden.

She was gone now, leaving you with absolutely nothing to do for hours on end.

Yes, you enjoyed the solitude your tower provided, but sometimes you wished there was someone to keep you company.

—

You heard the harsh grinding of stone against iron while you were seated at the table, mending a pair of slippers that had recently torn along the seams. The sound made you pause. You waited a moment to make sure you weren't going crazy.

When you heard it again, you immediately dropped the material in your hands and lunged for the cupboard. You grabbed a knife and darted across the room, throwing open the door to your wardrobe and pushing your blouses and skirts aside to hide among them. You spent longer than you wanted trying to stuff your hair in the spaces beside you, and you're sure a small amount of it got stuck beneath the doors. You left it open just a crack so you could see out of it.

He grunted as he lifted himself onto the windowsill, muttering a curse when he kicked his leg over the edge and stumbled into the room without grace. He stood up and looked around, his gaze faltering when he caught sight of the wardrobe. He started at it for a moment—a long moment where you thought he would stride right up to you and open the door, but he didn't.

When he turned his head away, you looked at him. His disheveled hair was light brown, parted down the middle. He was wearing gray pants and a blue overcoat. A leather bag wrapped tightly around his body, and a scabbard was secured around his waist, his hand never leaving the hilt of his sword.

The only thought that crossed your mind was that you would have to be sneaky to gain any kind of advantage over him, and when he took tentative steps past the wardrobe, further into the tower, you slowly pushed open the door and stepped out.

Your footsteps were quiet. You approached him slowly, making sure you didn't make any sound. You held the knife in front of you, both hands on the hilt, and aimed it at him.

Go fast and just get it over with, you told yourself, but something was making you hesitate. This was wrong. This was wrong, but he was trespassing. If something happened to you because you couldn't protect yourself . . . Dear, your mother would be enraged. She would never let you leave.

This was your one chance to prove you could protect yourself.

You stepped closer. Closer and closer until you were in such close proximity that you felt the need to hold your breath.

Just as you reached the point where you could jab out your arm and stab him, you paused. You tried to keep your breaths light and unheard, but your heart was pounding. You could feel it fighting against your rib cage, burning to jump out of your chest.

Your hesitance made you the victim. In one swift move, the man in front of you drew his sword and lunged back. In the same movement, he had successfully disarmed you, your kitchen knife now thrown across the room.

You froze, your hands lifted by your side in what you think is meant to be a defensive pose. Or the beginnings of running away. You aren't sure, since you couldn't think clearly because of the sword pointed at you.

The man looked you up and down, raising his eyebrows when he noticed your bare feet and the bandages wrapped around your fingertips (the result of accidentally stabbing yourself with a needle one too many times). His stance relaxed, but he kept his sword aimed at you.

"Who are you?" he asked. His voice was smooth, and if the circumstances were different you might have swooned from the sound alone.

You were silent, opening and closing your mouth like a fish as you fought to articulate the words you wanted to say. You must have looked like an idiot, wearing an untucked blouse and skirt that had clearly seen better days.

"I- Who are you?" you asked instead. Your voice was quieter than you would have liked. You tried clearing your throat discreetly before saying it louder, but it came out as a cough instead.

You decided not to repeat your question. You didn't want to embarrass yourself more than you already had.

The man was quiet. His gaze traveled over you again, this time lingering on the copious amounts of hair that trailed behind you. His eyes followed it for a moment before snapping back to your face.

He sheathed his sword and stood straighter, though that did nothing to quell your fears of being sliced to pieces.

"My name is Laurance Zvahl." He bowed, which surprised you. You knew that bowing was the typical show of gratitude or courtesy for someone of high standing, but you were just a girl in a tower. "I'm second in command of the guard in Phoenix Drop."

Your brows furrowed as he straightened. Phoenix Drop? It was a town your mother had visited years ago. The only thing she said when she returned from her stay was, "It was nothing special. Just a small, underdeveloped town run by a pacifist."

But . . . Phoenix Drop was so far. What was their second in command doing here?

"May I ask what your name is?" he asked when you had been silent for too long. He crossed your arms, and you figured he must not have pinned you as a threat if he was being this nonchalant about everything.

Which, you weren't a threat, but his comfort in your home unnerved you.

"Y/n," you replied.

Laurance smiled kindly. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

Your eyes slightly widened. You can't say for sure if you blushed, but you knew from the way his smile widened that you weren't doing a very good job of hiding how flustered the single compliment made you.

You cleared your throat again. "Why are you here?"

"Ah." Laurance glanced around as he spoke. "Well, a few guards and I were accompanying our Lord on a trip. Unfortunately, we got separated in the forest and I ended up here. I assumed this tower was vacant since there was so much overgrowth outside, but"—he motions to you—"it clearly wasn't."

You nodded. People got lost in the forest surrounding your tower all the time, but none had ever entered the small circle of rocks that surrounded you. They had tried, but a barrier your mother had set up around it prevented them from getting father.

So how did he get in?

You knew that sometimes your mother's magic faltered, especially if she was far away, but she had redone the spells surrounding you just last week. They should have been stronger, if anything.

Laurance, taking note of your silence, continued talking. "I saw the tip over the rocks and assumed it was hollow. I suppose my guess was rewarded, since I now get to spend a few moments with someone as pretty as you."

He smiled again, and you found yourself relaxing ever so slightly. He hadn't moved to draw his sword again or make any physical advances on you, and you found your mind easing in your presence.

Your mother had always warned you of people like him—of people that seemed easy to trust and talk to. They were the most deceptive. They were the ones that would shatter your entire being with one lie.

You put her warnings in the back of your mind. It couldn't have been possible for someone with such sincere eyes to be a cheat, right?

"There's magicks around this tower," you said. You tried keeping your voice flat. "You shouldn't have been able to see anything, let alone get in."

Laurance's brows furrowed. "Really? Well, it must not be very strong. I didn't pick up on any traces of magic when I came in."

You huffed, any earlier ease you had felt now gone. "There is a barrier surrounding this tower and the rocks around it. My mother is the best witch in Ru'aun. Her magic essence comes from a line of witches so potent and known that armies have fallen at the feeling of it. Her magic doesn't falter for deities, much less a non-magicks user like you."

Your mother had told you stories about your ancestors. She often spoke about how they fought by Lady Irene's side and protected her from Shad the Destroyer. You knew your mother had powerful magicks. She had shown you the extent of her abilities herself.

Laurance's eyebrows raised again. He showed a lot of facial expressions, you noticed.

"Right. Well, I'm here, so maybe your mother's magic just ran out." He shrugged, the charming smile that painted his lips widening.

"Magic doesn't just run out-"

"Then it wore off, or something. Listen, I don't know a lot about magic or witches or . . . anything else like that." Laurance shrugged. You huffed, crossing your arms.

Incompetent little b-

"So, you just stay up here?" Laurance's stare was on your hair again, following the long locks until he reached the pile of hidden strands still in your wardrobe. He walked up to you and you stiffened, but he walked past you to trail your hair instead.

"Obviously," you snapped, as if it were common knowledge that you did. Your mother's words rang in your head. "There would be no way back up if I left."

Laurance hummed. You started running your hands through your hair as he approached the wardrobe, opening the door wider and allowing the pile of hair inside to slide out. "You got a lot of hair," he stated.

You tugged your hair closer to your body, though the action did nothing to move it further from Laurance. "How else is my mother supposed to get up here?"

Laurance lifted his head to face you, his brows raised. "Your mother climbs your hair to get up here?" You nodded. "That doesn't . . . It doesn't hurt?"

"Well, yeah. But I've gotten used to it. It doesn't hurt now as much as it did when I was little."

"People climbing your hair is a regular occurrence?"

You let out an exasperated breath. Who was this guy in thinking he could ask so many questions. "My mother's the only one."

"And you've never left this tower?"

You shook your head.

Laurance let out a low whistle.

You pressed your lips together. You knew he was judging not only your mother, but your lifestyle. Sure, it might not have been the most accepted method of protection, but up until today it had worked. You had been content to be alone in your tower your entire life. You had to be. Who was he to think he could just climb the walls and criticize the way you lived?

Laurance was looking out the window he had come in from. You opened your mouth to snap back, but Laurance started talking before you could.

"Ever consider leaving?"

His question caught you off guard. You started at him gobsmacked for a moment—as if he had just admitted a heinous secret to you—before your mind cleared enough for you to formulate an answer.

"I-I do. Yes." You paused, choosing your words. "But I'm content up here."

Laurance's lips curved into another charming smile. It practically lit up the room, and you found yourself easing once again at the sight of it.

"So you do? Do you even get fresh air up here? Have you ever felt the sun on your skin?"

You huffed. "Of course I have. That window allows me to receive what nature provides."

"But you've never really experienced any of it, have you? You've never laid out in the sun or ran in a field or-or talked to someone that isn't your mother, have you?"

You crossed your arms and looked away. "I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?"

Laurance exhaled. "That's not what I mean. I mean you don't have any friends, or acquaintances, or anyone to talk to at all. You don't get lonely up here?"

You rolled his words over in your head but didn't say anything. You refused to admit he was right. You did get lonely, and you did want to leave your tower even if it was for one day. But your mother wouldn't allow it.

Laurance's expression softened as he realized how sheltered you actually were. He looked around the tower again, taking in the hand painted details and the homemade candles and the stacks of books against the walls. He couldn't imagine living like this—stuck in an inescapable tower with nothing to do for days, years on end. No socialization, no friends, not even an animal of some kind for you to interact with.

"Alright, so clearly your mom's got a little something going on in her head." The words had you snapping your head in his direction as Laurance pointed his finger and moved it in a small circle. Your nose scrunched and you uncrossed your arms, moving to hit him, shove him, something, while you said a few choice words, but Laurance stuck his hand out and held onto your shoulder, keeping you an arm's length away. "But this is genuinely insane." He vaguely motioned to the room. "No one keeps their kid locked in a place like this. Not if they truly love them."

You huffed again, trying to push yourself forward to smack him, but his grip on your shoulder only tightened. It was clear he wasn't going to let you move.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" you yelled. "You don't know what my mother's been through or what she's trying to protect me from."

"Do you even know what she's protecting you from? Because the defenses you claim are surrounding this tower sound like battle tactics. Nothing poses that much of a threat to a place like this."

“People like you do,” you bit back. “My mother’s always warning me about you. The handsome, charming ones that can obviously get girls to smile with every word they say. She says people like you will turn their backs on those they claim to love without a second thought.”

Laurance exhaled. “Okay, so your mother met one bad person that broke her trust and ruined her life. That’s no reason to lock your daughter up forever. Not everyone is like that.”

“Well the good ones are so sparse and hard to find that there isn’t even a point in trying.”

“How would you even know that? You-” Laurance groaned, cutting himself off and taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “Listen, this is insane.” Laurance threw his arms out, motioning to the tower. “No one locks people up like this to protect them. You can’t tell me you seriously want to stay up here for the rest of your life, can you?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms again. “Obviously I don’t, but my mother knows best. If she says that staying up here will keep me safe and away from the people she seems unworthy, then I will stay up here.”

Laurance blew out a breath. He ran a hand through his hair and began pacing for a moment.

“Alright, listen. I know this is crazy, but you clearly don’t. And I now know that you don’t want to stay here forever. So how about this—I get you out of here. You can experience the world for just a little bit, see how people interact, see how life is supposed to be, and then you can decide if your mother truly knows what’s best for you.”

You pursed your lips. His offer was enticing. You had just spoken to your mother about this and refused you. You knew you shouldn’t go with him. Laurance was a stranger you just met. He could be a serial killer for all you knew.

But there was something in his eyes. His gorgeous blue eyes that resembled celestite held something akin to worry. He wanted you to leave, and you realized it wasn’t so he could fulfill whatever sick fantasy he might have had.

He was kind, you could tell that much. He couldn’t seem to handle the thought of anyone stuck in the same situation as you, and he wanted to help you. He needed to help you get out of this tower, even if it was only for a couple days.

You huffed. “How do you propose both of us get out of here?”

Despite himself, a faint smile graced Laurance’s features. “We could get out the way I came in.”

Laurance reached into his bag and pulled out four arrows. You found it odd, since he had no bow on him. He must have found them somewhere.

You looked down at the arrows, your gaze flicking between them and Laurance’s eyes.

“I’m not using those,” you plainly stated.

“Then use your hair. I’m sure you can double it up or something and slide down it. I’ll catch you when you reach the bottom.”

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip to hide a smile.

Nothing else was said. You watched as Laurance sauntered back to the window and kicked his legs over the edge. You stayed standing in your spot, wondering if you should really do this.

Your mother would be gone for weeks. You could afford to spend some time out. But what if something happened to you? You could be kidnapped or killed or worse.

When the top of Laurance’s head disappeared, you took that as your sign to stay behind. If he was out of sight then the whole thing was out of mind. You would never have to tell your mother about this, and maybe one day she would take you out herself.

You were just about to turn and continue mending your slipper’s when you heard his voice.

“You comin’?” he called out. You paused again. Against your better judgment, you walked to the window and peered over the edge.

Laurance wasn’t that far down the tower. He was looking down at where he placed his feet so he didn’t slip.

You looked past him, to the grassy field of flowers below him. You watched a rabbit scurry across your line of vision before it disappeared into a hole beneath a tree before taking a deep breath.

Okay, so maybe out of sight out of mind wasn’t going to work for you. That was alright. It would be just fine if you left with this man you just met, right?

Oh Divines.

You took another deep breath before tossing your hair out the window and winding it around the hook. How does this work? Do you just grab it and then scale down the tower? Do you slide down the hair? What if you got stuck?

You reached out and grabbed ahold on your hair. You tugged on it experimentally, knowing it would hurt your head more than usual since you wouldn’t be able to tug it back toward your scalp.

You slowly inhaled and exhaled again before doing the same as Laurance and kicking your feet over the windowsill.

One deep breath at a time, you gathered the courage to let yourself fall ever so slightly, yelping when you moved farther down than you intended. Your heart jumped to your throat, and it took you another moment to gather yourself and continue.

Laurance had already made it to the bottom. He now stared up at you, poised to move if your slipped and fell. He would catch you, you trusted that much.

It didn’t quell your nerves. It took another minute of deep breaths and closing your eyes before you readjusted yourself and your foot met the warm stone of your tower. You slowly moved down, grunting with the effort of quite literally holding yourself up by the head.

Laurance’s voice talked you through it as you reached closer and closer to the bottom. Your arms felt as though they would give out and your head was pounding. You thought you had good footing on the tower, but the stone was loose. It crumbled beneath your foot as you loosened your hold on your hair to move down and you went tumbling with it.

You let out a scream as you fell, though it was short lived. Laurance was beneath you in an instant, catching you in a mess of bundled fabric and tangled hair. The placement of his hands wasn’t the most appropriate, with one hand just a hair away from groping your chest and the other holding a firm grip on your hip, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to chastise him as you took a second to gather yourself again.

You gently pushed him away when your mind cleared. He set you onto your feet without complaint and waited until your breathing evened out to say anything.

When you finally looked up at him, he smiled.

“Look behind you,” he said. You did so, craning your neck up to see the window of your tower left wide open. It was much taller than you expected, and you had to turn your whole body and take a few steps back to take it all in. “You’re free. For a couple days at least.”

You didn’t let thoughts of how your mother would punish you if she found out plague you. Nor did you let yourself think about the impossible task of getting back up into the tower. You refused to fathom every terrible thing that could happen to you because you were free, albeit for a short period of time.

Your face broke into a wide smile. You tore your gaze from your tower and looked around. You had only ever seen the meadow from an aerial view. You never would have thought that it looked so beautiful seeing everything from where you stood now.

You let out a breath of disbelief, laughing as you knelt in the grass and ran your hands through the soft blades.

How did you live your entire life without this?

You didn’t comment at the sound of Laurance’s footsteps behind you. You just relished in the sound his boots made against the gravel and dirt, an odd sound to love but one you never think you’ll tire of hearing.

You look up at him, bright smile and all.

“What?” you asked, noticing his expression. It seemed content. There was the faintest of smiles on his lips and his eyes were sparkling like the water in the creek across the field.

Laurance shook his head. “Nothing. Just glad I could help.”

If it was possible, your smile would have widened. You pushed yourself back to your feet, rubbing your scalp to loosen the tension as you looked around again.

“So where are we going?” you asked.

“Well, I need to find my lord and the other guards I accompanied,” Laurance said. You turned to him, still running your hands through your hair. “You’re free to join me, if you’d like, or we can go our separate ways. The choice is yours, beautiful.”

That time, you allowed yourself to soften your smile as you gazed at him. “I think I will.”

Looking at him now, with the sun shining against his hair and reflecting off his eyes like they were the rarest crystals, you thought he was handsome. Unbearably so. The corners of his eyes turned up and his face looked as though it would fit in your hands perfectly. His nose had a prominent bump on the bridge that he might have been conscious of at one point, but it now suited him.

You shook yourself of those thoughts, but as you trailed behind him, following him out of the solitude you had known your whole life, you couldn’t help but think that this was the start of your love story.

was this accurate to his character? maybe. i’m not sure since i’m still getting back into the fandom but I hope y’all enjoyed 💙

will this have a part 2? maybe. if y’all want one then let me know. either way i’m probably gonna write a part two but for now it will remain a one shot

[laurancezvhal-strong]

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

[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.

[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.🥺🥺