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Intrigue ~ Laurakers First Meeting Fic

[Oh my god I managed to write something. For the first time in ages. I just wanted to write how I think the Laurakers first meeting would go. Aka Robert immediately flirts with me. Because of course he does.]

Summary: After Hawkins Library is split apart, Laura thinks her job couldn't possibly get more eventful. Little does she know she'll meet a certain Lieutenant who will come to bother her for a very long time.

Ship: Laurakers / Hit Me With Your Killshot Genre: First Meeting/Akers being a crass flirt immediately Word Count: 1488

As far as Laura had originally been convinced, nothing could get more out of the ordinary than an earthquake nearly splitting the library she worked at in half. What she didn't know was that was most likely the least extraordinary thing she'd ever witness again.

It hadn't taken long for the military to move into Hawkins and set up a cordon with her library at the center. Well, it wasn't hers technically but she'd worked and spent enough time there in the past few years to consider the place a second home, which meant it almost felt like moving house when they came to pack up the library's records. She'd told Marissa she'd take on the bulk of the work, though when a group of five men all showed up with the express purpose of moving boxes she felt she didn't need to do much of anything.

Thankfully that gave her time to think… More importantly examine the gaping chasm that had been left before they inevitably found a way to cover it. They were claiming it was an earthquake but this looked like anything but that. She could tell that much from the odd red glow, the stringlike webs stretched lengthways across the gaping maw of the earth and the strange groans she could hear coming from below… Just what exactly was this? It certainly had to be more than what they were saying to everyone as she knew they'd never send out this much military just for an earthquake. Kneeling down and looking closer it almost seemed like the webs kept the chasm knitted together like a wound - almost fleshlike. She would have liked to study it further if it weren't for a gruff voice breaking her from her reverie: "Step back, Miss."

Laura would have taken a step back if she'd had the room, her gaze immediately having to shoot up to the soldier that was standing before her. His arms were folded almost haphazardly and yet his hand still remained a few telltale inches away from the holster that rested at his side which gave her all the warning that she needed already.

"I was just-…"

"Doesn't matter." His hand wraps easily around her forearm before she even manages to say anything else, tugging her up from her knees with an ease that betrayed his strength despite his lithe looking frame. When he lets her go she notes how his pale blue eyes seem to linger over her - a silent assessment. "…Just what're you still doing here anyway?"

"…I'm the librarian here." Laura replies, matching his curtness and folding her arms over her chest as though that would make her seem any more stern to the man that practically towered above her by a good few feet. She had to wonder if all soldiers were this damn tall. Was it some sort of requirement or something?

"…A sweet little thing like you?" He hums, a disbelieving smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I thought all librarians were old bats pushing on sixty… Almost makes having to haul all this crap around worth it."

Charming. Laura had to roll her eyes and scoff at the sheer audacity. One minute he's rudely manhandling her and the next minute he's trying to make a pass at her. That damn smirk he was giving her certainly betrayed his enjoyment of the situation and for just a second she thinks he'd almost be handsome if he wasn't such an ass. "Clearly not…" She retorts. "Now are you done? Do you not have other people to manhandle away from your 'totally an earthquake' chasm?" "Nobody in this place 'cept you, me and my men… So as long as you stay out of trouble, then no." "That's your way of saying you're just going to stay and bother me, isn't it…?"

Ah. She wasn't going to end up getting rid of him now, that was for certain - especially when she'd made her suspicion about the situation so clear.

With one last glance at the chasm, she took a few steps away. The action at least made the hand she could see poised by the firearm at the soldier's side finally relax after a moment of scrutiny. Clearly he'd decided she wasn't going to be an issue but given his previous comment she was still acutely aware of the calculated sweep of his eyes over her as she leant against the wall. "…You're still staring."

This observation only seemed to draw a wry chuckle from him as he closed the distance again. "What? Am I not able to keep an eye on you…?"

"Not that much of an eye…." She hums, her eyes momentarily flicking downwards to the patch stitched on the jumpsuit of his uniform. There it is, a name to go with that smug face. "Lieutenant Akers."

Oh. He clearly seemed to like that little challenge, judging by the raise of a brow she was met with when her eyes met his again. Unfortunately for Laura this simply prompted him to set a hand on the wall and lean beside her, using that height of his to his full advantage as he looked down at her. She had to fight to keep a neutral expression as his eyes glistened down at her with unmasked interest. "…You got a name to go with that smart little mouth of yours…?"

"…Laura." Her voice came out quieter than she intended. Perhaps it was how suddenly she'd become aware of how small she felt compared to him now he was that close to her. Had she ever been this close to a man before this? Not that she could ever recall… Did all men smell like-… Well, she wasn't quite sure what he smelled like actually. Probably one part sweat, one part whatever aftershave he was wearing and one part that she could only describe as a mystery scent. Whatever it was it smelt like some sort of mustiness that seemed totally the opposite of the aformentioned sweat. She cleared her throat as she attempted to pull her thoughts back into line. Why the hell did she care so much about what he smelt like anyway? "Just Laura is fine, before you say it…"

The low hum he gives her in response is almost approving, Laura thinks. Or interested… Or perhaps some secret third thing that she couldn't quite figure out yet.

"Well, Laura… I-…" He curses as a string of muffled words blurts loudly out of the radio clipped to his belt, the look on his face switching to annoyance quicker than anything. "Of all the damn times-…" She hopes he doesn't catch the relieved slump of her shoulders as he pushes back off the wall and exchanges a few words with the crackled voice on the other end of the line. Some sort of superior, or thats what she assumes from the way his brow creases even further. This only serves to make the difference even more stark when his eyes meet hers again one last time. "Look. I need to get back to work but keep your pretty ass out of trouble, you hear me?"

"…I hear you." She says, cursing herself for feeling something when he looks at her. Intrigue? Something else? Whatever it is she's asking her next question a bit too quickly for her own liking. "I take it I'll be seeing you around here often then?"

"As long as that's there." He replies quickly, nodding to the chasm she'd been all too focused on only a few moments prior. "So don't think I'm done with you just yet." That cocky smirk returns to his lips for just a moment before he finally turns over his shoulder to leave.

Laura watches him go, smoothing out her clothes and swallowing down a lump she didn't even realise had been sat in her throat until he left. All of a sudden she couldn't tell if she was thankful for the space or not as she suddenly became aware of the cold, pulling her cardigan tight around her. Her lips pursed as she looked over at the chasm again. He'd certainly managed to throw her off balance from her original investigation… Yet still, if he was going to be sticking around specifically because of the chasm then perhaps it may not be as bad of a thing for her as she'd thought. He'd have information after all. Best case scenario - he helps her learn more about whatever is going on. Worst case scenario… She wasn't certain but she knew it would probably have something to do with his attitude which, rather unfortunately, was making her feel intrigued about a man for quite possibly the first time in her life.

Laura decides she'll stay out of trouble for now at least - although she knows that trouble now has a name and it won't ever be that far away from her.

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Something tells me. idk. that I might be getting just a bit carried away writing about making out with Akers. Just a bit-....

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“A Kiss Sweet Upon My Tongue” ~ a Valaurius Fic

[FIC UNDER THE CUT!!! HEE HOO ITS MY FIRST EVER VALAURIUS FIC AND I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING FOR AGES!!! I hope y’like it... Reblogs encouraged ofc hee hee]

Summary: After releasing Valerius from his binds to the devil, Laura finds a moment to go and check on him and a long standing tension in their relationship is finally acted upon. 

Ship: Valaurius / A Kiss Richer Than Wine Genre: First Kiss (ah no wait now they’re making out-) / Upright Route / Literally me being my own audience again Word Count: 1622

Laura had managed to take her leave from the Countess for a moment to go her own ways, following the path she’d seen the Hierophant and Valerius take off into the Vineyard. She’d found herself feeling more pangs of worry for the Consul than usual as of late rather than the distaste she was so clearly mirroring back at him, which she’d find surprising enough already if it weren’t for the attentive way he raised his head to look at her when she finally found him again. If it were any other day back in Vesuvia he’d simply have continued sipping away at his wine with nary a glance in her direction, but upon hearing her footsteps he set the glass he was nursing upon a nearby table and glanced over his shoulder in her direction. “Laura..? Do forgive the reaction but I thought you’d be with the Countess..?” Valerius questioned as she approached, a slight lift in his tone indicating the surprise which he clearly seemed to be masking. “I was… But I suppose I wasn’t ready to stop worrying about you yet.” Laura replies, standing by him just close enough to catch the slight widen of his eyes with the comment. “I know the Hierophant has been looking after you but you are okay, right…? No marks? Faintness? It’d usually take weeks to recover from something like that-”

Whilst Valerius normally would have pulled himself away the instant Laura made to try and touch him, the way she reaches out to take his wrists and turn them over lightly in her hands was… Oddly comforting. Watching the way her fingers ran along them, as though she were feeling for some invisible length of chain still snapped upon his wrist, was something he found himself doing for just a little too long as she finished her rather lengthy explanation and her eyes flicked back up to meet his. He’d only seen her look that concerned one other time and that was before-...  Well… Before she’d freed him. It was the first time he’d seen her look at him with such pity… With such concern in those normally dark eyes, which seemed honeyed in the sunset… Had they always been that way? He’d never noted it in any of the times they’d ended up sitting on the balcony together after some exchange between them and the Countess where she’d offered them a break, left to their own devices as she’d quietly sipped her tea awaiting her return and watched him with quiet contemplation… Always thinking of something… Always scheming, he’d thought… Perhaps it had never been that way-?

“I’m fine.” He says perhaps a little too quickly for his liking, feeling a small flush of embarrassment at the way she’d caught him staring which he quickly brushes aside with narrowed eyes and a firm pressing of his lips into their usual narrowed line. “Though I suppose I must thank you again for your concern… For your…Help… It’s strange… Being able to think so clearly… For you of all people to have done something of that magnitude… I never would have thought you would-” “...And why not..?” Laura interjects, the small pinch of recognisable annoyance in her brow appearing that he seemed to draw out remarkably often. “Just because you always seemed so intent to despise me in some way, doesn’t make you any less worthy of my help than anyone else… No matter how much you always seemed to clearly belittle my magic…” “...You know well enough that’s not what I meant-” Ah gods, of all the times he hadn’t meant to cause some sort of argument with her but had by sheer choice of his poor wording…He’d have thought that the sigh he’d given when she’d let go of his wrists was more than enough to betray his annoyance at himself for that fact, yet it didn’t seem to help him much in that it only serves to make her step away from him and plunge even further into her annoyance.  “Then what did you mean…? Half of the time I can never tell if what you’re saying is even genuine… When you thanked me the first time I was wondering the whole time if you were just doing so to save face in front of Nadia… If as soon as we returned to Vesuvia and everything got back to normal that you’d just get right back to giving me the cold shoulder like none of this ever happened… Honestly, Valerius… I never intended for us to become enemies with one another but-... But I never knew what you were thinking! Everything you ever did seemed to just raise more questions and for once… Just once I’d like to know the truth about how you’re feeling rather than saying everything is fine all the time and trying to get away from me or telling me to leave you alone and not talk to you or-”

Laura isn’t quite sure how it happened, but within a moment she feels her hands caught in mid-air, slender fingers gripped around her wrists and the sensation of being pulled forwards before the words die upon her lips.

Well, they were now otherwise occupied… Wait.

It took a moment to set in but she was being kissed. He was kissing her.

Then before she found herself questioning any differently, she began to return it.

She allowed herself to get closer with her hands grasping at whatever point of the front of his robes she’d managed to set them upon and her lips parting with a small breath of surprise at the contact, then whatever doubt she’d held about the situation had washed away as she felt him take the opportunity to deepen the kiss and the taste of whatever one of the Hierophant’s fancy wines he’d been drinking quickly washed over her. While normally she’d find the taste of most wines acrid, there was a sweetness upon his lips that made itself known far more than the pinch of spice, bitter bite of sour cherry and burnt earthiness if the wine he’d been drinking - which judging by the taste must be rather strong. Not that she’d ever expect any less from Valerius although it did make it much harder to tell if it was the wine or the way he was kissing her that was making her more lightheaded, his hands still grasped upon her wrists as though he were still afraid she could pull away at any moment and scorn him for being so impulsive.

He had been, he really had, but he could scold himself for that once he was able to try and drink this whole moment even slightly out of his mind. Perhaps once he’d finally forgotten some of the details like how soft her skin felt beneath his fingertips, the quick and desperate breaths he’d hear her take whenever their lips parted for a moment, the warmth of her or the smell of residual lavender, clove and a hint of myrrh - perhaps then he could finally let himself feel somewhat ashamed.

The small handful of seconds before they finally parted again had felt so much longer, only seeming to sink into some sort of normal rhythm again once Laura had opened her eyes and began to take note of the whole situation. Valerius silently released her wrists, his pale golden eyes not breaking from hers as he blinked and joined her in taking a moment to catch his breath.

“....Does that make my position on you clear enough, Witch?” Valerius asks, the nickname retaining only a small trace of the bite he usually uttered it with as he stepped away from her and Laura quickly began to make some attempt of remembering just where she was.

“Ah-... Uh-.... Quite.” She replies, fumbling to quickly try and straighten out her hair and her clothes more in an attempt to offer some sort of distraction than anything else. For a second Valerius almost felt a hint of pride at the fact he’d managed to throw her so far off and she was acting so shy all of a sudden as she glanced at him and promptly realized how much she’d ended up creasing his robes with her eagerness to return his advances. “...Though you’ll probably forgive me if I take some time to consider it…?”

“....By all means.” He simply hums in response as he gracefully plucks his wine glass from where he’d previously set it down, taking a long and laboured sip. “...Perhaps once this whole sordid business is done you may grace me with your thoughts.”

“Right-... Of course-… And you most certainly are fine… Uh-... As in healthy… Not-..” Laura stutters as she starts to walk away, only stopping herself once she notices the stare he was giving her over the rim of his wine glass intensifying as she dug herself further into a hole. “Okay-... Forget it… Just keep yourself safe until I get back and don’t cause any issues-…”

Valerius is rather glad Laura doesn’t hear the small and admittedly rather undignified snort of laughter he makes into his wine as he watches her dash away, hands still patting over her clothes as though she had somehow convinced herself he’d used the opportunity to steal something from her… Well, perhaps he had stolen something it seemed though not something physical… Perhaps he’d at least do her the good grace of waiting for her to say so though, as much as he already wished to make some gloat about her being so clearly interested in him.

For now the sunset over the vineyard and a fresh pour of Mourvèdre would serve as enough of a reward until she returned.

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The North Star with a Golden Band ~ Laurvert Engagement Fic

Ship: The Lawmans’ North Star Genre: Canon-Era / Engagement Fic/ Ship Establishment Word Count: 2172

Summary: ‘vert is rather unusually tense on one of their nights reading together... At first Laura is worried something is weighing heavily on his mind - though it turns out to be a rather important matter of the heart instead.

Authors Notes: GAH HERE IT IS!! THE ULTRA SOFT LAURVERT ENGAGEMENT FIC!!! I haven’t written anything in a long while so I might be a little rusty, but I HAD to write this because.... AGH.... I JUST LOVE MY LAW MAN, OK??? Click the title to go to the fic!!!

[REBLOGS AND INTERACTIONS HEAVILY ENCOURAGED! 💖]

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I HAVE TO REQUEST 💕 WITH AYMERIC 👀 PRETTY PLEASE GIVE US SOME OF THAT WONDERFUL WHOLESOME CONTENT FOR THE SOUL!!! ✨

OH GOLLY GAEL!!!!! STRAIGHT INTO THE BOI I'VE NEVER WRITTEN FOR BEFORE??? 😳 HOW DARING!!! *limbers up my fingers with a lil wiggly* riGHT OK HERE GOES-

[Send a 💕  and an F/O and I’ll write my F/O looking at me from their perspective!]

“I’d heard my fair share of tales of her in my time - The Warrior of Light, said to have felled eikons... How surprising to me then, that when I should finally have met her she would seem... So quiet.. Humble as the simple bow she’d chosen to carry... Hands set upon her lap to appear polite, yet the callouses that lined the edges of her fingertips only served to attest the truth of all those grand stories...   I had felt her eyes upon me from the first - aiming to gauge my intent with naught but a lingering hint of curiosity glistening so noticeably at the corners, made only more prominent by the shadow of weariness around them which only comes from a remarkable amount of travelling... A curiosity, I must admit, that only served to hasten my own... If the matters of discussion were not as pressing as they were, I would have rather unashamedly asked her all manner of questions... Perhaps she’d be able to answer the one most pressing at the time of my writing.... How would her voice carry out across a room...? Would it sound as gentle yet stern as she appears? Would the poise she seemed so intent in trying to uphold in my presence carry into her speaking?

It would seem to me Miss Etoilenne is a woman of two extremes. The first, humility. A lift in her brow as she left serving to betray this to me... Curiosity turned to patience... Those brown eyes which had seemed at first so cool now reflecting a sense of welcoming warmth... It were almost a silent answer of how she drew people to her so effortlessly... With my co-operation assured, she came to regard me with patience and respect... A sense of equal ground I can only hope to humbly return. The second, I can only describe as determined - as though all her deeds did not attest to that enough... I did notice the way her eyes narrowed at my initial refusal, as though ready to launch into an effort to change my decision... Though her expression quickly eased with my explanation, I rather dread to think what it would be like to be on the receiving end of her ire... It always seems to be the eyes that give away most of her intent - and for a moment I very much understood why they called her a warrior. Were Miss Etoilenne not as patient looking of a woman as she was, nor so trustful in Commander Leveilleur, I fear she would have made many, many demands of me with not a moment to catch her own breath... If I must be made to admit it, perhaps a small part of me would have liked to have seen it...

It would appear I’ve digressed rather enough from my own matters for one moment... If she were ever to witness this account I could only hope my musings would serve to brighten her expression... One day I should hope to make her smile at least once... Halone knows I understand how much she could use a small reprieve...”

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"Four Terrible Decisions" or "The Inspector Admits He Is On A Date" ~ A Laurvert Ficlet

Ship: The Lawmans' North Star Word Count: 2821 Genre: First Date, Self-Indulgent Fluff with a side of Laurvert Lore

Summary: Javert takes Laura into the Café he often frequents along his patrols by the Seine, though what is meant to be a routine visit with a friend soon turns into a string of terrible decisions on his part that might not be so terrible after all.

[Reblogs and comments are appreciated, as always! 💖 I just got sO DAMN SOFT over 'vert I had to write something... 🥺👉👈]

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“The Dark Side Of The Sun” ~ The Vampire Himbo AU Fic

(wow help pls appreciate my vampire bunboi i hhhh theRE HE IS- 😳)

Main Ships: Squipbun / The Lawmans’ North Star Genre: Vampire Himbos AU / Vampire AU Word count: Ongoing project!

So here’s my current big project, which I’m finally going to start turning into a fic because AU April has enabled me! Originally it was just a Halloween One-Shot for last year (which forms the first chapter!) but now it’s branched out into a whole work of it’s own! This document (The one linked on the title of this post!) will house every chapter of the fic as I update it! I’m putting a whole buttload of work and planning in, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it! ;u;

[Reblogs and Interactions are more than appreciated! 💖]

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Fiyero + KISS + whatever the RNG wants! - @dharswife

@dharswife ~ Oh Eden YES!!! I ALWAYS LOVE WRITING FOR MY HIMBO PRINCE BOY!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!

OH MY GOD I COULD NOT HAVE GOT A SOFTER PROMPT WE NEED A MINUTE.... LAURA FINALLY GETS TO WRITE THE CANON FIYAURA FIRST KISS SCENARIO.

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“Well, here we are!” Fiyero states proudly, letting go of Lauras’ arm as they stopped a short distance from her dorm room. Of course he was going to be a gentleman and walk her home! It was the least he could do for her after she’d treated him to such a wonderful time on one of their, dare he admit it, rather frequent outings out of Shiz. It had made a rather nice change for Laura to suggest going on a walk through the Great Gillikin Forest, even if it was a bit more down-paced than the sort of outings he was used to taking her on. If it were up to him, he would probably have spent every bit of money he’d had in his pocket on her given half the chance... At least she seemed to enjoy it though and admittedly, he did too - just by the virtue of her company. “Safe and sound, as promised...! I take it you’ll be up all night thinking about me, hm~?” “Well... Um... Maybe not...! I need to get some sleep for class tomorrow morning...!” Laura says carefully, her brow furrowing just a little in her usual brand of ever-persistent thought, although admittedly she chuckles just a little, given the small, proud smirk he seemed to be giving her. “I had a wonderful time tonight though, thank-you... Oh..! And goodnight too, Fiyero...”

Fiyero is about to wish her a good night in return, but stops as she carefully leans up onto her tiptoes and softly presses her lips to his. That’s evidently all it seems to take to get him more than a little weak in the knees, by the way he perks up at first before leaning down enough for her to be able to settle her feet flat on the ground and for him to be able to kiss back just a little. By the small quiver in his lip that she seemed to feel though, it seemed just a little like he’d almost forgotten how... Odd, given how much he usually seemed to gloat at her about being good at kissing. When they part, even more oddly enough for Laura, Fiyero seems to be the one who is doing most of the blushing - his cheeks redder than Laura had ever seen them as his green eyes flick over her multiple times. His lips part a couple of times in an effort to speak, but he finds himself falling short as he has to glance away and give his hair a light ruffle in an attempt to try get whatever bit of a brain he even had back on track.

“I-...... Um-..... Wow-...” He breathes, his rather flustered expression widening into a blushy, wonderstruck grin. “I-.... Didn’t think you’d do that-...” “W - Well... You always tease me about wanting a kiss so-... I mean-...” Laura says with a light clear of her throat, blinking a little in surprise at just how shy he’d suddenly got. Seeing the usually suave, flirty and confident Fiyero blushing and at a complete and utter loss for words was exceptionally unusual. Not that she particularly minded seeing him this way though... It was very sweet, watching him shuffle a little on his feet and start fussing with his hair, and if anything she was more surprised that her kissing him had managed to dissolve his usual confidence so easily. “I-.... Thought a goodnight kiss might be a good idea-...” “Oh! Um-.... Very! Y - Yeah...! I mean I was totally thinking the same thing!” Fiyero chirps, trying to recollect his usual jaunty confidence. “I mean if you weren’t gonna kiss me then I was gonna kiss you-” Laura laughs just a little at him, her smile widening as he gives that telltale little tuck of his hair behind his ear that signals to her he’s still more than a little flustered, no matter how much he’s trying to regain his confidence. Not that his rather obvious lie didn’t tell her that enough already, especially when she only makes that smile of his that little bit wider with her laughter. “....Sure thing, Fiyero... I’ll see you tomorrow....Okay?” “Oh-...! Absolutely!” He replies with a quick, eager nod. “Seeya tomorrow, Laura...! Sleep well!” “You too...” She returns, giving him one last small smile before she turns over her shoulder and starts walking her way back over to her dorm. For a minute, Fiyero simply stands and watches her go, raising a finger to carefully touch at his lips. Okay. Wow. He’d never exactly thought that’d actually happen... He doubted even the Time Dragon Clock itself could have predicted that. She....Kissed him.... She kissed him. And by goodness, he was going to be thinking about it for the next week. Or maybe the next month. Or the next year. Or maybe just forever. Yeah, that sounded better. Forever sounded excellent.

Perhaps he should have been less worried about her staying up all night thinking of him, when in reality it turned out to be rather the other way around.