#mcd x reader

[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.

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

[romeavedefenders]

mystreet boys & nicknames

characters; laurance, gene & zenix x reader

author; kiri

a/n: my first post! it's a bit simple, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. remember, asks are open for feedback and requests <3

c/w: reader is referred to with gendered terms a few times.

Laurance

This man is a big fan of any nickname that gets you flustered, but he has a few particular favourites.

Love and beautiful are nicknames he uses on the regular, so much so that it occasionally makes you wonder if he even remembers your actual name. In fact, Laurance rarely uses your name - why should he, when he has a repertoire of nicknames that fit you perfectly?

Out of all the men mentioned in this post (maybe even out of all the men in MyStreet), Laurance is the frontrunner and reigning champion in making up sickeningly sweet nicknames, such as sugarcakes, buttercup, light of my life, etc.  If stringing together random words into an affectionate term was a crime, he’d be in federal prison at this point. He usually does this to get a rise out of you, especially in front of your mutual friends (who all think its equal parts funny and embarrassing), but he also just enjoys it. He thinks it’s a cute thing to do, and doesn’t really care if others find it odd or embarrassing. Why should he?

He mostly uses your actual name when calling for you or if you’re arguing, mainly to underline that he’s being serious. It’s not really a conscious decision. I like to think that it’s a habit he picked up from Cadenza when they were kids. At some point, this becomes so ingrained in your dynamic that if he, for whatever reason, calls you by your real name, you automatically start wondering if something’s wrong, and if you’re an overthinker…well that can snowball quickly.

Again, that’s not a conscious decision - hence the slip up. Once Laurance becomes aware of this, either by you telling him or him noticing (because if there is one thing this man is, it’s observant), he’ll actually start trying to alternate between using a nickname and your name more often, especially during serious conversations or arguments. Mainly because he is slightly disturbed by the idea that he accidentally had you associating your name with you two arguing.

Another nickname he uses is angel, though it’s reserved for more intimate moments when he gets really sappy. It’s accompanied by whispers of adoration, confessions of love, and reminders of how much you mean to him. He genuinely believes he’s the luckiest man alive to have you, wonderful you, as his partner. You brighten up all of his days, even those you aren’t present for, and bring out the best in him. Sounds a lot like what an angel would do, doesn’t it?

Gene

Another man who loves to make you flustered.

Babe is one he uses often, but for him it’s more a word that's interchangeable with your name, rather than a term of endearment. Still, if someone else called you that - you’d have a really annoyed Gene on your hands. Exceptions are made for people like Lucinda, who will call everyone and their mom every nickname in the book.

A nickname he absolutely loves to use is doll. He thinks it’s really cute (and these days, unique), and it almost never fails to make you blush. Especially when it's accompanied by his signature smirk and husky voice - that usually has a playful lilt to it. When you’re busy doing something, he loves to come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and mumble a small “hey doll” into your ear - and if that’s not distracting you enough, he might press a few kisses to your cheek, slowly trailing them down to your jaw.

Another thing he does is add “my” to almost any nickname he uses - “my doll”, “my darling” or just a plain old “my girl/boy”, depending on what you’re comfortable with.

On that note, he’ll sometimes say “good girl/boy” as a response to you listening to him, mostly to get a reaction out of you. And Gene, being the little prick he can be, will deliberately stop saying it for a while if he even suspects you’re getting used to it. It’s really just an ace up his sleeve that he loves to pull whenever you don’t expect it, and your reactions entertain him endlessly.

He’ll also call you sweetheart, though not nearly as often. It’s mostly used when he’s trying to comfort you, or if he himself is having a really shitty day and just needs you nearby (preferably, in his arms).

I cannot remember if this was confirmed or not, but i HC Gene as being at least partly hispanic, so i think he might occasionally use spanish terms of endearment such as mi amor or mi cielo.

Zenix

Honestly, this guy isn’t really all that big on nicknames (unless dumbass, pain in the ass and idiot count). He has nothing against them, but you already have a name, and he likes it, so why not use it? He’s not great at thinking of good ones either, and he feels like most of them just don’t roll off the tongue that naturally. Nicknames like love, darling and dear feel especially awkward to him, and it’s only slightly because emotional vulnerability and casual proclamations of love scare the shit out of him.

Like Gene, he’ll use babe more than others, though mostly in an obnoxious way. If he wants something, or is just being whiny in general, he’ll call you that until you give him the attention he wants.

If you like nicknames, he honestly tries really hard. Most of them just feel really awkward to him, and he doesn’t really see the point until you start calling him various nicknames, and it kind of clicks in his head why people like it so much.

At some point you stop using them, thinking they make him uncomfortable, and he gets genuinely upset. He stumbles through a flustered explanation, where the bottomline is that withholding affection from him like that should be considered a crime, a description you laugh at, but take to heart. When you tell him that you simply assumed he was uncomfortable because he doesn’t call you anything in return, he grumbles about how assumptions are stupid and you should just ask him instead.

Still, Zenix knows it takes two to tango, and after that, he grows a bit more comfortable with nicknames. He tries out a bunch, but it’s mostly because he gets a kick out of your reactions. 

In private, he likes to call you sexy, mostly as a joke. There is truth to it of course, he thinks you’re extremely attractive, but the word is just really funny to him. Plus, your flushed face is one hell of a bonus. He would never dare call you that in front of others, especially not Gene and Sasha, so that’s a prime opportunity to get revenge for whatever torment he puts you through.

Honorable mention; hot stuff is another one he might use, for the same reason.

Zenix also really likes to just refer to you as “mine”. He’s possessive, moreso out of insecurity than distrust, though he does find it difficult to put his faith in anyone - especially a romantic partner, which he struggles to admit. He needs a lot of reassurance, which sometimes just comes in the form of calling you his, and with you affirming.

Unironically (well, kind of) refers to you as his partner in crime. Both in private and with others; it’s not that sweet, sure, but it’s a nice middle ground for him when calling you more affectionate names seems so daunting, especially when others can hear. It kind of becomes your thing after a while, even if one day he grows comfortable enough to express his love for you differently.

Zane

He probably grew up with his parents calling each other all kinds of classy terms of endearment like honey, darling, love, and beloved, and I feel like that kind of carries over to him. In the beginning of the relationship at least. He has other nicknames he prefers to use later on.

Beloved is the one that always sticks. It’s simple, but carries a lot of meaning - literally referring to someone or something that is “dearly loved”. And that perfectly describes how he feels about you.

Zane is not the type to use many terms of endearment in public, if any at all. Not out of shyness, he’s just a pretty private person, and while he doesn’t mind PDA, he doesn’t see the need to flaunt everything about his relationship out in the open. He views terms of endearment as a pretty intimate thing by default, and while he doesn’t mind you using them in public (it makes him smile, honestly), he prefers to keep it to a minimum.

If this bothers you, he’ll use them in front of your friends a bit more often. He doesn’t want you to think that he doesn’t love you enough to show it in front of others.

In private, on the other hand? He’s a sucker for cute nicknames like muffin or pumpkin, both of which he uses a lot. As soon as the door shuts behind you two, he’s practically forgetting your given name in favor of those two. He prefers pumpkin, not for any particular reason. It’s also the one he defaults to when you’re upset. He’ll notice quite quickly, and move you to a quiet area, offering you a hug and mumbling “what’s wrong, pumpkin?” into your hair.

He’s not rapid-firing nicknames like Laurance is, but he’s quite close in the race. It’s just a simple way for him to remind you that he cares about you, something intimate he saves just for you. His family have heard him call you sweet things before (and they definitely enjoy this softer side of him), but he tries to keep it between the two of you.

Nicknames he uses less often, and definitely in a more teasing manner, are bunny or kitty, sometimes just pet. You would not catch him dead calling you any of these in front of anyone else, not even while completely wasted, but if you’re alone and he feels like teasing you? He’s pulling out all the stops.

Pet is one he especially uses when he’s trying to convince you to do something for him. Most of the time, it’s something mundane, like taking care of yourself properly - or making him a cup of tea because he’s too lazy to get up. He knows you can’t say say no when he uses just the right tone of voice, even if you’re cursing him as you stomp off to do whatever it is he said.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

[talesofpheonixdrop]

hi! i'd like to ask for a laurance nsfw fic if that's ok? mostly just him guiding you through it and being so sweet through out it!

Minors! DNI! 18+ Only

Oh yes, yes, you ABSOLUTELY can!!! Ah so exciting!! Also this is my fist ever smut fic sooo-

Synopsis: You and Laurance haven't had your first time yet, and before you do, you want him to teach you how to make him feel good~

▪︎☆Pretty Please☆▪︎

"F-fuck" he whimpers tightly clutching the sheets at his side, the warm candlelight shining on his tense jaw as he restrains from reaching out to touch you.

Funny how just a experimental brush of your hand to his cock could have such a reaction.

"Heh, warn a guy, huh?" He gives a half chuckle face flushed dark as he reaches forward to lace his fingers with yours.

"Let's slow it down huh? There's no rush," he coos softly "start off with some of the oil first, it'll make things smoother for both of us" he whispers, pulling your hand towards his lips to place a small chaste kiss to your knuckles before he releases it to lean back again. Letting you do as you please at your own pace again.

The sight in front of you is maddening, Laurance bare, looking down to you with blown out pupils and kiss swollen lips, illuminated in the dark room only by candlelight. Attempting to rub your thighs together for any semblance of relief while you focus on your brunette lover.

Dribbling some of the oil from the flask over your fingers, you hear Laurance's breath hitch as you rub the lubricant between your fingers. A shiver runs through you at the way his pale blue eyes are alight with lust.

"FUuck Love~" Laurance groans pitching forward and lolling his head back when your hand wraps around his base. Breath picking up speed as you slowly raise and lower your fist around him, he's warm and incredibly smooth in your hand.

"h-hold on" he whimpers putting his hand over yours to stop you, the worry you feel must be evident on your face as he inhales a sharp breath then coos at you. "Hey your... fuck your doing so good- I just, wasn't ready for you to leap in like that-" He gives a debauched Moan as your hand twitches causing you too lightly squeeze his cock. Squeezing his eyes closed tightly your eyes flash back down when warm pre drips down your fingers moving your thumb up to brush over the head in response causing his hips to buck into your first in turn. "Ah- that feels so good- please-" he whines lightly releasing your hand so you can continue slowly stroking him. It's easy to ignore the pulsing heat between your legs with Laurance's low groans and whispered praise. Eventually the moment gets ahead of you, salivating at the clenching muscles and debauched expression on your lover's face, you don't allow yourself a moment to be nervous or think as you lean forward to take his leaking head into your mouth, its salty with a metallic tang but it's hard to think about it with the guttural noise that tore itself from the guard or the way his hands flew to your hair holding you in place as thick hot cum paints the back of your throat. The taste isn't very pleasant but what comes after is. As soon as Laurance is clear of the aftershocks of his sudden peak he gathers you up in his arms. Pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses all over your face, no hint of hesitation about the taste of himself on you " 'm sorry" he whispers " I love you so much, so so good" and a million more sweet nothings whispered against your skin until his heart rate slows. Just as you wrap your arms around his neck contented to stay entangled with each other for the night he smirks "You're turn."

[starhvney]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd laurance x reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when your lover can’t calm himself from a nightmare, you try to calm him through a connection only you can give

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: angst with comfort, shadow knight laurance, once again i present laurance angst, yet another fic where i write laurance obsessing over reader’s safety, do i have a thing for it? yeah, do something about it, also can you catch the canon line i slid in here? i couldn’t help myself

𝐂𝐖: nsfw/smut. unprepped sex, large size difference, does this count as monster fucking? not really? but he’s a big boy

𝐀/𝐍: thank you to @thebunnednun for giving me this prompt!! shadow knight laurance *convulses* anyways i hope this is coherent guys i wrote most of it last night while half asleep ahshah

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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

you had been just there.

right at his fingertips.

at the comfortable distance where he knew he could protect you if something went wrong.

but it’s never enough, is it?

one second you were next to him, the next you were separated by what could practically be considered a herd of shadow souls. he didn’t know where they came from. he hadn’t even sensed them. but now they were overwhelming him, and overwhelming you, too.

he had even transformed, using every ounce of power he could to tear through the shadows around him. his movements still somehow managed to be too slow—too sluggish. each one he cut down it seemed like two more were on him, and two more were on you.

your screams were haunting. over everything he could hear, your cries for his help echoed against his eardrums, shaking his head like a bell.

“laurance, please!”

he has to get to you. he has to. he thinks he can as he slices through several of them, before one of them leaps towards him, knocking him down onto the ground with a groaning screech.

“no! get off of me!” he groans, struggling to push it away enough to grab his sword.

immediately it digs its claws into his cheek, and despite trying to turn away the sensation doesn’t leave his skin.

“laurance!” the soul cries, the empty and dark void of its mouth mimicking your voice. your distress.

it was mocking your pain in his face.

his vision is tinted red.

“laurance!”

he’s going to kill it. he has to. he has to kill.

“laurance, get up!”

his vision goes dark, but he can move again, and he lunges forward, pinning down the soul closest to him and keeping it there. he’s going to kill it once his eyes focus again.

he got it. where’s his sword?

“laurance?!” the soul asks in a panic, its voice clearer and a lot more like yours than the warbled disjointed one from before.

it felt smaller, too.

his hands squeeze against the arms of the creature to keep it in place. he knows he has to kill it, but there’s a part of him screaming at him to stop, but it’s drowned by the echoes of your screams for his help. what’s happening? why is it so dark right now?

“it’s me!” you hiccup, eyes wide and breaths short.

this wasn’t him right now.

no, not when your body was telling you to run. that you were in danger. not when you look up to see unfocused and rageful dark red irises trying to focus on something, his chest heaving as a whirlwind of unstable emotions seemed to batter against his rib cage.

you knew something was wrong when you had woken up so suddenly and so late, your skin sticky with sweat and feeling strangely on edge as your mind wandered to the possibilities.

why do you feel like you’re in danger right now? was it a predator? something lurking in the shadows of your room?

when you’d turned to get a look at your lover, you had your answer. he hadn’t completely transformed in his sleep, his armor hadn’t formed against his body and he still wore the thin and loose linen sleepwear he’d gone to bed with last night.

but it wasn’t loose anymore—he was nearly bulging out of it his already tall legs now hanging over the edge of the frame. his skin wasn’t that beautiful olive shade, but rather a desaturated almost deathly pale color. and his eyes. they weren’t open, but the skin underneath them showed unnaturally red veins that webbed from his eyelids just under the skin.

what was he dreaming about that had him transforming into a shadow knight in his sleep?

after some hesitation, you had reached out to his cheek to wake him up, calling out his name as he seemed to almost growl in his sleep. you almost regret your decision when blood red eyes snap open in a frenzy, and a split second later you find yourself forcefully pinned against the sheets.

you can see it. the instability on his face. he wasn’t here with you in this moment, his judgment was clouded by whatever rage had overtaken him in his dream. but what could you do? he already had you, his hands holding down your arms rather painfully and heavy body pinning you in place. the only thing you could possibly be capable of was to soothe him with your words.

“laurance… it’s me. it’s me.” you whisper, cursing at how your voice was the least bit assuring as it shook. “you were dreaming. you’re here with me.”

his chest heaves with ragged breaths, expression twisted in a lost and distressed frenzy. the startling blood red of his eyes dart across your face, before locking onto your eyes.

there he is.

you see a piece of him return, as rage turns to horror and realization.

“you—it’s you.” he manages to get through disjointed breaths, whatever scene that was looping in his mind clearly still clouding his ability to calm down.

“it’s me.” you whisper.

he closes his eyes, pulling in a sharp breath as he lets go of your wrists and moves his hands to beside your head. he ducks his head, shoulders shaking and mouth curling in an expression that could only be described as pure self loathing.

“…it’s okay.” you breathe, your words quickly cut off by his own.

“it’s not.”

it’s harsher than he probably intended. his voice is hoarse and deep, an underlying growl there that he can’t seem to get rid of. you watch as a few sparks of ember float up into the air, fizzling out thankfully before it could hit your sheets or spark the wooden ceiling.

he was going to hurt you. you. you. you.

a second goes by and shakily you raise your hands, cupping his cheeks. “laurance. look at me.”

his jaw clenches and unclenches. once, twice, three, before he cracks open his eyes again, focusing on you.

“i’m okay. see?” you keep your voice hushed, thumbs running along the red veins beneath his eyes. “you need to calm down so you can transform back.”

“i ca—i can’t. you should’ve heard—no. no.” he shakes his head, lowering it again—but this time resting his face into the crook of your neck.

your heart sinks. he sounds so unstable. so panicked.

fingers drift up to the nape of his neck, massaging into the tense muscles there and drifting to the now impossibly broad expanse of his shoulders. they seemed to double your own, his form completely swallowing yours as he leaned over you. he breathes in, taking in your scent as his lips pressed against the juncture of your shoulder and neck. it makes your heart rate involuntarily spike, a shuddering breath leave your lips in a mix of fear and something else you don’t want to admit to.

a few more beats pass like this, you frozen under him like prey caught in the jaws of a predator, before his lips part and he bites down onto your skin.

his teeth were sharp, and a small whimper of discomfort involuntarily leaves your lips at the feeling.

it makes him flinch back and freeze in place, like once again he hadn’t even realized his own actions—the primal part of him taking over his rational thoughts.

“i can’t.” he mutters lowly, moving to get up, like he was going to leave. “

“no.” you quickly wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying to pull him down to you but instead pulling yourself up to him.

“i’m going to hurt you. i don’t have… control over myself right now—“

you gulp, before slinking your legs around his waist and pulling your hips up to connect with his.

he inhales sharply. “what are you doing?”

“you’re here with me. let me show you.”

“no. no, i’ll hurt you.” he says, groaning as you pull yourself closer and roll yourself into him.

there’s a low warning of your name from his lips, forehead dropping to rest against your collarbone. “you don’t know what you’re doing—”

“i do.” you reassure, cutting him off. “i want you.”

he settles back down with a groan, lifting his head to look at you. “i’m dangerous to you right now. why can’t you understand?”

leaning up, you connect your lips with his and he groans against you. you can feel his self control beginning to crumble, and the much thicker bulge pressing between your legs through the material of his pants and your nightgown.

“i understand.” you say. “i understand that i love you more.”

“you’re going to be,” he groans, the deeper timbre of his voice sending a shock of electricity down your spine. “the undoing of me.”

he rolls his hips down into yours, and you gasp. regularly, what was under his belt was nothing to scoff at—his flirtatious remarks irritatingly wasn’t just all talk. but now? in this form where he towered not one but two heads taller than you? just from him pressing into you alone you could tell he was huge.

this is what he needed, though. you can already feel the tense trembling of his muscles beginning to calm, his ragged and uneven breathing turning to just a shuddering tempo.

his hands find themselves on your hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin. “is this… what you want? tell me right now, because i’m losing my grip.”

you were almost ashamed of the damp spot that had already begun to form on your panties, and how just his touch was enough to send shockwaves through your nervous system.

“yes.”

it’s like a switch is flipped, whatever wall of self control his conscious had put up crumbling to the ground. his hips push down into yours, harsher this time, while his lips press into your skin. he begins to pull your skin between his teeth, suckling bruises against it while his hands no less than tear your nightgown from your body.

cool air hits your skin, a small gasp leaving your lips at his sudden eager need to have his skin on yours. his hands briefly leave your side, only to pull his own clothes and briefs from his form. you don’t dare to look down, the length that was pressing against your thigh enough to intimidate you.

“i—“ he stutters, the internal war being fought in his head stopping his movements. “i’ll hurt you. i don’t know if i can control myself.”

tilting your head up, you kiss him once again, fingers threading into his hair and massaging his scalp. “you won’t.”

he shudders against you, breathing in your scent and deepening the kiss. eagerly he shifts your hips, moving you closer with one hand and dragging the fat tip of his cock against your clit. you were already well lubricated with the slick that covered your folds, but you still weren’t sure if it would fit. regardless his lips continue to devour yours, pulling each breath from your lips and leaving you dizzy as he shifts his hips up, dragging the length against your folds and pulling back. the mere girth of it was startling, but you don’t get to think about it for long until you’re subjected to it, the tip bullying it’s way through your entrance.

he slowly keeps pushing in, making you feel like you were going to split in half by his size. the stretch was entirely new, an uncomfortable one you hadn’t felt before. it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop, either.

but you needed to breathe. managing to part from the messy lock of your lips with a gasp, you throw your head back with a shuddered moan. he keeps pulling out just so he can push back in deeper, each thrust somehow filling you out impossibly more. your body was protesting against the push, squeezing against his length like your insides were trying to shove him back out. each time you fluttered around his cock he’d groan lowly under his breath, the noise a gravelly sound that rattled against your ribs and send a lightheaded wave of pleasure up your spine.

your eyelashes flutter down, a shocked gasp leaving your lips when you see he’d barely pushed halfway through. he pulls his attention from the spot on your collarbone he’d been leaving bruising kisses on, eyes darting across your face as he keeps bullying his way inside. it was bordering on being painful, but the shocks of pleasure shooting through your nerves overpowered everything else.

the veins under his eyes had begun to recede, the red of his irises now dulling in color. his nose wrinkles for a moment as he looks at you, his hands cupping your face as a conflict of emotions crosses his face. you can tell what he was thinking, with the look of guilt that crosses over his eyes at the sight of your smaller body trembling underneath him.

he was meant to protect you. and everything in his nature now wanted him to do the opposite. even as he fought against it, it still wasn’t enough. your screams, real or not, still echo in his head.

he was always so gentle with you. always taking his time to make sure you—the most important thing to him—felt safe and comfortable. the thought that he was possibly hurting you right now was revolting to him, even though he needed you close right now. you have to reach up to his face to snap him out of his thoughts before he spirals once again.

“it’s okay. i’m okay.” you whisper.

he presses his face into your hair, before a shuddering sob leaves his lips.

“i couldn’t protect you.”

you reach for his face pulling him up to look at you. his eyebrows are pulled together, red glazed over in angry and distressed tears.

“laurance, my love. it wasn’t real. i’m safe with you.” you tilt your head. “you’ll always protect me.”

he shakes his head, gritting his teeth. “but what about when i can’t? when i fully lose control? when i finally lose you? it would be my end. i couldn’t handle it. i can’t. i can’t.”

“you’re not going to lose me.”

“you don’t… you don’t understand…”

“yes, i do.”

your voice is firmer, and it snaps his attention back to you.

“i know you. i know what you’re capable of.” you gently brush your hands across his face, and his eyes slowly shut, taking in your words. “i know your strength, and your values. i know you’d rather throw yourself into the worst pain imaginable before letting something happen to me. even now, when you claim you’re so dangerous, i know i’m safe.”

his breath shudders as he hunches over you, seeming to feel a pang through his chest that knocked the breath out of his lungs.

“i love you.” you whisper, before the breath is knocked out of you as he gives a harsh thrust of his hips, rocking you up against the pillow.

“i love you.” he groans back. “so much. you’re my everything.”

you can’t respond to that, can’t even think of the words as he fully pushes himself in, his pelvis meeting your ass. his hands grip onto your waist like you would disappear between his fingers if he let go, head dipping down to your chest as he begins to set a rhythm. pain has faded to pure pleasure at this point, the stretch of his girth and the veins that dragged along your walls with every thrust left your mouth gasping for air and back arching up into him.

his tempo was rough and sloppy, leaving you unable to catch your breath and stirring your head into a mindless haze, your fingers grasping onto the firm expanse of his shoulders for any sense of stability as you’re knocked into oblivion.

his mouth latches onto your neck once again, but unlike his brutal thrusts his lips are soft against your skin. that was your laurance. the one that laced his hand with yours as he took you in a slow and sensual pace. the one that whispered sweet nothings in your ear and treated you so gently—focusing on pleasuring you until you couldn’t think before even beginning to focus on himself.

despite how much you loved how he treated you regularly, you couldn’t even try to deny how good this felt.

he lifts his head up, fingers brushing along your breasts and up against your collarbones, taking you all in as he sped up the pace. you can tell he’s already close to his release from the way his chin tilts up in the air and his glazed-over eyes roll back, his lips parted as he pulls in ragged breaths. suddenly he’s pulling your thighs up, large hands squeezing into the plush skin and hitching them up against his shoulders.

“so beautiful. and mine.” he murmurs, voice a deep rasp. he turns his head down, leaning back over you and staring at you through hooded eyes—practically folding you in half. “don’t you dare ever run where i can’t protect you.”

you’re close, too, and the way he looked at you now was about to send you over the edge. the mix of the new angle his dick was brutally drilling into you and his possessive and borderline wild need to protect you has you squeezing against him, your cunt sucking him in deeper and not letting go.

he moans out lowly, his hips stuttering into yours and slamming to a sudden stop. it’s so much, in more ways than one, when his hips grind in a slow circle and the heat of his cum overflows into you. you swear you feel it in your guts, with how much of it keeps coming, and how he jerkily pushes it back into you. it snaps you over the edge, vision going white and limbs turning shaky and weak, the mix of both of your releases spilling from your stuffed cunt and creating a sticky mess where your skin connected.

when you regain your vision again you find yourself looking back into gray-blue eyes, his eyebrows turned up and under eyes wet with tears. his skin had returned to its normal tone, but he still looked so pale, still so filled with a fear he couldn’t swallow.

you bring a hand up to his cheek once again, wiping the stray beads of sweat away from his face and leaning up to press a soft kiss against his lips.

“there you are, my love.”

your voice is merely a hoarse whisper, but it’s enough to knock him down. he crumbles onto you, forehead landing on the pillow next to your head, breaths shaky and fanning across your skin as his arms circle around your waist and pull you tight. slowly, he pulls out, leaving the both of you softly groaning in discomfort at the absence of each other’s warmth. his cum continues to spill out from inside you, dripping onto the sheets in a messy mix.

“…did i hurt you?” he whispers, voice trembling in the fear of it being true. his hands feel so very gentle on your waist, like he was holding fragile porcelain in his hands.

“no.”

his breath hitches in something like relief, a choked sob leaving his lips. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know. and i love you.”

his shoulders relax, and he rolls to the clean side of the bed, pulling you right into his chest and hugging you close. strong arms wrap around your shoulders and waist, leaving you little wiggle room against him. with the fragile state he was in, though, you don’t dare to say a word about it.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know what happened—” he starts, his voice an exhausted and hoarse whimper as he buries his face in your hair.

“laurance. i’m safe.” is all you say, silencing the self-deprecating thoughts he wished to express.

in the quiet dead of night, you both lay there, limbs tangled and pressed together as the moonlight filtered through the window and illuminated your sweaty skin—shining from the afterglow. the fears that plagued your lover’s mind melted away for now, his breaths evening into a deep and steady cycle and mind lulling into a peaceful sleep.

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Knowing I Got To Love You At All

Garroth | MCD, Angst

→ “And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’.” - Somethin’ Stupid, Frank Sinatra.

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Pairing: MCD!Garroth X Reader

WC: ~1.9k

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Garroth Ro’Meave has never fallen in love before.

It’s not easy to fall in love when you’re betrothed to the daughter of another village’s lord. It’s especially difficult to fall in love when you’ve never met the person you’re supposed to marry, let alone when you spend all of your days thinking of a plan to escape your family’s grasp.

Don’t get him wrong, Garroth loves his family. He’d be so certain as to say that he loves them to death! But growing relationships with people when they hold such high expectations can be crushing - especially when those expectations will shape the course of your entire future whether you want them to or not. 

Knowing all that he does, is it such a surprise that Garroth would long to become a guard? The training process is not something that can be completed by just anyone. Those who want to take up the sword must be completely and assuredly dedicated to the task! It’s the perfect way to prolong the betrothal that Garroth has no intention of fulfilling. He knew he shouldn’t, but he did anyway.

He knows it’s wrong to run away from his responsibilities as the first son to the lord of O’khasis, but what other choice did he have? It was either attend guard school or stay home and get married to some girl he’s never met before! Who would choose that? Maybe a better son would, but not him. 

Garroth, well… he knows he’s selfish. 

He tries not to act upon his desires. He really and truly does! But that doesn’t mean his selfish desires never slip through the cracks. His selfishness is the very reason why he’s out here in the first place.

Amidst the boy’s deliberate attempts to stay under the radar, he’s become one of the best prospects of his year. It wasn’t a conscious decision on his end, but it’s only natural that a hard worker such as Garroth would excel in his training.

Garroth wouldn’t dare risk a rebellious streak at the cost of getting sent home, he hardly allows himself to get close to the other trainees, but the boy can’t help himself when it comes to you.

You’re not a pushover. Not in any sense of the word! Many need to be strong in mind and spirit in order to get as far as you do, and your strength never ceases to amaze Garroth. It’s for this reason that Garroth feels guilty about how his presence has affected your rank amongst his fellow guards.

Garroth works hard, but you? It puts his definition of hard work to shame. You’re not training to become a guard because you want to escape an arranged marriage like he does. Unlike Garroth, your cause is a noble one. You are noble in every sense of the word. And Garroth? He likes to think himself sensible, but running away to guard school doesn’t exactly fit that bill. Knowing the consequences of his actions, would he have the conviction to do it all again?

“Be on your guard!”

Garroth takes a quick and shallow breath, his grip on his blade remaining ever strong as he pulls it from its holster. He parries the incoming blow with one swift motion before shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet. As soon as the opportunity presents itself, Garroth goes on the offensive.

He moves forward quickly and strikes at his opponent. He uses the weight of the blade to his advantage and attempts to strike from above. Against many other trainees Garroth is sure this would be where the battle ends. There is nary a person who can contest Garroth’s strength head on, but he knows that his opponent is smarter than that.

You are better than that.

Rather than contesting the weight of his blade with your own strength, you shift your body to help you counter the momentum of his blade. Though you manage to divert the blow from above, Garroth is able to predict your movements and changes the direction in which he applies force against your blade. The switch allows him to push you off balance and gain the upper hand.

Garroth uses this moment to his advantage and knocks you to the ground. It takes him a few well placed attempts but his persistence is what allows the boy to emerge victorious.

With his blade pointed down at you, Garroth can finally take a breath. He knows this, yet he doesn’t. It’s not because he thinks you might spring up and attack him, he knows for a fact that you’re not that kind of person, but he can’t stop himself from staring. Garroth could never stop himself from staring.

Is it the way your loose hairs stick to the sweat on your face? Or perhaps it’s the way you stare back at him with such a strong determination. Not a determination to defeat him, mind you, but a determination to improve.

Despite your defeat your resolve remains the same. He can’t say why he feels this way, but he truly adores the way you wear your determination.

“This victory is yours.” You finally break the silence with a smile. “You fought well.”

Garroth swallows and silently curses himself for starring. Once he’s gathered himself, he sheaths his blade and reaches his hand out for you to take. “You flatter me.” The boy finds himself averting his gaze as he helps you pull yourself to your feet. “It was a lucky shot.”

“You and I both know that the placement of your blade is more than simple luck.”

“Perhaps you’re right.”

“I am.” You turn on your heel to face the boy, the abrupt sound causing Garroth’s head to snap in your direction. “You work hard, Garroth. It is not conceited to acknowledge your skills to the degree they are worth.”

“You’re the reason why they’re of any worth in the first place. Compared to you, I-”

“Comparison is the thief of joy.” You cut the boy off. “Lest you desire to make yourself unhappy, do not compare yourself to others.”

Garroth smiles to himself. “How could I ever be unhappy in your presence?” Garroth can feel his breath getting caught in his chest the moment he hears what he’s said. He can’t help the way his eyes trace the curve of your lips as they slowly curl into an downturned smile - the kind of smile one gives when they attempt to hide their growing delight.

Garroth really likes that about you. He really likes it when he says something so unexpected that you can’t contain a reaction. Whether you’re forced to stifle a laugh or hide your smile behind your hands, Garroth adores it every single time. 

Irene forgive him for thinking such a thing, but Garroth finds you much more beautiful when your true feelings slip through the cracks of your otherwise chilverious exterior. He really, truly adored you.

Don’t get him wrong, your devout determination to others is worth every ounce of adoration you get. It’s the reason why Garroth was drawn to you in the first place! But these small, seemingly insignificant moments are the ones that Garroth looks forward to the most. He likes… no, it’s not just the moments Garroth likes.

Garroth loves you.

Garroth Ro’Meave has never fallen in love before, but he’s fairly certain that if he did fall in love, he fell in love with you.

“...pardon?”

Garroth can see the confusion on your face loud and clear, and it makes him aware of what he just said. Had the words really slipped out that easily? I mean, if the dryness in his mouth is any indication then he really did just say what he was thinking. He really did just tell you-

“I love you.” Garroth is surprised by the sound of his own voice, but it doesn’t feel wrong. Hearing those words really puts his own feelings into perspective. He’s never felt this way for someone - he’s never wanted to feel this way for someone, but for you he doesn’t mind. For you, he’s glad! For you, Garroth would do just about anything.

“Garroth…” Your voice waivers in a way the boy has never heard before. It breaks his heart to see you look at him like this, but seeing you step away hurts him even more. “You can’t…”

“I’m telling the truth.” Garroth assures you. “I really do love you.”

You open your mouth to reply but Garroth cuts you off by reaching for your hand and pulling you against his chest. You stare at Garroth with an expression he can’t quite understand. There’s a softness in your hesitance, but a heart wrenchingly reluctant look in your eyes.

He shouldn’t have said anything. He knows he needs to let you turn him down! But he can’t help it. How can Garroth bear to stay silent when he catches you staring as often as you catch him. Is it for closure? Is that all he needs?

Or maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way he does and you won’t admit it.

Garroth knows he shouldn’t push you further. He really shouldn’t. But Garroth, well… he knows how selfish he really is.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same and I swear you’ll never have to deal with me again. Just… tell me the truth.” He pleads. His eyes trace every inch of your face in a desperate attempt to stop himself from leaning in and doing what he knows he shouldn’t. He wants to. He desperately and pathetically wants to, but his respect for you holds him back.

You blink up at Garroth slowly. “Garroth, you’re the son of a lord. You’re engaged to someone else! I can’t-”

“Can’t, or don’t?”

“I…” For a moment, Garroth thinks he can feel your hand squeeze his own. It’s hesitant and slow, but it’s ultimately a deliberate action - just as deliberate as your decision to push Garroth away. “I don’t think this is the time or place to discuss such a thing.”

“But I need to know your answer.”

“I know, but it’s as I said before.” You assure the boy with a smile - a different one from the ones he’s seen before. “There’s only a few weeks until we graduate. Once we know where we’re placed, I’ll tell you my answer.”

Garroth knows you. He knows that you wouldn’t draw things out if you weren’t sure of your own feelings. Just by the sight of that smile, he knows you feel the same. Perhaps not as strongly as he does, but you do care. He can’t quite explain it, but it all feels reassuring. Like he’s bound for good news that’s just waiting to come. All he had to do was wait.

All he had to do was wait.

Why didn’t he wait? Why did he have to tell you then and there? If Garroth had known the consequences of his actions, would he have told you the truth? He doesn’t regret the way he felt, he’ll never regret knowing how it felt to love you at all, but you were right. 

He should not have acted so brashly.

Should not have been so selfish!

But he was, and he is.

And in the end, Garroth was not the one who paid the price for his selfish ways.

[oliemolliever]

i saw you are taking mcd requests >:)..

a laurance x reader where they have a sweet picnic in the woods and laurence proposes ?

A/n: OMGGGGG FIRST REQUEST!!!!! AND YES OFC THIS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!! This is my first time writing a fanfic so pls bear with me here. Oh and the reader will be called [name] [last name] for the purpose of the proposal!! (Also I LOVE Laurence he’s been my man for 10 years 🙏🏾)

Pairing: MCD Laurance x fem!reader!!

(I’m sorry if you didn’t want fem 💔 I can rewrite if needed!!)

Summary: when you go on date to re-visit the first place you met your boyfriend, you didn’t expect to leave a fiancé.

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“How much further do I have to walk?” I sigh as I continue to be pulled by Lord Aphmau. I was given absolutely no context other to dress up nicely and to wait till nightfall. I didn’t question it because it was an order from the said Lord and because I knew it was my third-year anniversary with my boyfriend Laurence. I had wondered what he was planning, considering I hadn’t seen him all day.

“Not too much longer. We should be coming up on the surprise soon!!” Aphmau says with a smile in her voice. I currently have a blindfold on. I didn’t really know why, but I’m guessing it was for whatever Laurance had planned.

Deep down I knew he would probably plan something on the bigger side. Because even though he is a flirt, he does genuinely care and shows me he loves me in many different ways I never knew a person could. He is my everything and I just want to spend the rest of my life with him.

I probably could’ve kept thinking about him if I wasn’t pulled out of my thoughts whenever me and Aphmau came to a complete stop. “And we’re here!!” I hear her say, though I just had to take her word for it considering I still couldn’t see.

“Ah where are we exactly?” I question out loud as I hear footsteps seemingly moving farther and closer to me? Was Aphmau leaving? And if so who was walking near me? Being a guards girlfriend had its perks, especially since Laurence insisted that he taught me some basic skills. Like being able to fight (just a bit… that was still a work in progress) and being able to differentiate and know when someone was walking near me. Even when one of my senses was off which in this case was my eye sight because of the blindfold. Knowing that I was starting to spiral I snapped out of my thoughts and started to listen as the footsteps got closer.

“Guess whooooo.” I hear Laurence say. Wait Laurence, were those his footsteps? I mean it’d make sense considering he knows how to walk much quieter. I whip my body around towards the sound of his voice even though I still couldn’t see. I hear him chuckle and wonder what's so funny. “My love, I didn’t know you were so excited to see me.” I hear him charm. I turn my head away and feel my face flush, damn him and his flirting. I turn my head back when I hear him chuckle again, I can basically hear the smirk in his voice. “Already getting embarrassed [name]? I was just getting started.”

I’d roll my eyes but that wouldn’t make much of a difference for me.. So instead I cross my arms and look (hopefully) directly at him. “Laurence Zvahl what are we doing here this late at night?” I question him. As soon as I ask him, I feel my hand being intertwined with his as he starts to walk off in a different direction.

“Well I’m so glad you asked!!” He muttered softly. It almost sounded like he was nervous.. but for what? After a few more minutes of us walking, we stop. (More like me being pulled by him. What is it today and people pulling me???) He lets go of my hand with a sigh and steps behinds me. I assume to take the blindfold off.

“I wanted to make tonight really special for you. Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve made my life so much better. Meeting you was one of the best things that have ever happened to me. And I hope I can share that feeling with you for the rest of yours.”I listen as he speaks, his words full of love and admiration towards me. Before he lifts his hands up to take the blindfold off, he grabs my shoulders and spins me around to face him. I go to question him but I’m cut off as he speaks once again.

“And you look.. absolutely gorgeous my love. You clean up nicely!!” He must have been talking about the new dress I had tailored specifically for today. I wore a navy blue dress with white sleeves and a white bow around the neck. It went down past my knees and had four white buttons on the stomach area. For shoes I just wore my dark brown lace up boots, and to finish it off I had my hair pulled back into a braid.

“Thank you Laurence that truly means the world to me” I whisper to him as if there were a thousand other people with us. Before I can think another thought the blindfold is suddenly of my eyes. And I’m now looking face to face with him.

He smiles and I smile just as hard back. And I look behind him to realize that we’re in a forest, one that looked oddly familiar. He must’ve noticed I was no longer looking at him and turned to look with me. “This place holds a lot of memories don’t you think?” He remarked while still looking out at all the forest had to offer.

I look back at him once I hear his words. “Yes it looks oddly familiar for some reason” I reply back. There was something about this forest that held a memory close to my heart but I just couldn’t think of it at that moment. Trying to think of what it was both me and Laurence stand in silence as we admire the gorgeous landscape.

Oh!! The memory finally came back to me. “This is where we first met!” I shout at him excitedly unable to stay still for too long. He looks back at me seeing I’m basically jumping up and down as the memory comes back to me. “You remembered!!” He says with a smile so bright that it could light up a millions of towns.

“Yes, I did!! Oh my Irene, I can’t believe you still remember this place it’s been so long!!” I tell him surprised that he had still known where it was after all these years. It honestly hadn’t changed much. He shakes his head lightly and takes my hands in his, making me fully turn towards him.

In doing so I catch something out of the corner of my eye but quickly look back at him. “How would I ever forget [name]? This is the place I first ever got to lay my eyes on you.” He says so sincerely that it makes me feel speechless. But because I’m no good at reading tone.. (still working on that!!) I accidentally ruined the moment by saying a joke.

“Whoa! Calm down Casanova!!” I shout at him. He blinks for a moment and in that second I regret what came out my mouth. But then he just starts to laugh?? “[Name] while that was funny. I’m being serious, I could never forget this place. That being said.. I want to show you what I’ve been setting up all day…” He voiced as he now turns his head towards what I saw out of the corner of my eye earlier.

I move my head in the same direction and my eyes widen as I see everything he’s set up for me. There’s fairy lights hanging from the trees, a picnic blanket on the ground, and most importantly the picnic basket on the blanket!!!! I turn my head back to look at him in shock.

“LAURENCE YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS!?!” I scream excitedly literally jumping up and down at the sight of it all. He looks at me and just nods his head all nonchalantly. I see this and deadpan my face. His turns to panic. “Woah what’s wrong?” He asks in a hurry. I shake my head and say “oh nothing, just wondering why you aren’t SUPER proud of yourself for setting this whole thing up!!!!!”

He just chuckles and muttered a little “it’s nothing [name]. if you think this is something worth being excited over, then you should see what else I have planned for you.” I look at him even more shocked because sir what do you mean what else?? Feeling the need to voice my question; I ask him. “What do you mean what else Laurance..?”

He doesn’t say anything but gestures me to go to the blanket. So I do exactly as he “tells” me to do. Still holding his hand from earlier I walk (pull) him along. (Let’s see how he likes being pulled >:)) Once at the blanket I let go of his hand and sit down. Looking around to see everything he set up. Not a moment later he sits in front of me, smiling at me fondly.

Finally done looking around I look at him, staring directly into his light blue eyes. Ugh how much I loved staring at his handsome face. Being so far in my thoughts I didn’t even hear that he said something. “Huh?” I said looking dumbfounded.

He laughed and shook his hand. Irene he was so patient with me. “I said did you want to start eating? I packed us some sandwiches and drinks.” He repeated himself. At the sound of him saying he brought food my eyes lit up. I nodded my head vigorously.

Seeing how I said yes he opened the picnic basket that was in front of us, and grabs a sandwich out for me. “Here darling I packed your favorite” he noted as he handed it to me. I say my thank you’s as he grabs himself a sandwich as well. After a couple of minutes we both have eaten our sandwich’s and drank some water.

I notice that he looked really nervous, and getting concerned I asked him what as wrong. He looked shocked at the thought of me catching him acting so clearly nervous. And waves his hands out in front of himself. “It’s uh… uh nothing to worry about darling.” He stutters. I squint my eyes at him not believing him but not wanting to push it. “Okay if you say so..” I nod to him.

I start to clean my mess by gathering my trash up but stop when I realize I don’t know where to put it. I look up at Laurence and notice he was getting even quieter. “Hey laur, where do I put my trash?” I ask him. He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at me in the eye. “Uhm can I see it?” He asked.

Me being curious, I had him the empty water bottle and the bag my sandwich was in. He grabs it and puts it in the open picnic basket. Probably to deal with later. “Hey why don’t you go and look around the forest a bit.” He suggests to me.

I raise a brow, confused because usually he would never want me to wonder off without any safety precautions. But I look into his eyes and it looks like he’s almost pleading me to just get up and walk off he for a second. So I nod my head at him and stand up to walk off. Turning my back to him in the process.

Little did I know he sighed a sigh of relief and reached back into the basket to grab something out.- A box. He opens the box to peer inside of it and then quickly closes it. All while I’m just walking around the forest in eye sight of him.

After a few more moments I hear my name being called. Turning around, I walk back over to him. Seeing his facial expression way more nervous looking than before. And how he moved the picnic basket out of the way.

I smile at him as I wait for him to say something. Instead he gets out of the position he was currently in (crisscross applesauce) and gets on one knee. Seeing this I gasp and try to speak but I can’t. He leans out from behind the picnic basket and grabs a box. Holding it with one hand, he reaches his other to grab mine to pull me a bit closer. Walking closer to him, I wait as he lets go and opens the box.

He opens his mouth and starts to speak. “[name] [last name] you have been by my side for many years. The day you entered it was the day my life changed for the better. You are such an amazing woman, and you can make absolutely anyone smile with just a few words. Life without you would be meaningless and I can’t imagine it. Nor do I ever want to. I’ve loved you since the day I met you and I know I will love you until my final breath. Will you please do be the honors of making me the happiest man alive and be my wife?”

I freeze at his words, staring into his eyes only to see love and peace within them. Taking a second too long to speak, I see he starts to get worried that I’ll say no. Snapping out of my trance I lean down and place my hands on his face. “YES! A thousand times yes!!” I say finally answering him.

He smiles a beautiful smile and I take my hands off his face so he can put the ring on my finger. Once it’s on I take a moment to admire it’s beauty, noticing its exactly what I’ve always wanted. Not a second longer Laurence stands up and grabs my waist as I grab his face once again. I smile and look at his with nothing but love in my eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and all I can do is nod. Once our lips connect, I know I made the right decision by saying yes. 💗

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A/n: this lowk sucked but I hope you enjoyed!! Please ignore if there’s any mistakes. I did my best to research MCD Laurence since it’s been so long but I still feel like I didn’t do him justice 💔 anyways thank you for reading my first fanfic, have a wonderful day 🫶🏾

[garroth-love]

my drawings from tonight's whiteboard

God bless pinterest's pin up poses 🫶

excuse the anatomy, going from female to male is hard :(

i have a playlist for him and my insert, this is my new addition hehe

[arienic]

you or the world?

GENE, ZENIX x GN!READER — this is part 1!!! i'll be writing more characters with this prompt

includes: 'sweetheart' as a petname; mentions of death; maybe ooc characters?

part two (zane)

☆ GENE: You, obviously.

Gene is a murderer, cold-blooded and heartless, and he's not afraid to admit it.

You? Over the world? Please, sweetheart, that isn't even a question. At least, not to Gene, whose brother despises him, whose very existence is unwelcome in the Overworld. No, you have too much faith in him, he thinks, watching your face shift from sorrow, to desperation, and finally, to resignation. You’ve always seen him as better than he actually is, even after he’s confessed to you a number of sins, each worse than the last. 

Yes, Gene would sooner bring the world to ruin himself than give you up. So when you reach out to him, fingers trembling as they brush along his cheek, and murmur sadly, “It’s alright, I understand — your brother and his family, they come first, my love,” — his hand, gloved and bloody, shoots right up to clasp over your own. 

“No,” Gene says firmly, and reaches for your waist, bringing you into him. “Let them burn,” he tells you. 

Because Gene is a murderer, after all: cold-blooded, heartless.

☆ ZENIX: You. Always, always you.

Zenix hasn’t had anything to lose in quite a while — not after surrendering his life, his mentor, and his station to the spinning wheel of fate. For a while, he’s left to his own whims. He moves. He kills. Over a mountain; another body. Through a forest's thick underbrush; this time, a village.

And then — and then he meets you. Oh. Oh, you. Zenix has never had a lover before, and none of this is familiar to him: the way you take his scalding hands in your own, pressing kisses across his knuckles and his calluses and the scars that stretch across his arms. You bring his head to rest on your chest and brush the hair from his eyes. He hears your heart go thump, thump, thump, and for the first time in a while, he sleeps like a baby. A baby.

You’ve brought to him a kind of tranquility that, truthfully, Zenix has never been able to experience in full. It makes his chest warm and has him stumbling over his words, not unlike how a swordmaster’s newest apprentice might bear a horrible stance and trip over themself. He's never been this clumsy before. And his cheeks have flushed, but only from anger.

So, no, he wouldn't sacrifice you. He'd rather keep you on his arm, keep your lips to his temple and his hand to your back, than give you up so the world might live.

[lofty-darlings-thoughts]

Imagine Travis Valkrum crushing on you but you're oblivious...

"Hey, buddy!" He'd call out every time he sees you, brushing his snowy white bangs out of his face. You return the greeting and carry on with your day, unaware of his flushed face.

"You look good today!" He comments with a wink every so often, you brush it off because he does have a slight reputation for being a flirt.

You don't always notice the small glances, when you do he stutters and trys to say he was looking at something behind you... reeeeeeaaaaal smooth(sarcasm)

You overhear him rambling from time to time to anyone who will listen to his woes (whining) about how he's so alone.

Although, on his better days he is willing to try to woo you with flowers or a good joke. Although those bold days are few and far between.

If only he could man up and outright say he likes you...

Yes, another one. -Darling

[write-tama]

"a long day at work." (MCD Scenarios)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ( MCD!characters) x (guard!reader)

sypnosis ; security has been intensified due to neighboring villages are in fear due the threat of O’Khasis, meaning that you haven’t been able to spend some alone time with your partner. But finally, you’ve been let out of work early, which means you have a night to your lover!

containing ; Laurence Zvhal, Garroth Ro’meave, Dante (for some reason I can't find his last name?!). Established relationship, immense fluff! Reader is referred as you/yours.

author’s note ; hello MCD side of tumblr! i decided to post this just as for fun and to let out my little obsession on MCD lately. Pardon me if some things sound out of character I haven’t watched the series since I was like.. Ten maybe?! and I’m currently rewatching s1. But anyway, hope you enjoy!

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LAURENCE

Despite you two being guards, you’ve been stationed on the other side of Phoenix Drop since he is one of the head guards that stands alongside Lord Aphmau. But finally, after what felt like so long, the two of you finally were able to see each other tonight. Laurence was home before you. Being such the romantic he is, he had dimly lit candles scattered along the house and a bouquet of your favorite flowers sitting on the table, waiting for your arrival. He even stopped by Emmalyn’s library to pick out the new set of books she had purchased recently.

He was patiently sitting on the couch, undressed to a white long-sleeve cotton shirt and baggy pants. You came through the door, completely exhausted with your weapon slung over your shoulder. The sound of the door creaking was enough to make Laurence stand up immediately before grabbing the flowers from the table.

“There you are, my love..” He purred. The feeling of his arms wrapping around your body was enough for you to drop your weapon and to bury your face into his addicting scent. He pushed the door closed behind you before reluctantly pulling away to present you with his gift you didn’t even notice at first.

You couldn’t help the giant grin forming on your face as your hand rested upon his cheek. “I missed you too, sweetheart.” you smiled. You took ahold of the bouquet, admiring the selection. “I can see Cadenza helped you out tonight.” You chuckled, feeling the silk ribbon that tied the flowers’ stems together. A content huff blew through his nostrils as he buried himself into your palm.

“Hey.. Can a man not do his best for his loveliest?” He said, playfully rolling his eyes. He turned his face around to kiss the inner part of your palm. “I would’ve done more for you, you know that, but I figured that we should just have a night in bed together. Just you and me.” A comment like that was enough to send a flutter through your chest.

After a standstill of silent kisses and snuggles, the two of you finally headed upstairs to the bedroom to unwind for a night of comfort. You hung all your armor next to Laurence’s armor stand before joining him in bed. On your nightstand was a new collection of different novels from neighboring villages.

“I remember the last time we spoke, you said that you practically read every book from the library, but this morning I helped Brandon unload a crate of books Emmalyn had ordered, so I figured I’d pick some out for you.” Laurence smiled, his voice a bit lower now as he was relaxing into bed. You joined him on your side of the bed, letting the warm covers wrap around your legs. As you looked through the selection of three books, a warm tint deepened your complexion.

“You shouldn’t have..” You mumbled. “Hey! Did you ask Emmalyn for permission before taking these books? One of these books are all the way from Scaleswind!”

Laurence sat up before burying his face into your side, sighing. “Yes, your majesty.” He sarcastically replied. “She figured it as a kind gesture for all of the work we’ve been doing. Now shush up and read me a bedtime story!” He playfully remarked, sounding a bit like a child. Despite his snarky little attitude (that in all honestly, made you love him even more), you decided to start on the book from Scaleswind that way you could return it earlier than anticipated. With a candle illuminating the pages, you softly read to him. He laid down beside you, a protective arm wrapped around your waist, but at the same time cuddling you. Eventually, Laurence fell silent. You had assumed he fell asleep, so you decided to place a bookmark in between the pages before blowing out the candle next to you. You properly laid down next to him, burying yourself into his chest.

As your eyes fluttered close, you heard a soft voice call out your name.

“My love?” Laurence mumbled.

“Yes, Laurence?” You quietly replied, not wanting to break out of your exhausted-state.

“I love you.. After all these years, I never thought I’d be with the person of my dreams. Sleep well, my angel..”

With that, he fell right to sleep. Your heart skipped a beat as heat rushed to your face. Gently, you scoot up and brushed a tuff of hair from his face.

“I love you too..” You spoke barely above a whisper.

Maybe it was the dark playing tricks with you, but the corners of Laurence’s lips tugged into a gentle and content smile. <3

GARROTH

The guards of Phoenix Drop work hard, but there was not a single doubt that Garroth worked ten times harder. For most nights, you were the one that arrived home first. Despite your protests against your own exhaustion, you would fall asleep before he got home. You would only feel the shift of the bed in the middle of the night to signify that he had made it home safely, but again, before you could wake up, he was right back to work.

But thank Lady Irene herself, Garroth finally had a night off. Brian had offered to take the night shift from him, seeing at how exhausted Garroth seemed lately. Along with that, Dante also seemed to notice your exhaustion which is why he offered to take up your shift as well. Whether the two conspired with one another to finally give you two a day-off was a discussion for later.

Garroth was off of work first, and it felt abnormal. The moment he placed his sword into the racks and stepped out of the guards’ station, he felt a sense of emptiness. As he trailed himself back to his house, he thought of what he could do for you once you got home. He figured maybe a homemade dinner together would suffice. Though he had to admit, it’s been quite some time since he cooked a proper meal for himself, epecially for another. He stopped by the farms and local butcher for some groceries, and then arrived at his abode.

He decided on a simple meal— a steak with a side of vegetables and mashed potatoes with a basket of freshly baked bread he picked up from Kawaii~Chan. The table had a white cloth decorating its surface with the basket in the middle, two plates on either side, and a candle to light up the scene. He was nearly finishing up frying your steak when you had walked in, your helmet by your hip.

“Garroth!” You exclaimed, a bit surprised. The excitement had woken you up from your tired state as you dropped your helmet onto the wood floor and hugged him tight.

“Good evening, my knight.” Garroth grinned eagerly, just as thrilled to see you. He ran an idle hand through your hair. “You’re just in time for dinner. Go get undressed and take a seat.” Not wanting to waste another second, you picked up your helmet and immediately placed your armor away, dressing down to some comfortable attire. By the time you headed back downstairs, Garroth had placed your steak on your plate and he had taken his seat.

“Garroth, this smells amazing.” You complimented, a bit amused. You had never seen Garroth cook a full meal before, in fact, you can’t recall ever seeing Garroth cook at all. Garroth chuckled, gesturing his hand to take a seat in front of him. You took your seat in front of him, admiring the dish before you. The steak looked juicy and cooked just the way you liked it. The vegetables were fresh and vibrant of color. Even the potatoes looked thoroughly mushed and creamy!

“Heh, yeah..” Garroth chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Back in O’Khasis, we still were taught how to cook despite having our own chefs. It was important to my father that we were skilled in even the most basic necessities. My mom just enjoyed spending time together though.” He smiled, thinking back on the fond memories.

You decided to finally dig in. One taste of that steak and it felt like the flavors were melting on your tongue. You squealed in excitement, not having something as delicious as the dish before you. “G-Garroth, this tastes amazing—! Even more than amazing, actually! I don’t even know how to describe it.” You cried. You could barely express your appreciation verbally as you savored and tasted every bite. Garroth’s face flushed in a bright red as the candle light illuminated his face.

“T-Thank you..” he stuttered. “I was nervous that maybe I had lost my skill after years, but I guess I still got it, yeah?” He joked. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his shyness. The two of you spent the rest of the night chowing down on such a gourmet dish, and telling each other the adventerous stories the two of you have been through, enjoying a perfect night together at last. <3

DANTE

Dante, being fresh out of training and this being his first real job as a guard, worked extremely hard and long hours to prove himself as a worthy knight. You fell in love with him the moment he walked into the village, but you didn’t realize how intensely he worked. Some nights after duty, he wasn’t able to say much other than to crash into bed. It’s not like you had any more energy than him. The paranoid feeling of invasion washed over you as you were constantly on guard duty, patrolling through the outskirts of Phoenix Drop.

One evening, despite Dante’s protests, Garroth had ordered Dante to take the night off. “Dante, you’re a profound knight despite your short-term experience. It’s time you take a break from all that work you’ve been doing.” The head guard assured, placing both palms on his shoulders. Dante was about to protest again, but his mind started to wander. He’s been doing all this work, and yet, he doesn’t recall having a night with you since he offered his love to you! Dante felt like a fool, and he knew that you’ve been hard at work as well. Dante sucked in air through his nostrils before sighing in defeat.

“You’re right, I.. I need to go.. Shoot, I need to go!” Without a word of explanation, he ran out of the guard tower, throwing his sword into the racks. Garroth stood, sort of frozen as he watched Dante run out the door. Laurence, who was snacking on a piece of bread, came downstairs and stood next to Garroth.

“Welp, there goes one our of guards. Might as well pull Dale out of retirement.” Laurence joked.

Dante, who was still dressed in full armor, bursted into Kawaii~Chan’s cafe, in search of desserts and treats. He practically threw diamonds at the poor girl, who, luckily, just finished prepping freshly baked goods for her shop. Dante grabbed the first basket he spotted and ran out the door, quickly shouting his gratitude.

He remained as discreet as possible, looking around the village hoping that you wouldn't see him off duty. The blue-haired knight knocked on Brandon's door, beckoning for help before running inside the two of you’s shared home. He grabbed a blanket, a lantern, and a spare bottle of wine he had bought from Logan a while ago.

The plan was to set up a date night on the beach. With Brandon's “expertise,” he was able to set up a lovely picnic by the the glistening shore. The red and white checkered blanket laid flat on the sand with the basket and wine in the middle, rose petals scattered around, and the grace of the moonlight completing the scene. After Brandon and him finished decorating, he told Brandon to tell Garroth to lay you off of tonight's duties in hopes that you would be present for tonight's surprise date. Dante sat eagerly by the shore, waiting upon your arrival.

You were running head-on to the docks in a panic with your sword handle tight in your fist. “Dante!” you cried. “I came as soon as I could! Is everything alri—?!” before you could finish, you met with his deep blue eyes and the moon’s light illuminating his figure. You paused in your tracks, both in awe and confusion. “Dante..?” you called out his name again. At this point, you weren't quite sure if you were awake.

“Hey...” He nervously chuckled. He stood up and walked towards you, leaving his footprints in the grainy sand. He offered his hand towards you, thankful he was still wearing his armor otherwise you feel his palm building up with sweat. You reluctantly took his hand before he lead you to the picnic. You gasped at the sight, not expecting such a romantic gesture on what felt like a typical night.

“Dante.. This is.. Oh my goodness..” The words couldn't muster up in your throat as you admired the scenery. The warm-colored lantern contrasted beautifully with the moon’s cool-blue light.

“I-I'm sorry if it was such short notice.. Garroth gave me the night-off and—” before Dante could continue with his anxious rambling, you shushed him with the biggest, more reassuring hug you could.

“Are you kidding me? This is amazing, Dante! Oh my Irene!” without another word, you took Dante’s hand and led him to the blanket, where the two of you sat comfortably. You two wasted no time blabbing the night away while chowing down on Kawaii~Chan’s delicious desserts.

As you rambled on about your knightly whereabouts, you noticed that Dante took a pause in eating and was staring deeply at you.

“Dante..?” you called out his name, tilting your head a little. Dante blinked before sitting up straight.

“Nothing.. I just.. You look gorgeous in the moonlight, love.” Dante softly admitted. A blush formed on your cheeks, and you couldn't help but look away.

“I-I could say the same for you..” you meekly replied. “Just— don't scare me like that again, okay!”

Dante stared back at you, a little clueless. “Scare you—?” it was as if a flick of lever, Dante realized what you were referring to. “Oh, Irene, what did Brandon do..” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Realizing that it wasn't Dante’s fault, you sighed and explained. “Well.. It wasn't just Brandon.” you admitted. “Laurence and Brandon ran up to me in a panic, exclaiming that O’Khasis had docked and I needed to be there immediately because you were hurt! I can see why I was foolish believing those two of all people.” you rolled your eyes as you trailed off.

Dante let out a deep sigh before scooting closer to you. “I'll be having a talk with them tomorrow.. For now, let's just enjoy this moment, just you and me, okay?” he gently assured, wrapping an arm around and rubbing your shoulder.

You couldn't help but agree, letting your eyes flutter close as the two of you listened to the calming waves of the sea. <3

A/N ~ thank you so much for reading! There's currently a hurricane in my area, so it was nice using this as a distraction :) I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs, like, and even replies are super duper appreciated :3

[cypheroo]

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

⭐️ anon requested this! Thank them!

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

Word count : 739

Triggers : none?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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?”

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

[romeavedefenders]

★ ⋮ Cuddling Heacanons! ⸝⸝

⤷ characters; Vylad (MCD), Gene (MCD), Zenix (MCD) ⤷ cw; sfw, NOT proof-read, gender neutral!reader, angst in Vylad's but more-so yearning on his end, all 3 end up being softies for their s/o <3 ⤷ xtra; me when i- wen- i- when i disappear after making the acc with the other admin and then come back bc my MCD phase comes back every time it gets warm out.... [ wc; 1.8k , request info ]

Vylad ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ (0.6k)

⚝ Out of the three men, Vylad is way more intune with his human side rather than his Shadow Knight side. He still is very much aware of his status, but he knows the warning sides and knows when to step away- which makes him one of the sweetest Shadow Knights ever to exist <3

⚝ Adores cuddling! Does it more so for his mental well-being over anything, just being close to his partner is an add on to it.

⚝ Vylad has started giving silent signals that he could go for some one-on-one time with his partner, either it be a certain nod of his head or an amount of squeezes he’d give his partner– he’d more than likely request some cuddles than [YourName].

⚝ It never seemed to bother [YourName], but it did make them question the reasoning behind Vylad always seemingly like he couldn’t go 24 hours without holding them which dwindled into a cuddling session each time.

⚝ And there is no way to go about asking without sounding odd, blunt, or rude. For a while, [YourName] didn’t ask much about it, just accepting the cuddles as they were! But then, one night, [YourName] and Vylad had started relaxing for the night. 

⚝ The two sat in front of the fire, their travel mates having gone to sleep in their own tents about an hour ago. “Vylad?” [YourName] asked, their head resting on their boyfriend’s shoulder, their body slotted perfectly in Vylad’s lap and arms. 

⚝ Vylad hummed softly, acknowledging his partner and signaled to let them keep talking, “What's with.. The cuddling?” [YourName] questioned softly. Vylad paused, trying to figure out if his partner is asking and trying to stop him from being so clingy or touchy. “Not that I don’t enjoy it, I just am curious..” [YourName] cleared up quickly, Vylad relaxed. 

⚝ Vylad took a moment, trying to figure out the exact reason he enjoyed being so close to his partner. I mean.. Who wouldn’t want to be close to the one they love? 

⚝ “I think it’s because I just want to make sure you’re safe.” Vylad mentioned, chopping it up to that at the end of the day. If Vylad wanted to be brutally honest? He did it to remind himself that he’s still human deep down, he remembers his siblings, his childhood, his monster of a ‘father’ and angel of a mother. 

⚝ He was human despite it all, it didn’t matter if biologically he was dead and revived as a Shadow Knight, if he could feel [YourName]’s heartbeat and memorize their heartbeat and keep them safe, then he’s human. 

⚝ Vylad’s love for cuddling truly stems from his need to protect, his want to be human once more, and to remember the good from his childhood. He remembers sitting in his mother’s lap, squished between his older brothers, listening to her tell them stories as he fell asleep. He was trying to provide that sense of comfort to his partner, truly. 

⚝ [YourName] could just tell from the look Vylad had, they knew there was more to the story- but they didn’t push. Instead, they fixed themselves so they could hold on to Vylad more and press kisses to his cheek. 

⚝ Vylad seemed to snap from his dazed memory-lane state, softly chuckling as he fixed his hold on his partner. It wouldn’t be long before Vylad and [YourName] put the fire out and head to their own tent to rest.

⚝ Vylad loves any position that involves [YourName] facing his direction, he keeps them close and buries his face into their hair to get a whiff of their smell. A smell that Vylad couldn’t forget, forever associated with [YourName]. Brought him comfort, something that he seeks and places with his partner and their comforting snores as they sleep and cling to him.

Gene ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ (0.5k)

⚝ Gene is definitely another dude I can’t pinpoint much of a personality out of? Another one I’d deem peculiar one (i’m trying to call him weird while being nice about it–) 

⚝ Won’t ever admit to liking it, but definitely lets you cling to him. Not a huge toucher unless others are around & he knows they want to piss him off.

⚝ Gene wasn’t usually one for personal connections, he kinda thought his loyalty was suppose to go to Shad and Shad only. He had this facade that he had made up and thought he had to keep up with, but in reality he didn’t.

⚝ Each Shadow Knight was human once, it’s natural for them to fall back into hold habits or never let go of something from their humanity. Gene’s would be wanting to be loved.

⚝ So when he met [YourName] and they were more than okay being second in his mind, Gene fell into a romantic relationship with them. It was definitely odd to hear about, most of the lower ranking Shadow Knights started some rumor about Gene using [YourName] or [YourName] using Gene. 

⚝ Made Gene feel small, like he was cuffed up once more in that prison cell after his stupid little brother ratted him out. 

⚝ Then, one day, the rumors had randomly stopped? Gene didn’t question it, claiming he wasn’t one for gossip since he found it childish. [YourName] would just shrug, acting as if they’re unaware of the rumors in general.

⚝ During Gene’s moments of weakness, [YourName] would do their best to comfort their boyfriend, which is how cuddling came up as a topic. 

⚝ Gene was very much hesitant on doing it, he found the thought of being so close dumb and the little sleep Shadow Knights required wasn’t enough to validate cuddling in general. [YourName] pulled out their begging eyes, Gene groaning as he caved and flopped down so [YourName] could do as they pleased cuddling-wise.

⚝ [YourName] definitely is the one who has to start all the cuddling sessions, and they have to be quite up front about it too; “I want to cuddle.” [YourName] says, their arms crossed as they approached their boyfriend.

⚝ “Pardon?” Gene asked, giving his partner a confused look. When [YourName] gave him a look as if they weren’t going to repeat themselves, Gene sighs in a little frustration and pitched the bridge of his nose. After a little bickering, Gene excused himself and assigned someone else to take over his post.

⚝ Gene won’t ever admit to anyone, no one, dead, alive, undead, NO ONE!!!! That he actually quite likes cuddling. He likes it because [YourName] is usually the big spoon or holding him. He likes being able to bury his face into their shoulder and actually feel peace. 

⚝ Prior to cuddling with [YourName], Gene felt as if he’d never know what peace felt like. Ever since his rugrat of a brother ruined his human life, he just knew he wouldn’t feel peace ever again. 

⚝ So when he found that peace was in [YourName]’s arms? Gene swore he wouldn’t ever speak of that, scared it would be ripped from him the moment he acknowledges it out loud.

⚝ Cuddling sessions last up to as long as Gene sleeps or takes a break, so varies from 35 minutes to 4 hours. There was no need for words either to end a session, all he had to do was gently tap at [YourName]’s waist and they let him go, demanding to kiss his cheek before letting their boyfriend return to his post.

Zenix ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ (0.6k)

⚝ Zenix was always an odd ball, you know? From the moment we meet him throughout the entire series he’s kinda just a ghost figure that’s mentioned and pops up when we don’t expect him to– so.

⚝ Awkward. Confused at first. Eventually gets comfortable.

⚝ Let’s set the scene; it’s in those 15 years that the main group was in the Irene Dimension, which kinda gives me a little more free reign? Anyway..

⚝ Zenix takes a little while to realize that cuddling is an enjoyable thing to do, not just something humans do to keep warm.

⚝ At first, he let [YourName] cuddle him because he thought that since they weren’t undead or anything special of that nature, they were seeking warmth.

⚝ But when he noticed they were sweating throughout the night, he would push [YourName] away and let them rest- but by the morning, [YourName] was pressed right back up against Zenix.

⚝ After a few nights of this, Zenix finally asks about it: ‘What the hell is your deal?’

⚝ “My deal?” [YourName] asked, looking up from counting the coins they had stashed away. “Yeah. Your deal. You always are against me at night, the weather is starting to warm up. You don’t need my heat, you just sweat.” Zenix said, his brows furrowed with confusion. 

⚝ Zenix had been a Shadow Knight for so long now, he forgot that when two people (undead or alive) can cuddle for more than just warmth and need to remain alive. 

⚝ [YourName] laughed, rolled their eyes, and finished counting the money. When they realized Zenix was being 100% for real, [YourName] sighed as they shook their head, “I just like.. Cuddling you. I feel safe.” [YourName] summarizes awkwardly, setting the coin bag into their backpack.

⚝ Zenix had some sort of ‘ah-ha!’ moment, realizing that [YourName] was simply seeking normal couple actions. He also wasn’t use to dating, nor was he a touchy guy. He had just started holding [YourName]’s hand in public, not just to make sure they remained beside him when they were running.

⚝ From that conversation, Zenix started to be more open about cuddling. It took a few weeks, but he started initiating cuddling rather than waiting for [YourName] to hint that they wanted to be held. 

⚝ Zenix definitely randomly squeezes [YourName] when they cuddle, but not like death-grip squeezing, just a reminder to him or his partner that he’s there. It’s also his way of making sure [YourName] is still breathing as 9 times out of 10, it makes [YourName] stir when they’re asleep or giggle when they’re awake.

⚝ As hinted before, Zenix is a natural heater, so he’s an excellent fella to have around in the colder months. [YourName] loves being held by Zenix, and he had found this out because despite it being hot and [YourName] just kept on chugging along with the cuddling when they were able to lay low. 

⚝ So, during the hotter months, Zenix does everything he can to cool his body temperature down and that includes manually breathing. It’s so odd, and it doesn’t bother him, but just being aware of bodily functions is odd– especially when people don’t naturally focus on breathing or count seconds between when their chest rises and falls, but it seems to do the job to cool down the heat. 

⚝ Zenix 100% takes over big spoon once he’s aware of [YourName]’s love for cuddling! He can’t handle the thought of not being able to jump up or roll over his partner if danger comes along.

⚝ Zenix doesn’t have a certain cuddling position he likes, he’s noticed as long as he gets to hold [YourName] to his chest and feel that they’re still very much alive and safe, he’s satisfied. He does have a preference on if he is in the position to kiss [YourName]’s head or not (he 100% wants to have them face him so he can, hehe)

lets see how long dis aphmau phase lasts this yr !! - Stari ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

[talesofpheonixdrop]

hii!! could you write a reaction to the reader being injured for gene? 🫶

Yes of course!!!! i was between a few ideas, one is just the reader accidentally injuring themselves and gene jumps to immediate assumptions then laughs at you when he figures out you like... tripped and cut open your leg lol.

But i know what you all want, you want a ravenous force, a man so full of rage he brings hell to earth itself, yall want to see the blueberry man get his ASS kicked. (Note I decided to make this a continuation of 'Caught a Vibe' if you wanted something more along the lines of, someone tries to kill reader on purpose feel free to request that!)

and Anon, I will deliver that to you.

MCD! Gene x Injuried! GN reader.

Warnings: Mention of wrist injury, Gene guys i can not say this enough on my blog THE BAD GUYS ARE STILL BAD!!! Varying levels of bad especially in relationships but Gene, Zane, Ein, Etc. Etc. are all their own warnings! Be aware!! Violence. Mind Manipulation, Gene brainwashes people into cutting off a man's hands shits fucked, Also mention of murder but nothing explicit this time. If you want the specific's Reader has a dislocated wrist they haven't been treating.

Your wrist only got worse over time. The flesh darkened and became tender, swelling until you could hardly bend it without stabbing pains. You were unable to tend to your garden... at least not with tasks like weeding or replanting.

This was the longest Gene had stayed behind, and a part of you wished he hadn't you still remember the look in his eye as you were leaving the market a dark rage that sent a chill crawling to the very base of your spine. Gene has a way of drawing out deep primal instincts against your will, one change in demeanor from him forces your whole body into a cold sweat, Like a rabbit staring down the jaws of a wolf.

And what of that tension, the dark writhing mass of anger following him? Its only gotten darker and more oppressive with each day reflecting your bruising. You missed the birds in the day and crickets in the night, you missed your skin being clear of goosebumps, but most of all you missed what humanity was left of Gene. The cocky attitude and flirty smirk, the truly horrendous jokes... You haven't seen any sight of it since the morning after your journey to the market.

"Ah!"

Stabbing pain from your wrist to the ball of your shoulder, so sharp you swear you can feel it in your teeth. You jerk back with the shout, eyes shooting to Gene, But... he isn't looking at you, he has a eerily calm expression staring at your wrist, you wish you could say he's overreacting but, your wrist looks BAD... feels worse... practically immovable.

"You're getting that treated" His voice is cold and firm, there's hardly any room to argue with Gene when he's in a good mood, you feel like if you tried now you'd just be shouted out until he forcibly changed your mind... even if it is in your best interest, the idea makes a stone like dread form in your stomach. So instead, you inhale deeply before nodding

"Okay..."

"Now."

Okay that was more of a surprise, you never went to town when Gene was her, brought down the chance of trouble in.... multiple ways. Besides he tended to prefer having you to himself but before you can even say a word he's grabbing your cloak and fastening the cape of... well its best you don't ask how he got that guards uniform.... Less you know more you can deny.

The walk back to the village is... well how often can you describe something as tense? He's silent and staring forward eyebrows face tense... he's thinking on something dark, and he's thinking HARD. But, his fingers are laced with your own, and your pulled close as can be to his side, He walks you all the way to the Doctors... uses his Magicks to ensure you don't have to pay then...

"Meet me outside when your done okay?" Lightless dark blue eyes finally meet your own.

"Y.... You're not staying?" You look over in surprise, Gene NEVER left your side when he was with you sometimes you couldn't decide whether it was cute or suffocating now you were getting medical treatment and... he was leaving?

"No no, I got stuff to take care of Doll" Well that sure doesn't bode well.

"What do you have to do?" When you ask.. He chuckles darkly reaching out a hand and placing it on top of yout head.

"Don't you worry your little head about that yeah? I'll be right outside by the time your done, I'll even have a little suprise for ya" he hums with a warmth that doesnt reach his eyes then walks away as you hiss in pain, doctor starting work on your wrist.

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Theres been a commotion outside, you haven't been able to investigate. A wrap and splint being put onto your wrist but there's been a lot of shouting for the past 20 minutes. A part of you wishes you felt more worried, after all, the main scenario playing through your mind is Gene has been discovered but... no one in this village could hope to hold their own against the shadow knight, Metal or wits. Thinking about him being discovered gives you more a sense of pity for the people of this village then concerns over your beloved.

It's not until you step out of the doctors building that you learn exactly how wrong you are. Theres a crowd gathered, all staring at a pleading and crying man... a man you recognize.

The blueberry vendor from a few sunrises ago has been forced to his knees in the time square, his face is bloody and bruised you'd be surprised if he can even see the men holding him in place, arms outstretched despite how desperately he claws the wooden barrel holding his arms up trying to escape, to plead his case.

"Here she is!" Genes voice calls your head snaps over as he walks towards you in full guard garb. He makes it to your side and with a flourish pulls out quite the fancy ring.

"He took this engagement ring from you, didn't he Doll?"

Only half of that was a question. And you could tell, either way this man was being framed for stealing a ring most likely from you. But staring into Dark blue eyes deeper than the sea as dark as the night, you know the question laced beneath this one.

"...Yes." you nod slowly swallowing away the... difficult emotion here, you don't quite know what it is. Something between guilt for the man... and dread. But deeper in you a warm electric feeling sparks in your chest of adoration and love as he slides the ring onto your finger... gently cradling your hands.

Right as the Vendor loses both of his.

With the screams in the backdrop and the tangy metallic scent of blood you realize something. That electricity is zapping its way through you, turning that guilt and gnawing feeling to ash. Maybe... your more twisted than you believed, after all... you need to be to love a man like Gene as deeply as you do.

[starhvney]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐏

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd garroth, gene, laurance, travis

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff? literal hurt/comfort

𝐂𝐖: mentions of injuries but no in-depth descriptions

𝐀/𝐍: me when i spend more time finding the pictures for a good picture header than actually writing. i also did not proofread at all so i'm so sorry for any typos or hiccups in my writing

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

the fight has long since been over, yet after searching every corner of the village, you still saw no sign of the head guard. as your last resort, you hurriedly rush across the ruined plaza, climbing over rubble as you descend into the village mines. 

you find him there, tucked back in the main tunnel and slumped over as he holds a cloth over a gash on his side. his gloved hand fumbles with some medic supplies, though his shaky hold renders himself useless as they tumble to the floor.

“garroth,” you sigh, relieved but also annoyed by his insistence on never asking for help.

he flinches, caught off guard by the blood loss dulling his senses. even now, he stoically has every layer of his armor on except for his chest plate, even his helmet stays firmly against his skull.

“i’ll be alright, my lady,” he starts, though the pained wince he lets out a moment later immediately discounts him for his claims. 

quietly, you approach him, kneeling in front of him and pulling the first aid items out of his grasp. while you can’t see his face, you hear him inhale sharply to protest against you. you silence him with a stern glare, to which he sinks back into the uncomfortable stone without a word. 

“you are much too stubborn,” you chastise, reaching to his other hand to remove it from his wound. “your pride will get you killed.”

you cringe as he peels away the blood-soaked cloth to reveal a deep gash along his side. it's a slash and not a stab, thankfully, but it would still need stitches.

it seems he already knew that, based on the thread and needle he had yet to even tie together. while maneuvering the stitching thread into the eye of the needle, you listen to his shallow and shaky breathing underneath his helm.

“aren’t you having trouble breathing with that?”

“…no.”

your eyes dart up, narrowing at the eye slits of the metal in front of you. 

“it's just me. i understand you want to hide your identity, but when it comes to your health—“

you lift your hands up to his helm, firmly placing them on each side before pausing, waiting to hear for any protests. when you hear none, you slowly lift the metal, sliding it off of his head and revealing what was underneath.

for just a moment you freeze, eyes locking onto his. his hair was a stunning sandy blonde that brushed over his brow line in soft curls. they stuck to his forehead, that had a sheen of sweat over it. you could tell his stunning eye color was dulled over by pain, eyelids drooping and his lips pale.

“…there,” you set the helm down, focusing back on his wound. “now you can breathe better, right?”

“…yes.” he winces, leaning back on your command and revealing his wound again.

carefully, you stitch the wound closed, lifting his linen shirt up enough to allow yourself to wrap the bandaging around his stomach. when you’re done you sit back, wiping your hands against your already dirtied clothes and releasing a deep sigh.

you look up, watching as his jaw clenches and his eyes dart to your feet. he still looks pale, but he at least looks more stable than before.

“garroth.” you call, voice barely above a whisper.

his eyes trail up to yours, hesitant and full of a strange sort of guilt.

“you did a good job protecting me. protecting the whole village. but even the strongest need help,” you take his hand in yours. “at least let one person take care of you in return. i was really worried about you.”

he doesn’t say anything, but you know he understands, swallowing down his deep-set need for independence to put himself in your shoes for a moment.

“there’s a cot down here. why don’t you rest, and i’ll bring you back some food and drink to help you regain your strength.”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

you knew something was strange, when the beginnings of the evening cricket chirps grew silent, a heavy feeling settling around your cottage. despite the uneasiness and natural instinct that told you to run, you instead looked around the area for the source.

despite the lack of night critters, you notice a strange fluttering of butterflies dispersing from the other side of some shrubbery. you push through the leaves and twigs, noticing the further you advanced the more wilted the plants became. 

on the other side was a man in strange armor you hadn’t seen before. the metal must’ve been smoldering hot, somehow, because the grass around it wilted and burned away from its touch. despite the strange sense of uneasiness in your chest, you take a few steps towards the man, his form slumped over a large stump.

“sir? are you alright?”

he flinches, hand moving unnaturally quick towards a large sword you didn’t realize he had by his side until now. you stumble back with a startled gasp, hands raising in surrender. dark circles line deep blue eyes, black hair stuck on his face where blood poured from a wound.

“i’m not an enemy!” you quickly say. “that injury looks bad, i can help. i’ll go get some bandages for you.”

you quickly run back to your cottage, retrieving your satchel of medical supplies before he could say a word. whoever he was, he seemed dangerous. and the faster you help him the quicker he’ll be on his way and the less likely anything else dangerous is led to you. when you return, he’s still there, though he’s propped himself up in a sitting position and leaning back against the stump.

“i don’t need any help.”

“well those wounds look pretty deep. and… you’re the one who ended up near my home, so,” you carefully approach him, heart beating erratically fast in your chest. it felt like you were approaching a predator—a wild animal pretending to be a man. “the faster i help you, the less likely whatever did this to you comes near my garden.”

his gaze stayed trained on you for a moment, piercing into you as you kneel next to him. his eyes were a beautiful shade, yet so strangely unsettling and dull. as you glance at them, it almost appears as no light shines from them at all. he smirks, a strangely amused laugh leaving his lips like he found your assistance to be completely entertaining.

“ah, there’s the motive.”

you ignore him, instead using a cloth to wipe away the blood from the side of his head.

“what’s your name?”

“what’s yours?”

you restrain a sigh, biting back the sarcastic quip you wanted to return and instead reciting your name back to him.

“…gene.”

“nice to meet you… gene. how did you get this hurt? are you…” you glance down at his strange armor and sword. “a guard, our some kind of soldier…?”

he says nothing.

“alright, then,” you clear your throat. “no more questions.”

you finish cleaning his head and neck, where another wound was, and carefully place the healing ointment you made from your own magicks herbs. trying to ignore the strange sense that you needed to run away, you finish up your work by placing bandages over the gashes… that seemed to already be healing pretty quickly. 

“there. you’re set.”

a small, “thanks,” leaves his lips, and the two of you met eyes. he seems to contemplate something, before another huffing out another amused laugh.

“you’re very…naive. you should be careful.”

“…what?”

his hand is suddenly in front of your face, cold fingers touching against the skin of your forehead and dragging down, brushing your eyelids closed. somehow your eyes grow impossibly heavy, your head too much to hold up as you slump over, landing in the arms of ge…

…of…who again?

the birds chirp the next morning as you groggily wake from what felt like a coma of slumber. you feel like there was something important you needed to take care of, but you must’ve fallen asleep early last night. you must’ve been exhausted… you don’t even remember carrying yourself into bed. 

oh, that’s right! you had to help… you had to… what was it you were up to last night?

your slump from where you sit, blinking at the floor in confusion.

it must not have been too important.

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

it’s terrifying, looking into blood red eyes where iridescent pale blue ones had been before. it had only been a split moment—you two were ambushed, a thief’s sword grazing against your cheek and knocking you backwards in surprise as a whole gang of them emerged from the tree line.

laurance suffered an arrow wound, but before you could panic it wasn’t his blood that soaked the ground… but instead the whole dozen of men who tried to attack you.

you stare horrified as dark red drips from him, unsure if it was his own or from the bodies around him. he’s breathing, so heavily, face turned away from you as he stills in the center of his carnage. a few moments pass like this, your eyes trained cautiously on the dulled shade of caramel hair that lays messily on his head. 

“…laurance?” you call out quietly, your voice barely a timid whisper.

he turns to look at you, eyes red and glazed over as he begins to trudge towards you. something about the dark circles and his paled skin splattered with blood frightened you, your uncertainty heightened by his silence and now much taller frame. he towers over you, breaths heavy and sword still tightly gripped in his hand.

“it’s me!” you shakily yelp, regretting your reaction immediately when he flinches, eyes widening.

“…and i’m me.” he frowns, his larger hand brushing against your injured cheek. “you’re scared of me.”

“…no.”

he stares at you, eyebrows pinched together. he doesn’t call you out on your bluff with words, but the look he gives you is enough.

“i felt that something was off. i should’ve done something sooner.”

“it caught me off guard, too. we’re both tired, so—“

“i’m supposed to protect you. now you’re hurt.”

“it’s only a graze, laurance.” you silence his anger towards himself, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. “you’re hurt more than me.”

you reach in your satchel, pulling out some healing ointment and bandages you were sure to pack for the journey. he begins to shake his head, hand engulfing yours as he stops you.

“i’ll heal on my own. you know that shadow knights—“

“this will help you heal faster. and help with the pain.”

he sighs, taking a seat on a nearby rock and complying with your insistence despite the lack of need for it.

there were only a few gashes that were deep enough to not be sealed up immediately, dark red blood oozing from the lacerations. you put your focus on cleaning each one, swiping on the ointment and wrapping the bandages carefully onto his wounds.

when you look back up at his face those calm blue eyes have returned, staring back at you as they dart over your face. he takes the ointment from your hands, and with two fingers he motions for you to come closer.

you do so without much hesitation, allowing his finger to dip into the ointment and dab it across your injured cheek. he lingers his hand there for only a few moments longer, before looking away and putting your things back into your satchel.

“thank you, laurance.”

“stay right next to me,” he looks back up, tone and eyes insistent. “for the rest of the way. okay?”

it’s more of a demand than a request, but you simply nod in agreement, unable to refuse him.

“okay.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

“take your shirt off.” you sigh, sitting next to travis as you dig through your bag.

“woah!” he laughs, a cheeky smirk stretching across his face. “way to be direct.”

you pause, glaring over at him with an unimpressed stare.

“i will add to those injuries. just do it—“

“okay! okay!” he raises his hands up, wincing at the pull of his skin against his wounds. “ow…”

he begins to peel his bloodied tunic from his skin, wincing as he attempts to lift it over his shoulders. you restrain another sigh before you take a glance down at his injuries, instead feeling pitiful at the state he was in. standing in front of him, you help him slide the fabric over his head and off his arms, leaving his whole torso exposed. 

a few previous scars litter across the skin, dipping into different divots of chiseled muscles. he was well built—he had to be for the large claymore he wielded—yet he was still lean, muscles standing out due to the low body fat he had.

“like what you see?” he smirks, catching your gaze that lingered a bit too long on his bare skin. 

“no.”

he flinches at your quick refusal, jutting out his bottom lip.

“ouch, you’re so harsh.”

“why would i like seeing all of these wounds you’re covered in? you’re lucky it wasn’t any worse or you wouldn’t even be conscious right now,” you scold. “what were you thinking?”

“so you were worried about me…” he peeks up at you through his lashes, lips once again turning up in a satisfied smirk.

you roll your eyes, not saying anything as you begin to clean up his wounds. you can never catch a break with this guy, can you? despite his annoying flirtatious jokes, though, you really couldn’t help the worry and care you felt for him. 

he hisses between clenched teeth as you accidentally press against a laceration too harshly, one of his hands reaching up to clasp against your wrist.

“a little more gentle, sweetheart.”

“sorry,” you mutter, shaking your head as you realize what you were thinking.

he doesn’t say anything, instead going quiet as you continue to patch him up. it’s not until you’re dabbing on ointment and healing potions that he speaks up again, his voice strangely soft and unsure.

“you were worried about me, right?”

you pause, glancing down at him. his eyes are strangely… pleading, cool green shining as he searches for an answer on your face. 

you gently place your hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through the soft white strands and pulling him forward and pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“yes, i was. don’t be so reckless next time.”

when you pull away, his cheeks have turned a soft shade of red and his eyes have widened, practically bulging from their sockets. slowly, his jaw opens, mouth gaping as he starts to speak.

“you–”

“shut up.”

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

[my-writing-street]

i accidentally posted this when it wasnt finished so I lost the ask but thankfully I ss fucking everything

anyways some warnings for blood

enjoy!

Once more, you headed into the forest.

Recently, Lord Aphmau asked if you could travel to the woods and collect some herbs for Lady Zoey. You, of course, were ecstatic to help! Lord Aphmau had already done so much for your little village, the least you could do to repay her was collect a few measly herbs.

And so, every day, you would head into the forest. But not alone. Lord Aphmau had assigned you a guard to keep you safe.

Well.. it's more truthful to say that he assigned himself. Sir Laurance, second in command of the guards, had taken it upon himself to keep you free from dangers while you trek through the woods. It was.. eye-opening, to say the least.

Many would say that the two of you made an unusual pair, a respected guard and a humble villager. And at first, you would agree.

You and Sir Laurance had seemingly nothing in common, and you would often question why he came with you in the first place. His answer was always the same.

("I could never let a pretty thing like you wander alone in these dangerous woods now could I?")

Always accompanied by a cheeky grin, his words lit little embers in your heart, and soon you found those embers growing into a steady blaze. How lucky you were to have a guard, a sworn protector of your very village, smitten with you.

Every morning, you would wake up, get ready for the day -however, you have begun to put more effort into your appearance lately- and look forward to your trip with Sir-

("Someone as lovely as you need only call me Laurance.." his words echoed in your mind, interrupting your morning routine with his soothing, sultry-)

Ahem.. Every morning, you would wake up, get ready for the day, and look forward to your trip with..Laurance into the woods.

The trip itself was nothing special, and definitely not dangerous enough to warrant a guard- it was a simple hour-long trip there and back.

The herbs you needed grew by a small river and usually, it was the perfect resting place. The cool water provided much-needed refreshment for you and it often soothed your sore muscles.

Crouched down to the river, you splashed a bit of water on your face to cool off, it had been particularly hot today and Laurance’s not-so-subtle flirting certainly hadn't helped you cool down either. He was always present behind you, but never too far that he wasn't able to voice his silly one-liners.

(“It’s lovely weather for a walk, isn't it?” His voice echoed through the winds, somehow meddling wonderfully with the forest’s own calm and serene symphony.

Your head turned to gaze at him. He stared at the treetops while the sun peeked through the leaves, seemingly lost in thought. But just as you were about to answer, he locked eyes with you and tilted his face towards yours, smiling mischievously.

“But not as lovely as the beauty in front of me.”)

Cheesy, yet endearing: if you hid a smile or a small laugh behind your hands then it would forever remain unknown to anyone but you.

You say on your knees, face peering up to look at your -hopefully- equally smitten companion, intending to restart the chatter that had died down when the two of you reached the river. 

But.. something was off. 

Instead of looking at you -like you had suspected- Laurance was instead looking into the surrounding forest, a hand tensed on his sword’s grip. As if he was waiting for something to strike.

For all your trips into the woods, never once had you seen him like this. No longer was it your charming and silly Laurance in front of you. It was the second in command, Sir Laurance of Phoenix Drop, tense and waiting for battle.

His posture screamed danger and the hair on your arms stood at attention. Like a deer in the path of a hunter’s arrow, you remained still, ready to bolt at the moment Laurance gave a sign.

But you were never prepared for that hunter’s arrow to fly right by your face, only thrown off course by Laurance's quick sword. A thin red sliver opened up on your left cheek, steadily dripping as the arrow lodged itself in the trees behind you.

Laurence was already gone, dashing through the woods. A hastily yelled “Go!” was your only sign to start running.

…

Rushing through the woods, the only thing on your mind was Laurance. He was the second in command so surely he was fine. But those people in the woods.. They were unlike anything you had seen before.

..That's not true.

Once, before Lord Aphmau settled into Phoenix Drop you saw it. Saw him.

A man with eyes so red they could pass for blood. He was covered head to toe in blood with a crazed look in his dark red eyes. He was.. too far gone to notice you in his haze. But you would never forget the crimson and coal armor he dawned.

And it was only a glimpse, yet you saw it. The bow that had carved through your cheek was held by red claw-like gauntlets. 

Trees blurred past you and you found yourself running faster as if spurred on by the sight of ill-gotten crimson armor. You were going too fast and knew that it was only a matter of time until you slipped and fell onto the harsh ground below. Yet you continued on, perhaps putting enough distance between you and the battle would at least allow Laurance to fight at his best without having to worry about protecting you.

Cold, rocky ground met your palms as you inevitably tripped over something and fell. Harsh breaths fled from your lungs out into the air and hoped your heaving wouldn't give away your position. 

“Oh Irene,” you prayed, hands clasped over your heart and kneeling despite the pain in your legs. “Please, watch over Laurance. Let him come to no harm and-”

*Crunch*

A frightened, high-pitched noise left your lips and you cursed yourself as you scrambled to get up. They're coming for you, you know it.

Their footsteps were loud in the quiet forest. They had nothing to worry about if they were making this much noise. You tried to run, but your earlier fall had injured your legs. All you could do was pathetically scamper, each step held up by your hands fisting tree bark.

Tears cascade down your cheeks. The salt stung your wounded flesh but you paid it no mind. You had to get as far as you could-

“..me].”

They were gaining on you. Gods, is this how you die?! 

“-ame]..!”

You were just a simple villager with an interest in plants and this is where it gets you? You would have stayed at home today if you knew this was going to happen. In fact, if you make it out alive today you'd make it a point to never go into these damn woods ever again! No matter what Lord Aphmau needs, it's certainly not worth your life-!

You nearly jumped out of your skin as a cold, clammy hand gripped your shoulder.

“[Name]!”

It was-

“Laurance!” Flinging your arms around his shoulders, you almost managed to topple the both of you to the forest floor when you jumped on him.

Heavy sobs racked your body as you relaxed in his arms. Calloused and steady hands brushed the tears from your face before his fingers caught on the cut on your face.

He pulled back from your embrace and guided you to look up at him.

“Hey, its- it's ok.. Just a small scratch..” his voice was a soft, steady thing for you to focus on while he tried to placate you.

Though his words remained drowned out by your cries, you still found solace in them and managed to calm your sobs enough to get a good look at him through your tears.

Your vision was still blurry so you started with what was closest to you, his hands. Faint scratches marred them and you could smell an iron scent emanating from his palms. 

Gods, he was probably more hurt than you and here you were, crying like a baby in his arms because of one measly scratch.

You wiped your eyes, surely smearing dirt all over your face with how dirty they were. But you couldn't care less, you just had to see him. You had to make sure he was alright.

His hair was disheveled and a leaf or two aly beneath light brown strands. Sweat dripped down his forehead and mixed with dirt, likely from the fight before.

His eyes were-

You pushed him away.

“Wha- [Name]?-”

He looked at you, confused. You were just clinging to him a second ago, what had happened? He took a look behind himself to see if any pursuers had managed to get back up and follow him but he was met with nothing but forest.

He turned back to you. You were slowly backing away. It was odd, had he done something?-

A soft whisper broke the rising tension between the two of you.

“..Your eyes.” your voice was faint.

Blood-red eyes locked onto you.

(Just like the man from before, with bloodied armor, bloodied hair, and bloodied eyes.)