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[lovelaurs]

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

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

LOOKING AFTER YOU

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

MASTERLIST

Like clockwork, your time of the month had come.

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

I mean, come on!

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

And your bones just ached.

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

Shit.

TRAVIS

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

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

“Y-Yep! Just peachy…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“T-Travis! What are you doing?”

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

“But what about our date-”

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

LAURANCE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked downright adorable.

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

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

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

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

He makes your cramps just a little bit better.

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[lovelaurs]

Hi Id like to request some Head cannons on what it’s like to raise a child with Mcd!garroth as just a regular villager he fell in love with( I say that cause every Mcd!garroth x reader they make her a guard and I'm not really looking for dat. ) but I hope this request is okay I'm mostly thinking of a wholesome vibe.

DOING OUR BEST

pairing : mcd garroth x gn reader synopsis : headcanons on how you and your husband, garroth, would raise a child together! tags : parenthood, great-with-kids garroth, romance, marriage, fluff a/n : this was so fun to write out! i also kept the baby's gender vague so you can interpret it yourself! i just love the idea of garroth as a parent, so i hope you enjoy!

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✧.* Garroth is a very gentle man, raised carefully by his mother, so when the two of you finally laid your eyes on your baby? He couldn't hold in his excitement. The man was giddy with joy; carefully rocking the baby back and forth in his arms while cooing at them.

✧.* He's very playful with your child and always makes sure to treat them with patience! He knows how it feels to have lots of pressure on oneself, so he makes sure to let the child live freely!

✧.* He's very adamant about helping out with the baby often, as every good father should. During the night when you're so very exhausted after a long day's work, he makes sure to get up and help the baby whenever they wake up. He knows how much stress you've been under watching over them during the day, and makes sure to do his part without any arguing!

✧.* When your child took their first steps, Garroth was ecstatic! He would always brag about his kid to the rest of the guards, saying how strong and fast they were growing! He always comes home with a smile on his face, happy to see the two of you after a long day of patrol!

✧.* As your child grows, so does his heart. He makes sure to always have time with the two of you outside his guard hours. He always makes sure to spend enough time with both of you so that you're never lonely!

✧.* A goodnight kiss to both the lights in his life is practically mandatory. He always make sure to tuck the little one in with a kiss on the forehead, along with giving you a piece of his love as well. Of course, even with a child, the love the two of you share has not dwindled in the slightest!

✧.* Whenever your little bundle of joy gets a nightmare, they run over to your room to cundle! And Garroth? Well, of course he wraps his arms around the both of you, holding you close! He whispers soft words saying, "everything's okay", and "i love you both more than the world could imagine".

✧.* When he plays with your child, he really gets into the zone. Whether it's playing as a bunch of monsters, witches, or even guards, Garroth puts his all into the role. The man has a knack for acting!

✧.* It isn't until years later, your child being about five or six, that Garroth suggests having another kid. The two of you are laying in bed, your hands intertwined as he suggests this. Whether it is having your own or adopting, the thought really could not be more enticing.

The man was made to be a father, after all.

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[lovelaurs]

hi!! i really like your writing:) you followed me last night and i was So Confused because i don’t post i just repost with stupid tags HAHA if you can and your requests are open (i checked like 29 times and read the rules and im still scared im gonna mess this up and i missed something), can you write a suggestive mcd garroth and laurance little drabble? if you want a direction to go in, i really like fanfics where they fight and it turns into a suggestive bit ^_^ thanks so much aahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

TRAINING TOGETHER

featuring : mcd garroth & laurance x gn reader synopsis : after deciding to train to be a guard, you seek the help of none other then a knight from phoenix drop. yet, after a tough training session, things begin to get a bit out of hand... tags : mature, romance, friends to lovers, sword-fighting, training, kissing, making out, suggestive word count : 2.5k | around 1.2k per character! a/n : woohoo, my first request done! this was really fun to write, so i hope you enjoy!! these two were so silly to write, i just love them so much!

MASTERLIST

GARROTH

As someone who has always dreamt of being a guard, you didn’t exactly have the schedule of one.

After sleeping in for what seemed later than normal, your eyes quickly shot open as you remembered what today was.

Shit.

Your weekly training with Garroth was this morning.

As you quickly shot up from your bed, you ran around your house putting on the first pieces of clothing you could find.

After slipping over a plain tunic along with some boots, you swung open your door, slamming it behind you as you sprinted towards the training grounds.

As you passed through the town, many of the other villagers looked at you with amusement as you exhausted yourself on the way there. They had gotten used to watching you run late to almost everything.

Ever since you were younger, you had always aimed to be a guard.

Except, with the village guards being scarce and always so busy, you were never able to train. This was the very reason that got you rejected from the training program in O’khasis.

Of course, since things have been more and more easier under Lord Aphmau’s rule, the guards have increased, and with that, so has their availability.

After seeking out a guard to help train you, the Head Guard, Garroth, gladly accepted. Even though he himself learnt his sword-fighting in O’khasis, he always mentioned that it wasn’t required to make a good guard, and that all that mattered was the strength in one’s loyalty.

Since you met him from when he arrived, he always showed himself to be loyal.

Ever since then, your hopes have been raised.

It has been weeks since you began training with him, your sword-fighting skills increasing almost tenfold since the first day.

And yet one thing has never changed.

Your tardiness.

As arrived at the training grounds, you keeled over, hands on your knees as you breathed deeply. A disapproving Garroth watched from afar, smiling at the scene.

“Yet again you're late.” He noted, leaning against the guard tower.

“Yeah,” You panted. “No shit.” 

He frowned at your response. “Watch your tone, we’re supposed to be prepping you to be a guard, remember? Guards do not speak that way.” As you finally caught your breath, you stood up straight, nodding. “Right… I’m sorry.” “Great.” Garroth pushed himself off the bricks, reaching for his sword. “Now, are you ready to begin our training that was supposed to start at sunrise?” He teased.

“Haha, very funny.” You sighed at the remark, reaching for the hilt of your sword… before finding it not there.

You frantically patted yourself down, quickly realizing that you had forgotten your sword at home.

“You know, I was waiting for you to notice.” Garroth chuckled. He motioned his head towards the guard tower. “Go grab an extra sword from the armory.” You groaned as you made your way over there, picking up a random sword. 

As you made your way back over to the training grounds, you noticed Garroth watched you with a smirk.

All you wanted was to wipe that stupid look off his face.

As you took your position, readying your sword in front of you, you let your eyes focus on the trained knight before you.

This man had been trained amongst would be Jury Of Nine members, so of course he’d be tough to beat.

It wasn’t until he counted down that you brought yourself back to the present, focusing.

As the word “go” left his mouth, he rushed towards you, unrelenting on his force.

His first contact with your sword was strong, catching you off guard. You held your stance, pushing against his blade, causing him to jump back to regain his own footing.

“Nice defense, your hold is getting stronger.” He smirked, slowly circling you like a shark staring down its prey.

As it seemed he was going to keep taunting you, never truly moving towards you, you decided to take the opportunity to take the lead.

You rushed towards him, putting all your strength into the swing of your sword as it collided with his.

He held his stance, before you both pulled back, colliding your swords once more.

It wasn’t until you shared several more blows that you started to feel sweat pooling on your forehead. This singular match has gone on longer than your usual time, so it wasn’t surprising that your muscles started to ache in response.

Out of nowhere, Garroth swung his sword with all his might, causing your own blade to go flying off towards the bushes behind you.

As you fell to the ground, the blonde stood above you, holding his sword towards your throat.

“You need to work on your grip.” He heaved, before sheathing his sword, offering his hand out to you with a smile.

That’s when you thought of something devious.

You swept your leg under his, causing him to fall on top of you with an “Oof!”.

“And you should work on your stance.” You giggled. 

Garroth adjusted himself, his hands caging you in on both sides of your shoulders. As he took notice of your current position, he paused, just looking at you in the eyes.

You couldn’t help notice just how beautiful his cerulean eyes were. You were so lost within the blue that you didn’t notice how his pupils dilated, his position above you growing stiff.

It was then that his eyes wandered down to your lips, almost watching them impatiently.

With that, you practically couldn’t stop yourself from looping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

As the two of you sat in silence, it wasn’t long before Garroth spoke.

“Can… Can I kiss you?”

A sense of wonder filled his eyes as he watched your expression switch into one of joy.

You smiled, slightly tilting your head. “Yes.” When he kissed you, it felt like all pieces of a puzzle were finally connected. With his lips locked against yours, you savored the feeling as much as possible.

He pulled back for a breath for only about five seconds before diving back to kiss you once again.

His lips hurriedly pressed against yours as if the two of you were running out of time and his goal was to taste your lips on a dying breath.

As if a knee-jerk reaction, you slowly moved your hands from around his neck to his hips, pulling his lower half closer. Garroth couldn’t help but groan at the friction.

His face was flushed, tinted pink all the way to the tips of his ears.

As you lay beneath the blushing blonde, it wasn’t long before your perfect moment was interrupted.

“Sir Garroth! Come quick! Kiki’s animals got loose and-”

The two of you whipped your heads around to see a dirtied Dante, covered in hoove marks and mud, looking at you both all flustered.

He quickly brought his hand to his face, covering his eyes. “Oh my- uh, nevermind! I’m sorry to interrupt-” He stuttered as he began to quickly rush away.

Garroth stumbled off of you, rolling over in the grass before stumbling as he went to chase after Dante “W-Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the guard’s reaction to being caught, catching his attention.

He turned around, puffing his cheeks. “Don’t think you’re getting away from this!” He yelled, before giving you a soft smirk. “I’ll swing by your house later this evening to continue where we left off, okay?”

And with that, he ran after the younger blue-haired knight.

Now it was your turn to flush, as your mind conjured up several images within your mind that left not much to the imagination.

And you just couldn’t wait.

LAURANCE

Who in Irene’s name suggests training in the middle of the woods?

As you made your way through the shrubbery, pushing aside all sorts of branches and leaves, you kept asking yourself if you were going the right way.

When you left the gates of Phoenix Drop earlier in the day, you felt something in your stomach twist. Perhaps it was a bad omen as to your situation now?

The training area Laurance had told you to meet at was somewhat northwest of the wall, in a clearing in which you could see the ocean.

As if such directions would be easy to follow within an overgrown forest such as this!

He had originally suggested it in an empty area so the two of you “could have no distractions”, which in hindsight, you seriously should have doubted more. That charmer of a man always had ulterior motives.

The brunette himself had gone ahead of you earlier in the day, saying he’d set up the area with equipment and some rations. 

Why the hell did you let him go ahead of you?!

As you continued to stumble over tree roots and unforeseen rocks, your eyes eventually caught sight of the ocean.

You had to be close!

You continued to trudge forward, your new boots practically covered in dirt. As you made your way into the clearing, you saw Laurance polishing his sword, his hair tied up into a small ponytail.

While you approached him, you stepped on a twig, alerting him of your presence.

“Took you long enough.” He smirked, raising his head to look at you. “For a minute I was beginning to think you stood me up.”

You scoffed, taking off your satchel and placing it next to what seemed to be the bag of rations he had brought. “Maybe I would have gotten here sooner if someone had at least made it more obvious where this “secret” area was.” 

“You do know what the word secret means, do you not?” He chuckled. “And besides, I’m sort of glad you had to stumble through the woods by yourself. I mean, just look at the state you’re in right now!” He held back a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand as he pointed at you.

You quickly looked around your clothes, seeing countless spots of dirt littered across it, before patting your head to find leaves scattered amongst your hair. You picked out as many twigs from your hair as you could before finally dusting yourself off.

You swung your head back towards his direction with a pout. “I can’t stand you.”

He smiled at the comment, before standing up with his sword in hand, throwing away the cloth he used to polish the blade beforehand.

“So, are you ready to face the all mighty, powerful Laurance?” You guffawed at the comment. “My, it seems you're even more full of yourself than usual.” You unsheathed your own blade in response.

As the two of you began to circle the area, an unspoken commencement of the training between you two, you kept distance from the brunette as you surveyed his moves.

You kept watching his stance, waiting for an opening, until out of chance his foot slipped up just slightly.

Perfect.

You lept towards him, raising your blade above your head before bringing it down with such might that even he was surprised. 

He blocked it easily, sure, but his stance was still unstable. Your first move had caused him to move his feet to re-adjust himself.

A great play indeed.

Your eyes watched as he let his feet move back.

He must have sensed your motives, as his eyes followed yours to his feet. Of course, being the trained guard he was, he wasn’t about to just let you defeat him so easily from a minor slip-up.

The Shadow Knight decided to turn the tables on you, swooping beneath your own feet, causing you to slam into the ground.

He followed you soon after, pushing his sword against yours whilst on top of you. Your eyes trailed over his body, trying to find a weak spot to escape your soon defeat.

Soon, your eyes landed on the side of his lower abdomen, and your foot instinctively kicked him, causing him to fall off to the side.

You took the chance and jumped onto him, your knee pinning down the arm in which he held his sword, with your own blade aimed at his neck.

As you straddled his waist, pinning him down by your blade, you couldn’t help but breath heavily.

“I won.” You smiled, watching as his light blue eyes never left your own. “I won!” You repeated, only this time cheering.

He smirked as you took pride in your victory. “Really? Because right now it really feels like I won.” His eyes wandered, looking you up and down.

You couldn’t help but slightly flush, realizing the position the two of you were in. “You know I can slit your throat if I wanted to, right?” “And yet you don’t seem to be doing it.” He smiled smugly. “Seems to me that you might care for little ol’ Laurance.”

You rolled your eyes as you sheathed your sword back within your scabbard. “In your dreams.” You responded, before turning to get off of the knight.

That was when he grabbed your hand, pulling you flush against him, before he rolled you both over; switching your positions.

As he towered over you on the ground, he brought his hand to your cheek, cupping it gently, before whispering your name.

Your face flushed, the color change obvious enough for Laurance to notice with a smirk. He began to lean down, closing in the proximity between the two of you.

Before simply plucking a stray leaf from your hair.

“You missed a spot.” This. Asshole.

The look of disappointment seemed to have shown as your face, as his smug grin grew even wider. “Hm? What’s wrong? You look a bit frustrated.” He teased, basking in the fruits of his actions.

You puffed your cheeks, sighing. “You know, if you’re thinking about doing something, just go ahead and do it instead of humiliating me.”

A confused look spread across his face before he smiled again, leaning closer to you. “So you do want me.”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

It took only a moment for that to process in his brain before he swooped in and planted his lips upon yours.

Your heart fluttered as you felt Laurance battle to take the lead. His lips almost fight against yours as if you were dueling once more.

At some point, you decided to just let him win, seeing as you beat him in your duel.

That’s when he turned you over, both of you laying on your sides as his hands flew to grip your hips. The action caused you to let out a gasp on Laurance's lips, which he took as an opportunity to let his tongue explore. His knee popped up in response, placing itself between your thighs.

You felt like you were going to die. From the way he kissed you, to the grip he had on your hips, and the friction he was causing between your legs? Oh my Irene, it was incredible.

As he pulled back to take a breath, you suddenly realized the two of you were outside… anyone could see you.

But your worries were quickly assuaged as you realized… This place was secret after all.

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[lovelaurs]

hey could you write a mcd Zane x little sister reader who also never got attention as a kid pls 🙏

AN UNDERSTANDING | part 1

you can find part 2 here!

pairing : mcd priest zane x gn reader synopsis : you enter the church of o'khasis in search of some solace, and find yourself within the confession booth. after living a life of being the neglected youngest sibling, you vent your frustrations to the mysterious church member on duty. but as you continue talking, the advice the person gives you seems almost... personal, and a bond begins to grow. tags : past neglect mention, trauma bonding, confession (as in the booth kind), advice, verbal comfort, slight (sacrligious?) romance word count : 1.2k a/n : first off, i'd like to mention that i am jewish, so if this fic is in any way innacurate, that is why! i decided, "hey, maybe i should delve more into the concept of priest zane a bit more for sillies!". so... here we are! if there is anything offensive about this at all, please tell me and i will change it! it is not in my intent! - also, i'd like to mention that even though the request said "sister", this is in fact gender neutral, as i have stated in my rules that i will not write gendered readers! do not be upset at this.

MASTERLIST

You couldn’t help the frown on your face as you walked to the massive church ahead.

O’khasis was widely known for being the most religious village out there, so it was just your luck that you lived within the confines of the walls.

Almost as lucky as being the neglected fourth born to your family.

That was why you came here; in hopes of speaking to a member of the church to help seek out some sort of solace within your life.

As you pushed open the door to the holy building, you quickly noticed a nun nearby, packing up for the day.

“Um, excuse me, miss?” You asked as you approached the woman. She turned to look at you with curiosity. “I’m here for the confession booth. Is there any chance I could speak to someone?”

She shook her head with a sigh, as someone exited a room nearby, silently praying to themself as they weeped. “I’m afraid you just missed the cut off, hun. That was the last member for today.”

“Oh. I see…” The disappointed look on your face must have been evident considering her hurried followed up words.

“But- We open tomorrow at seven if you wish to seek an audience with one of our esteemed Higher Ups!” She gave a warm smile, hoping to cheer you up.

You nodded, beginning to turn away and go back to your lousy packed house. “Thank you, and I’m sorry for wasting your time-”

Before you could finish your farewell, the door in which the previous person had left had creaked open.

“Relax, Sister Clarice. I do not mind taking in another lost soul.” The voice had sent shivers down your spine as they spoke, and it seemed the same for Sister Clarice as well, who looked almost nervous to be referred to by the Higher Up. “Come now, do not be afraid to share your troubles with me.”

You took one look at Sister Clarice, who nodded in agreement, before you walked over to the room the confession booth was held in.

As you opened the door, you noticed the room was empty, only seeing the door to the confession booth closed as you entered.

I guess this Higher Up valued their privacy.

You slowly walked towards the confession booth as you heard a deep chuckle. “Do not worry, I don’t bite.”

Okay, well that just made you more nervous.

You gulped as you stepped into the wooden box, situating yourself in the cramped space before turning to the little hole provided.

As the wooden plank slides over, you once again heard that chilling deep voice, instead this time from the other side.

“Go on, child of Irene, what is it your mind struggles with?”

The question was so simple, and yet your response was so… complicated. What if they didn’t understand your grief, your struggles, your pain?

“It’s been a recurring thing ever since I was born.” You began. “I was born the youngest sibling, which in some families would garner me more attention… but in my family, all it garnered was neglect.”

You paused as the voice hummed, listening intently to your story.

“I’ve never been the focus of… well, anything. Even my day of birth was more-or-less about my older siblings instead.” You took a deep breath in as you recounted the day. “My parents always focused on my oldest sibling the most, working on helping them harness their craft and knowledge in order to succeed in their name-sake. But, the younger the child was, the less attention we would get. And me being the youngest? Well… I ended up forgotten by the end of the day.”

You allowed yourself to pause, hoping that maybe the church member on the other side would have something to say.

It was quiet for but a moment before the deep vibrato of their voice filled the air.

“I have actually experienced– sorry, heard such things before from others.” They cleared their throat, taking a second of pause. “It seems to be… an often occurrence in which parents would favor their eldest over their youngest.” They paused, before whispering to themself, “Even if the younger child is clearly superior to the elder.”

You couldn’t help but tilt your head at the muttering from the other booth. What did they say?

Again, they cleared their throat, before hesitating to speak.

When they did speak, it seemed to be more of a surprising response indeed.

“I do not wish to break the confidentiality that is my own life, but… I too have experienced this as well.” You raised your eyebrow at the comment. Them? A Higher Up at the Church of O’Khasis? What could they have suffered? 

“My… father tended to ignore me for many years. He always praised and pushed forward my older brother, always seemingly ignoring his other child; me.” And yet again, he began whispering to himself, “The bastard of a child, Vylad, doesn’t count… he never did.” He coughed before continuing. “It wasn’t until I took the reins of my own life into my hands that I finally felt free.”

When you entered this box, you weren’t exactly expecting advice, but more-so a verdict on if you were sinful in the way you did not completely adore your parents. The fact that you’re getting a relatable side back from whoever this was… it meant a lot. Being able to relate to someone in power felt helpful.

“I’m suggesting you work hard to pave your own destiny in life. Prove your parents wrong, and show them that they aren’t holding you back.” Their voice sounded almost softer, not the same grand deep voice you originally were greeted with. “Grow stronger and more powerful than them, so that one day you can overtake their lead.” Okay, maybe this is getting a bit too personal for them. What the hell was this going.

“So… I should carve my own path and prove myself greater than my parents ever thought?” You asked. “Precisely.”

You swallowed deeply, gripping your hands into fists. “Forgive me for saying this, but… you come from a place of wealth. That’s easier for you to say since you’re given more opportunities, even though some less than your older sibling.” You felt sweat pool at your forehead, who were you to question someone of the Church of O’Khasis within the church itself? “I am in no means able to simply make a name for myself without my family’s help…”

“Then allow me to help.” You could hear the opposite side’s door open, footsteps signaling them exiting the booth. “Come out, my dear.”

You hesitantly reached for the handle, slowly opening the wooden door. As you stepped out into the room, your eyes immediately widened as you realized to whom you have been speaking to.

Zane Ro’Meave, the Great Priest of O’Khasis.

Oh my Irene what have you done.

He approached you slowly, his hands held behind his back as he smirked, looking you up and down.

He brought his hand to his chin, seemingly pondering something. “Hm… I could see this working.”

Your nervousness grew even more so at the comment.

It wasn’t until he kneeled in front of you, taking your hand in his and kissing it that your heart started beating even more rapidly, your face flushing with color.

“How would you like a place amongst my staff?”

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...any chance you could do mystreet travis x reader where they get overwhelmed and he helps them?? Just some fluff for the fluffy guy :3 ty

Remember. Your. Water.

TAKING YOUR TIME

pairing : mystreet travis x gn reader synopsis : it was long day filled with stress, and you come home absolutely riddled with anxiety. luckily, your boyfriend travis is there to comfort you through it as you're overwhelmed by life. tags : comfort, fluff, reassurance, slight romance, but more focused on support than anything word count : 0.9k a/n : i was so excited to write this one since mystreet travis (the one i have rotated so many times in my brain) was my favorite back in middle school! i took inspiration from how my life was in college and how my anxiety slowly got worse, so hopefully that works for realism! i love using my own pain in writing!! also, i made sure to make him really endearing, so i hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

It had been a long day.

As you closed the car door behind you, you could feel your arms ache, causing you to stretch them as you walked towards the front door.

You’d think after such a hard day that you’d come home to complete relaxation, letting your mind take a break as you slump on the couch.

But unfortunately, it seemed that wouldn’t be the case.

As you opened the door, you were greeted with the reminder that you still had several chores to do.

Since you lived alone, you set up your own reminder system to help you remember to do chores.

And unfortunately, this was one of those days.

It had been about a week since you vacuumed, and practically two weeks since you dusted, and that doesn’t even begin with your laundry as well!

You got this.

You groaned as you took off your shoes by the door, hanging your coat up on the rack next to you before moving to the kitchen to grab a snack before you started cleaning up.

That was when you noticed the sink.

Your dishwasher had broken about a week ago, letting countless dishes and utensils pile up within the basin. 

Hiring a repairman? Washing the dishes? Just two more things to add to your already dreadful day. You didn’t have time for a snack just yet.

You could feel your head already begin to bubble up with thoughts, starting to overthink everything you had to do as you approached the storage closet.

Just breathe. You can do this.

You took a deep breath in, your shoulders rising and falling along with you.

As you grabbed the handle of your vacuum, ready to begin cleaning, your bad luck seemed to double.

The handle broke off. As soon as you grabbed it, the cheap piece of plastic simply popped off without hesitation.

That was it.

You couldn’t help what happened next.

Within seconds, you fell to the floor, curling up into a ball with your face in your hands, bawling.

Irene oh why did life have to test you so.

Your cries were muffled by your legs as you folded up, pulling at your hair. You couldn’t deal with all of this right now. First you were running around outside getting groceries and your medication from Walgreens, the next you came home to everything being out of order?

Everything was against you.

At some point, you couldn’t even tell just how long you were sitting on the ground until the doorbell rang.

Apparently, life decided to make things even worse by having someone wait at your door.

Great.

Just great.

Your legs shaked as you slowly stood up, wiping the tears from your cheeks, hoping whoever was there wouldn’t notice.

After making your way to the door, your shaking hands slowly opened it, revealing a smiley Travis with a plastic bag in his hands.

His grin was almost as blinding as the rays of sun behind him.

“Hey! I thought I’d stop by to see how my Lovely was doing-” He stopped mid-sentence as he processed your disheveled appearance, a frown quickly growing on his face. “What’s wrong?” You tried to keep yourself in check, holding back your tears, but the worried look on his face? Nothing could hold you back anymore.

You sniffled once before rushing in to hug him, tightly squeezing, surprising the man.

As you stuffed your face into his chest, hiding your face from him, he slowly led you inside your house, closing the door behind him before the two of you sat on your couch.

You groaned into his chest, just letting your tears fall freely as he held you close. He played with your hair, carefully moving it out of your face and tucking it behind your ear, before patting your head while softly shushing you.

The two of you just sat there for a while, allowing you to release all your anger and anxiety through your tears as he hugged you.

Your boyfriend always was the best at comforting you when you needed it most.

As it seemed your tears were stopping, and you were left hiccuping, you moved back to look up at Travis, apologizing rapidly.

“Hey, hey, there’s no need to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He slowly rubbed your back as he softly spoke. “Do you think you can tell me what’s bothering you?” You slowly nodded as you began to tell him all about what happened today, and how your anxiety was through the roof with it all. You felt like you were losing your mind.

He hummed as you recounted the events prior to your crying.

“I can help you out with it all if you’d like, we can face it all together!” He smiled as pumped his fist into the air, before kissing you on the forehead. “You know you can always just reach out if you need help, alright? I’ll always be here.”

You nodded with a smile. He was right, you had someone in your life who cared about you, someone to rely on. You can’t forget that. 

But you couldn’t help but slowly turn to the plastic bag sitting next to Travis' curiosity. What was in it?

He picked it up, opening it to show you the abundance of snacks he had brought along with him.

“A little bunch of presents I decided to get you during the day.” He chuckled, cupping your face in his palm, letting his thumb trace the tear stains on your cheeks.

“But before we get started on those chores, how about a snack, okay?”

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Oooh more requests??? Part 2 of the zane one by chance?? Remember your water :D

AN UNDERSTANDING | part 2

you can find part 1 here!

pairing : mcd zane x gn reader synopsis : after receiving a job from the great priest zane, you accept it and begin working as his secretary. but, as you continue your job, you begin to notice that something is a bit... off about the priest. tags : romantic, build up, tension, fascination, workplace relationship word count : 1.1k a/n : oh man oh man i was REALLY excited to write this one! after leaving the original on such a cliffhanger, i actually thought about writing a sequel just for sillies anyway, so i'm really glad someone requested it! i definitely went slightly into the more darker side of zane along with his infatuation with the reader this time, so i hope you enjoy!' - by the way, i do intend on making a part 3 after the rest of my requests are done! can't wait to explore this story more!

MASTERLIST

It’s been a few weeks since you began your job as High Priest Zane’s secretary.

Along with the job coming with an immense salary you could never dream of having, you were also provided with your very own accommodations; in which you can serve the priest far more efficiently (his own words).

When you originally told your family about your new job, they didn’t believe you, berating you for taking the attention away from your elder sibling who recently got a promotion. It wasn’t until a group of O’Khasis knights and a carriage was brought around in front of your house that your family finally believed you.

As you began to bring all of your belongings to the carriage with the help of the knights, your family pleaded with you to share your earnings with them. Guilt tripping you and saying things along the lines of “You’re abandoning your own blood!” and “You can’t just turn your backs on us!”. Of course, you responded by purposely turning your back to them, inciting a rage in your family as the carriage took off to your new home.

A smile graced your lips as you watched them fade away from sight.

You would not miss their company one bit.

When you were brought to your quarters, you could barely stop your jaw from dropping at just how big the room was. The space itself was bigger than your family’s house; with windows large enough to start from the ceiling and end by the floor, to a massive carpet beneath your boots, and the ginormous bed they laid at the middle back wall of the room.

That doesn’t even begin with the wardrobe packed full of official-like clothes for your job!

It was amazing.

You would make sure to thank the High Priest for this later.

Of course, besides the room, there was the job you were given as well.

Besides the basic job of organizing papers, setting up meetings, and managing his schedule, things looked like they were going to get… messy.

It all started off easy, with the High Priest giving you directions as to what your job entailed; giving you a basic outline as to what he expected from you and how you were to act. It was pretty intense, but hey, that’s what you expected from someone in a high level of power such as his.

As weeks went by, your job became more and more interesting. Usually during meetings, you would be asked by High Priest Zane to take notes, however, as of recently whenever he’d meet with one of the members of the Jury, you would be asked to step into the hallway as they spoke.

Now, you have never been impolite, so you’ve never once purposely eavesdropped on a conversation. However… 

It wasn’t your fault that the voices from behind the door were loud enough to hear, right?

You couldn’t help but overhear a scuffle from behind the door, a raised voice along with a thump.

What the hell was going on in there?

After a bit of a wait, a disgruntled member of the Jury rushed out the door, mumbling some sort of curses against the priest, leaving the door ajar.

Guessing it wasn’t that great of a meeting.

You took the opportunity of the opened door to peak your head in, taking a look around the room.

What you saw confused you, as the rug before his desk was moved slightly, with something on the floor that looked like… is that a tooth? And there seemed to be a stain by the edge of the carpet as well…

Just what happened during this meeting of theirs?

Your eyes soon found the priest, facing the window with his hands behind his back.

Without turning around, but seemingly sensing your presence, his voice echoed through the room. “Ah, that was quite a meeting.” He turned around to face your peeping eyes. “You can come in, you know.”

Shit.

Your body practically froze for a few seconds, hoping he was referring to someone else. But when it seemed that no one else was around, you began to slowly move toward his desk.

“High Priest Zane, I apologize for-” “Please, just call me Zane.” He rounded his desk and began to walk around you, his watchful eye never leaving you. “If we truly are going to work together I hope that we can be our true selves around each other, yes?”

You nodded. “Yes, High Pr- I mean Zane.”

“Good, good. Seems we’re already getting more acquainted.” His deep voice gave you chills as he continued to pace around you. “You know, those clothes I picked out for you truly make you look like a different person than when I first met you.” He smirked as he watched you repeatedly turn around to face him.

“You picked these out?”

He let out a deep chuckle. “Why of course I did. I have a keen eye for fashion, can’t you tell?” His hand gestured to his own attire as his eye wandered over you once more. He then turned to the door and shut it.

He was mad at you, wasn’t he? You peeped in when you weren’t supposed to and now you’re going to get fired- oh my Irene he’s definitely mad. The man began to approach you slowly. His boots sounded against the wooden floor before finally making contact with the carpet you stood on.

He approached you slowly, coming face to face with you. He slowly began to reach his hand out to your face, in which you responded by closing your eyes. You couldn’t help but gulp, which resulted in him humming in response.

You could feel his hot breath against your skin.

You slowly felt him as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, before he leaned in to whisper to you.

“You truly fascinate me.” His hand then cupped your cheek with his palm which caused you to open your eyes. 

What you were met with was an extraordinary blue; one like you’ve never seen. You never noticed from afar, but close up? His eye was so enchanting, especially when it was focused on you.

You could barely tell that your own lips opened slightly as you were in awe of your superior’s appearance. He looked so ethereal up close- as if he were one of the gods you heard about in preachings before.

He began to lean in closer, causing your nerves to grow.

The priest simply placed a kiss on your forehead, before slowly pulling his hands back from you.

The action left you stunned.

As he walked past you to his desk, you simply stood in the middle of the room frozen, not knowing what in Irene’s name you should do next.

“I think that’ll be all for today.” He spoke nonchalantly, sitting in his chair while beginning to sign different papers. "You are dismissed."

You gave a quick “excuse me” as you left the room, your heart racing as you made your way to your own quarters for the night.

Your mind couldn’t help but be left scrambled after such a scenario.

What just happened?

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[lovelaurs]

may i request headcanons for a poly relationship for mcd!lucinda x reader x mcd!travis? preferably set towards the end of season 2 and if you want feel free to mix in some suggestive headcanons as well.

TAKE IT ALL IN, DARLING

pairing : mcd lucinda x travis x gn reader synopsis : list of headcanons of how they'd act in relationship all together. tags : romantic, cuddling, flirting, kissing, making out, suggestive a/n : first polyam request, woohoo! these headcanons were very fun to write, so i hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

LUCINDA

✧.* She may act carefree at first, but as your relationship grows stronger over time, she becomes a bit protective of you both.

✧.* Very playful and flirts whenever she's around the two of you. It could just be a quick pet name, grazing both of your bodies with her hand, or sensually whispering into your ears as she passes by.

✧.* She likes to tease the two of you most of all; especially Travis. Both of you are not immune to her advances are very vulnerable at the hand of her smooth silky voice. You two can't seem to process anything much after she messes with you.

✧.* Lucinda loves to play with your hair. She loves the feeling of both of your hair types and sometimes braids it for you! Travis keeps his small, cute braids throughout the week if he can help it.

✧.* She is a very dominating person, whether it is conversation or in private behind closed doors. She likes to take control and steer you both in ways of both strategy during battles or in the sheets.

✧.* When kissing you two, she lays atop, straddling your waists as she pokes and prods at your sensitive necks. She's one to push you both to your limit, bringing you to the brink before pulling back with a smirk and stopping altogether.

TRAVIS

✧.* He seems to act very strong when it comes to flirting, but when you or Lucinda flirt with him back? Oh it's over for him. He gets easily embarrassed when anyone returns his advances and turns bright red.

✧.* He's for sure clingy. Being away from you two for so long gets him antsy, and he finds himself drawn towards you, holding you close after such a long day apart.

✧.* Travis is a very touchy person. But of course, he doesn't touch you without your permission. From holding both of your hands to cuddling with you two; he can't seem to separate himself from you or Lucinda.

✧.* He loves to give you two gifts. Whether it is simple flowers, or rocks he finds cool, he's always adorning you with different items every week. It keeps you both on your toes whenever he enters the room.

✧.* Travis seeks affirmation constantly. Always seeking you two out to make sure you both still love him. Of course, the answers always yes. He's very nervous about how you both feel around him, and always asks if he's doing something wrong, which you assure him he isn't. Over time he learns to overcome his anxiety regarding your relationship.

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[lovelaurs]

Please do it I would love to read a fic about freaking Laurence getting his glass prescription or something like that. ( also i head cannon laur has such bad vision and he has to wear grandpa glasses) 

AN EYE FOR DETAIL

featuring : laurance, cadenza, & castor synopsis : cadenza convinces laurance to finally get glasses. but when they arrive for his appointment, something seems a bit off about this optometrist. tags : poor eyesight laurance, eye care, getting glasses, silly shenanigans, traumatized forever word count : 1.3k a/n : as someone who has incredibly bad eyesight and refused to wear my glasses for years, i figured, "hey, why don't i project my issues onto laurance?". well, that's what i did. the man has poor eyesight now. enjoy!

MASTERLIST

“I’m not wearing them, Cadenza!”

Laurance yelled, staring daggers at the pair of glasses within his sister’s hands.

“I mean- just look at it! It’s practically a relic!”

The glasses in question were his Grandfather’s; as they were very ancient looking in appearance. A lot was simply wrong about these spectacles: a slight crack had formed on the left lens, along with the hinges being extremely loose, and not to mention the thing just overall looking like it was from the 1960s.

In short? They sucked.

“Look, Laurance. I wouldn’t have to force you to wear these if you simply just, oh I don’t know, went to the eye doctor?” Cadenza put her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrow at the brunette.

Laurance twitched at the thought.

The eye doctor? Like hell he was going to the Optometrist!

Ever since he got pink eye when he was younger after playing with the pigs on his farm, he had always been afraid of the optometrist. 

When he went in initially for a consultation all those years ago; the tools, lenses, and prescriptions freaked him out. Of course, he only needed eyedrops, so he wasn’t in dire need for any specific treatment, but still… The very idea of it horrified the poor man.

His eyes had always been sensitive.

The smallest eyelash, a drop of water, the slightest amount of soap from the shower; any of these things would easily bring the man to his knees in defeat. Hell, even seeing blurry or smudges through glasses would make his eyes water. 

He was pretty vulnerable.

That is why this man downright refused to get his eyes checked.

The concept of looking through a possibly blurry lens just sends chills up his spine. Even though the action was needed to help prescribe the exact lenses he needed to see better, he just couldn’t bear it.

“I just- I can’t go, alright! That place freaks me out!” Laurance crossed his arms, raising his head in defiance.

Cadenza sighed, pulling out her phone. “If you don’t come with me to get glasses… I’ll text our dads to not allow you to babysit Caleb for a month.”

Laurance gasped dramatically, bringing a hand to his chest. “You wouldn’t dare.”

She flipped her phone over to Laurance, showing him the already typed out message she planned to send to Joh and Hayden. “Try me.”

Within the next hour, the two scheduled an appointment.

About a month later, Laurance was nervously pacing on the sidewalk outside a building named “Castor’s Eye Care”.

The brunette began to bite his nails nervously as Cadenza grabbed her purse from the car, rolling her eyes. She closed the car door behind her before walking up to her brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, Laurance. It’ll be fine.”

“You’ll stay with me the whole time, right?”

At that, Cadenza winced. “Well… um…”

Laurance’s eyes widened before he covered his face with his hands. “Oh Irene, you’re leaving me.”

She released his shoulder, shaking her hands. “No, not at all! I’ll still be in the building with you, but I need to get my own reading glasses repaired.”

She started to walk towards the door, until she turned around to find Laurance standing in the same spot. 

“Clock’s ticking, Laurance. Come on!” She looped her arm through his and dragged him along as he groaned.

As they stepped into the bright building, Laurance was immediately overwhelmed by just how many pairs of glasses there were across the walls.

Laurance looked around, his nerves starting to get to him, while Cadenza approached the desk to check them in. The generic pop music playing over the speakers was not helping in the slightest

After making sure they were ready for their appointments, Cadenza sat down on the bench by the window and patted the other side, silently asking Laurance to join her.

He sat down beside her, his leg shaking up and down as he kept his eyes focused on the door. Something in the back of his mind wished that the hinges would break, causing it to shut tight forever.

He never wanted to see beyond that very door.

Unfortunately, life seemed to always go against the poor brunette, as the door swiftly opened to reveal an older man with frizzled hair and a bandana. He looked around, almost confused, before his eyes landed on Laurance.

The man pointed at Laurance sternly, then motioned for him to come over.

Laurance nervously looked at Cadenza who nodded and pushed him out of the chair, causing Laurance to stumble forward. She smiled, speaking through her teeth, “Get your ass in there now or so help me, Laurance.”

With that, Laurance quickly made his way over to the curious looking optometrist, following him into the room.

The man motioned for him to sit on the chair, to which Laurance quietly complied; adjusting onto the leather chair with frantic nerves.

What didn’t help his anxiety were the countless pictures of chickens across the room’s walls.

Why were there so many chickens?

As the somewhat odd man began funneling through the cabinets, seeming to be looking for something, Laurance thought it best to break the tension with some small talk.

“So… how long have you been an eye doctor for?” He asked. He winced at the feedback that came from the song Toxic by Britney Spears playing obnoxiously through the telecom above. 

“Ah, well, only a few weeks! Can you believe how easy it is to get a license in this sort of thing- aha found it!”

What.

As it seemed the man found the tool he was looking for, he whipped around to face Laurance with it in hand.

He was going to die here, wasn’t he?

Laurance tugged at his collar nervously, his leg continuing to bounce. “Wow that’s uh… certainly fast, Mr…?”

“Mr. Castor!”

Oh gods.

The building was named Castor’s Eye Care… this newly graduated doctor had finished his lessons and rented out a building all within the same month.

Laurance silently repeated prayers to Irene in his head as Castor approached, mysterious tool in hand. His eyes seemed to focus too bluntly on the object as Castor followed his line of sight to it. He quickly averted his eyes to one of the many pictures of chickens hanging about.

“Ah, this old thing?” He motioned at the tool. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to fear! I’ve only been officially certified for a few weeks, but I’ve been doing this sort of thing in the Black Market for years!”

Black Market?! Who the hell allowed this guy to start a business?!

“Now, let’s take a look at those pretty green eyes of yours, shall we?”

His eyes were blue. He couldn’t even tell the color of his eyes– oh my Irene he was done for.

About an hour later, an absolutely horrified Laurance walked out of the room, his eyes blown wide in horror, red veins visible as Dr. Castor gave him a pat on the back.

“You did very well, Laurance! I can’t wait to see you back here to pick up your glasses in a few weeks!”

He has to come back?!

Laurance awkwardly laughed loudly, backing away while giving finger guns to the man. “G-Great! Can’t wait!”

The brunette quickly turned around, his eyes landing on Cadenza who was waiting by the bench, waving. She stood up and put her new glasses case in her purse before approaching Laurance.

“Ah, Laurance! You’re finally done! How was it-”

Without a second thought, Laurance pulled her by the arm and quickly raced out the store. 

When the two made it to their car, Laurance had his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

“Laurance? What’s wrong?”

“Britney Spears. Chickens. Black Market. Crazy.” He panted out the words, taking long pauses between each one. He quickly raised his head, looking Cadenza dead in the eyes.

“I’m never going back there again.”

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[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?”

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we get into some gwenanigans around here...

— INTRO : ★

hi guys! my name is gwen, i'm a 20 year old nonbinary aro lesbian, and i'm a fanfic writer on ao3 & tumblr! i mainly write minecraft diaries & mystreet based fics, but hopefully will expand to new horizons (other aphverse series) soon! some things about me are that i REALLY love laurance zvahl. like, a lot. not to mention i'm downright obsessed with the megamind franchise as well!

if you ever want to talk, don't be afraid to reach out! whether it's my inbox or dms, i'm always up to chat!

for fic requests, i have officially closed them! i do not believe i will be opening them at all in the near future, nor ever, however i will be keeping up all my request works i've posted! check out my masterlist if you're interested (but do keep in mind that they suck and i hate them 💀).

MASTERLIST • AO3

this should go without saying, but please don't repost my works!

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Can we get some Katelyn and Jeffory domestic fluff in MCD? Maybe Jeffory taking care of Katelyn while she's sick right before he takes her job in Pikoro?

ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU

pairing : mcd katelyn & jeffory synopsis : katelyn falls ill while watching over pikoro and jeffory is sent to take over her job. but of course, the golden heart himself went straight to katelyn's quarters to take care of her first. tags : sick fic, domestic, fluff, platonic, slight romantic tension (if you squint) word count : 717 a/n : since there was no x between the names, i took this as more of a platonic request, but just in case i sprinkled a little tension at the end just for sillies! i hope you enjoy!

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Katelyn couldn’t help that she felt awful.

Really, she couldn’t.

Her muscles felt heavy against the plush mattress provided by O’Khasis, unable to move around much due to the pounding sensation that rang through her head. 

Her body ran hot; sweating profusely through each sheet. And yet, every time she would rip the blanket off of her, chills would run down her arms and she’d have to cover herself once more.

Honestly, she just couldn’t win with this.

Out of nowhere while patrolling Pikoro, she fell ill, having to resign to her quarters until a replacement Jury member arrived.

Luckily enough, the only Jury member close enough to take her place was Jeffory, The Golden Heart.

Oh, Jeffory.

She had been ecstatic (or as ecstatic as a sick person could be) at his arrival. Yes, he ran straight to Katelyn’s quarters without question once he heard of her falling ill. 

The man truly had his priorities straight, as friends and family would always come first before his job.

He opened the door to Katelyn’s room quietly, not knowing if she was asleep or not. Jeffory closed the door silently with his boot as he held hot broth with a spoon in his hands.

He set them down on the nightstand beside her bed, before turning to pull up a chair besides her.

“You don’t have to be so quiet. You know I’m awake, right?”

Jeffory sighed, pulling along a chair to the side of her bed. “Of course it’s like you to not get proper rest while sick.” He chuckled, motioning for her to lean forward so she could eat. “I was so sure you had finally given in, but alas… Katelyn The Fire Fist is stronger than that, eh?”

Katelyn set herself upward, playfully punching Jeffory on the shoulder. “You know, if I wasn’t so incapacitated by this fever, I’d totally send you hurtling towards several hay stacks.” 

“I seriously doubt that.” Jeffory sang, lifting up the bowl of soup with one hand and the spoon in the other. “Now say, ‘ahhh’.”

He motioned the spoon towards her mouth, while Katelyn frowned and furrowed her brows. “You’re joking.”

He giggled at the sight. “Come on, just eat the soup! It’ll help you get better, you know!” 

Katelyn swiped away the bowl and spoon, beginning to sip on the broth herself. “I know that, genius. I’d just prefer it if you would let me eat on my own.”

After a few tiny sips, and then a bunch of large gulps, Katelyn had drained the bowl of its contents within a few moments. After handing the bowl back to Jeffory; who set it aside, Katelyn quickly fell back down onto her pillow with a sigh.

“Everything is so hot and cold… I’m dying over here!” She groaned, closing her eyes.

With that, Jeffory got up and left the room– leaving behind a very confused Katelyn.

He soon returned with a wet cloth in hand, smiling. “What? Did you really think I was going to abandon you so soon?”

Katelyn chuckled, snuggling into the blanket more. “I wish.”

Jeffory placed the wet cloth on her head, causing her to exhale softly at the cool damp cloth.

This was exactly what she needed.

As soon as he saw the satisfied smile on her face, he stood up and pushed the chair against the wall, ready to head out.

“Oh so now you’re leaving?”

“It seems like my job here is done, Ms. Fire Fist.” He grinned. “Besides, I have to take on your job, remember? I don’t want them to question my loyalty to Zane, after all.”

Katelyn groaned at that name. “That damn heir brat…” She looked over to see Jeffory snickering at the comment.

After coughing to clear his throat from laughter, he paced over to the door, opening it. “We have to do what we must, Katelyn. I hope to see you better soon.”

His eyes lingered on her form for only a moment, a feeling of comfort washing upon him as he looked upon her, before finally turning to walk out of the room.

“Hey, Jeffory!” Katelyn called out to him.

He turned back around from the doorway. “Yeah?”

“Good luck out there! You’re going to need it!’

Looks like she’ll be better in no time.

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[lovelaurs]

Very clever. Drink your water.

YIPEE!!!! :33

[lovelaurs]

REQUEST RULES : what i will and won't write! | MASTERLIST

— IMPORTANT : ★

please make sure to check my bio for whether or not my requests are open! my pinned post also has a list of how many of my requests i have completed of the ones previously submitted!

as silly as it is to say; i am biased. if i am given a request involving laurance, that request will be given priority. as i am the one writing the fics, writing requests of many characters can get tiring, so i prefer sometimes to get myself back into the zone by writing my favorite character before other requests (this does not mean your request will be deleted, i will just simply put it in a queue to write!).

in regards to what i will and won't write, please understand that i am going based off what i myself am most comfortable with. if you put a request in my inbox that in any way, shape, or form makes me uncomfortable, i have the right to refuse it. please respect that before submitting any requests!

below you will find the list of everything i will and won't write!

— MY WRITING RULES : ★

WHO WILL I WRITE?

i will write:

mcd characters : if you couldn't tell by now, i absolutely am OBSESSED with minecraft diaries. because of this, any fics i decide to write myself WILL be based in that universe.

mystreet characters : as much as i prefer mcd, i am very much opem to writing mystreet! however, please clarify on your request that it is mystreet, or i will default to writing minecraft diaries!

void paradox characters : i am so obsessed with this mini series and the lore behind it! i will be glad to write about it! but don't expect me to know mod mod world lore since i haven't seen it in years!

i won't write:

romantic aaron x readers : first off, i'd like to say i have nothing against aaron fans! i just personally do not wish to write of him in a romantic way as it makes me uncomfortable. this does NOT mean i won't write him at all! i will 100% write him in a platonic way in requests!

romantic pdh characters x readers : since i am 19, i don't feel comfortable writing x readers of underage characters. i will, however, write platonic and pdh characters x each other though!

side series characters : it has been a LONG time since i have seen any of her other mini side series, so i don't remember much from them! unless they are listed above, i am not going to write series such as inner demons, heart point, ultra nova, etc! this will change in the future when i get to rewatching them!

WHAT WILL I WRITE?

i will write:

romance : i love writing romantic pairings! whether it be of pre-existing characters or x readers, i'm open to it in general! but PLEASE clarify in your request that you mean x character and NOT & character!

platonic : i really enjoy writing friendship fics as well! so feel free to send in any pairing or group and i'll gladly write them! but please be sure to clarify it's platonic in your request!

sequels : if you like a particular one shot i have written, feel free to request a part 2 or more! i'm definitely interested in expanding upon previous stories!

poly : i am completely down to write polyamory relationships! as someone who is poly themself, i truly wish there was more representation! also, please make sure to clarify in which way the relationship goes and who is dating who as well!

prompts : i love having a sense of direction to go in, so prompts are greatly encouraged! but don't worry, if you don't have one, i can write up a scenario myself!

suggestive : i will write suggestive content from time to time or insinuate at topics if the content is right! i will not write suggestive on requests unless it is specifically stated! please do NOT request this if you are a minor.

drabbles : writing little stories and or my thoughts on different scenarios i have in my brain are definitely something i'm interested in! so please share your ideas so i can ramble on about that!

headcanons : i love writing headcanons for characters! so if you have a character in mind with a certain topic as well, i will gladly write about it! or with no topic at all i'll just list my thoughts!

angst : i personally love to torture these characters and make them suffer more than they do in canon (sorry). so feel free to send any angst requests and i'll happily write them!

i won't write:

proship material : anything involving underage characters or problematic themes shed in a good light will NOT be apart of my writing no matter what. if i feel uncomfortable with a request i will simply reject it.

gendered readers : as someone who uses they/them pronouns myself, i prefer to write gender neutral works in which EVERYONE can see themselves in! so, for any requests, please expect them to be done with either they/them pronouns used, or with no mention of gender!

smut : as of right now, i haven't written many x readers yet, and would prefer to keep nsfw out of my writings for now! i might change my mind in the future, so be sure to check this list often to make sure!

anything i feel uncomfortable with : obviously, i'm going to have my own personal preferences as well, so please do not be offended if i turn down any requests that contain content i feel unsure about!

lastly, i'd like to add that if you have any questions or need clarifications on anything here, don't be afraid to ask in my inbox!