#capri fics

[winmance]

Swipe Right for Family Discount!

Damen looks at himself in his rearview mirror one last time, repositioning his hair correctly and checking his teeth to make sure no salad has gotten stuck into it. He’s not usually this stressed before going on a date, but he’s also not usually that interested. He hasn’t told Nikandros yet, refusing to see the disapproval on his friend’s face, but he thinks this may be it for him. He’s been talking to Laurent for less than a week and yet, he already can’t think of anything else. Every second of his day is spent thinking about him and even when he’s sleeping, his brain finds a way to bring Laurent in his dreams. Which is crazy, considering that today will be the first time meeting him.

Laurent is the one who chose the restaurant, and his choice surprised Damen, but he didn’t think much about it. Looking back, he probably should have questioned Laurent about choosing a family place for their dinner, but you don’t know what you don’t ask.

It doesn’t take him more than a few seconds to spot Laurent in the restaurant. It feels like a movie when the music starts to play and everything goes in slow motion. His hair is so blond that the light seems to reflect on it. His blue eyes are on Damen in an instant, deep and cold. He’s not wearing expensive clothes but he’s in all black, with not an inch of skin showing. He’s the most beautiful human being Damen has ever seen and he hopes Laurent is going to like him because there’s no way Damen will be able to live knowing that such beauty walks on Earth.

The slow motion stops the moment someone steps into Laurent’s personal space.

At first Damen frowns, until he realizes it’s a kid and then he thinks the boy must be lost but then - then Laurent’s eyes leave him and focus on the boy and he doesn’t seem to care that the boy is so close to him, that their feet are touching.

That’s when Damen realizes something is wrong.

“Hello Damen,” Laurent says.

“Hello Damen,” the boy next to him repeats.

“Hey, I… uh… You are…”

“This is Nicaise. My babysitter was sick. It says on your profile that you love kids.”

“I’m a kid,” the kid says.

“I do,” Damen says. “Nice to meet you. Both of you.”

He loves kids, yes, but on his first date? He’s not sure. Laurent’s profile didn’t mention a kid. Let alone a teenager. He’s not the best at math but even if Laurent had the kid at sixteen, it still would be impossible for him to be this big.

A normal man should have run. In fact, Damen is pretty sure that if he could google “What does it mean if your crush brings their kid that they didn’t tell you about to your first date?” he would find out that this is one of the biggest red flags ever.

But Damen is not a normal man and so he leads the way to their table and he pulls out the chair for both of them. Nicaise giggles while Laurent barely smiles. Damen tries to blame it on stress, but they’re barely two minutes into their date and Laurent is already holding his head, looking extremely bored, which is strange because they talked so much by text that Damen thought the conversation would go smoothly.

“I watched the show you talked about,” Damen says. His throat feels tight with how tense the situation is. “Into the fire? The documentary about the missing girl.”

“You did?”

Laurent seems surprised and for a few seconds, he even lifts his head to look at Damen.

“Yes. It was really good.”

“I thought you didn’t like true crime documentaries.”

“Yes but you said you liked it, so I thought I should watch it too.”

“Can I watch it?” Nicaise asks.

“Absolutely not. Do you hear me? It’s a no.”

“You may be a bit too young for that,” Damen says, and then he realizes he has no idea how young Nicaise is. He’s pretty, like Laurent, with big blue eyes and curly dark hair. He’s small, though, and slime. Damen has never been like that. He went straight from toddler to Viking, as his father used to say. At six, they were already dressing him with twelve years old clothes.

“Did you watch it illegally?” This time, the question is directed to Laurent. “So I can’t watch my favorite anime because it may give us viruses, but you can? You know that you can go to jail for that? And let me break it to you: orange is not your color.”

Damen never spoke like that to his parents and if he did, he wouldn’t be here to tell anyone about it. He should feel offended but he can’t, not when Nicaise’s words make him want to laugh.

“It’s on Netflix. He probably watches it here,” Damen says, trying to help.

“We don’t have Netflix anymore. The neighbor used to allow us to use his account but with their fucking new setting it doesn’t work anymore. Thanks fuck we can still use their WiFi!”

“Langage Nicaise,” Laurent says. “I watched it with Jord last weekend. Nothing illegal here.”

Damen has to force himself not to react. It would be disproportionate to make a fuss about a guy named Jord, who could very much be Laurent’s grandpa. In fact, he’s probably his grandpa. If Laurent forgot to tell him about his kid, he may have forgotten to tell him about his grandpa with whom he likes to watch true crime.

“Do you have Netflix, Damen?” Nicaise aks.

“I do, yes.”

“And Amazon Prime?”

“Yes.”

“What about Disney+? HBO?”

“Uh, yes. I think I got all of them? There was a deal when I bought my TV.”

Nicaise nods, as if taking notes, before focusing back on the menu in front of him. For some reason, Damen feels like he just gained some points and he smiles before turning back to Laurent, who’s looking at him with a frown on his face. He seems tense and Damen would like to blame it on the fact that it’s their first date, but he has a feeling it’s not it. There’s a hole in Laurent’s sleeves and he keeps playing nervously with it. It’s really cute.

“I read the book you mentioned,” Laurent mumbles. “I didn’t have anything to do.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was adequate.”

The book is one of Damen’s favorites. He read it when he was twelve and the loss of his mom was starting to creep into him. It’s a beautiful book about grief and he’s aware that only someone who had lost someone they deeply loved can appreciate it.

“You cried while reading it,” Nicaise says, his eyes still down on the menu.

“I did not.”

“Yes, you cried like a big baby and then you were like, all emotional and telling me that you loved me. It was disgusting. Damen, don’t recommend that kind of book again.”

“Notes taken. What should I recommend then? What kind of books do you think are appropriate for Laurent?”

“Erotics books.”

Damen bursts into laughter at the same moment Laurent shoves Nicaise away, his face turning a dark shade of red.

“What? It’s true! That would do you some good!”

“Focus back on your menu. You are not a part of this conversation.”

“We should order, actually,” Damen says, trying to distract Laurent again. “What does Nicaise eat?”

“You can ask me directly, you know,” Nicaise says.

“Oh yes, sorry. What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t talk to strangers.”

Laurent, having already forgotten the kid, can’t help but smirk and Damen is a weak man, so he does the same. He has a weird feeling in his stomach, something warm and familiar. He has to restrain himself from reaching out to hold Laurent’s hand.

“He’ll have a burger with extra bacon and a diet Coke.”

“Good choice,” Damen notes. “And you?”

“Cesar salad.”

Damen has never once ordered a salad while at the restaurant and he’s not surprised to see it’s the cheapest meal here. It does look good, sure. If you eat it while waiting for your burgers. Still, he’s smart enough to understand why Laurent chose it, and even smarter not to comment on it.

“I’ll take the burger too. They have onion rings and chicken wings that seem absolutely amazing so I think I’ll start with them.”

“You’re having all of that before your burger?” Laurent asks.

“Yeah, that may be a bit excessive… Would you be ok eating them with me?”

Laurent’s stomach is quicker to answer than he is, the noise reaching their ears before Damen’s sentence is even over. This time, however, Nicaise doesn’t laugh when he looks at his father and instead, a complex expression booms on his face.

“If you don’t mind…”

“Nah, I won’t be able to eat it all anyway.”

Damen quickly orders for them and they finally fall into an easy conversation after that. Nicaise helps a lot, throwing shades at his dad every time he can, and at some point, Damen thinks he insulted him but he’s not sure that he got it quite right. He hadn’t realized just how old he was until that moment, but apparently young people these days seem to have a whole new language.

“You should download TikTok,” Nicaise tells him. “I’ll send you videos to help you get some culture.”

“You’ll not,” Laurent says.

“Why?”

“It’s inappropriate.”

“Ugh, find. Damen, can I have your phone please?”

“Nicaise, that’s not-”

Damen unlocks his phone and gives it to him. Laurent looks at him as if he has grown a second head and it occurs to Damen that yes, giving your phone to a fourteen-year-old (Nicaise had told him he was eighteen to try and get a beer, to which Laurent had replied while pointing his real age) was quite dangerous. But he doesn’t care.

“Here. I added Laurent’s TikTok. He doesn’t post anything of course, but he’s always sending me those really not funny videos that I’m sure you’ll love.”

When they were texting, Laurent had told him he was not on social media. No Instagram, no Facebook and certainly no TikTok.

“Can I get a follow-back?”

“I… Yes.”

After sending a deadly stare at Nicaise, Laurent takes out his phone. The screen is broken and the phone seems like an old version of the one Damen has, but Laurent is still able to navigate through it, and like promised, he adds him on TikTok.

They get distracted again when the food finally arrives and after some convincing, Laurent helps Damen in eating all the things he ordered. It’s a nice family scene, Damen realizes. It looks like they’re just two regular dads eating with their teenage son who can’t keep his eyes off his phone. It’s domestic, the way they easily fall into silence without it being awkward. From time to time, Laurent will look at him with that weird expression on his face, but then he stays quiet or tells Nicaise to focus on his food. Each time, Damen smiles at him. Now that Laurent is more relaxed, he’s exactly like in his texts: sarcastic in a funny way, shy but not too much, interesting, and passionate when Damen finds the right subject. He loves true crime but also The Office. He lived in France for a while but has never been in another country outside of that. He works in a library, something he hadn’t told Damen before but that makes so much sense. He doesn’t talk about his family but when Damen talks about Kastor, both Laurent and Nicaise agree that he’s an asshole, which makes Damen laugh. They’re almost done eating when Damen realizes that he’s in deep trouble because there’s no way this was a one-time thing.

“So Damen,” Nicaise says once he finishes his burger. He cleans his mouth with the back of his sleeve, which earns him another complaint from Laurent. Unlike his dad, his clothes seem new. “What are your intentions towards Laurent?”

Laurent chokes on his water but Damen keeps it cool. He was expecting this question, for some odd reasons.

“They’re nothing but pure. Anything he wants, I’ll give him.”

There’s that deep blush on Laurent’s face again but he doesn’t say anything. They finish eating in silence, but it’s a comfortable one and when Damen’s fingers brush against Laurent's own, he doesn’t reach out but doesn’t push his hand away either.

Once it’s time to pay, Damen doesn’t let Laurent take his car out and immediately pays for the whole meal.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I did say in my bio that I was old school, didn’t I?”

They agree on a walk along the docks after. The air is fresh but not cold, just enough to make Damen sleepy. Next to him, Laurent shivers, which is no surprise because despite not showing any skin, his clothes are way too thin for the season. So of course, Damen takes his jacket off and throws it on his shoulders.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I can’t imagine what Nicaise would do to me if I let you get a cold.”

Laurent smiles fondly.

“He’s a bit protective, sometimes. But he’s a good kid.”

“He is, yes,” Damen agrees. “Do you do that a lot?”

“Do what?”

“Bring the kid to a date so that you’ll get dinner for free. I’m not complaining, just so we’re clear. I had a really good night.”

Nicaise is in front of them, running after some poor birds to make them fly. Damen understood pretty fast during their date that he was just part of a scheme to get free food and while it did hurt his ego a bit at first, he can’t complain. Not when the night is so nice and Laurent is so close to him.

“I only did it once or twice,” Laurent admits after a while. “It’s not… Money gets tight sometimes and it’s fun. We’re not hurting anyone. The two times we did it, the men paid for the meal but didn’t stay with us. They kept apologizing but couldn’t stand to even try and have a conversation with us. It was laughable, I swear.”

“So you never mentioned Nicaise to any of them before the date?”

“No, but to be fair, you’re… I didn’t talk a lot with them, even through texts. We just chatted a bit and then they wanted to meet me right away. So it was easier to pretend like the question didn’t come up.”

“And with me?”

“I didn’t expect us to talk this much.”

There’s a strange feeling of pride booming inside of Damen’s chest and he’s smiling like a teenager, but it feels right to do so.

“You were not really looking for a boyfriend then?”

“No,” Laurent says. “I’m… I was not.”

“And now?”

Laurent stays silent for a while but his cheeks are red and he’s playing nervously with his hands. Still, when he turns towards him, his face is neutral.

“It was a great night.”

“It was,” Damen agrees.

They stopped walking some time ago. They’re standing in front of each other now, Nicaise’s presence not far away but not close enough to disrupt them. Damen won’t kiss Laurent, not now, but the way they’re looking at each other is better than any kiss he ever had.

“So, tomorrow at the same time?”

“I will have to bring Nicaise.”

And this time, he does seem sorry about it.

“Ah. See, it’s a bit awkward but it’s actually Nicaise I wanted to see… He’s really funny. But you’re free to tag along, of course.”

This time when Laurent laughs, he does so with all his chest and it’s the prettiest sound Damen’s ever heard. Well, almost, because then Nicaise, who has apparently been listening to the conversation, laughs too and the sound they make is the one Damen will be playing in his head on his deathbed.

“I want to eat sushi tomorrow,” Nicaise says. “Also, can we go and watch a movie before? There’s a new horror movie -”

“No horror movie for you.”

“What? You’re the one who gets scared! Not me! I’m sure Damen can hold you close so you don’t piss your pants.”

“Yes,” Damen says, “I’ll hold you close. Both of you.”

Damen has never been very lucky with love. He had a lot of girlfriends, including Jokaste, but none of them he felt deeply connected with. He loved them, to some extent, and they probably loved him back, but he always felt like he was searching for something else. Like his heart was made for more, and yet it always refused entry to any of the girls he dated. Like he had been made to love, fully, without any restraints, but without ever being able to do so. He remembers lying in bed with Jokaste and feeling like a fraud for not loving her more. He had thought that maybe something in him was broken. That his mother’s death, his father’s cold love, and Kastor’s hate had broken something in him, making him both craving and refusing love.

The moon is up in the sky. The stars are shining. Nicaise is taking a selfie in front of the water. Laurent’s hand is in his. And he thinks, for the first time, that finally his heart feels complete and opens.

Nikandros is going to give him so much shit for this.

[rainbenrry23]

hellooo any laurent x damen tinder au??

[cxinis]

perfect baby angel (bella) and evil veretian man that is trying to antagonise her (laurent)

also please read safe up here with you by @kybelles

[thecapricunt1616]

capriiiiiii can i pretty please request something with carmy and a gf who is dealing with being stiff / sore and tired. i acc just need him to take care of me. maybe cook me a meal. :(( ily

My loveeeee Hello I'm sorry this has been rotting away I've been dealing with such writers block I hope this doesn't suck aaa! I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much / around tumblr this week i've been busy with other things but I hope to write more soon <3 I finally got my new laptop so i'm going to try and cook some stuff up really soon! Warnings for btc: None really, pure fluff & happy carmy!not edited sorryyyy WC: 1638

You had helped Sugar set up her nursery last night. All the moving of large boxes, and helping build the crib, changing table, and dresser, you were wiped out to say the least. You got home around 4 am, and  When Carmy had left for the restaurant that morning, you were still crumpled on the couch where he’d left you, snuggled in a blanket and softly snoring. When he came home that night and nudged you, you jumped like a sleeping cat 

“I’m awake!” You said quickly with an unintentional snore, rubbing your eyes tiredly. 

“Brought you a sandwich and some fries. Back still hurts?” He asked softly. 

You whimper gently as you stretch out your sore muscles, sitting up once again in the dark living room. “How’s work?” You mumbled with a yawn, taking the takeout container as he plopped next to you and planted a kiss on your head. 

“Doesn’t matter, m’here for you baby, why don’t I get you a bath set up mm?” He flicks on a lamp and you blink a few times as your eyes get adjusted to the light.  

“You’re too good to me, you know that right?” You gave him a peck on the lips. He smiled a bit and rubbed your side 

“I can’t even count the amount of back massages you’ve given me after a long week. I’m just repaying the favor.” He watched as you took a bite and sighed in relief, your stomach growling- likely in thanks as you hadn’t moved from your spot all day long in your blanket nest. 

“This is really good, Bear” you mumble as you chew. He hums happily at your approval, giving you one more kiss to the temple before getting up. 

“Good, I put a piece of princess cake in the fridge for you for after your bath if you want” he said on his way to the bathroom, and you could cry at the bliss that was being taken care of. 

He makes sure to clean out the tub with bathroom spray and rinse it fully, before starting the water at the very hot temperature he knew you liked after plugging the tub. He got one of the little herb sachets with different flowers and herbs and hung it over the faucet so it infused into the water, causing it to be a pretty light pink color.

From the bathroom closet he grabbed your little bath tray and set it up for you, as well as the little bath head pillow that suctioned to the tub for you to rest back on, and got those set up before taking out the waterproof electric candles and setting a few out for you for a comforting ambiance. After he put a good amount of the muscle relaxing herbal epsom salts in the bath for you, as well as plenty of bubbles the way you liked and agitated the water for you, he popped your favorite fluffy towel in the warmer. 

He cut off the water and went into the bedroom, grabbing your fluffy bathrobe and a comfortable pair of panties for you as well as the book you were currently reading from your nightstand and got them all set up on the bathroom counter for you, as well as your hair brush. He opened the bottom drawer where you kept all your sheet face masks, and picked out a bedtime one and set it on the bath tray for you next to your book. 

By the time he came back out to let you know your bath was ready you had already finished eating and were once again slumped on the couch, you figured you had pulled or overworked something in your back because even holding yourself up was proving to be exhausting very fast. “Did you want some wine my love” he crouched down next to where you were snuggled on the couch, brushing your hair from your eyes gently. 

“Yes please” you said softly. He planted a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead before going to the kitchen. He got your favorite wine out of the fridge, popping open the bottle and pouring you a glass. He brought it to the bathroom and put it in the little slot on the tray made for wine glasses, before coming back to collect you. 

“Alright, up” he held his hand out to you and wiggled his fingers for you to take it. You sighed softly knowing moving meant pain, but when you grabbed his hand he lifted you to your feet with little effort, being sure to steady you with his other hand on your hip since you weren’t expecting it. 

“Woah” you giggled, the action having woken you from your tired state and following him to the bathroom. When you saw the state of it, you pulled him into a tight hug, kissing his neck gently. You didn’t want him to see the fact there was tears pooling at your eyes, since he hated when you cried. But the fact that he had a nearly 14 hour day, and came home to you- and still went out of his way, above and beyond to take care of you. To make you feel loved, cared for. You’d never had another partner who was so attentive and went out of their way for you how he did.

“Love you…” you muttered before pulling away with a sniffle. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a gentle kiss 

“Your towel is In the warmer waiting for you baby, I’ll get your pajamas set out for you” he gently tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed his knuckle over your cheekbone before heading back to your bedroom, leaving the door cracked behind him. You noticed after he left that your skincare was all set up for you as well as your favorite body lotion and its matching body mist which just made you smile even more. 

After undressing you sit in the warm bath, sighing in relief as the hot water did wonders for your sore muscles, resting your head back on the comfortable pillow as you sip your wine and hum contently to yourself. For a while you just sat, reading your book and sipping your wine and after about 30 minutes when the water had gone lukewarm, and your glass of wine had been finished - you decided to drain the tub. 

Carmy heard you getting out of the bath, so he went and got your pajamas that he’d been warming in the dryer for you and got your side of the bed all made up after filling your reusable water bottle with iced lemon water.  By the time you had gotten your lotion on and did your skincare as well as brushed your teeth, the house had already been shut down for the evening. He had made sure to clean up the kitchen and living room, as well as shut all of the shades and get your coffee pot set up for the next morning like usual. 

“Hey pretty girl” he takes your hand, kissing it gently “got some warm pajamas for you, house is taken care of you just have to get in bed” he motioned to the bed where your pajamas were nicely folded for you. 

“And you say you aren’t romantic” you mused, causing him to chuckle a bit as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head 

“What can I say, I guess you bring it out of me. Get your pajamas on I’ll rub your feet for you” he said and you hum happily, closing your eyes and planting a kiss on his neck

“Can I be babied like this all the time?” You joked, he huffed a laugh, handing you your pajamas. 

“The days that I’m not too wiped out from work, I can try” he plopped down on his side of the bed with a soft grunt of relief after being on his feet all day. You slipped out of your robe, and his eyes rake over your frame as you unfolded your soft, fluffy nightgown and slipped it over your head. “Mm mm mm” he said jokingly. You giggled as you crawl on the bed, resting your legs over his lap and wiggling your manicured toes teasingly. 

“Get to massaging this isn’t a free peep show” you said and he took your ankle, bringing it to his lips and giving it a chaste kiss

“What- so you can put me to work, and I can’t even eye the goods?” he joked as he put your leg gently back in his lap and grabbing the massage oil that he’d put on the nightstand and warming some in his hands before starting to massage your foot. You hum happily, lips curling into a small smile and your eyes fluttering shut in bliss. 

“Mmmm, keep doin’ that and I’ll let you see whateeever you want” you said happily, your voice nearly a purr from how expertly he was massaging your calves and feet. “Can I turn on Big Brother?” you asked and giggle at the way his face lit up

“You really waited?! Fuck yeah I wanna see whats up put it on” he said and you smiled, shaking your head jokingly as you turned on the TV. He had whined before about not wanting to watch ‘trash reality tv’ all the time, but over the course of the many nights he came home and you were watching it - he had eventually starting asking you to wait for him to watch ‘your show’ together, and you would tease him and tell him how you thought he said it was boring and gossipy, just to get his cheeks to go that cute shade of pink.“Of course I waited, it’s our show now”

[laur-the-cat-prince]

Sketchy inspired by Obligation of Kings by @kaerwrites

[swords-and-starlight]

i feel the need to remind everyone that Damen’s literally one of the smartest and most well-educated characters in the series. He’s extremely well-read and knowledgeable about military tactics and strategy, which if you didn’t know also includes a huge depth of history knowledge, and his talent comes from both education and years of experience. He’s smart enough to know geography and terrain information of an area he hasn’t needed to have information on in seven years, and even then, the lands they are talking about were in mainland Vere, not Delpha, so his studies were his own initiative. he has favorite poems! HE ENJOYED DEBATING OBSCURE PHILOSOPHY WITH HESTON!!! like y’all Damen is just as intelligent as Laurent, it’s just that Laurent’s intelligence is about manipulation and chess and Damen’s just a nerd.

(also people are gonna be coming for me for this one but i think Damen likes books and libraries a lot more than Laurent ever did)

[robbingprince]

Star-dust

“Will you—”

Damen took his head in both hands and kissed his cheek, and kissed it, and kissed it, squishing Laurent’s face in his palms, so—so crushingly overwhelmed that it was difficult to stop, to, think, to breathe. Laurent smelled like sea-daffodils and like grass and like oranges, like warm evening air and rolling hills and twinkling lights, like everything Damen could want, and he inhaled him, deep, long, drawing a punched-out gasp out of him, a yelp of surprise.

“Stop it,” he was laughing, and, “brute, it’s—stop!” but he was making no efforts to free himself, his hands over Damen’s, pressing only closer. One snuck to the back of Damen’s neck, and his eyes opened wide, looking right at him, endlessly blue. “You,” he paused, flushing.

“Sweetheart,” Damen whispered, delighted. Pasted a big, sloppy kiss all over Laurent’s cheekbone; down his jaw, to his chin, and just under it, revelling at the tiny sigh, ravenous for it. Pulled Laurent even closer, determined to kiss him unravelled, until he was trembling in his arms and melted open, determined to give him everything, to have him closest and deepest and truest and free.

“Damen,” low, his voice when it roughens, dazzling, dizzying. “Damen.”

“Yes,” he said, hysterical, “yes, sweetheart,” kissing and kissing and,

“Yours,” Laurent breathed, warm on the tender skin of his throat, “Damen, yours,” and Damen’s mind splintered around it, drowned in the joy of it, heart soaring—

The yelp was more of a squeal this time but to be fair, Damen did hoist him up a little suddenly, and Laurent was—oh, not standing anymore, but closer, finally, and his legs twined around Damen’s as soon as they left the ground and there was no flailing, no time-wasting, just graceful re-tethering that tugged hard on something in Damen’s chest and kissing was more like pecking, grinning too hard to stop, teeth to teeth, and Damen loved him so fully and so hopelessly and so earnestly that it was a bit like being kicked, a bit like flying.

“You’re ridiculous,” Laurent said, but his voice was warmed honey and his smile was even worse and Damen tore the distance still between them with a cry, pleading, closer, closer.

“Yours,” he said, a confession tucked into the crook of Laurent’s neck, “yours, Laurent, yes, always,” silly and flayed open with this, breathless.

Laurent’s hand was gentle as it guided his chin up. His face was luminous, golden-pink in the last of the light. There was something reverent about this, rolling hills behind them and the glisten of the sea ahead; something soft and frightening. It quickened in his chest, rabbiting in every direction. A row of sparkles set aflame. Laurent, in his arms: Laurent, looking at him, looking like this.

“The sun is setting,” he said, forehead resting against Damen’s. His breathing was coming in fast, belying the even tone. “Night will fall soon.”

“Night,” Damen agreed, nonsensically. The smell of sea-daffodil was rich and heady; he was very nearly swooning. “Sweetheart,” he added, helplessly.

“Should we head back?”

“Not yet,” Damen said. His thoughts tried, and failed, to reach past the length of Laurent’s eyelashes; they would glow under starlight too, silver instead of gold. It was all so impossibly soft, impossibly precious.

Laurent blinked at him knowingly. His smile was too wide; it threatened to break something, battering at Damen’s ribs from the inside to the stutter of his heart. “Not yet,” he echoed. “What shall we do in the meantime?”

And when Damen just stared, stunned with this starburst of affection,

“Kiss me,” Laurent said, chuckles interrupting the pout, and Damen could roar with how much—he was still carrying him, crushing Laurent’s body into his, careful and disbelieving, still, shot through with the thrill of it.

Helpless—

Damen took his head in both hands and kissed his cheek, and kissed it, and kissed it. Realised, with this brilliant rush: he could never get enough. “Brute,” Laurent huffed, airy, light, and Damen thought, yes,

And he punctuated each kiss with it: “Yes,” and, “sweetheart,” and, “yes,” and, “yes.”

Star-dust glimmered in Laurent's hair, in his smile. “Fiancé,” he said, his voice sweetly shy, and Damen’s toes curled with the pleasure of it. He said, “Yes.”

“Husband,” Laurent tried, and Damen dropped them both to the grass.

[makaria-blessed]

i purposely put off reading captive prince because i knew that i would get obsessed and wouldn’t be able to move on but i finally caved and read them all in 2 days and now all i do is read lamen fanfic and cry

[oh23]

does the capri fandom have any insanely good fics like the holy trinity or smth ?

[judeid]

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[winmance]

To Share Your Love

It is Laurent who comes to rescue him.

Nicaise has been hiding for several weeks now, living like a rat, eating from trash at night, hiding during the day, and never staying more than a day or two at the same place. Laurent and he agreed on that before Laurent left. It was the only way to keep him safe. They couldn’t trust no one, they knew that, and so Laurent had made him hide with the promise that he would come back. Nicaise had called him stupid; there was a good chance that Laurent would be dead by the end of the season. There was a good chance that Nicaise himself would be dead by the end of the season.

Living in the streets, he heard many stories about what was happening and if he tried to ignore them at first, it was becoming more and more difficult. He didn’t listen when they said Laurent was a traitor, nor when they started celebrating his injuries or claiming he had been captured. He refused to listen, refused to face the truth and so he continued to hide, waiting for Laurent or death to come get him.

He’s trying to steal food from a merchant when it happens.

He hears the sound of horses before anything else. The way their hooves hit the ground in unison, one step after the other. Then he hears people shouting and they’re happy which only means one thing. Nicaise’s stomach drops and before he can be seen, he runs to hide in the first alley he can find.

He waits for the noise to stop, his hands against his ears, his heart on the verge of imploding. Laurent is dead. The Regent won.

“Found him!” Someone yells.

Nicaise will be dead soon.

He doesn’t open his eyes and stays on the ground. A lifetime ago, he would have gotten up and faced the regent with a proud smile on his lips before repeating the words he had said on his last night with him. “Long live King Laurent”. He had thought Laurent would win. He had been convinced, with all his heart, that Laurent would win. How could he not? How could he leave him?

So he stays on the ground and waits for death to come. He never met Auguste. He hopes the three of them will be together in the afterlife and that the former prince will like him as much as Laurent did.

“What a pretty little rat,” someone says. “I’ve been searching for you for days, Nicaise. We were supposed to meet at our favorite spot. Did you forget?”

It takes a while for Nicaise to finally open his eyes and when he does, he thinks that maybe death came during his sleep.

Laurent is in front of him, wrapped in gold, with a crown on his head, and a smile on his lips. He looks like an angel or a King, Nicaise can’t decide.

“You’re not dead?” Nicaise asks.

“Not more than you are, no.”

Tears are forming in his eyes and his throat is burning. He wants to scream at Laurent for taking his time, he wants to run into his arms and never let go again.

Instead, he gets up and cleans his clothes with the back of his hand.

“Took you long enough.”

“I’m sorry,” Laurent says, and Nicaise knows he means it. “Come. You need a bath.”

It is Laurent who comes to rescue him and while they walk side by side, Nicaise thinks that they won.

It is only when they come back to the horses that he realizes his mistake.

If Laurent looks like an angel, Damianos looks like a God. He’s sitting on the biggest horse, his head up and proud, and despite a very visible injury, he looks undefeated.

“Hello, Nicaise,” Damen says.

Nicaise turns towards Laurent and he takes his hand, ready to start running, but Laurent helps him back.

“I’ll explain,” Laurent whispers, still holding his hand. “But everything is alright, Nicaise. We’re safe. I promise.”

Laurent never lied to him before and so Nicaise follows him.

———

Laurent doesn’t explain. They’re never alone together and Nicaise quickly understands that this is how things are going to be now that Laurent is about to be King.

Still, Nicaise is given a chamber, right next to Laurent's, and he’s being treated like a prince himself. He loves it, of course, but he would also love to understand what is going on between Damen and Laurent.

When Laurent left, he said he would take revenge on Auguste but that he needed Damen’s help first. Yet now both have a crown on their heads and they don’t go anywhere without the other. Nicaise learns from Jord that Damen almost died and that instead of taking that opportunity, Laurent stayed at his side day and night, nursing him back to life as a lover would do. Except Laurent doesn’t do love, not this kind. They never talked about it, of course, but Nicaise used to think that Laurent loved him. Like he had loved Auguste. It was a special kind of love, not like the one the regent was giving him. Laurent’s love was pure, true. He never said it because he didn’t need to; it was in the way he would make sure Nicaise always ate, how he would allow him to sleep in chambers during storms, or how he treated his wounds, no matter how disgusting they were. It was in the way he allowed Nicaise to scream at him, to throw awful things at his face before allowing him to fall into his arms.

Laurent didn’t leave without having a plan for Nicaise’s safety.

Laurent had been looking for him for weeks. He didn’t only send men: as soon as Damen was better, Laurent went in the streets himself.

Nicaise thought Laurent loved him and only him.

But he can see the way he looks at Damen. The way he acts with him. He can see it vividly: Laurent isn’t his only anymore.

——

Nicaise hates Damen.

He never liked him per se, but there had been a point where being in the same room as him was all right. Not pleasant, of course, but tolerable. Now, just knowing that Damen is breathing in the same room as him gives Nicaise a gag reflex.

The worst is that for some reason, Damen keeps trying to befriend him. He’ll come and sit next to him, ask stupid questions (“What is your favorite food?” “Do you like the sun?” “I’ll teach you how to swim if you want?”) and Nicaise tries to find a reason but he can’t find any. Well, it’s not totally true. He does find one: Damen is trying to learn more about him so that he can send him away to some lord. Yet when those situations occur, Laurent is always looking at them with a fond smile on his face and even if he’s not Laurent’s favorite anymore, Nicaise knows that Laurent would never let anything happen to him.

“I was thinking,” Damen says while they’re eating dinner. It’s just the three of them and Nicaise tries to shut the voice in his head telling him how much of a family they look like.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Nicaise says.

To his surprise, they both laugh, even Damen, not feeling even a little offended. It makes Nicaise even angrier.

“Thank you for your concern, it’s really sweet of you. But I was thinking that we should get you a horse soon. It doesn’t seem right that you don’t have one yet.”

Horses are for rich people. Nicaise has never been rich: he grew up in extreme poverty until he was ten and the Regent came to buy him. His parents didn’t even hesitate a second. He had four other siblings, after all. They probably had another one after him. Life with the Regent gave him the impression he was rich, but he still wasn’t. Yes, he never felt hungry again, and yes, he was wearing fine and expensive clothes. But it was just an illusion. He was a slave, nothing more, nothing less. None of his things belonged to him. The Regent chose how he dressed, and what he ate.

“It will be yours,” Laurent says, as if reading his mind. “You’ll get to choose it and name it.”

“What if I want to name it something dumb?”

“Then name it something dumb.”

“What if I want the biggest, most expensive horse alive?”

“Then we will get it for you,” Damen interferes. “Your… Caregivers are kings. You can have anything you want. Just name it.”

Nicaise should be grateful and he almost says thank you - but then Damen takes Laurent’s hand in his and puts it to his mouth, his lips touching Laurent’s skin.

“I’m not hungry anymore.”

He gets up and walks out of the room before any of them can say anything. Once he’s back in his chamber, he realizes the truth: Damen is using him to get Laurent.

——

It takes him several more days before he learns that Damen is not, in fact, trying to get Laurent, because he already has him.

Until then, he had thought Laurent was luring Damen by pretending to be interested in him. It wouldn’t have been the first time and it was something Laurent was quite used to: you only need to pretend that you care about men for them to think you’ll give them the world. Laurent doesn’t want the world, but pretending to love Damen definitely helps to win his own country back. And yes, he had seen, with his own eyes, the way Laurent smiled at Damen. He had seen that Laurent wasn’t his anymore, but he didn't know to which extent exactly. He had thought that it was just a deep friendship.

He was sleeping peacefully when the storm began. No one had known it was coming, and so when Nicaise woke up, it was from the sound of thunder hitting somewhere in the distance. He was out of bed before he even let his mind understand what was happening. He always hated storms, so much that sometimes, his body would simply shut down and he would be unable to do anything, stuck while his mind was filled with fear.

Laurent’s chamber was right next to his and so he went, knocking on the door for Laurnet to let him in. It only took a few moments for him to understand that Laurent was, in fact, not here.

All the noise he was making alerted Damen and soon, the door of his bedroom opened up. The King looked confused, worried even.

“Nicaise? What is it?”

“Laurent isn’t here,” Nicaise says, trying very hard not to think of all the things that could have happened to Laurent already.

“Why do you need him?”

“I - There’s a storm.”

“Yes?”

“I… I need Laurent.”

It isn’t an explanation, Nicaise knows that, but Damen doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles at him, those awful, kind smiles of his, before opening the door more.

“Come. He’s taking a bath, I’ll go and get him for you.”

And Nicaise was taught, by Laurent, to never go into a man’s room alone, especially the powerful ones, but nothing makes sense and so he does without thinking.

The room wrecks of sex. He knows that smell too well and yet, he can feel his stomach turning upside down.

True to his words, Damen goes to look for Laurent. The fact that he’s taking a bath during the night tells Nicaise exactly what he needs to know. When Laurent arrives, his hair is wet and he’s only wearing a towel around himself. With each step he takes, water drops on the floor and when he stops in front of Nicaise, it doesn’t take long before a puddle forms.

“You’re sleeping in his chamber,” Nicaise says.

Laurent’s face stays neutral but he cannot control the way his cheeks turn red. He has always been so pale and even the constant sun here isn’t enough to make his skin go darker and so every emotion he’s feeling, no matter how hard he tries to control it, ends up showing on his skin. Laurent hates it, and Nicaise knows that. He can read it like an open book and this skin of his is just one of the many ways Nicaise learned to do so.

“Oh, forgive me. You’re not sleeping, right? I can smell sex. It’s disgusting.”

His words hit Laurent just the way he imagined they would but the satisfaction he expected doesn’t come. Things are worse than he anticipated. He had thought Damen was a menace because of his friendship with Laurent, but he hadn’t thought that Damen would have that part of Laurent that no one else had before. Laurent loves him. The kind of love people write stories about. The kind that can start a war or end it. The kind that is much, much more powerful than the love he ever had for Nicaise.

“I thought you knew,” Laurent says, and he does look confused. “Nicaise we haven’t been hiding.”

“No, I didn’t.”

They stand in front of each other then, in total silence. Nicaise knows Damen is not far away, that he’s probably waiting for him to leave, but he can’t. He’s aware that the storm is still going strong, stronger than before even, but he doesn’t care anymore. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.

“Please don’t cry,” Laurent pleads.

Nicaise puts his hand against his face, feeling the tears sliding down his cheeks. He doesn’t even know why he’s crying when all he can feel is anger.

“The sheets are clean. Go lay down, Nicaise.”

And he doesn’t want to, he really doesn’t, but then Laurent is taking him by the arm and pushing him towards the bed until Nicaise has no choice but to do as he says. Laurent leaves, only for a short time, and when he comes back, he’s dressed for the night. He slides next to him and holds him against him, his chest against Nicaise’s back.

“You think Auguste would be proud of you? Spreading your legs for the man that killed him.”

“He would want me to be happy,” Laurent whispers. Nicaise knows he’s trying to convince himself.

“Not like that, no.”

“Auguste isn’t here. It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“I hate you,” Nicaise says, and the words taste awful in his mouth. “I hate you so much.”

Laurent stays quiet and hugs him tighter.

——

He makes it his duty to ignore Laurent afterward, and Laurent makes it easier by doing the same. They still share most meals, but although Damen takes it to heart to do the conversation by himself, Laurent and he stay quiet. He’s still being taken care of: Laurent sends someone to take his measurements to make him new clothes, he has classes to attend and his opinion is asked regarding the next festivity they’re having. It’s not enough for Nicaise to feel welcome and every day, he has to watch as Laurent and Damen grow closer, their affection out for the world to see. He has never seen Laurent so happy and while a part of him hates it, he also can’t help but feel happy for him. Laurent deserves to be happy, even if it will cause Nicaise to perish.

He’s alone outside, sitting under a tree, a book in his hands, when suddenly the sun disappears and he’s surrounded by darkness. He lifts his eyes from his book and surely, in front of him, is standing Damen.

“I was looking for you.”

“Well, you found me.”

Damen smiles, as always, and sits next to him. It’s funny to watch Damen with his tall legs and big arms, sitting like a kid, as if he wasn’t a King. But Nicaise knows not to trust it: he knows that Damen is feared in every kingdom, including his own. He’s a good King, with a heart of gold, but he’s also a killer, a fighter. Blessed by the gods, that’s what everyone says when they talk about him. Those same gods that, according to them, cursed Laurent when he was born. They fear that Laurent’s curse will cancel Damen’s blessing, but Nicaise knows it won’t happen. There isn’t a god that will be able to stand in the way of their love. They will go up in the sky and kill every one of them if they need to.

“Would you like to learn how to fight?” Damen says.

“You think I’m stupid? You’ll kill me on purpose and pretend it was an accident.”

Damen laughs, and while Nicaise is dead serious, he has to bite his lips not to laugh too. It’s one of the things he hates about Damen: he’s always in a good mood and it’s affecting everyone around him.

“I promise I won’t. I just thought that maybe it would be good for you to practice.”

“Well, what if I kill you and pretend it was an accident?”

“I’m pretty sure Laurent would forgive you.”

Laurent’s mention sends a wave of something down Nicaise’s stomach, that he tries very hard to ignore. He doesn’t want to put a name on that feeling so he gets up and follows Damen. If he is to be sent away, then he should learn how to fight anyway;

——

They’re having a festivity to celebrate the beginning of winter. Nicaise thinks it’s stupid, because who wants to celebrate winter? He knows it’s only a pretext, of course; they need to show themselves as a united couple before Laurent’s coronation. It will be easier to claim their marriage is a loving one this way.

Nicaise is bored, of course. He couldn’t sit next to them tonight, as it was requested that both Kings (well, king and future one) sat by themselves in front of their people. Still, Nicaise is on the next table, the one reserved for the close family. It’s not enough to bring him peace, not when he has to watch as Laurent and Damen laugh together, sharing private jokes and sharing kisses when they think no one is watching. There was a time when it was to him that Laurent was whispering things during those dinners. They would always sit next to each other and try to distract the other as best as possible. It could be anything, from commenting on people's dresses to talking about the latest gossip or the new magic trick they learned.

His eyes catch a man on the other side of the room. He’s older than Damen and seems of a good family if his clothes are of any indication. He’s not particularly pretty, but not ugly either. He thinks they were introduced before, but he can’t remember his name. The man lifts his glass in Nicaise’s direction and Nicaise smiles. He waits a few minutes before getting up and when he leaves the room, he turns around and winks at the man.

He’s only alone in the hallway for a few minutes before the man joins him.

“Pretty celebration, isn’t it?” Nicaise asks.

“I don’t know. I was too distracted to notice.”

Nicaise wants to roll his eyes. There was a time when those kinds of words would have affected him, but it was a long time ago now. Still, he smiles and pretends to be touched. He tried to mimic Laurent’s expression yesterday. Sitting in front of his mirror, he was never able to get the same smile, nor the same light in his eyes. He supposes it’s because Laurent isn’t pretending.

The man gets closer to him until he’s able to put his hand on Nicaise’s hip. His hand is so big that he could probably break Nicaise with it only, and the thought sends a cold shiver down his spine. Nikandros was sitting at the same table as him and he suddenly hopes he noticed him leaving.

“Did your parents already promise your hand to someone?”

“My parents?”

“I was good friend with the Regent you see, so I know the Prince doesn’t have me in his heart, but if we were to fall in love, surely he would reconsider his opinion of me.”

“I don’t-”

Nicaise doesn’t finish his sentence because suddenly, the door opens and the hand that was on his hips disappears. It’s too late, though, for Damen already saw what was happening. Still standing in front of the door, he gives one look at Nicaise before putting his eyes on the man next to him.

“Your majesty, we were -”

He doesn’t finish his sentence either. In one instant, the door is being shut again and Damen is holding the man by his throat, his feet not touching the ground anymore while his face is already a dark shade of red. He’s doing it like it’s nothing, his arm barely contracting from the effort. His eyes are dark, his lips tight. Here he is, the Gods-blessed King they all talk about.

“We are not in Vere,” Damen says. “We don’t fuck children here, and certainly not mine. Do you understand?”

The man can’t answer, but the fear in his eyes is enough to tell Damen that he understood him perfectly. He lets him drop on the floor and motions for him to go away. The man, after a brief pause, gets up and runs for his life without a single hesitation.

It’s only the two of them, then, and they stay in silence for a long time, Damen refusing to look at him while Nicaise plays the words he said in his head again and again. He understands the language and yet, the words don’t make sense.

“I wanted it,” Nicaise says after a while. “I wanted him.”

Damen finally looks at him and there’s sadness in his eyes, as long as a tenderness he only reserves for Laurent.

“You’re fourteen. You do not know what you want.”

“Are you jealous? Do you want to fuck me like your fucking Laurent? Make me bend over and take it?”

Damen seems insulted by his words and Nicaise can see he’s trying to hold himself back. Laurent had told him so, didn’t he? That Damen was a right man, a good one. That he never fucked boys, children, but Nicaise knows better. Men are evil creatures, all of them.

“I’m so sorry that this is your way of thinking,” Damen says, finally. “I understand it, but Nicaise, I make you the promise, here and there, that I will never touch you and that as long as I’m alive, I’ll not let a man touch you without your express consent. But to get your consent, I need you to be an adult, which you are not.”

“Nobody ever cared about that.”

His words hit Damen again, his face twisting in that awful grimace that he does when someone mentions something unpleasant. Yet, he forces himself to relax and comes closer to Nicaise, until he’s able to wrap one arm around his shoulders.

“Come. We asked them to make your favorite dessert, it would be a shame to miss it.”

——

Damen makes him practice three times a week. At first, Nicaise wants to refuse, but he can’t deny how good it feels to be able to let out his anger. Damen lets him hit, but then he hits back, with only one percent of his real force and it’s enough to send Nicaise straight to the ground. Then, once he’s up again, Damen teaches him how to hit harder and how to defend himself. They’re only two weeks along but already, Nicaise feels stronger. He almost wishes someone would attack him so he could test his knowledge.

Their session of the day is over, they sit on the ground, their bodies covered in sweat and their breathing irregular. With the way the sun is hitting them, he can understand why they fight naked around here. Not Damen and him, of course, and so they have to deal with the heavy heat and the way their clothes stick to their bodies.

“You’ll need to learn how to handle a sword, too.”

“Will you teach me?”

“No, Laurent is better than I am. He’ll teach you if you ask him.”

He’s aware that Laurent is watching them from one of the windows. He always does, although he still barely talks to Nicaise. He almost wants to go and apologize, but he can’t bring himself to do it. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness: bringing Auguste into the conversation was a low move, he can admit it.

“I’m not planning on going to war, I don’t need to know how to fight on a battlefield.”

Nicaise closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of the sun on his face. He loves the way his body burns and now that they’re not fighting anymore, he can feel himself relaxing. He wonders if he could convince Damen to take him to the sea today.

“Laurent and I will have kids, one day,” Damen says after a while.

Nicaise opens his eyes and looks at him for a long moment, trying to catch the moment Damen will say it’s a joke. The moment doesn’t come.

“Good luck with that.”

“They will need a big brother. One that is to them what Auguste was to Laurent. What Laurent is to you, in a way. Someone who loves them with all their heart and soul. The world is a scary place and they will need someone to guide them through it.”

“Why are you telling me that?”

“Because I want it to be you. You’ll be our children’s brother. I’ll never claim to be your father, not as a whole, but I’ll promise to love you and protect you until I’m no longer alive. In exchange, I want you to give the same things to your siblings.”

“Is Laurent aware of your plan?”

“Do you think I would go against my King's wish?”

When Nicaise lifts his eyes, he catches Laurent staring at him from the window.

“No, I guess not.”

——

It is Laurent who decides to make the first move.

It’s late at night when he comes knocking on Nicaise’s door, a book in his hands.

“It’s your favorite,” Laurent says. “I asked them to send it from Vere. I figured you must have missed it.”

He did and so he lets Laurent step into the room while Nicaise goes back into his bed, burying himself under the cover with only his arms out. Laurent closes the door before sitting on the bed next to him. The book is childish, but it’s the first one Laurent read to him after he was “adopted” by the Regent. Nicaise’s memories from that time are dark and painful, hands touching him where he didn’t want to, lips on his body, bad taste in his mouth. But then there’s Laurent’s sweet voice, reading him a story about a princess and her horse. Then, between the darkness, there’s Laurent’s light. Their relationship was never perfect and more often than not, they would scream at each other, fighting for a love that wasn’t here, to begin with, but over the years, they grew closer. So close that Nicaise thought for a moment that it would last forever.

“Auguste used to read it to me,” Laurent confesses. “It was stupid because I was a very good reader and didn’t need anyone to read to me, but I let him do it because it was nice.”

Nicaise tries to picture it, little Laurent and his King-to-be brother, sitting just like they are now, reading a stupid book without knowing that soon, it would be their last time doing so. Nicaise hadn’t met Auguste and yet he thinks of him the same way he thinks of Laurent: like a protector, always watching over him.

“Will you read it to me? Like before.”

Laurent nods and they get closer until their arms are touching and Nicaise can put his head on Laurent’s shoulder. He reads the book, then, but Nicaise barely listens to him, having heard the stories time and time again. Instead, he focuses on Laurent’s smell, the way his body feels against him, and how much he misses him. He should apologize, but the words won’t leave his mouth so he doesn’t. Laurent must know he’s sorry anyway.

The story ends with the princess marrying a foreign prince and Nicaise almost wants to laugh. He doesn’t. They stay still, the room quiet except for the sound of the candle next to his bed.

“I’ll leave him,” Laurent says after a while. “If you ask me, I’ll leave him.”

“But you love him.”

“Yes, I do. And I also love you. Not the same way, of course. Damen is my soulmate. He’s the part of me that was missing. He makes me whole. It’s… I hope you’ll find that kind of love, one day.”

“He’s your whole,” Nicaise repeats, his heart tightening. “So what am I? Why would you give up on him for me?”

Laurent looks at him, confusion written on his face. Then he lifts his hand and pushes Nicaise’s hair away from his face. Since Damen came in, Laurent has been more loving, and more affectionate. Before they fight, he would sometimes come and play with Nicaise’s hair, or let his fingers longer around his shoulders. It’s nothing like the Regent. It’s love, like the kind that parent gives to their children, although Nicaise knows it’s stupid to think that way.

“Because Damen is my soulmate, but you are my heart. I may not have given birth to you, but I love you all the same.”

“You’re not my dad.”

“No, I am not. But does it matter?”

Nicaise’s dad sold him to the Regent for a few golden coins. Nicaise’s mom didn’t kiss him goodbye when he left.

“Damen wants children,” Nicaise says. “Do you want them to?”

Laurent’s cheeks darken and he nodes.

“I thought… I thought I wouldn’t live long enough to have them, but now I do. I want to.”

He tries to imagine it, Laurent and Damen sitting on the sand, children running around them, girls and boys alike. He finds it easy to imagine, and even easier to imagine himself running around with them.

“I had siblings before. They were not like Auguste. We didn’t like each other very much.”

“It happens sometimes, I suppose.”

“What I mean is: I know better, now. I can be a good brother, like Auguste was to you.”

Laurent smiles before taking his hand into his.

“I don’t need you to be like Auguste, Nicaise. You are more than enough just the way you are.”

“Even if I’m mean sometimes?”

“Well yes, even if you’re mean sometimes. Although, I would like it better if you could only direct that anger to me and not to the babes.”

“I won’t hurt them,” he promises. “I’ll teach them how to torment Nikandros and Jord, though.”

“I was expecting that much,” Laurent says with a smile. “So Damen? Can he stay?”

“Yeah. He’s alright, I suppose.”

Nicaise wonders if in centuries, there will be books talking about the King blessed by the gods and his husband, cursed by those same ones, whose love was strong enough to defeat everything. He wonders if those books will talk about him, a child destined to nothing and yet, who ends up with everything, including a string of siblings. He bets his story will be better than theirs.

[rainbenrry23]

i think i need a friend to lovers au where damianos and nikandros fall in love pretty please

[coffeedrgn87]

CaPri Microfic: Lantern

The royal baths of Ios shimmered under the flickering glow of a single lantern, its light casting ripples across the water. The vast marble chamber was quiet, save for the soft splash of water and a low, stifled laugh. Laurent stood at the edge of the pool, barefoot, his robes slipping off one shoulder, eyes gleaming in the dim light. “It’s much better at night, don’t you think?” he teased, glancing over at Damen, who stood waist-deep in the water, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

“You really know how to twist my arm,” Damen muttered, though a smile tugged at his lips as he waded closer.

Laurent’s grin was nothing short of wicked as he tossed his robe aside, letting it fall to the tiles with a soft thud. “I didn’t hear you protest much.”

Damen’s laugh rumbled low as Laurent slid into the water beside him, the lantern’s light dancing over their skin. “Only because you know how to make it impossible,” Damen replied, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.

Laurent’s lips brushed his ear. “That’s what makes it fun.”

[thecapricunt1616]

Kinktober Day 8 🎃

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): You sat up on your elbows, running your fingers through his blonde curls and playing with them, coiling them around your fingers and tugging them lightly. “Gosh you’re so fucking pretty baby, look so fuckin pretty between my legs” you breathed. It was impossible for his cheeks to get any pinker, the flush had run all the way down to his toned chest. 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hola Hola! Welcome to kinktober day 8/31 (pretend I remembered to post yesterday) I hope you're all having a good time! Once again thank you for all the love & notes on all previous days leading up to now i'm giving you all forehead kisses, *muah*! If you'd like to see my schedule/masterlist for this celebration click right 🎃here🎃; & if you'd like to also check out my masterlist for Promptober 2024 click right 🦇here🦇. & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Oral (F-receiving) No use of y/n, pet names, swearing 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

“Just like that- fuck Carmy-“ you cried out, back arching off the bed. Lewd slurping and slurping noises were coming where Carmy was nestled between your legs comfortably, having worked you up to three fingers and god only knows how many orgasms tonight. 

He was nearly there too, just from the taste of you and the words coming from your lips. 

You sat up on your elbows, running your fingers through his blonde curls and playing with them, coiling them around your fingers and tugging them lightly. “Gosh you’re so fucking pretty baby, look so fuckin pretty between my legs” you breathed. It was impossible for his cheeks to get any pinker, the flush had run all the way down to his toned chest. 

He hummed at the compliment, gaze fluttering down as he flattens his tongue and drags it across your cunt sloppily causing your abdominal muscles to tighten and contract. A whine left your throat, head falling back and tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you held his head and grind into his face, causing him to moan into you. 

“Tha’s it pretty boy just stay still- fuck just stay still- almost there” you whined out, and he did as he was told, sucking and slurping at your clit as his fingers curled against your gspot in a pattern that was going to bring you to the peak in no time. “Oh my - fucking god Carmy” you shout as another orgasm washed over you, and all you could do was lay back and take it. 

After having so many- there was no fighting it, no matter how overstimulated and puffy your cunt felt- his mouth felt too good, you couldn’t possibly tell him to stop.  “So good so good- so good bear you’re so fucking- ah!” You squeak, feeling yourself gushing around his fingers and he groans, slurping over his fingers as they fucked in and out of you. 

He tongued at your dripping hole, moaning at the taste of the creamy release covering his fingers. “So fucking sweet” he moaned into you, his voice muffled by your folds as he continued lapping at them. You squirmed a bit, the overstimulation setting in so in turn he let his other forearm pin your hips down to the bed, nose bridge nudging at your clit as he continued to suck on your folds. 

“Holy fuck baby I thought I fucking passed out - that mouth is magic” you giggle a bit and he huffed a chuckle into you, nose glistening with slick as he lapped his tongue back up to your clit and swirled his tongue over the throbbing nub, looking back up at you and enjoying your blissed out expression. 

“I fucking love those eyes”  you cupped his warm cheek, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone and he smiled a bit into you, pulling away and looking up at you, mouth and neck wet with your cum 

“Can I finish in you?” He asked, using his arm that had been holding your hips to wipe his chin and the sight made you clench around him which drew a chuckle “I take that as yeah?” He asked 

“Fuck yeah” you said eagerly. You whined at the loss of his fingers, although overstimulated- still feeling empty. It wasn’t for long though, as he lined himself up and since he’d been fingering you for well over half an hour he sunk inside more then easily, moaning hotly at the feeling and biting at his lip harshly to keep himself from cumming straight away. 

“So fuck- so fucking wet” he groaned, thrusting slowly, sensually. “So warm babe- my god” he stammered out, pulling out nearly to the tip before thrusting back in fully and you whine, grabbing his hand and pulling it to your throat. He smirked a bit, giving you a light squeeze before bringing his lips to yours and kissing you deeply, stroking your throat with his thumb as he thrusted in, deep and slow. 

“No matter how many times I stretch out this pretty pussy y’r always so tight f’me mm?” He purred in the shell of your ear and you whine, back arching off the bed when he hit that spot. 

“Y’look so fuckin pretty like that angel, fuck do it again I wanna see your legs shake” he grinds his hips into yours in a way that made you see stars, cock seated fully inside of you, the ridges and bulge of his tip and veins massaging against your most sensitive spot. Carmy’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, toes curling and spine arched. 

“Carmy-Carmy-Bearbearbear please” you begged him to continue and he was watching you, jaw dropped at the beautiful sight beneath him. The way you gushed around him when he nudged the right spot had a smirk curling on his lips. 

“Yeah? Like that princess? Fuckin’ love it when you squirt all over m’dick like that” he rubbed at your clit with his thumb in tight quick circles, using his 4 fingers rested over your abdomen to add pressure in a way that made your head spin. He grunts as you squirm, making a mess all over the sheets and his stomach and abs glistening in your juices. 

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, my good girl” he thrusts hard and fast, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin as well as your whiny little ‘ah-ah-ah-ah’ grunts each time the tip of his cock kissed your overstimulated g spot. “M’so fuckin close holy shit- fuck pussys suckin me in baby fuuuuuuck” his head fell back in bliss, chain snapping against his chest with each hard thrust. 

He grabbed your hips, holding them roughly, curls stuck to his forehead and bouncing with each hard thrust. “M’so fuckin close- shit so fuckin close baby” he muttered, wrapping his arms around the backs of your shoulders, holding you flush to him, chest to chest. 

“Fuuuuuck jus’like that baby just let me fuck you like this shit” he thrusted up into you, kissing the top of your head in thanks as he grunted and moaned, your pussy clenching around him in ways he hadn’t felt before. “Mm you fuckin’ like this ye’? Like a doll- my own little fuck doll mmm?” He said softly in your ear, the difference in his movements and words palpable. 

“I’m yours- I’m yours” you manage to get out between pants, that crease between your brow deepening and nose scrunching a bit as you got closer and he chuckled a bit 

“Mmm I know that face- I know that pretty face angel- cum w’me” he panted, thrusting up harder and you cry out, nails digging into his shoulder which only spurred him on more. “Tha’s right angel, fuckin mark me up go ahead. Tha’s a good fuckin girl- fuck” 

As he felt you gushing around him once more, he seats himself to the hilt, as deep as he could and unleashes his load with a hot whine that he tried to cover up with a grunt, knees nearly buckling so he carefully laid you back on the bed with a sigh of relief before thrusting a few times to milk himself fully inside you so you’d be dripping with him. 

“That was amazing bear” you said softly and he smiled bashfully, laying with you. He always got like this after sex, coy and shy. 

“Really?” He asked softy, gently drawing patterns into your skin with his fingertips as you laid together. 

“Absolutely, bear” 

Fin

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