#Laurance x aphmau

[roxxie-spirt]

The bloodmoon

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zelotypia

[app1wrd]

THIS SONG IS SO THEM I SWEAR!!! SORRY I JUST LOVE LAURMAU SM

[iridiss]

(Edited vers, cause this is actually a wonderful opportunity to share my thoughts on laurmau pet names) Based on the headcanon that, once Aphmau unlocks her Irene powers, Laurance starts to call her “dove,” after her white wings. It’s a much more personal and private nickname than “my Lady,” which is technically a formal, literal official term of respect from a soldier to a female Lord, like calling her “ma’am” or “sir.” It’s still very sweet and affectionate, and technically the military respect inherent in the title only makes the pet name more reverent, honoring, and respectful, but Aphmau is literally his Lady. It’s like a bow of the head to your General or Baroness, and as her hired right-hand-guard, it’s stating how he literally belongs to her (something that means a little more than usual given that he originally belonged solely to Meteli and their army). It means a lot because Aphmau knows that Laurance means a lot when he says it, he’s not saying “ma’am” to be socially correct in his formalities, he’s saying it because he MEANS it. All of the emotional subtext within the title is emphasized tenfold, which contrasts other characters of high status being referenced more stoically. Like Zane is called “Your Grace,” “Your Holiness,” “Your Eminence,” “Your Excellency,” list goes on, by his soldiers and followers because he’s feared. If you don’t refer to him with the highest (solely) formal respect, he may actually kill you. Laurance says it with his heart, not his head

So therefore, “my dove” is a much more intimate alternative that he uses in more private, vulnerable moments, since it cuts straight past any sort of formalities, disregarding their business, work, or titles, and addresses her purely affectionately as someone very dear to him. It’s like “My Lady” says “I revere you” but “my dove” is reserved for “I’m speaking purely as your friend and closest, dearest ally (and probably lover) when I say this/you mean a lot to me PERSONALLY/etc” etc. etc. it goes straight to the heart, from the heart. I don’t think anyone else but Garroth, Aaron, or Cadenza would even know about it, it’s that intimate and rare

(He also calls Void Paradox Aphmau “Blackbird” exclusively, to help distinguish between the two of them)

Anyway, this comic would take place in the au after Garroth traps himself in the Irene Dimension, but before they get him back. Both of them were hit very hard by losing him, and are desperate to get him back. Sometimes to the point of insomnia.

[lovelaurs]

could you perhaps write a he/him lesbian Laurance and aroace Aphmau fic with them in a queer platonic relationship?? set in diaries pretty please

MADE WITH LOVE

pairing : mcd laurance x aphmau (qpr specifically) synopsis : laurance and aphmau go back to their home after a long and tiring day of helping out the village. however, the two aren't just going to lay about and do nothing for the rest of the night! both of them begin messing with each other as they attempt to make their dinner for the evening! tags : pre-established relationship, cooking together, cuddling, platonic, romantic, both? yes, they are not friends nor are they dating (they are a secret third thing), he/him lesbian laurance, aroace aphmau, queer platonic relationship word count : 1.7k a/n : first off, this request is by far the best thing i have ever seen. it feels so catered towards me that it drives me crazy. this really is how i see them in my headcanons!!! i love them so much. - i'm going to write this based off my own experience from being in a qpr, so it may be different from someone else's experience! queer platonic relationships can be different in all sorts of way, as it is not a clear cut relationship in any form! in any case, i hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

It had been a long day of patrolling around Phoenix Drop.

As usual, Aphmau and Laurance had made their way across the whole village, making sure nothing troublesome was occurring while also helping out anyone who needed it.

From Nana baking far too many pastries, to Emmalyn fainting in the marketplace due to staying up for the past three days reading, and Logan missing a crate of his products? They for sure had their hands full for the day.

After delivering the abundance of sweets around the village, carrying Emmalyn to the nearest doctor, and scouring across the nearby forest to find the crate… the two were more than tired.

Laurance and Aphmau groaned as they slowly made their way to their shared home; their bones aching from all the work they went through over the course of the day.

As soon as they walked through the door, Aphmau spread herself out on the nearest chair, letting out a satisfied sigh at the soft cushion beneath her.

“Oh Irene, how I’ve missed you, chair.”

Laurance chuckled as he placed down his sword sheath and began rifling through the cabinets. “Is this your new version of the table?” He asked as he began setting down dough on the counter.

With her most dramatic gasp, she responded, “No! Nothing will ever replace that table.” Aphmau repositioned herself so she was leaning over the back of the chair, looking at Laurance. “What are you doing?”

He pulled open a drawer and began picking out utensils, giving Aphmau an amused look. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m making us dinner.”

“How can you even bring yourself to make something after today? I was just planning on passing out early.” As if to taunt her words, Aphmau’s stomach growled. She turned to her stomach, frowning. “Okay, that was uncalled for.” She poked her stomach before turning to Laurance with a grin. “What are we having?”

Laurance couldn’t help but scoff. “We? Well seeing as I’m making this all alone I was planning on making it for myself…”

She pouted at the idea of not eating tonight. “You’re cruel, Laur.”

“Maybe if you helped…” He began.

Aphmau practically threw herself off the chair, stumbling as she stood up and walked towards the brunette. “I’m doing this for the food, not because I like you in any way.” She dramatically pouted, grabbing the dough from Laurance’s hands playfully. “So, let me ask again, what are we having?”

Laurance grinned, as he had been cooking up this idea in his brain since they first woke up.

“Bread.”

A simple meal to most, sure, but to Aphmau? This was everything to her. That one word had her practically floating in the air.

Since the first day Laurance moved in with her and their curious relationship began, Aphmau had become obsessed with the way this woman cooks and bakes. Ever since they ran out of the bread he had made a week ago, Aphmau has been begging for him to make more. So now? Her wish was finally granted.

She started to jump up and down, before hugging her partner close. “I take back what I said about not liking you. I now tolerate you at a high level.”

Laurance giggled at the comment. “What does that even mean?”

“It means let’s start baking this bread!” Aphmau grabbed the bag of flour from one of the cabinets before slamming it onto the counter. “So, what do we do first, boss?”

“Well, first…” Laurance grabbed the flour Aphmau had not so graciously placed, moving it alongside the dough before walking behind Aphmau. He gestured to her with his eyebrows raised. “May I?”

Aphmau nodded, allowing him to grab her hands and began to knead the dough. “We need to knead the dough in order to help the dough’s gluten bond together to make sure it holds its shape and rises correctly when we’re baking it.” Laurance furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on the dough as he spoke.

Aphmau tilted her head up to look at her guard, smiling. “You really know your stuff, huh?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ve been baking my own bread since Joh took me in from the orphanage.” The comment made his mind start to wander back to the memories he shared as a kid, his hands releasing Aphmau’s subconsciously.

A sinister smile grew on her face as a plan came to fruition. “Oh? You’ve been baking for that long?”

A fond smile grew on his face. “Yep… He taught me everything I know-”

As Laurance was focused on talking; distracted by his memories, Aphmau took the chance to take a handful of flour and throw it in his face.

He began to cough, a cloud of dust appearing. His face was covered completely with the white powder, so that when he opened his eyes, the light blue stuck out amongst the snowy plain that was his face.

“You’re joking.”

“No, no, I take my job as a flour thrower very seriously.” 

Laurance coughed again, this time sending excess flour towards Aphmau’s head; lightly dusting her raven hair with white.

He moved to place his hands on Aphmau’s again, guiding them to the bag of flour.

“Laurance, what are you-”

Before she could finish, Laurance had used Aphmau’s own hands to throw flour in her own face. 

“There. Now we’re even.” Laurance chuckled.

Like clockwork, she began to cough at the powder as well.

She turned around to face him, her face the same powdery white landscape his own appearance shared. “Okay. I deserved that.”

Laurance took one look at her and…

He laughed.

He laughed hard.

The look of her powdered face in contrast to her dark hair just sent him into a giggling fit.

Laurance released her hands, falling back against the cabinets, holding his abdomen as he cried out laughing.

“Hey! Stop laughing at me!”

After a few moments, his laughter started to die down, before he took one more look at Aphmau and simply lost it once more.

Aphmau pouted, crossing her arms and sticking her head up in an act of defiance. “You know, you look exactly like I do right now, right?”

The thought of that seemed to make matters worse, as the woman Aphmau called her partner was now wheezing through the powder, almost seemingly in pain from how he gripped himself. “Oh my Irene-”

Aphmau raced around the kitchen, before her eyes landed on a cloth, quickly using it to wipe her face, before throwing it at the brunette. “Laurance, you are unbelievable, you know that?”

Laurance’s chuckles had died down as he caught the cloth, allowing him to take much needed breaths, his stomach aching from laughing so much. “Says the girl who started this in the first place!” He yelled as he used the other side of the fabric to clean his own face.

“Well excuse me for being joyous and whimsical!” She huffed. “Now come on, let’s go back to baking this bread!” Laurance rolled his eyes before the two went back to their earlier position; with Aphmau slowly applying the flour to the dough and Laurance helping her knead it.

Things went smoothly after that, as they had put the dough over the fire to let it rise.

They both sat on the chairs across the room, waiting for the bread to finish cooking while they sat on top of each other.

“Is it done yet? I’m bored.” She whined, lightly kicking Laurance as they were spread across the sofa.

He pushed her foot away with a grin. “Any minute now, my Lord.”

Aphmau groaned, rolling her eyes so far back that one would think they’d get trapped behind her head. She brought her hands up, doing quotation marks. “My lord.” She mocked, sticking her tongue out. “Laurance, I do hope you see me as more than just a lord. We are quite literally partners.”

Laurance gasped, bringing his hand to his mouth in a state of fake shock. “Really? I had no idea!” 

Aphmau kicked him slightly harder, with Laurance trying to shoo away her boot. After a silent playful fight between the two, Laurance pushed Aphmau off of him to get up and check on the bread.

As he approached the fireplace, he placed a knife in the bread, testing to see that no dough came out. He had to make sure it was baked through thoroughly. 

After taking the knife out and finding nothing, he smiled and grabbed a cloth, carefully pulling the tray of bread out.

With a sing-songy voice, he called, “Oh Aphmau…”

That was all she needed to hear to jump off the sofa and head straight towards the Shadow Knight.

Laurance held the bread out of reach as she made grabby hands at the hot tray. “My lady, please wait! It’s still hot!”

She groaned before stomping herself over to the table, sitting down with a pout. “How long do I have to wait now?”

Laurance placed the tray on the countertop, allowing it to cool down. He approached Aphmau, sitting himself on the table in front of her. “About five minutes.” He leaned in closer, a mischievous smile growing on his face. “And I know just how to preoccupy our time until then.”

A chill shot down Aphmau’s spine at those words. She knew what was coming.

Within seconds, Laurance pounced towards her, his hands immediately tickling her in all her sensitive spots. This was her one weakness… and that bastard was using it against her.

Aphmau could hardly breath, wheezing and coughing as her partner relentlessly attacked her with tickles. If Laurance wasn’t so aware of how to mess with her, maybe she would have won this battle long ago.

After a few pleas from Aphmau, Laurance finally moved back with a sigh, as if he was the one getting tickled in the first place.

What a drama queen.

Aphmau held her hand to her chest, feeling her own heartbeat as she let herself recover from Laurance’s tomfoolery.

“I… despise… you…” She panted.

Laurance smirked. “Oh really?” He jumped off the table and approached the counter, pointing at the now cooled off bread. “How about we see how you feel after we eat, okay?”

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

[fresh-honey-alma]

Look I am capable of shipping Laurance with someone other than me ;)

[al-ld]

Georgia Law Man by Poor Man’s Poison - Laurmau

Bugambilia by Nasa Histoires - As Laurance in the nether

[itsmepaupao]

Its canon coz i say so

[bloodycupidd]

my contribution to garrence, may they always reign supreme

[kiwiiibee]

we were robbed of garrence.. ROBBED I SAY!!!!! THE FANS CANNOT FEED THEMSELVES!!! WE NEED CANON BOY KISSING IN THIS ESSAY I WILL

[mishanno]

woof woof bark i love mcd,,,,, i have no idea how tumblr works so take these gay assholes who have matching earrings but not enough gayness to actually date each other

[k0zm0zg4rd3n]

you cannot look me in the face even and tell me laurance didn't have feelings for garroth. "Garroth... He would always tell me, 'if you need help, I'm here.' I just wished he let me help him... I miss him." GOODBYE. MY DOOMED YAOI.

[iridiss]

“garroth is extremely distrustful and wary about Laurance after he becomes a Shadow Knight—“ WRONG!! monsterfucker garrance.

[roxxie-spirt]

Some sibling headshots‼️‼️ the circles x’s are when they ‘ died ‘ ( sk )

… Brendan am… am I right 🌞

And an entire doodle pages dedicated for @kittycolours nana design :3

[starhvney]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dante, gene, laurance

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, teasing and making out, reader is shy and inexperienced with kissing, she asked him to teach her how ;)

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: @frannky requested: "omg mystreet boys teaching you how to kiss and they unintentionally make out with you 🤭🤭" um. so yeah i need to be taken out back behind the shed and put down like a dog ty for the scrumptious prompt

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 (coming soon)

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

“so… you have a crush on someone else, but want me to show you how to kiss?”

timidly you nod, your heart throwing itself against your rib cage in protest of your bold actions. 

“yeah…”

“but you’re not gonna tell me who this guy you have a crush on is?” dante tilts his head, blue hair shifting against his face as he narrows his eyes at you.

the corner of his lips turn up, eyebrows raising when you shake your head no. his fingers reach up to brush the hair from your face, trailing down your cheek and curling under your chin to give it a teasing lift.

“and what would your crush think if he knew you were kissing me? would he be okay with this?”

“um…” you stumble with your words, scrambling for your next excuse. “…yes?”

both of his hands cup the sides of your face, fingertips threading themselves into your hair and head dipping down to press a playful kiss against yours. he pulls away just as quick, gauging your flustered reaction and reveling in your widened eyes and agape mouth.

“i think you’re lying,” he giggles, squishing your face in his hands and poking your cheeks with his thumbs. “tell me who you have a crush on. c’mon, you can tell me.”

“i—you—-“ you stutter, staring up at your crush who knew exactly what he was doing. “i can’t.”

“sure you can. how else am i supposed to guess how he’d want you to kiss him?” he bites his bottom lip, eyes darting down to yours before leaning down to nip and pull at your own. “should i just show you how i like it? want me to teach you how i kiss?”

you eagerly nod, immediately blushing in embarrassment as he grins at your response.

“oh yeah?”

his head dips down again, teeth tugging your lower lip and getting your jaw to slack, letting him maneuver his mouth against yours the way he wants. his hands trail down to land against your waist, rubbing his fingers into the skin before sliding them down to rest on your hips. he pulls his lips from yours for just a split moment, just to talk you through it.

“put your arms around my neck…” you do as he says, making him tap your hip in praise. “there you go.”

his lips are once again on yours, greedily pressing his tongue into your mouth as he kisses you, frenzied and full of a determined motive to get you to crack. he pulls back once again, backing up when your lips try to chase his. one of his hands moves up to swipe the smear of your tinted lip gloss from the corner of your lips, a smug eyebrow raising at you.

“you gonna admit it’s me, now?” 

you duck your head, timidly nodding as you bite against your now pouted and plump lower lip. when you glance back up you notice his own face has gone red, despite the front he had so confidently put on.

“then why do we have to stop here?”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

“gene…”

you’ve lost any ability to get up from where you sit on gene’s lap, the nervous butterflies and heat in your cheeks disabling any coherent thought or power in your limbs to move. you want to punch the stupid smirk right off his face as he leans in for the nth time, dodging your lips and instead brushing them along your jaw.

“what?” he snickers, relishing in the annoyed whine that leaves your throat.

“you’re being mean.”

“aww,” he coos, clicking his tongue and leaning back with a tilt to his head. “how? i’m just teaching you like you asked.”

“you know what you’re doing…”

“hm?” he smiles, more amused chuckles leaving his lips. “and what’s that? why don’t you tell me what i’m doing.”

your fingers lock onto his shirt, tugging in protest as you duck your head down in embarrassment. his hand gently slides to rest under your chin, fingers holding your jaw in place as he lifts your face back up. cool fingertips and rings accentuating just how hot your cheeks had grown.

“look at me, sweetheart,” he smiles, finger tapping against your cheek. “tell me.”

“i can’t,” your eyes clamp shut, head shaking.

you hear him snicker one more time before his lips are pressing against yours. he draws back, deep voice rasped and husky as his breath brushes across your face. it smelled of nicotine and mint, something comforting and entirely gene.

“i’m so mean, i know…” he brushes his lips against yours. “i’ll make it up to you, you just need to be patient. can you do that for me?”

you nod, leaning forward in hopes that he’d connect his lips with yours once again. he finally complies with your wishes, slightly chapped lips locking against your own and stealing your breath.

he doesn’t pull away this time, his hand that held your chin maneuvering your face the way that he wanted. your breath hitches, allowing him to deepen the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue. he tilts your head back, hand sliding to the nape of your neck to hold you in place and his other arm slinking around your waist.

it’s not until you’re out of breath, tapping against his neck and chest that he lets you go, pulling back just a few centimeters. he smirks down at your flushed cheeks and plump lips, eyes hooded and glossed over.

you squirm when you attempt to pull further away, only to be stopped by gene’s firm hold on you.

“where are you going?” he laughs under his breath. “you still have a lot to learn, we’re not done yet.”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

your face is buried in laurance’s chest as he chuckles at you, his fingers gently brushing through your hair and trailing down to rub circles against your back. despite his attempt to comfort your timidness it only makes you melt further against him, electric tingles and goosebumps shooting across your skin where his fingertips linger.

“aww, you’re so cute. you don’t need to be shy with me.” he purrs into your ear.

his arms wrap around you, holding you tight against him as he dips you down like the end of a romantic slow dance. he leans over you, admiring the face you’re unable to hide from him like this. your cheek presses against his bicep, squishing against the muscle as you try to turn and squirm away from his soft gaze. 

“what are you embarrassed for, sweet girl? what’s wrong?” he squeezes you against him, smiling as he doesn’t let you shy away.

“i’m just nervous…” you squeak out, throat tight as your heart jumps up from your chest.

“ohh, i know.” he coos, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “i’ll take the lead and i’m sure you’ll catch on quick, hm? is that okay with you?”

you nod, chin trembling involuntarily from nervousness. he giggles again, lifting you up closer to him as he leans down and presses a gentle kiss on the side of your face, close to your ear. 

“you’re adorable, just calm down. i’ve got you.” he whispers before placing another kiss across your cheekbone, intentionally running his soft lips against your skin. “i can hear your heartbeat from here.”

you practically go limp against him in response, earning another adoring chuckle from his lips. he plants more feathery kisses along your cheek, trailing closer to your lips and reaching the corner of your mouth. he pulls away for just a moment, admiring your shaky breaths and flustered features.

slowly, he leans back down, pressing his lips against yours in a heart-wrenchingly tender kiss. it makes your head spin, his soft treatment of you contrasting the thundering war rushing through your veins and rushing to your head. when he pulls away you can’t help how your lips chase after him, before you dizzily lean back into his arms.

he smiles, giggling at your eagerness as he unlatches the arm he secured around your waist to brush his thumb against your lower lip. “you want more?”

before you could melt through his fingers from embarrassment he dives down, seemingly much more eager than he was letting on as he nudges his mouth against yours, getting your lips to part as he brushes his tongue against yours.

his arm holds around your waist again, pulling you snugly against him and his hand brushing along your spine as he steals your breath straight from your lungs. when he pulls away again—after what felt like an entire lifetime later—he can’t help the soft smile that graces his lips again, eyes tender as they take in every part of your expression.

“so cute.”

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