#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.

[thecouchsofa]

My 2024 year in fic

First up: some stats!

Fics posted: 22, for 3 different fandoms (HP, Captive Prince, Dark Rise)

Total written: 415,488 words

My favourite fic I wrote in 2024: Us, Infinite (unfortunately)

My most kudos'd fic of 2024: Future Histories

My most productive writing month was January, with 63k written, while my most productive writing day was December 1st, with 9k written on that Sunday alone! I participated in 10 fests, wrote 10 unique pairings, and ended up with a total of 289k words posted in 2024.

My goals for next year are to finally finish Something in the Orange (an angsty Drarry fic that I started writing nearly a year ago), post at least one fic a month (I have a backlog of like 7 already), and write 500k by the end of the year. Here's to a creative 2025! ⭐

Fics listed below the cut alphabetically, by pairing/fandom.

✨ Drarry ✨

💛 A Wizard’s Guide to Co-Parenting with Your Ex-Arch Nemesis | T | 38k | Tags: Eighth Year, Temporary Children, Humour, Fluff, KidFic

Harry had expected a few things when returning for his Eighth Year. Rooming with Ron, a cheeky Firewhisky down at the pub, leaving his assignments to the last minute – those were all but certain to occur. His list of certainties definitely hadn’t included McGonagall’s shake-up of the curriculum, which tasked the Eighth Years with the responsibility of parenthood for three weeks. Caring for a baby Transfigured from a sack of flour would have been alright if: 1) Malfoy wasn’t Harry’s assigned partner, 2) Their baby’s one goal in life wasn’t to spite Harry, and 3) Malfoy wasn’t infuriatingly good at fake parenthood.

❤️ As Per Request | E | 17k | Tags: Virgin Harry, Loss of Virginity, Praise Kink, a PWP in a trench coat

Harry decides that it’s high time to lose his virginity, and figures that asking Malfoy is his best option. He’s fit, he won’t go to the papers, and he’ll be fine with Harry’s ‘no emotional attachment’ plan. Surely nothing could go wrong there.

🩶 Bare Moon Rising | E | 15k | Tags: Bets & Wagers, Charity Calendars, Wizarding Nudes, Humour, Quidditch, !Greg Goyle!

Potter moved towards him, sticking his hand out. “If that’s the case, we’re both doing it. You do the nude Tornados calendar, and I’ll do the Auror one. Most sales wins.” Oh no. “Are you backing out already?” Potter leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Finally admitting that mine’s bigger than yours, then? Or do you want to cop a feel first?” Charities could bugger off. Nothing good ever came of them, really.

🩷 Catch the Snitch | T | 2k | Tags: New Years Eve, Pining, Harry in a Snitch costume

Ron grabbed Draco’s shoulder and pulled him out of the room. “We’re going to play something. A game.” His eyes were rather maniacal. Draco wanted to ask if he’d gotten into the Mallowsweet, but he could not, for he was very committed to the mime costume and his resulting vow of silence. “You’re going to go into the garden and catch a Snitch.”

💜 Effervescence | E | 4k | Tags: PWP, Established Relationship, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Soft Dom Draco, Veritaserum

Harry has trouble asking for what he wants in bed. Draco uses Veritaserum to help him along.

🩵 Future Histories | T | 6k | Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Established Relationship, Draco's canon-adjacent obsessive crush, Fluff

After an accident at work, Draco finds that two decades of his memories have been temporarily wiped. His Healers are reluctant to tell him the identity of his mystery husband, thinking he’ll react badly. Oh, how wrong they are.

🖤 Knot Your Average Coworkers | E | 22k | Tags: Werewolf Draco, Oblivious Harry, Knotting, Humour, Ron-themed crafts

It takes Harry a while to work out that every month, almost like clockwork, Draco is given an assignment in the field that takes him out of their shared office for days on end. After each assignment, Draco returns looking so bloody exhausted that Harry gears up to file a complaint with their boss. When questioned about it, Draco’s explanations range from mildly suspect to intensely suspicious. Harry takes it upon himself to find out what’s going on. Or: Harry makes a bunch of unintentional knotting jokes while an increasingly baffled Draco is driven insane.

💚 Like London to a Brick | T | 4k | Tags: Eighth Year, Clothes Sharing, Quidditch, Getting Together

“Malfoy? Blond wanker of epic proportions. Goes around with a sour look on his face all the time. Comes up to about yay high.” Ron held his hand a few inches above the top of Harry’s head. “Ring any bells?” Harry bent down to tighten the strap on his kneepad. “Still no idea what you’re on about.” “You…” An odd spluttering noise left Ron’s lips. “You’re taking the piss.” “Harry,” Ginny shouted from the changeroom door. “Why the fuck is Malfoy wearing your Quidditch jersey?” Ron made a face that very plainly said ‘there it is’.

🧡 My Good Name | M | 13k | Tags: Homophobia, Coming Out, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Complicated Family Relationships

Standing there, in the foyer of Draco’s parents’ house, was the most visible display of love that Draco had ever been shown. Harry loved him. He loved him. And Draco was about to throw him to the wolves.

🤍 Sons of Aphrodite | E | 11k | Tags: Small Cock Size Kink, Party Games, Meddling Friends, Praise Kink, Friends to Lovers

“So … yeah.” Harry ducked his head as he pulled Draco’s hand towards him. “It’s not that I didn’t enjoy doing that to you, it’s that my cock is like … that.” Draco reached out to touch, running a finger down Harry’s hard length. “You have a small cock, Harry, not a tentacle or something equally terrifying. It’s incredibly fucking hot, actually.” Featuring twenty push-ups that nearly broke Draco’s brain, meddling friends with the best of intentions, Draco admitting his crush on Harry under party-game-themed duress, a pet cat named Willow, and a small problem that isn’t actually a problem at all.

🤎 Stretched Out | E | 5k | Tags: Friends With Benefits, Fisting, Rimming, Edging, Soft Dom Draco, Fluff

Harry looked at him for a moment, thumb tracing the line of Draco’s cheekbone. “I’ve never trusted anyone like I’ve trusted you. Isn’t that mental?”

💙 Us, Infinite (unfortunately) | E | 77k | Tags: Time Loop, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Breaking the Law, Magaluf, Cooking as a form of intimacy, 'last day in the time loop' vibes

It’s very fitting for how Harry’s life has gone thus far that he gets trapped in a time loop without rhyme, reason, or warning. To make matters infinitely worse, the one other person stuck on the same hellish chronological ride is Draco Malfoy, git extraordinaire.

✨ Other HP ✨

🤍 August Storms over Devon | Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley | T | 1k | Tags: Summer of 1998, the Burrow, Emotional Intimacy

“What if…” She clenched her hands into fists, pressing them against her thighs to stop them from shaking. “What if I can’t? What if they never…” Ron’s voice was even-keeled, steady as an oak in a storm. “Do you want to try?”

🩵 Cornerstone | Scorpius Malfoy/James Sirius Potter | E | 6k | Tags: Consenual Infidelity, Loss of Virginity, Humour, No Angst, Topping From the Bottom

James is a virgin, so Albus lets him borrow his boyfriend.

💚 Jasmine and Cherry | Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley | E | 8k | Tags: Clubbing, Friends to Lovers, Face-Sitting

Pansy’s lips brushed Ginny’s ear as she tilted her head back. “That gloss is flavoured, you know. Cherry.”

🖤 New Gods | Sirius Black/Harry Potter | E | 4k | Tags: POV Sirius, Sirius Lives, Age Difference, Ambiguous Sirius/James Potter

It rocks Sirius to his core every time he thinks about it, because they aren’t the same – Harry and James. Sure, Harry pushes his glasses up with the knuckle of his pointer finger. James used to do the same thing when he had dirt or sugar or random potion essence on his hands. Other people do that too. Sirius has never seen it, but they do.

🧡 One Night in Bristol | Regulus Black/James Potter | E | 10k | Tags: Everybody Lives, Post-Hogwarts, Complicated Sibling Relationships, a horse statue that is canon to my IRL life

Regulus eyes the statue, forces himself to pull his gaze away from James as he pats down the back of his blue jeans. “How’d you even get up there? It’s, what, a full storey?” “If you include the base bit, yeah.” James slaps a hand on the brick stack under the horse’s bronze feet. “And I couldn’t tell you how I get up to half the shit I do.” He wiggles his eyebrows, looking far more lecherous than he has any right to. “Trade secrets, Reggie.” Regulus raises an eyebrow, leaning his weight against the base of the statue. “And your trade is…?” James shrugs and offers him a smile, slow and bright. “Fucking about, mostly.” Or, Regulus happens upon James on a chilly night in Bristol.

❤️ Some Nights | Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley | E | 23k | Tags: Eighth Year, Dorm Sharing, Friends with Benefits, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Threesome, Switching, Harry + Ron = 1 braincell

Ron fucks up his Silencing Charms in the dorm one night. Then Malfoy does. The rest, as they say, is history.

✨ Captive Prince ✨

💛 Golden Starbursts | Damen/Laurent, Damen/Auguste | E | 5k | Tags: Canon Divergence, Auguste Lives, Arranged Marriage, Marriage Consummation, Damen's Canonical Blond Kink

Damen has only ever fucked two men in his life. Both have worn the golden starburst emblem.

💙 Lay Me Down | Damen/Laurent | E | 5k | Tags: PWP, Canon Divergence, Tent Sex, Comeplay

Two princes walk into a Vaskian camp. Aka, what if the tent scene in Prince’s Gambit had gone differently.

✨ Dark Rise ✨

�� Give/Take | Will Kempen/James St. Clair | E | 2k | Tags: PWP, Dom/Sub Undertones, Topping From the Bottom, Old Language Kink

James takes control. Until his concentration breaks.

🖤 Scheggino | Will Kempen/James St. Clair | E | 3k | Tags: Missing Scene, Spoiler for book 2: Dark Heir, PWP, Loss of Virginity, Dom/Sub Undertones,

As Anharion was Sarcean’s, James was Will’s. Regardless of their past selves, the reverse was also true here; Will was James’ before he was even his own. “I’ve always been yours,” Will whispered. “Thousands of years ago, longer, since the grains of sand on the beach were still stars, I have been yours.” Or, Will gives James what he asks for. An alternate ending to Chapter 44 of Dark Heir.

[writtenendings]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63237751

It's the Game I (Really) Like | Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince) | E | 3.6k words

Summary:

Laurent is working from home. Damen is horny. These two data points in isolation are positive, but in conjunction, can be tipped either into ‘very good’ or ‘very bad’. Depending on your perspective, of course.

It’s a game they play. Damen plays in the hopes of distracting Laurent into giving him what he wants, Laurent plays in the hopes of putting Damen in his place. Laurent is losing, but he thinks he has a way to make them both winners in the end.

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New fic just dropped! It's a oneshot with everything you could ask for: modern au, pleasure dom laurent, sub damen, both of them teasing each other, and a hot, kinky scene incorporating Laurent's fancy leather boots. Oh! And Damen testing his endless stamina against Laurent's endless resolve. Enjoy xx

[tototalks]

That took longer than expected lol. Happy 2025 babes.

Chapter 2 of my fic exploring the musical and literary traditions of Vere and Akielos is up! This time we focus on Veretian folk music with Lazar and Pallas.

Hope you all enjoy 😘

[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]

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

Tag List: @carmenberzattosgf - @daysofyellowroses - @mouseymilkovich - @gallaghersgal - @maggiesarchives - @carmybrainworms - @l4long-winded - @babyspiderling - @southsideserendipity - @djlnkaled

[c-dragon-art]

hate at first sight

[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)

[penguinmerchant]

Full Length of the Soul binding

So I've been a busy little bee lately! Now that all these books have reached their recipients I'll start posting them, and I want to start with one of my favorites---@wrenaspun's lovely fic, The Full Length of the Soul. I wanted to do something simple for this bind (opinions may vary on whether or not I hit that target) but this came together for me really quickly, and I'm really happy with it.

More pics and details under the cut.

So the idea was for this to be a half binding, where half of the front was bookcloth and half was marbled paper. As you can see the font of the title took up quite a bit more than that, and it became more like a three quarters binding. Will I eventually regret not putting some bookcloth on the outer edge? Maybe. It's pretty sturdy paper so I hope it'll be okay.

I used some marbled cream and gold paper for the endpapers. These are the marbled jute paper from Mulberry Papers and I have two 8x11s of almost every color in my stash. Very handy for situations like this, I was able to find something perfect without needing to order anything (unlike my other bindings...)

Here's a pic of the back.

Ugh I just love it, it's way simpler than the other books I've done lately but it really gives the marbled paper a chance to shine. That paper is Crepaldi, of course, and the bookcloth is duo (I am going to LOSE IT when I run out of my stash of duo, it's beautiful and I love it so much, I don't know what I'm going to do). All the gold, including the bands on the front and back, are HTV. I did protect the marbled paper with parchment while I was ironing it on but it did surprisingly well and the heat didn't damage the paper at all.

All in all this was a very easy bind! The guillotine didn't give me any trouble and the casing in was really easy. Even the HTV went done really nicely. I forgot to take a picture of the spine before I sent it away but it's just the title and it even went on straight and everything.

[ultimatelyre]

CAPRI popular fics masterlist part I

$ - explicit (minors DNI) ⚡- quick read contains popular fics which you might've already read, so if you want pls check other parts!

Winged cupid painted blind ⚡- Laurent masquerades as his sister to get Damen to call off their wedding. Falls in love with him instead *facepalm, the humour is perfection in this gotta be my fav one shot ever

Last with me through the night - childhood friends/ slow burn/ single parent(Nicaise's uncle) Laurent please read this one if you have time for just one. the fluff oh god

A point to happiness - Damen texts the wrong number, best mistake of his life (Even I fell in love when Laurent tells him that bedtime story bitch. AND nicaise being a reluctant and lovely matchmaker!)

Receipts and reciprocity $ - Damen has a thing for buying Laurent stuff. Non-cringey Age difference TRUST. literally everything by this author is so good?? again, trust.

An Arranged Marriage ⚡ - political marriage, POV damen, plotting laurent is da best

Bright as lightning $ - political marriage, POV laurent amazing story

All the education that I missed $ - just read it, i dont even know how to give a summary w/out soundin SUS AF lmaoo

Concordia - hockeyxfigure skating, complicated laurent

In case of emergency ⚡- Laurent flirting outrageously with firefighter damen is a need i didnt know i had

⭐ part I (popular ones) 💼part II (workplace AU)🫂part III (Auguste lives & Nicaise lives)🦾part IV (rare pairs)

This "ficrec friday edition" is dedicated to all the powerhouses behind well-loved fanfics in the CAPRI fandom below are some of my fav authors!

Fahye

blacktofade

kittendiamore

Josselin

id rather have you

itallends

thickenmyblood

ahdriking (blushes)

niniblack

writerofperfectdisasters

taj_mutthall

Spinawren

penguinMerchant

Holly_go_lightly

onekingdomonce

thickenmyblood

barbitone

folfar

Lapin ....and more for next time!!

quick note: ofc it's not possible for me to cover ALL of them! please feel free to drop ficrecs and your fav fic writers in the comments!

[winmance]

My favorite parts of Chapter 8 of my own fic because why not?

Sad boy Damen

Even more sad Damen:

Protective Damen

Sassy Laurent (and. Uh. Horny Damen)

Ok that’s it! It was my favorite chapter so far. Now the story truly begins…

[barbitone]

Now the Kingdom Comes

[cg-sunnyd]

reminder: there is nothing wrong with being a padded regressor, whether you use diaps actively or simply for comfort. this extends to out of regression as well, if you are someone who uses them for medical reasons! this account is safe and welcoming towards padded regressors!

(idea suggested by @ittybittybabyone - thank you for the idea!)

🧸snug and safe💝

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sometimes, it could be hard regressing at home. it was a secret from your family, whether it was because you didn't want to share it or weren't sure it'd be taken well, you simply hadn't told anyone about it.

luckily, your caregiver lived nearby! if you were feeling small, you could easily go over and see them, or they'd come over and pick you up. once back at their house, it was just a matter of getting into something comfortable and playing a game, reading a book, having lunch, or any of the other numerous things both of you liked to do together.

one thing that was the best about going to your caregiver's house was also sometimes the scariest. it had taken ages to get to bravery to shyly share with your caregiver that you maybe, sometimes, maybe thought it would be nice to try and wear some extra protection. your caregiver had laughed and before you could feel upset, they had admitted that they had bought some pull-ups and diapers just in case. it was only on occasion, because they could be hard to get, but it was enough.

today was saturday - finally the end of the week. between work and having to help host your relatives, it had been a terribly stressful week, and you were so looking forward to a weekend of nothing but snuggles and cuddles and playtime. as you waited by the driveway, you felt a bang of regret as you recalled that nearly a month ago, you'd used your last pull-up. but before you could linger on that, the familiar gray car pulled up.

"hey! come on, get in the car!" your caregiver called, their voice casual. as soon as you got in the car, however, their voice softened. "hey, buddy! i'm so happy to see you- i know it was a really hard week, huh?" they don't waste any time in turning on your favourite fun playlist as they pull into the street.

"really hard week. my cousins are annoying." you frowned and nodded, picking at your sleeve. they smile understanding at you, and pat your shoulder.

"well, don't worry! i made sure to pick up your favorite snacks and dinner foods, and even got some sippy cups of juice all ready in the fridge for us. plus, another surprise." they wink at you. immediately, it catches your interest.

"a surprise? what kinda surprise?" you ask eagerly, but your caregiver just grins. you keep trying to guess on the way to their house, just about ten minutes away, but they don't give you any clues. instead, they just usher you into the house.

"why don't you go pick a sippy cup out and go in the living room to pick a movie?" they suggest. you huff, but the excitement in your eyes is clear. you choose a yellow sippy cup of fruit punch and wander into the living room. pillows and blankets line the floor, the couch and cushions carefully set up to be a perfect cuddly nest.

you've barely picked your movie - a carebear movie - when they reappear. they've got something behind their back, and you gasp when they reveal the polka-dotted tote bag you use as a diaper bag.

"i know you weren't looking forward to this week, so i made sure to get something to help you feel really cozy and comfortable. come on over, bugga-boo." your caregiver coos, and you waste no time in scrambling up and crashing into them with a delighted shout.

with ease, they settle you onto the special blanket they kept in the bag, snagging the pajamas you picked out. after letting you pick out the pull-up you wanted (zoo animal themed!), they poke at your sides teasingly as they help get you changed up. your caregiver pauses to check the tabs and ensure it fits all nice and snug.

"you comfy, bugga?" your caregiver asks as they help tug your pajama shirt on. you nod happily, tossing your arms around them.

"you're the best, bubba," you say, feeling a bit shy despite everything. they just kiss you on the forehead and guide you back to the comfy nest in the living room.

"and you're the best too," they add as they settle next to you, letting you rest your head on their shoulder. they start the movie, and you squirm a bit to get comfortable before letting out a happy sigh.

as you drink your juice and enjoy the movie, the stress of the week seems so far away. all that matters is that you're happy and comfortable, and your caregiver is just as happy. it'll be a great and relaxing weekend for you both, no doubt.

[goldencuffs]

You mentioned that this fandom changed your mind about omegaverse bc of some really great fics. I've only read ones from a different fandom, but I generally like them. If you're comfortable sharing, what are your favorite Capri omegaverse fics?

absolutely!!!! i think one of the greatest tragedies in this fandom is there aren't enough!!

here are some of my favourites:

softly, gently by @deripmaver

level of concern by @deripmaver

inhale the future slow by memeyoozi (vernonsgf)

The Veretian Flytrap by  Just_Another_Day (there's a whole verse to this that's also excellent)

What A Feeling To Be A King Beside You by beautifulmagick

As I Am Now by shadowsapiens

there's also these which i've just started King’s Ransom and Queen Sacrifice by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley) who is one of my favourite authors of all time so i'm confident these will also be 1000/10

happy reading!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[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.

[laur-the-cat-prince]

Sketchy inspired by Obligation of Kings by @kaerwrites