Hey all, so this fanfic is based off the movie, so it may be different to what you are expecting. Sorry if I don't use the correct words for things in this universe but I don't actually know this comic/series/whatever-it-is I just watched the movie and loved the pairing. This is how I see Laureline and Valerian's timeline before the movie. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: obviously I do not own the Valerian and the city of a thousand plantes universe, nor do I own the characters.


Laureline went to knock on Valerians apartment door when her hand hit air instead. The door swished open and Jane stepped out. They both stepped back in surprise before lightly laughing once they recognized each other.

"Sorry to scare you," Laureline says, stepping to the side.

"Likewise," she replied, a slight blush coming across her cheeks as she realises she's been caught staying the night at the apartment of the most notorious player known at the agency. Laureline watched her make her walk of shame down the hall, slightly shaking her head. When will you girls learn.

Laureline looked into Valerians apartment and sighed. It was one part disappointment, and two parts misery. A girl had just walked out of Valerian's room. Again. It happened at least once a week. And those are the ones she's run into. Who knows how long his list has gotten. Jane seems to be last night's conquest. This one had deep brown locks, sky high legs, a tiny waist and a gorgeous face. It didn't even bother her that the girls he chose were always better looking than her. They were always prettier, always had a thinner waist, longer legs, bigger breasts. She was used to it.

Laureline wasn't insecure about her looks though. She knows what really matters is what's on the inside. Of course, she had only really come to that conclusion after going through the shallow phase in her teens. She learned quickly though that most people with a pretty face were just that, a pretty face. What bothered her was that he wasn't just a pretty face. He was brave, passionate and deviously clever. She cared for him but she won't let those feelings go further. Not when he would flirt with her all day, make her feel like she was all that mattered, only to go home and take another random co-worker to bed. Laureline shook her head in disgust as she entered Valerians apartment, slamming the door as hard as she could.

"Valerian! You're late. Again." Laureline waited a full thirty seconds pacing outside his bedroom door before bursting in. Valerian was lying on his front, face buried in his pillow. He had woken up this morning to find a thin pair of tanned arms wrapped around him and a killer headache pulsing in his brain. He had had too much to drink last night and Laurelines incessant shouting at him only made him want to bury his head further. He has screwed up again. Just when he thought he was finally going to stop sleeping around, he finds another girl basically begging him to do her.

Valerian finally rolled over and slid one eye open. Laurelines faces engulfed his vision, which was prefect really because she was all he ever wanted to see. She was so devastatingly beautiful and it didn't even matter that the girls he took to his bed each night were almost always more physically beautiful than she. They weren't Laureline, and they could never keep his attention from straying to thoughts of her. He wanted Laureline so bad but he needed more from her, just like she needed a lot more from him. He needed her to give his heart to him and she needed him to stop giving himself to everyone else. Neither of them is willing to give in first until they know they have the other. Neither of them realised that they already had each other.

"-are you even listening to me Valerian!" Laureline was fuming mad. He just stared at her, not saying or doing anything. She felt her face morph into a disgusted snarl as she turned away from him. "I'm sick of your shit Valerian, I'm going to put in a request to change-"

Valerian bolted up in a flash of pure dread and snagged her arm, cutting off the words he never wants to hear for as long as he lives. He roughly pulled her to him and she fell on the bed, her back colliding with his chest. He twisted her arm behind her back and rolled them so that he was on top of her, her face now being the one against his pillow. Laureline struggled as she lay on her front, immobilized by the weight of Valerian along her back. She was crazy aware of each point they touched. His chest to her twisted arm and back, her ass pressed up against his pelvic region, his legs smothering hers. She was also well aware of where his skin touched hers, and she sent a silent thank you to the universe that he was at least wearing boxes. Valerian enjoyed watching her struggle, knowing eventually she would find a way to turn the tables on him. He leaned down and kissed the soft, sensitive spot between the back of her ear and her hairline. Laureline momentarily stilled at the touch and opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind. She won't ever admit to herself that she had to suppress a shiver when his lips touched her skin. Valerian already knew what was coming so he put more pressure on the arm he was already twisting causing her to arc slightly, a breath of pain escaping her lips. He wanted to kiss her so bad. His other hand went to her side, brushing her hair aside, and lifting some of his own weight so he didn't fully crush her. He bent his head closer to her ear, but didn't kiss her this time. Laureline felt his hot breath make its way down her neck as he whispered in her ear. "Don't ever say that Laureline." His voice sounds desperate, like the thought of her leaving him causes him agony. "Please." And with that she feels his head collapse into her, nuzzling her neck once again and his sudden hold on her seems to turn into more of a fraught embrace. Laurelines heart broke a little at the raw emotion in his voice and she let herself relax slightly into his touch. She decided not to flip him yet, even though she had found a way and this would be the perfect opportunity. He has said please. You never say please.

"We should call in sick and stay like this forever," he mumbled against her neck and just like that Laureline came back to her senses and flipped him. She hooked a leg around his midsection and pulled all her weight into shoving him aside. She now straddled him but he quickly rose off before she could secure his arms so instead she twisted them both behind his back. Laureline was satisfied with the pained look on his face as his own body now arced, his head thrust up in attempt to relieve the pain, leaving his pale neck exposed. Unfortunately they were in sitting position now so the movement only brought then closer, with her having to force his arms behind his back. He was a manipulative, self-serving, egotistical narcissist but she's told him that on several occasions. Valerian finally met her gaze. "What the hell Laureline," he ground out.

"If you don't want to lose me," Laureline said coldly, "then try getting to quarters on time so that I don't have to come get you. You have 5 minutes" And with that Laureline let him go and walked out of his apartment and made her way to Alex, the ship, or well computer of their ship.

Valerian watched her leave, the cold, stubborn woman with big heart. He put on his clothes, wondering how serious she was about the changing partner's thing. They had always been partners. They were good together and he didn't ever want anyone else. Did she not know that? This morning seemed like a complete overreaction. Normally she scolds him and makes a mean remark. He grabbed his communicator on the way out and that was when he saw the date. Shit. It was Lorelines birthday.