#laurent leclaire x y/n

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𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 — 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄

-> OCT. 21 : MASTURBATION

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. Period accurate vocabulary(ish), exhibitionism, light teasing, making of Victorian-era porn

WC: 1048

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Standing before the easel, you brush your fingers over the clean, crisp, textured material of the canvas you plan to work with. It’s set up just perfect, the top settled just below your nose so you can glance over it at your subject.

You take your time, setting out the paints you may need and squirting out the primary colours you needed onto your palette. Casting your eye over the scene you plan to transfer to the canvas, you mix these colours together carefully, wanting to capture its beauty and all its glory.

When all set up and comfortable, you nod to yourself, casting your eyes over the canvas and catching the poor man’s attention with a smile.

“You may begin,” you say, taking up your paintbrush and beginning to set about ‘sketching’ the basic shape of your lover's body thrown over the sofa. He’s naked, head balanced on the plush velvet of the armrest with his cock in his hand.

“You are filthy,” he muses, his hand slowly, delicately brushing up and down the length of his cock. He’s taking his time, giving you the time you need to establish the basis of your painting.

“I am not,” you insist calmly, eyes flitting between the canvas and your lover’s body, “I simply wish to be able to remember how handsome you look this way. It’s not to be shared with anyone.”

“Perhaps you should,” he murmurs, almost lazily as his thumb sweeps over the reddened tip of his swollen cock, “You think me not deserving enough of my place in the Louvre?”

“Of course I do,” you smirk to yourself, loving how Laurent shared your debauchery. It forever kept your relationship exciting, kept the two of you utterly besotted with each other “But I happen to not want to share. Some things are too beautiful not to have as wholly yours.”

Your fingers work deftly to establish a basic shape of the scene before you, carefree and not deliberate with the strokes of the camel-hair brush. The details and concentration would come later.

“You worry that women would become utterly besotted with me?” His voice hitches slightly as he slowly pushes his hips up into his palm.

“That’s less of a concern of mine than the worry they would chase us out of France, my love,” you muse, giving him a look over the top of the canvas. From where he sits, you know he can only see your eyes.

“My love, don’t look at me like that,” he murmurs, words catching ever so slightly in his throat, the strain in his voice ever so slight, “You won’t have time to finish the sketch-“

“You’d be surprised, Laurent,” You admit, enjoying the slick, wet sound of his palm teasing his cock. You wanted to capture it, that need he felt for you. Immortalise it in a painting only for the two of you. It’s true, the both of you could be forced into exile for such a scandalous piece of art, but that was part of the fun, was it not?

The soft grunts of exhertion from Laurent trying so hard to maintain somewhat still in order for you to establish a sketch while also battling the need to fuck his hand incessantly made you hot under the collar of your dress. He looked so needy, eyes rolling back and teeth sinking into the soft plush of his lower lip as he teased himself just for you to capture.

“So handsome, Laurent,” you praise him, only for his hips to stutter slightly. He looks to you with a needy gaze, breath laboured now.

“Darling, you really are not helping me maintain-“

“I don’t need you to,” you admit, glancing over the easel to him once more with that heavy-lidded, siren-like gaze you know he adored, “I just need you to feel good.”

The confirmation of what you want from Laurent appear to ease his concern, as he begins to rub his cock in earnest. His fingers tight around the shaft, his back arches slightly as beads of precum slip down the length of him.

“Hnng… Fuck, darling you have no idea how you drive me mad,” he laughs weakly, the crown of his head pushing into the plush of the velvet sofa. His chest expands and deflates heavily now, dick twitching in his hand.

“In the best way, I should hope,” you tease him, listening to him laugh again only for it to devolve into a needy moan.

“Don’t make me come over there and fuck you,” he speaks crudely, knowing well that you enjoyed when he ran his mouth like this.

“Why, that would defeat the purpose of the painting, wouldn’t it?” You grin from ear to ear, listening to him moan out your name as he abandons all hope of staying still for you. His hips are jolting up into his fist, fucking his palm so needily now as if he had spent a lifetime without you. It’s desperate, heavy, crude.

You watch him, paintbrush and palette in hand momentarily forgotten as you witness him keen for you, the veins in his neck protruding and the sweat gathering on his temples and brow. He’s so beautiful, cheekbones and the bridge of his nose flushed with need as he struggles, eyelashes fluttering and lips shaping around a long, loud moan.

“Oh God-“ he choked out, his movements suddenly quickening. Laurent is desperate, his breaths so heavy now that his whole body shakes with each exhale as his cock twitches in his palm. “Oh-“

Ropes of cum paint his soft stomach as his body trembles, his fist still working his cock as he cums heavily. It’s more beautiful than anything ever captured in the Louvre, far too stunning for just anyone to see.

After a moment, the sound of Laurent’s heavy breaths ricocheting off the walls die down, his eyes closed as his body slumps into the pillows of the couch.

“I need you to do it again,” you whisper.

“I- Pardon?” Laurent looks over at you with wide eyes, hand still clutching his softening cock.

“I need you to do it again,” you repeat, the sly smile painted on your lips hidden only by the top of the canvas, “I missed it.”

“Oh, you sly dog-“

END

@in-for-a-pennyx @hoeneey @howaboutcastiel @markywithissues @welcometostayingawake @inklore @foxilayde @syrma-sensei @ethanhoewke

[ninebluehearts]

hi! could you please do “You look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck” and "get on your hands and knees, right now" prompts with Laurent?💖

Omg- I sure can! I'm so sorry this took me forever to write- instead of telling everyone what went wrong and why I haven't been active lately, I'll just tell you this.

I gave myself bangs.

Again. 😀👍

Taglist: @ethanhoewke and @giona45-5 (figured you'd wanna be tagged in works involving your hubby 😉💕)

You stood in front of your full sized mirror holding two necklaces; one in each hand. You held them up to your neck one at a time to figure out which one matched your dress the best. Laurent had insisted on taking you out for a night on the town tonight and you wanted to look your best.

A small knock sounded from the door before it slowly pushed open. "Y/n? Are you dressed yet?" Laurent walked in, but kept his eyes squeezed shut, dramatically waving his arm around so he didn't run into anything, even though he knew every room in the house like the back of his hand.

You looked at him in the mirror and shook your head, a wide grin spread across your face. "Jesus Christ Laurent, will you please open your eyes and help me pick a necklace?"

Laurent chuckled as he shut the door behind himself. "Just being a gentleman." He walked over and gently snaked his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. "What are my options?"

"Well, I have this silver one, which would go well with the blue flowers on my dress. But I also have this gold one, which would go well with the pink flowers."

But as you continued to hold up each of your necklaces and go on about how either of them would match your dress, Laurent slowly slipped his hand up the front of your dress, humming along to your words as he began to press kisses to the softest parts of your neck.

"But I think that the silver one-" You froze as Laurent's hand wrapped around your throat, his eyes focused on you as he watched from the mirror. "What are you doing?" You released a quiet gasp as he gently squeezed your throat, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Mon chérie, you look so good with my hand wrapped around your neck.." Laurent pushed your head to the side with his finger against your jaw, leaning down to press a passionate kiss to your lips. He continued a rhythm in which he would squeeze your neck for a few moments, then release when it began to be too much. He somehow always knew when it started to become unbearable.

You pulled away to catch your breath, both from his kiss and from his hand. "Where did all of this come from?" You said with a nervous laugh, your hand pressed against your chest in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

"I don't know, honestly. You just look so good in that dress.. Are you okay? Did you like that?"

You looked at him through the mirror with a smirk. "I think loved it."

Laurent bit his lip, thinking of a way to respond. "Fuck it." He reached out and grabbed your arm, spinning you around before pulling you into another fervent kiss.

When you pulled away to catch your breath once again, Laurent moved his lips down to your neck instead, wanting to be as close as possible. "Fuck, baby, I need you so bad." You mumbled, your fingers knotting themselves into his raven hair.

Laurent picked you up and walked over to the bed in three long strides, dropping you onto the mattress. You stared up at him in shock, watching the quick rise and fall of his chest as soft pants escaped his lips. "Get on your hands and knees. Right now."

Your eyes widened as he unbuttoned his shirt, never once taking his eyes off of you. "Do we have time?"

Laurent leaned forward and kissed your forehead, gently shaking his head. "Not tonight, my love. But I promise we can try again tomorrow."

You slowly nodded, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips, trying to keep things slow and gentle this time. "I love you." You whispered once he pulled away again, keeping his face less than an inch away from yours.

Laurent reached down and grabbed your hand, pressing a kiss to the back. "I love you too, mon chérie."

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My You-niverse: Laurent LeClaire

Fandom: Oscar Isaac

Pairing: Laurent LeClaire x F!Reader

Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.

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The man, face similar to your husband's, thick, brown wavy locks, looks at you with concerned brown eyes.

You look down to see yourself now downing some...really old looking clothing. 19th century, perhaps? Since when did America's powers now come with a wardrobe change?

"Mademoiselle, are you alright?" he lends out a hand towards you.

You reach for his hand and wince. You look down to see a dark red stain on your sleeve.

America rushed to your side, also wearing a 19th century dress. She presses a hand to your arm and you wince. She then looks up at your husband's doppleganger, "She needs help!"

The man immediately rushes to help you stand, an arm wrapping around you to hold you up, "We must move, quickly."

You nod, trying to keep up with his hurried pace, "What are your names?"

"America," your young friend answers, "and this is Y/N."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

You can't help but scoff, "Are you this charming to every woman?"

"Only the ones that come falling out of nowhere from a strange light," he peers at you with a smirk.

America hurries her pace, "Yeah, we'd appreciate it if you actually don't tell anyone about that?"

"Are you witches of some sort? Devil worshippers?" he gives a scrutinizing gaze to America.

You grunt an answer, "No. We don't know what happened. One moment, some men were chasing us, the next we're here. We're just as confused as you are." you give a look to America, letting her know that that's the story you two are going with.

She nods, "That's right."

The man appears a bit unconvinced, but says, "Alright."

"You know our names, what's yours?" you ask and the man leads you to a village.

"Laurent. Laurent LeClaire."

"And what do you do Laurent?"

"I'm a painter." You can't help but scoff at his answer and he cocks a brow at you, "Something amusing?"

You shake your head, "You just remind me of someone."

"Your husband?" Laurent asks. You open your mouth to question him but he gestures to your hand, "Your wedding ring."

You don't say anything else. The three of you remain in silence until you're led into a small hospital. They allow America to go with you, but Laurent stays behind.

"Thank you for your help, Laurent."

He gives a silent nod to you and then America before you're ushered back to get your arm looked at.

______________

After a nurse cleans and wraps up your arm, you're left alone with America.

She's awkwardly rocking in the bed beside yours, "Soooo...do you think we're just going to keep running into Marc's dopplegangers?"

You snort, "I'm not the one with portal powers. Also, since when did your powers come with wardrobe changes?"

The young Avenger held up her hands, "Hey, I'm just as surprised as you are. That's never happened before." then she gasped, "Do you think I'll eventually be able do those badass costume like Thor?!"

You snort, "Guess you'll have to keep training and see."

The doctor, an old man, approached you two, "Alright, mademoiselle," he says looking at you, "as long as you keep your wound clean and change the bandages every few hours, you should be well on your way to complete health."

"Thank you, doctor," you say to the old man, standing and giving him a grateful smile. You then nod to America to follow you and you two are exiting the building.

"Y/N!" you hear a call of your name and see Laurent walking towards you.

You look at him with surprise, "Laurent! You're still here?"

He softly smiles and you see the look your husband would give you when it was just the two of you, "Yes, I just wanted to make sure everything went well."

"She'll recover," America intrudes, "She's strong so.."

"That's good to hear." he responds. The two of you continue to look at each other, leaving your young companion feeling a bit awkward.

"Sooooo I think we should go now, Y/N."

You take a step back from Laurent, "Of course. We need to find our way back home." You go to turn, but a hand catches your arm.

"It's getting dark," Laurent says, pointing to the sky, "Two ladies such as yourselves shouldn't be wandering. Who knows, you might run into the men who attacked you again. You need rest."

You shake your head, "We don't-"

"You can stay the night at my home." Laurent offers a solution with a smile, "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you two. The inns are dodgy and can be unsafe."

"I suppose we can rest for the night...?" you reply with also a questioning gaze to America. She gives you a look as if what you're saying is the most ridiculous thing in the world. The look you give back to her silently asks, 'What choice do we have?'. She sighs and then you look back to Laurent with a smile, "We'll take you up on that offer, Laurent, thank you."

"Wonderful," he holds out his arms to you and America, "Shall we?"

He leads you to his small home a short distance away from the main streets of the village.

At his home, Laurent treats you and America to a small meal. Nothing fancy, but just something to fill your bellies enough to be satisfied. He then led you and America to his bedroom where you two will be sharing a bed.

You look at him with concern, "Where will you sleep?"

"Don't worry about me. I will make do."

"Laurent-"

"Sssshhh," he presses a finger to your lips and your breathing stills. He's close. His skin touching yours. Your body suddenly feels on fire. You see your husband, your Marc. You see his eyes, the intensity and playfulness, the mischief, the...slimmer of darkness.

With a gulp, he steps back and nods to America and then you, "Goodnight, ladies." He promptly leaves the room and you don't take a breath until the door shuts.

America plops onto the mattress, "Not gonna lie, that was a little uncomfortable to watch."

You roll your eyes, "Let's just go to bed."

Eventually, you and America are laying beside each other. America is out like a light, but you...you're still awake. Your thoughts mull over the recent events. Marc, the whole Blue Jones thing, and now Laurent. You knew, from what America's told you, that various universes exist. This means there are different versions of you, America, and Marc.

As you and America try to get back home, would you be encountering a different version of Marc every time?

These thoughts plague you, the endless possibilities, the desire to see your husband, hoping to get back home soon.

You've become restless. You're tossing and turning in the bed that smells like Marc's doppleganger. His face, the way he looked at you, plagues your mind.

Eventually, you're out of bed and stepping out of the room with a sheet wrapped around you.

You make your way to the living room where you see Laurent is still up. He's standing by the fire, painting on an easel.

He looks up and sees you, "You're still awake."

"So are you," you point out, holding the sheet tight against you for warmth.

"What ails you?" he asks as he continues to paint.

"It's been a very eventful day and I can't seem to ease my mind."

"We share the same ailments I see." he's concentrated on his task at hand. So much so that his brows are furrowed and you're reminded of Marc again. You sigh and begin to fiddle with your ring.

"Tell me about him," Laurent speaks again. When you look up, he clarifies, "Your husband. Tell me about him."

You set yourself on a cushion beside the fireplace. You stare at the dancing orange and yellow hues, "His name is Marc. He's...stubborn, a little selfish, but also brave and caring. He's brash, but also gentle. He's funny and annoying. When he upsets me, he always goes out and comes home with my favorite flowers and sweets. He's the love of my life." You then turn to look up at Laurent, "Do you have someone?"

He shakes his head, "No. Many say I'm married to my paintbrush though. I spend so much time with it."

You smile up at him, "I'm sure you'll find that person you're meant to be with."

He hums in response and you don't necessarily know if it's in agreement or not.

You move off the cushion you were sitting on, now using it to rest your head on as you lay on your side. You continue watching the fireplace until your eyes flutter close.

...

"Wake up, sweetheart."

You groan and your eyes open. Your vision still blurry but you see a figure standing over you.

"Wake up, honey, come on."

"Marc?" you rasp out and rub the sleep away from your eyes.

As your vision clears, you see another version of Marc standing there. However, he's bald and is donning glasses and a thick beard.

He cocks a brow at you, "Who the fuck is Marc?"

You sit up and realize you're sitting at a desk. A paper sticks to your cheek and you pull it away. You skim through it and see "Nathan Bateman" and "Blue Book".

"Nathan-"

"Listen, sweetheart, I don't pay you to sleep all day. You were supposed to transcribe these for me and because you fell asleep, it's setting me back by a day. Wake the fuck up."

You watch as Nathan waltzes out of the room and you're left shocked and jaw to the floor. This universe's version of your husband is a fucking dick!

[cosplayproblemsposts]

Give me an answer

It was a scandal from the very beginning, you caught his eye but you saw him as an experiment leading to your fallout.

Warning: Angst, a user(reader), and an affair.

Male character x Male reader

In the endless line of History, people would say and write how you rise from the Caribbean and paved your way to France along with your aligned affair.

Alice Hart your wife and mother of Hunter and Nicolas L/N ran alongside your two little boys. "HEY SLOW DOWN!" you call as the three dash to the stone steps of the entrance of your brand new home in the countryside of France.

Historians can only describe Alice Hart as stuck in the clouds who dreamt of a happy family but she wore her heart on her sleeves. She had to be one of the most graceful and one of America's greatest ballerinas...only if she saw through Y/N L/N lies then maybe it would have been different.

Books and documentaries have to describe Y/N L/N as the snake of it all and instigator of his own fate. Y/N had an affair with a fellow man who became his experiment and soon-to-be murderer in two years.

1866 April your wife and you were invited to a little game night by Madame Raquin "Isn't it a little far?" Alice sighs. "I know but I thought it'll be nice to spend some time alone and I MEAN alone" she chimes her way to unconvinced Y/N. "The boys would be taken care of by our lovely little nanny while we explore Pairs" she hums and pecks your lips "How does that sound?" you grin "Fine, we'll explore and win" Alice giggles "See, now bedtime".

The two arrived two days early "This apartment is not so bad...oh look one bed!" you frown a little "Don't we already sleep in one singularly bed TOGETHER". Alice huffs "Your killing the magic" she points a stern finger at you "Okay I'll play along...oh my one bed" you throw your hands up in sarcastic amazement.

There you stood in this little painting studio?..." I feel sad for the painter who's stuck here" you whisper to Alice who playful smacks your clothed chest. "Laurent, I'm sorry for the last-minute notice" Madame approaches a man who looks to be around your age "Oh, Laurent these are the L/N's and I hope you could paint them a portrait of each other".

Laurent felt as if his tongue has been swallowed once his eyes saw you "Hello I'm Alice and this is my husband Y/N" you send a nod his way. " Hello?, I hope this wouldn't be a problem" Alice's voice throws his attention back to the task beforehand "oh no, it won't".

That was the first time you ever met Laurent Leclaire and here you are in the midst of him painting your third portrait "I don't know why you've to use me as a reference Leclaire". Laurent could only smile "I'm not using you, I'm merely fascinated by you" you grin "Fascinated? what are you talking about?" Laurent feels the passion ignite within him the moment his eyes lay on you.

"You see, your handsome and you carry yourself differently compared to the men I've met" you hum and lick your lips. "So you're that fascinated by me you'll even paint a portrait of my hands" Laurent freezes, no one isn't supposed to know about his paintings of your hands. "I...yes!" Laurent frowns at you when you stood from your chair "What're you doing sit back down!" he gestures with the help of his paintbrush.

"Do you want to know how memorizing you are Laurent?" this is the first time you have ever called him by his first name and not his last name. "For I'll like you to know how you invade my mind" you coat red paint on the palm and fingers of your hands and look Laurent in his eyes with an unreadable gaze. "Would you like to know? Laurent" the Frenchmen grins and his confidence returns "Yes!".

That muggy evening your red-infested hand imprint places no one would ever imagine a fellow man would dare grope. You even had gone fair as to lock your painted hands in his hair and if Laurent was a little too loud you'll cup his mouth which left a red hand print.

Hunter ran into your arms "Oh my goodness you have grown heavy while I've been away" Hunter laughs and of course, Nicolas follows. Alice comes walking towards you three "Boys please go and play, I need to talk to your father" The two boys pout but you shook your head "C'mon now listen to your mother" you set down Hunter. Once the boys were out of earshot Alice turns to you "Where were you? I thought you'd be home by yesterday?" you frown "I grew picky" Alice cocks an eyebrow at you "Well you see I had to buy you something". An expensive golden necklace came to view "You are worth more than a few minutes" Alice gasped and welcomes the gift "See, I need more than a minute or two to find you a perfect gift" she kisses your cheek "I guess, I forgive you".

You took Laurent out to tailor store after tailor store which leaves him utterly smug for you'd stare at him much longer than normal. You bought him the most expensive paints and brushes, you'll buy him anything "I believe your a little too sweet to me" you grin "Of course". In hidden shadows, you'll share more than a conversation, and behind closed doors, the two of you would feed your endless lust and passion.

Alice wasn't forgotten and for the truth, you could tell she was happy than she ever was "Has France brought a new side to you?, Y/N" and of course, you laugh. "I guess there has been love in the air" Alice giggles but gasps when you practically threw yourself on top of her. "I feel young again darling and you are the cause of it" Alice has never heard such words fall from your mouth before but this is what she wished for. A happy family, a devoted husband, and beautiful and healthy children.

Laurent watches as a heavily pregnant Alice gasps and exclaims how the baby kicked which made you skid to your knees to feel what you two have made. "Oh, your one strong girl aren't you" Alice giggles as Laurent replays what you've said and he felt jealousy shoot through him. "You aren't part of the portrait Y/N now come here" Madame gestures to you to sit down "Fine, I love you" Alice's mood increases.

Laurent splat paint across your back once Alice and Madame left "Ooops" you turn around to meet him fully "Laurent I know you did it on purpose". Laurent scoffs and removes the now painted canvas so that it'll dry properly "Laurent talk to me".

"Talk to you, why should I...She's pregnant with your third child and you are making a mockery of me" you soften your gaze and made your way to him. "I know and I'm sorry, Alice is my wife and she means nothing to me" you hold both of his hands "You have a passion that I want to feel, hear, taste, and smell for you are my sun, Laurent". Laurent fell once again for your words "I feel young again darling and you are the cause of it" you spoke and remember all the words you've said to Alice just so you could repeat them to Laurent.

"Y/N and Laurents affair has been going on for a whole year before their fallout" a voice of a historian spoke on the screen for a bunch of high school students. "Y/N knew what he was doing was wrong but did he care, no he didn't, no one knew and he made sure of it. From the hidden letters to Laurents journal, they made sure nobody found out about their affair" the classroom of students listens.

"But Hunter L/N saw his father and Laurent one day in his father's study"

Hunter stood in the doorway and he saw both you and Laurent kissing "Hunter, I know you won't understand but if you keep this a secret I won't tell your mother that you spoiled your appetite". Hunter nods "Our little secret" Hunters looks at Laurent both running off "Don't worry he won't say anything" Laurent nods and reconnected your lips with his own once you closed the door.

Once little Peter and Polly was born you became distant for twins were a rare case and now you finally have a daughter. "Now look at you two, I already can't tell the difference" Alice giggles while Hunter and Nicolas stare with wonder in their eyes. "I can't believe Hunter going to be six soon while Nicola's fifth birthday is approaching fast" Alice says. "They're growing up what are you expecting" Alice buries her face into the side of your neck "I don't want them to grow up" you chuckle "Sorry darling they can't be your babies forever".

"Don't you love me?" Laurent says as you walk away from him and the swing that hangs from a tree. "Pardon?" the hill you both stood upon held more than your emotions "You said I made you feel young again and she was NOTHING!". you sigh as Laurent makes his way to you. "I said things and done things but they'll never change the fact I'm a father" Laurent felt sorrow and it spread like a disease.

"Good day Leclaire" Laurent wasn't just going to give up "NO!, I understand I'm not half of the man you want or need but I don't understand why you can't love me too!". "I don't apologize Leclaire and I can't love you the way you want me to" Laurent stops in his track.

"Can't"

[ninebluehearts]

Hello there, my darling Hannah. For the menu today, I would like some more Ghost!Laurent! Because my darling husband needs more loving and plus I'm sucker for ghost and reader stories. The last time we left off, Laurent is ready to made you his bride. He's obsessed with you and he can't wait any longer.

Part 1, part 2

I shall serve you my finest part three to our little series, my dearest Giona 💕

You hadn't seen Laurent in what seemed like forever, which was strange. He seemed to be everywhere before, but now there was nothing but radio silence. Though, that wasn't the only thing that was strange.

About a week after your last encounter with the ghost, it seemed like something was out to get you. It was small things at first; a black widow in your shoe, a lit candle falling into the pile of hay you were shoveling early in the morning, you tripping over seemingly nothing..

These could all be labeled as coincidental, some even clumsiness. But when you felt a pair of hands push you as you headed down a staircase, causing you to almost fall to your death, you knew something was up.

Later that night, you sat in bed, waiting. And when the familiar feeling of being watched crept over you, you knew he was there. "You can show yourself. I'm not mad." You said as you closed your book and set it on your nightstand, before looking around the room. "Just curious."

"About?" Laurent said, suddenly appearing on the bed right in front of you.

You gasped, slightly flinching away from him. You watched a smile creep onto his lips, a playful glint in his eyes. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"But you meant to when you tried to kill me earlier?" You quipped, sitting up straight.

Laurent's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Maybe.. Who's asking?" He asked with a chuckle that sent butterflies swarming throughout your belly.

"I am. I thought you loved me? Why would you want me dead?" Though your breath trembled, you maintained your best neutral expression.

"Because I do love you." He said as though it was obvious.

"I don't want to play this game, Laurent." You crawled over and sat right next to him, looking into his eyes through your eyelashes. "I wanna know what's going on."

Even though he was a ghost, Laurent shuddered, staring at your lips like they were his favorite meal; and he was absolutely starving. "Because I need you, mon chérie. I cannot wait any longer."

You nodded, reaching out to touch his hand, but you found that it only moved through him. "And you need me to die for that to happen." You whispered, your entire body shaking under his gazed.

"Yes." Laurent mumbled, never taking his eyes off of you.

You took in a deep, shaky breath as you though about the weight of the situation. Were you ready to die for a man you barely knew? A dead one, at that. "You could always loose interest.." You stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the almost full moon.

"Never." Laurent whispered against your neck, a cold breeze following.

You turned around and looked at him, really looked at him. You couldn't tell if he was lying or not, or even if he knew himself. But with the way he looked at you in this moment, his soft brown eyes filled with pure adoration, you were willing to do anything if it meant you could kiss those sweet, soft lips of his.

"Would it be crazy if I said I wanted to do it?" You said, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

Laurent grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, which felt more like a cool breeze once again. "No. You'd finally be mine, mon chérie. I'm looking forward to it." He said as he slowly disappeared.

[ninebluehearts]

-hugs- oh Hannah, my darling. It seems my dreams of being a dramaturg are not taken seriously because due to long-driven stereotypes of people in the arts. I know I can do it but alas, the insecurities in me and my parents tell me otherwise. I know it's not easy I know that, but I refuse to settle. I wish my darling husband Laurent would comfort me with kisses and passionate love. Sorry for the vent, this has not been my day today. Being a transfer student is a blessing and a curse for me.

-hugs- Giona, my loves!! I'm so sorry today is not your day!! No need to apologize for the vent, because I'm always here to listen! I know it's scary, my loves, but I believe in you! Don't EVER let ANYONE make you second guess your dreams. Now, you go and be a dramaturg because that's what you want to do. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You've got this; ily babes 💕

Listen, my boy Laurent has got you during a bad day..

When he saw you sitting on the edge of your shared bed crying, he was quick to anger.

Immediately demands who made his chérie (darling) cry.

Though, once he saw how his anger wasn't making the situation any better, he'd drop down to his knees and lay his head on your thigh, gently rubbing your knee with his thumb.

"Tell me what's wrong, mon chérie."

He'd listen attentively, nodding his head every once in awhile to show that he was still listening.

When you were done, he'd stand up and give you the biggest hug he could manage, gripping onto you as tight as he could without suffocating you.

He'd then insist on cuddling for awhile, both of you craving that skin-to-skin contact.

He'd pull the covers back on the bed, then guide you inside between the mattress and the soft, warm sheets.

He'd then climb in on the other side and pull you close, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, nose, cheeks, and especially your lips.

It always warms his heart to see that smile of yours.

Though you've been married for years, you still gave him butterflies.