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Jord - Emellan Träen (Hammerheart Records, 2025)

Chapter 1/3 is now posted! I have the other two written (just in need of some editing), so I hope to have this completed within the next week 💚

Conflict of Interest

(the idiots to lovers bodyguard AU)

Summary:

Laurent uses the momentary advantage of Jord having to construct an answer that would please both de Vere brothers to examine him.

The years had been kind to him. Just past thirty, with a jaw that looked like it was carved from stone and a well-muscled body to match. He looked like the type of man who could throw Laurent over his shoulder and do with him as he liked.

Unfortunately, he was also Jord. Painfully boring.

While their uncle awaits his trial, Auguste hires Jord to guard Laurent—and apparently be driven insane by him.

Thank you so much, anon! 💚 I wrote like 3k of this yesterday, and it’s not nearly done, so I think it’s safe to say a micro or drabble is out of the question. It’ll likely be a fic separated into three chapters if it keeps going where I think it’s going.

I appreciate the kind words, and can’t wait to share it 🥹 these two have taken over my brain

If you’re curious, here’s a snippet of the as of yet untitled Laurent/Jord bodyguard modern AU:

“And what do you think of all this, Jord?” Laurent asks, turning his full attention to him. He had grown up with Jord in the periphery—one of Auguste’s close friends, and though they had drifted a bit due to circumstances, Laurent has flickering memories of Jord at their beach house, bonfires in the sand, and Auguste’s university graduation ceremony.

Laurent uses the momentary advantage of Jord having to construct an answer that would please both de Vere brothers to examine him.

The years had been kind to him. Just past thirty, with a jaw that looked like it was carved from stone and a well-muscled body to match. He looked like the type of man who could throw Laurent over his shoulder and do with him as he liked.

Unfortunately, he was also Jord. Painfully boring.

“—Auguste trusts me to keep you safe, but I won’t get in your way. You don’t have to know I’m here most of the time, if that’s what you’d prefer.” Oh, he’d missed his big speech. Laurent nods sagely, as if he had been listening the whole time, and sees Auguste do the same.

“Well, I’ll let you both get re-acquainted,” he says cheerfully, clapping his hands together once and finding the exit to the rest of the house—en route to his home office, undoubtedly.

Laurent hops up onto the counter, picking his peach back up and rolling it from hand to hand. He watches Jord’s eyes track the movement before they veer back up to meet his.

“Hungry?” Laurent asks, holding the fruit out in his hand.

“No, thank you.”

He shrugs. “Suit yourself. Now, I assume Auguste has set you up in the guest house? Did you need anything?”

Jord’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly and Laurent’s narrow. “What? What did I say?”

“I—uh, I just—” He gestures almost helplessly out the doorway. “He gave me a room to use in the house. It’s on the second floor, the first one at the top of the stairs.”

Laurent lets out a scoff of disbelief before he can properly smother it. He laughs under his breath, shaking his head. “You mean the one right next to mine?” Jord’s cheeks darken slightly—which is actually delightful, because Laurent wasn’t sure Jord’s tan would show color so readily—and he meets Laurent’s gaze head on.

“I do believe that was somewhat the point,” he answers, and Laurent sees his eyes travel briefly to Laurent’s mouth when he raises the peach to take a bite. Instead of sinking his teeth into it, he holds it out playfully.

“Did you want to test it for poison first? That would be very thorough,” he says, voice laced with mischief.

He can see the second in Jord’s mind where he weighs the idea before discarding it. “No, I think your fruit should be safe.”

“As you say,” he replies with a shrug, finally taking a bite and feeling the juice run down his fingers. He shifts it to the other hand to lick it off and hears a small sound in the too-quiet kitchen.

His lips turn up in the smirk as he watches Jord’s lips part and his eyes tracking the rivulets of liquid running down his palm.

Thank you for sending it! My brain is turning over a modern AU bodyguard romance where Auguste assigns Jord to guard Laurent, but I can’t decide whether to keep it to a micro/drabble or if I’ll need to make it a one shot (though god knows I should be working on my WIP right now 😂🙃).

Thank you, anon!! What a coincidence, they won’t leave my brain alone 🥹

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capri microfic double drabble | laurent/jord | 200 words

cw: very vague allusions to canonical abuse

“What’s stopping you?” Blue eyes bore into his, searing him in the way only he ever could. “It can’t be worse than what everyone already says about me.” A hand comes up, trails along his jaw. Plays with the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“If you think your virtue was twisted—” the Prince lets out a scoff, shaking his head, “think of what they would do with this.”

“What virtue?” He cups Jord through his trousers suddenly, drawing a shocked gasp from him. “What virtue, Jord? God knows I haven’t had it in years.”

His eyes closed, pushing back the intrusive thoughts that had plagued him since shortly after Auguste’s death—the signs he’d dutifully and unforgivably ignored, of something so sinister it almost couldn’t be real.

“Are you— are you doing this to prove a point, Your Highness?”

The Prince’s head tilts, a smile that would look unpleasant on any other face gracing his lips.

“Does it matter, Jord?”

Yes.

Sensing his hesitation, he strikes.

His lips press softly to Jord’s, like a command he’s powerless to ignore.

watch the full thing here:

cw: vague CSA allusions

“Again.”

“Your Highness, I—”

“Again, Jord. Don’t make me call Lazar.”

“What is this, Your Highness?”

“Training.”

“… Training.” Not a question.

“If I flinch every time, what does that tell him?”

Jord heaves a protective sigh, almost painfully reminiscent of Auguste. “Fine.” He places a hand on the bare skin of Laurent’s shoulder. Slides it up to the back of his neck.

It's the way Jord talks about Laurent (mentioning his extreme beauty at 15, how smart he was, his loyalty, how he avoids talking about him in very sexual-heavy tone compared to Lazar or Orlant) ; the way, to me, he seems to project his repressed feelings about Laurent onto Aimeric, who is like a more attainable version of him ; he does perceive Aimeric as a boy, not realising Laurent is the same age even though he knew Laurent when he was a child...

And even after everything with Aimeric, Jord is deeply protective of Laurent - saying Damen "horrifies him" when he realises he slept with Laurent without telling him who he was ; chewing Damen out when he comes back alone from the meeting with the Regent at the Kingsmeet...