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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. Heâs not usually this stressed before going on a date, but heâs also not usually that interested. He hasnât told Nikandros yet, refusing to see the disapproval on his friendâs face, but he thinks this may be it for him. Heâs been talking to Laurent for less than a week and yet, he already canât think of anything else. Every second of his day is spent thinking about him and even when heâs 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 didnât think much about it. Looking back, he probably should have questioned Laurent about choosing a family place for their dinner, but you donât know what you donât ask.
It doesnât 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. Heâs not wearing expensive clothes but heâs in all black, with not an inch of skin showing. Heâs the most beautiful human being Damen has ever seen and he hopes Laurent is going to like him because thereâs no way Damen will be able to live knowing that such beauty walks on Earth.
The slow motion stops the moment someone steps into Laurentâs personal space.
At first Damen frowns, until he realizes itâs a kid and then he thinks the boy must be lost but then - then Laurentâs eyes leave him and focus on the boy and he doesnât seem to care that the boy is so close to him, that their feet are touching.
Thatâs when Damen realizes something is wrong.
âHello Damen,â Laurent says.
âHello Damen,â the boy next to him repeats.
âHey, I⌠uh⌠You areâŚâ
âThis is Nicaise. My babysitter was sick. It says on your profile that you love kids.â
âIâm a kid,â the kid says.
âI do,â Damen says. âNice to meet you. Both of you.â
He loves kids, yes, but on his first date? Heâs not sure. Laurentâs profile didnât mention a kid. Let alone a teenager. Heâs 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 âWhat does it mean if your crush brings their kid that they didnât tell you about to your first date?â 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 theyâre 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.
âI watched the show you talked about,â Damen says. His throat feels tight with how tense the situation is. âInto the fire? The documentary about the missing girl.â
âYou did?â
Laurent seems surprised and for a few seconds, he even lifts his head to look at Damen.
âYes. It was really good.â
âI thought you didnât like true crime documentaries.â
âYes but you said you liked it, so I thought I should watch it too.â
âCan I watch it?â Nicaise asks.
âAbsolutely not. Do you hear me? Itâs a no.â
âYou may be a bit too young for that,â Damen says, and then he realizes he has no idea how young Nicaise is. Heâs pretty, like Laurent, with big blue eyes and curly dark hair. Heâs 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.
âDid you watch it illegally?â This time, the question is directed to Laurent. âSo I canât 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.â
Damen never spoke like that to his parents and if he did, he wouldnât be here to tell anyone about it. He should feel offended but he canât, not when Nicaiseâs words make him want to laugh.
âItâs on Netflix. He probably watches it here,â Damen says, trying to help.
âWe donât have Netflix anymore. The neighbor used to allow us to use his account but with their fucking new setting it doesnât work anymore. Thanks fuck we can still use their WiFi!â
âLangage Nicaise,â Laurent says. âI watched it with Jord last weekend. Nothing illegal here.â
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 Laurentâs grandpa. In fact, heâs 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.
âDo you have Netflix, Damen?â Nicaise aks.
âI do, yes.â
âAnd Amazon Prime?â
âYes.â
âWhat about Disney+? HBO?â
âUh, yes. I think I got all of them? There was a deal when I bought my TV.â
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, whoâs looking at him with a frown on his face. He seems tense and Damen would like to blame it on the fact that itâs their first date, but he has a feeling itâs not it. Thereâs a hole in Laurentâs sleeves and he keeps playing nervously with it. Itâs really cute.
âI read the book you mentioned,â Laurent mumbles. âI didnât have anything to do.â
âDid you like it?â
âIt was adequate.â
The book is one of Damenâs favorites. He read it when he was twelve and the loss of his mom was starting to creep into him. Itâs a beautiful book about grief and heâs aware that only someone who had lost someone they deeply loved can appreciate it.
âYou cried while reading it,â Nicaise says, his eyes still down on the menu.
âI did not.â
âYes, you cried like a big baby and then you were like, all emotional and telling me that you loved me. It was disgusting. Damen, donât recommend that kind of book again.â
âNotes taken. What should I recommend then? What kind of books do you think are appropriate for Laurent?â
âErotics books.â
Damen bursts into laughter at the same moment Laurent shoves Nicaise away, his face turning a dark shade of red.
âWhat? Itâs true! That would do you some good!â
âFocus back on your menu. You are not a part of this conversation.â
âWe should order, actually,â Damen says, trying to distract Laurent again. âWhat does Nicaise eat?â
âYou can ask me directly, you know,â Nicaise says.
âOh yes, sorry. What do you want to eat?â
âI donât talk to strangers.â
Laurent, having already forgotten the kid, canât 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 Laurentâs hand.
âHeâll have a burger with extra bacon and a diet Coke.â
âGood choice,â Damen notes. âAnd you?â
âCesar salad.â
Damen has never once ordered a salad while at the restaurant and heâs not surprised to see itâs the cheapest meal here. It does look good, sure. If you eat it while waiting for your burgers. Still, heâs smart enough to understand why Laurent chose it, and even smarter not to comment on it.
âIâll take the burger too. They have onion rings and chicken wings that seem absolutely amazing so I think Iâll start with them.â
âYouâre having all of that before your burger?â Laurent asks.
âYeah, that may be a bit excessive⌠Would you be ok eating them with me?â
Laurentâs stomach is quicker to answer than he is, the noise reaching their ears before Damenâs sentence is even over. This time, however, Nicaise doesnât laugh when he looks at his father and instead, a complex expression booms on his face.
âIf you donât mindâŚâ
âNah, I wonât be able to eat it all anyway.â
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 heâs not sure that he got it quite right. He hadnât realized just how old he was until that moment, but apparently young people these days seem to have a whole new language.
âYou should download TikTok,â Nicaise tells him. âIâll send you videos to help you get some culture.â
âYouâll not,â Laurent says.
âWhy?â
âItâs inappropriate.â
âUgh, find. Damen, can I have your phone please?â
âNicaise, thatâs not-â
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 doesnât care.
âHere. I added Laurentâs TikTok. He doesnât post anything of course, but heâs always sending me those really not funny videos that Iâm sure youâll love.â
When they were texting, Laurent had told him he was not on social media. No Instagram, no Facebook and certainly no TikTok.
âCan I get a follow-back?â
âI⌠Yes.â
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. Itâs a nice family scene, Damen realizes. It looks like theyâre just two regular dads eating with their teenage son who canât keep his eyes off his phone. Itâs 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, heâs 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 hadnât told Damen before but that makes so much sense. He doesnât talk about his family but when Damen talks about Kastor, both Laurent and Nicaise agree that heâs an asshole, which makes Damen laugh. Theyâre almost done eating when Damen realizes that heâs in deep trouble because thereâs no way this was a one-time thing.
âSo Damen,â 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. âWhat are your intentions towards Laurent?â
Laurent chokes on his water but Damen keeps it cool. He was expecting this question, for some odd reasons.
âTheyâre nothing but pure. Anything he wants, Iâll give him.â
Thereâs that deep blush on Laurentâs face again but he doesnât say anything. They finish eating in silence, but itâs a comfortable one and when Damenâs fingers brush against Laurent's own, he doesnât reach out but doesnât push his hand away either.
Once itâs time to pay, Damen doesnât let Laurent take his car out and immediately pays for the whole meal.
âYou didnât have to.â
âI did say in my bio that I was old school, didnât I?â
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.
âThank you.â
âOf course. I canât imagine what Nicaise would do to me if I let you get a cold.â
Laurent smiles fondly.
âHeâs a bit protective, sometimes. But heâs a good kid.â
âHe is, yes,â Damen agrees. âDo you do that a lot?â
âDo what?â
âBring the kid to a date so that youâll get dinner for free. Iâm not complaining, just so weâre clear. I had a really good night.â
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 canât complain. Not when the night is so nice and Laurent is so close to him.
âI only did it once or twice,â Laurent admits after a while. âItâs not⌠Money gets tight sometimes and itâs fun. Weâre not hurting anyone. The two times we did it, the men paid for the meal but didnât stay with us. They kept apologizing but couldnât stand to even try and have a conversation with us. It was laughable, I swear.â
âSo you never mentioned Nicaise to any of them before the date?â
âNo, but to be fair, youâre⌠I didnât 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 didnât come up.â
âAnd with me?â
âI didnât expect us to talk this much.â
Thereâs a strange feeling of pride booming inside of Damenâs chest and heâs smiling like a teenager, but it feels right to do so.
âYou were not really looking for a boyfriend then?â
âNo,â Laurent says. âIâm⌠I was not.â
âAnd now?â
Laurent stays silent for a while but his cheeks are red and heâs playing nervously with his hands. Still, when he turns towards him, his face is neutral.
âIt was a great night.â
âIt was,â Damen agrees.
They stopped walking some time ago. Theyâre standing in front of each other now, Nicaiseâs presence not far away but not close enough to disrupt them. Damen wonât kiss Laurent, not now, but the way theyâre looking at each other is better than any kiss he ever had.
âSo, tomorrow at the same time?â
âI will have to bring Nicaise.â
And this time, he does seem sorry about it.
âAh. See, itâs a bit awkward but itâs actually Nicaise I wanted to see⌠Heâs really funny. But youâre free to tag along, of course.â
This time when Laurent laughs, he does so with all his chest and itâs the prettiest sound Damenâs 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.
âI want to eat sushi tomorrow,â Nicaise says. âAlso, can we go and watch a movie before? Thereâs a new horror movie -â
âNo horror movie for you.â
âWhat? Youâre the one who gets scared! Not me! Iâm sure Damen can hold you close so you donât piss your pants.â
âYes,â Damen says, âIâll hold you close. Both of you.â
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 motherâs death, his fatherâs cold love, and Kastorâs 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. Laurentâs 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.
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hellooo any laurent x damen tinder au??
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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
#absolutely sat for this fic like ayo for that hunter schafer movie#my art#damen of akielos#laurent de vere#lamen#captive prince#capri#n e ways drawing laur is still hard no one ever looks like him
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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 heâd left you, snuggled in a blanket and softly snoring. When he came home that night and nudged you, you jumped like a sleeping catÂ
âIâm awake!â You said quickly with an unintentional snore, rubbing your eyes tiredly.Â
âBrought you a sandwich and some fries. Back still hurts?â He asked softly.Â
You whimper gently as you stretch out your sore muscles, sitting up once again in the dark living room. âHowâs work?â You mumbled with a yawn, taking the takeout container as he plopped next to you and planted a kiss on your head.Â
âDoesnât matter, mâhere for you baby, why donât I get you a bath set up mm?â He flicks on a lamp and you blink a few times as your eyes get adjusted to the light. Â
âYouâre too good to me, you know that right?â You gave him a peck on the lips. He smiled a bit and rubbed your sideÂ
âI canât even count the amount of back massages youâve given me after a long week. Iâm just repaying the favor.â He watched as you took a bite and sighed in relief, your stomach growling- likely in thanks as you hadnât moved from your spot all day long in your blanket nest.Â
âThis is really good, Bearâ you mumble as you chew. He hums happily at your approval, giving you one more kiss to the temple before getting up.Â
âGood, I put a piece of princess cake in the fridge for you for after your bath if you wantâ he said on his way to the bathroom, and you could cry at the bliss that was being taken care of.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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. âDid you want some wine my loveâ he crouched down next to where you were snuggled on the couch, brushing your hair from your eyes gently.Â
âYes pleaseâ 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.Â
âAlright, upâ 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 werenât expecting it.Â
âWoahâ 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 didnât 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. Youâd never had another partner who was so attentive and went out of their way for you how he did.
âLove youâŚâ you muttered before pulling away with a sniffle. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a gentle kissÂ
âYour towel is In the warmer waiting for you baby, Iâll get your pajamas set out for youâ 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.Â
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.Â
Carmy heard you getting out of the bath, so he went and got your pajamas that heâd 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.Â
âHey pretty girlâ he takes your hand, kissing it gently âgot some warm pajamas for you, house is taken care of you just have to get in bedâ he motioned to the bed where your pajamas were nicely folded for you.Â
âAnd you say you arenât romanticâ you mused, causing him to chuckle a bit as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your headÂ
âWhat can I say, I guess you bring it out of me. Get your pajamas on Iâll rub your feet for youâ he said and you hum happily, closing your eyes and planting a kiss on his neck
âCan I be babied like this all the time?â You joked, he huffed a laugh, handing you your pajamas.Â
âThe days that Iâm not too wiped out from work, I can tryâ 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. âMm mm mmâ he said jokingly. You giggled as you crawl on the bed, resting your legs over his lap and wiggling your manicured toes teasingly.Â
âGet to massaging this isnât a free peep showâ you said and he took your ankle, bringing it to his lips and giving it a chaste kiss
âWhat- so you can put me to work, and I canât even eye the goods?â he joked as he put your leg gently back in his lap and grabbing the massage oil that heâd 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.Â
âMmmm, keep doinâ that and Iâll let you see whateeever you wantâ you said happily, your voice nearly a purr from how expertly he was massaging your calves and feet. âCan I turn on Big Brother?â you asked and giggle at the way his face lit up
âYou really waited?! Fuck yeah I wanna see whats up put it onâ he said and you smiled, shaking your head jokingly as you turned on the TV. He had whined before about not wanting to watch âtrash reality tvâ 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 âyour showâ 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.âOf course I waited, itâs our show nowâ
#carmy the bear#carmen berzatto x you#carmen berzatto angst#carmy x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto fanfic#carmy berzatto x female reader#carmy berzatto fluff#carmen x reader#carmy berzatto x oc#carmy berzatto fic#carmy berzatto fanfiction#carmen berzatto imagine#carmy berzatto smut#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto smut#carmen berzatto fluff#carmy berzatto imagine#carmen berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto fic#capri writes: Carmy â¤ď¸#carmen berzatto blurb#capris moots: maggie :D
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Sketchy inspired by Obligation of Kings by @kaerwrites
#captive prince#cs pacat#laurent of vere#capri#damen of akielos#lamen#damen x laurent#obligation of kings#read obligation of kings#this fic is killing me#duty of princes is going to end me for good. rip Laur Cat Prince#i miss drawing capri stuff#my treat
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i feel the need to remind everyone that Damenâs literally one of the smartest and most well-educated characters in the series. Heâs extremely well-read and knowledgeable about military tactics and strategy, which if you didnât know also includes a huge depth of history knowledge, and his talent comes from both education and years of experience. Heâs smart enough to know geography and terrain information of an area he hasnât 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 yâall Damen is just as intelligent as Laurent, itâs just that Laurentâs intelligence is about manipulation and chess and Damenâs 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)
#i would bet my college tuition that Damen loves analyzing and debating about books#âdamen wouldnât understand hamletâ stfu he would eat that shit up#side note tho damen would love hamlet itâs a lot like his and laurentâs story#thereâs definitely more that iâm not thinking of right now#but even on my first read of the series there were so many scenes where Damen is extremely competent and clearly educated and trained#i donât understand all the fic writers that make damen some himbo golden retriever and laurent this sarcastic girlboss#damen#capri#captive prince#damen of akielos#damianos of akielos
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hate at first sight
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Star-dust
âWill youââ
Damen took his head in both hands and kissed his cheek, and kissed it, and kissed it, squishing Laurentâs face in his palms, soâso 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.
âStop it,â he was laughing, and, âbrute, itâsâstop!â but he was making no efforts to free himself, his hands over Damenâs, pressing only closer. One snuck to the back of Damenâs neck, and his eyes opened wide, looking right at him, endlessly blue. âYou,â he paused, flushing.
âSweetheart,â Damen whispered, delighted. Pasted a big, sloppy kiss all over Laurentâs 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.
âDamen,â low, his voice when it roughens, dazzling, dizzying. âDamen.â
âYes,â he said, hysterical, âyes, sweetheart,â kissing and kissing and,
âYours,â Laurent breathed, warm on the tender skin of his throat, âDamen, yours,â and Damenâs mind splintered around it, drowned in the joy of it, heart soaringâ
The yelp was more of a squeal this time but to be fair, Damen did hoist him up a little suddenly, and Laurent wasâoh, not standing anymore, but closer, finally, and his legs twined around Damenâs 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 Damenâs 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.
âYouâre ridiculous,â 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.
âYours,â he said, a confession tucked into the crook of Laurentâs neck, âyours, Laurent, yes, always,â silly and flayed open with this, breathless.
Laurentâs 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.
âThe sun is setting,â he said, forehead resting against Damenâs. His breathing was coming in fast, belying the even tone. âNight will fall soon.â
âNight,â Damen agreed, nonsensically. The smell of sea-daffodil was rich and heady; he was very nearly swooning. âSweetheart,â he added, helplessly.
âShould we head back?â
âNot yet,â Damen said. His thoughts tried, and failed, to reach past the length of Laurentâs 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 Damenâs ribs from the inside to the stutter of his heart. âNot yet,â he echoed. âWhat shall we do in the meantime?â
And when Damen just stared, stunned with this starburst of affection,
âKiss me,â Laurent said, chuckles interrupting the pout, and Damen could roar with how muchâhe was still carrying him, crushing Laurentâs body into his, careful and disbelieving, still, shot through with the thrill of it.
Helplessâ
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. âBrute,â Laurent huffed, airy, light, and Damen thought, yes,
And he punctuated each kiss with it: âYes,â and, âsweetheart,â and, âyes,â and, âyes.â
Star-dust glimmered in Laurent's hair, in his smile. âFiancĂŠ,â he said, his voice sweetly shy, and Damenâs toes curled with the pleasure of it. He said, âYes.â
âHusband,â Laurent tried, and Damen dropped them both to the grass.
#just the absolute most disgusting sweetness for you#capri fic#700-ish words#they are very much in love all right.#fluff#FLUFF I SAID#damen/laurent#damen x laurent
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i purposely put off reading captive prince because i knew that i would get obsessed and wouldnât 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
#captive prince#damen x laurent#laurent is my bb boy i just need to see him happy#i thought aftg fic were emotionally devastating but these capri ones are worse#their relationship dynamic just works so well in so many ways
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does the capri fandom have any insanely good fics like the holy trinity or smth ?
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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 couldnât 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 didnât 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.
Heâs 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 theyâre happy which only means one thing. Nicaiseâs 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.
âFound him!â Someone yells.
Nicaise will be dead soon.
He doesnât 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. âLong live King Laurentâ. 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.
âWhat a pretty little rat,â someone says. âIâve been searching for you for days, Nicaise. We were supposed to meet at our favorite spot. Did you forget?â
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 canât decide.
âYouâre not dead?â Nicaise asks.
âNot more than you are, no.â
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.
âTook you long enough.â
âIâm sorry,â Laurent says, and Nicaise knows he means it. âCome. You need a bath.â
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. Heâs sitting on the biggest horse, his head up and proud, and despite a very visible injury, he looks undefeated.
âHello, Nicaise,â Damen says.
Nicaise turns towards Laurent and he takes his hand, ready to start running, but Laurent helps him back.
âIâll explain,â Laurent whispers, still holding his hand. âBut everything is alright, Nicaise. Weâre safe. I promise.â
Laurent never lied to him before and so Nicaise follows him.
âââ
Laurent doesnât explain. Theyâre 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 heâs 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 Damenâs help first. Yet now both have a crown on their heads and they donât 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 doesnât 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. Laurentâs love was pure, true. He never said it because he didnât 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 didnât leave without having a plan for Nicaiseâs safety.
Laurent had been looking for him for weeks. He didnât 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 isnât his only anymore.
ââ
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. Heâll come and sit next to him, ask stupid questions (âWhat is your favorite food?â âDo you like the sun?â âIâll teach you how to swim if you want?â) and Nicaise tries to find a reason but he canât find any. Well, itâs 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 heâs not Laurentâs favorite anymore, Nicaise knows that Laurent would never let anything happen to him.
âI was thinking,â Damen says while theyâre eating dinner. Itâs 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.
âDonât hurt yourself,â Nicaise says.
To his surprise, they both laugh, even Damen, not feeling even a little offended. It makes Nicaise even angrier.
âThank you for your concern, itâs really sweet of you. But I was thinking that we should get you a horse soon. It doesnât seem right that you donât have one yet.â
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 didnât 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 wasnât. 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.
âIt will be yours,â Laurent says, as if reading his mind. âYouâll get to choose it and name it.â
âWhat if I want to name it something dumb?â
âThen name it something dumb.â
âWhat if I want the biggest, most expensive horse alive?â
âThen we will get it for you,â Damen interferes. âYour⌠Caregivers are kings. You can have anything you want. Just name it.â
Nicaise should be grateful and he almost says thank you - but then Damen takes Laurentâs hand in his and puts it to his mouth, his lips touching Laurentâs skin.
âIâm not hungry anymore.â
He gets up and walks out of the room before any of them can say anything. Once heâs back in his chamber, he realizes the truth: Damen is using him to get Laurent.
ââ
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 wouldnât 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 youâll give them the world. Laurent doesnât 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 wasnât 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.
Laurentâs 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.
âNicaise? What is it?â
âLaurent isnât here,â Nicaise says, trying very hard not to think of all the things that could have happened to Laurent already.
âWhy do you need him?â
âI - Thereâs a storm.â
âYes?â
âI⌠I need Laurent.â
It isnât an explanation, Nicaise knows that, but Damen doesnât seem to mind. He smiles at him, those awful, kind smiles of his, before opening the door more.
âCome. Heâs taking a bath, Iâll go and get him for you.â
And Nicaise was taught, by Laurent, to never go into a manâs 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 heâs taking a bath during the night tells Nicaise exactly what he needs to know. When Laurent arrives, his hair is wet and heâs 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 doesnât take long before a puddle forms.
âYouâre sleeping in his chamber,â Nicaise says.
Laurentâs 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 isnât enough to make his skin go darker and so every emotion heâs 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.
âOh, forgive me. Youâre not sleeping, right? I can smell sex. Itâs disgusting.â
His words hit Laurent just the way he imagined they would but the satisfaction he expected doesnât come. Things are worse than he anticipated. He had thought Damen was a menace because of his friendship with Laurent, but he hadnât 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.
âI thought you knew,â Laurent says, and he does look confused. âNicaise we havenât been hiding.â
âNo, I didnât.â
They stand in front of each other then, in total silence. Nicaise knows Damen is not far away, that heâs probably waiting for him to leave, but he canât. Heâs aware that the storm is still going strong, stronger than before even, but he doesnât care anymore. It doesnât matter. Nothing matters.
âPlease donât cry,â Laurent pleads.
Nicaise puts his hand against his face, feeling the tears sliding down his cheeks. He doesnât even know why heâs crying when all he can feel is anger.
âThe sheets are clean. Go lay down, Nicaise.â
And he doesnât want to, he really doesnât, 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, heâs dressed for the night. He slides next to him and holds him against him, his chest against Nicaiseâs back.
âYou think Auguste would be proud of you? Spreading your legs for the man that killed him.â
âHe would want me to be happy,â Laurent whispers. Nicaise knows heâs trying to convince himself.
âNot like that, no.â
âAuguste isnât here. It doesnât matter anyway.â
âI hate you,â Nicaise says, and the words taste awful in his mouth. âI hate you so much.â
Laurent stays quiet and hugs him tighter.
ââ
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. Heâs 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 theyâre having. Itâs 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 canât help but feel happy for him. Laurent deserves to be happy, even if it will cause Nicaise to perish.
Heâs alone outside, sitting under a tree, a book in his hands, when suddenly the sun disappears and heâs surrounded by darkness. He lifts his eyes from his book and surely, in front of him, is standing Damen.
âI was looking for you.â
âWell, you found me.â
Damen smiles, as always, and sits next to him. Itâs funny to watch Damen with his tall legs and big arms, sitting like a kid, as if he wasnât a King. But Nicaise knows not to trust it: he knows that Damen is feared in every kingdom, including his own. Heâs a good King, with a heart of gold, but heâs also a killer, a fighter. Blessed by the gods, thatâs what everyone says when they talk about him. Those same gods that, according to them, cursed Laurent when he was born. They fear that Laurentâs curse will cancel Damenâs blessing, but Nicaise knows it wonât happen. There isnât 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.
âWould you like to learn how to fight?â Damen says.
âYou think Iâm stupid? Youâll kill me on purpose and pretend it was an accident.â
Damen laughs, and while Nicaise is dead serious, he has to bite his lips not to laugh too. Itâs one of the things he hates about Damen: heâs always in a good mood and itâs affecting everyone around him.
âI promise I wonât. I just thought that maybe it would be good for you to practice.â
âWell, what if I kill you and pretend it was an accident?â
âIâm pretty sure Laurent would forgive you.â
Laurentâs mention sends a wave of something down Nicaiseâs stomach, that he tries very hard to ignore. He doesnât 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;
ââ
Theyâre having a festivity to celebrate the beginning of winter. Nicaise thinks itâs stupid, because who wants to celebrate winter? He knows itâs only a pretext, of course; they need to show themselves as a united couple before Laurentâs coronation. It will be easier to claim their marriage is a loving one this way.
Nicaise is bored, of course. He couldnât 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. Itâs 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. Heâs older than Damen and seems of a good family if his clothes are of any indication. Heâs not particularly pretty, but not ugly either. He thinks they were introduced before, but he canât remember his name. The man lifts his glass in Nicaiseâs 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.
Heâs only alone in the hallway for a few minutes before the man joins him.
âPretty celebration, isnât it?â Nicaise asks.
âI donât know. I was too distracted to notice.â
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 Laurentâs 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 itâs because Laurent isnât pretending.
The man gets closer to him until heâs able to put his hand on Nicaiseâs 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.
âDid your parents already promise your hand to someone?â
âMy parents?â
âI was good friend with the Regent you see, so I know the Prince doesnât have me in his heart, but if we were to fall in love, surely he would reconsider his opinion of me.â
âI donât-â
Nicaise doesnât finish his sentence because suddenly, the door opens and the hand that was on his hips disappears. Itâs 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.
âYour majesty, we were -â
He doesnât 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. Heâs doing it like itâs 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.
âWe are not in Vere,â Damen says. âWe donât fuck children here, and certainly not mine. Do you understand?â
The man canât 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.
Itâs 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 donât make sense.
âI wanted it,â Nicaise says after a while. âI wanted him.â
Damen finally looks at him and thereâs sadness in his eyes, as long as a tenderness he only reserves for Laurent.
âYouâre fourteen. You do not know what you want.â
âAre you jealous? Do you want to fuck me like your fucking Laurent? Make me bend over and take it?â
Damen seems insulted by his words and Nicaise can see heâs trying to hold himself back. Laurent had told him so, didnât 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.
âIâm so sorry that this is your way of thinking,â Damen says, finally. âI understand it, but Nicaise, I make you the promise, here and there, that I will never touch you and that as long as Iâm alive, Iâll 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.â
âNobody ever cared about that.â
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 heâs able to wrap one arm around his shoulders.
âCome. We asked them to make your favorite dessert, it would be a shame to miss it.â
ââ
Damen makes him practice three times a week. At first, Nicaise wants to refuse, but he canât 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 itâs enough to send Nicaise straight to the ground. Then, once heâs up again, Damen teaches him how to hit harder and how to defend himself. Theyâre 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.
âYouâll need to learn how to handle a sword, too.â
âWill you teach me?â
âNo, Laurent is better than I am. Heâll teach you if you ask him.â
Heâs 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 canât bring himself to do it. He doesnât deserve forgiveness: bringing Auguste into the conversation was a low move, he can admit it.
âIâm not planning on going to war, I donât need to know how to fight on a battlefield.â
Nicaise closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of the sun on his face. He loves the way his body burns and now that theyâre not fighting anymore, he can feel himself relaxing. He wonders if he could convince Damen to take him to the sea today.
âLaurent and I will have kids, one day,â 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 itâs a joke. The moment doesnât come.
âGood luck with that.â
âThey 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.â
âWhy are you telling me that?â
âBecause I want it to be you. Youâll be our childrenâs brother. Iâll never claim to be your father, not as a whole, but Iâll promise to love you and protect you until Iâm no longer alive. In exchange, I want you to give the same things to your siblings.â
âIs Laurent aware of your plan?â
âDo you think I would go against my King's wish?â
When Nicaise lifts his eyes, he catches Laurent staring at him from the window.
âNo, I guess not.â
ââ
It is Laurent who decides to make the first move.
Itâs late at night when he comes knocking on Nicaiseâs door, a book in his hands.
âItâs your favorite,â Laurent says. âI asked them to send it from Vere. I figured you must have missed it.â
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 itâs the first one Laurent read to him after he was âadoptedâ by the Regent. Nicaiseâs memories from that time are dark and painful, hands touching him where he didnât want to, lips on his body, bad taste in his mouth. But then thereâs Laurentâs sweet voice, reading him a story about a princess and her horse. Then, between the darkness, thereâs Laurentâs light. Their relationship was never perfect and more often than not, they would scream at each other, fighting for a love that wasnât here, to begin with, but over the years, they grew closer. So close that Nicaise thought for a moment that it would last forever.
âAuguste used to read it to me,â Laurent confesses. âIt was stupid because I was a very good reader and didnât need anyone to read to me, but I let him do it because it was nice.â
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 hadnât met Auguste and yet he thinks of him the same way he thinks of Laurent: like a protector, always watching over him.
âWill you read it to me? Like before.â
Laurent nods and they get closer until their arms are touching and Nicaise can put his head on Laurentâs shoulder. He reads the book, then, but Nicaise barely listens to him, having heard the stories time and time again. Instead, he focuses on Laurentâs smell, the way his body feels against him, and how much he misses him. He should apologize, but the words wonât leave his mouth so he doesnât. Laurent must know heâs sorry anyway.
The story ends with the princess marrying a foreign prince and Nicaise almost wants to laugh. He doesnât. They stay still, the room quiet except for the sound of the candle next to his bed.
âIâll leave him,â Laurent says after a while. âIf you ask me, Iâll leave him.â
âBut you love him.â
âYes, I do. And I also love you. Not the same way, of course. Damen is my soulmate. Heâs the part of me that was missing. He makes me whole. Itâs⌠I hope youâll find that kind of love, one day.â
âHeâs your whole,â Nicaise repeats, his heart tightening. âSo what am I? Why would you give up on him for me?â
Laurent looks at him, confusion written on his face. Then he lifts his hand and pushes Nicaiseâs 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 Nicaiseâs hair, or let his fingers longer around his shoulders. Itâs nothing like the Regent. Itâs love, like the kind that parent gives to their children, although Nicaise knows itâs stupid to think that way.
âBecause Damen is my soulmate, but you are my heart. I may not have given birth to you, but I love you all the same.â
âYouâre not my dad.â
âNo, I am not. But does it matter?â
Nicaiseâs dad sold him to the Regent for a few golden coins. Nicaiseâs mom didnât kiss him goodbye when he left.
âDamen wants children,â Nicaise says. âDo you want them to?â
Laurentâs cheeks darken and he nodes.
âI thought⌠I thought I wouldnât live long enough to have them, but now I do. I want to.â
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.
âI had siblings before. They were not like Auguste. We didnât like each other very much.â
âIt happens sometimes, I suppose.â
âWhat I mean is: I know better, now. I can be a good brother, like Auguste was to you.â
Laurent smiles before taking his hand into his.
âI donât need you to be like Auguste, Nicaise. You are more than enough just the way you are.â
âEven if Iâm mean sometimes?â
âWell yes, even if youâre mean sometimes. Although, I would like it better if you could only direct that anger to me and not to the babes.â
âI wonât hurt them,â he promises. âIâll teach them how to torment Nikandros and Jord, though.â
âI was expecting that much,â Laurent says with a smile. âSo Damen? Can he stay?â
âYeah. Heâs alright, I suppose.â
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.
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i think i need a friend to lovers au where damianos and nikandros fall in love pretty please
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Capri Microfic: Branch
Laurentâs fingers trailed along the low-hanging branch as they walked through the grove, the soft rustle of leaves filling the air. Damen reached up, breaking off a small twig and handing it to Laurent. âA token,â he said. Laurent raised an eyebrow, accepting it. âOf what?â Damen smiled. âOf everything thatâs grown between us.â
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âJust like that- fuck Carmy-â 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.Â
He was nearly there too, just from the taste of you and the words coming from your lips.Â
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. âGosh youâre so fucking pretty baby, look so fuckin pretty between my legsâ you breathed. It was impossible for his cheeks to get any pinker, the flush had run all the way down to his toned chest.Â
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.Â
âThaâs it pretty boy just stay still- fuck just stay still- almost thereâ 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. âOh my - fucking god Carmyâ you shout as another orgasm washed over you, and all you could do was lay back and take it.Â
After having so many- there was no fighting it, no matter how overstimulated and puffy your cunt felt- his mouth felt too good, you couldnât possibly tell him to stop. âSo good so good- so good bear youâre so fucking- ah!â You squeak, feeling yourself gushing around his fingers and he groans, slurping over his fingers as they fucked in and out of you.Â
He tongued at your dripping hole, moaning at the taste of the creamy release covering his fingers. âSo fucking sweetâ 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.Â
âHoly fuck baby I thought I fucking passed out - that mouth is magicâ 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.Â
âI fucking love those eyesâ 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 cumÂ
âCan I finish in you?â 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 âI take that as yeah?â He askedÂ
âFuck yeahâ you said eagerly. You whined at the loss of his fingers, although overstimulated- still feeling empty. It wasnât for long though, as he lined himself up and since heâd 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.Â
âSo fuck- so fucking wetâ he groaned, thrusting slowly, sensually. âSo warm babe- my godâ 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.Â
âNo matter how many times I stretch out this pretty pussy yâr always so tight fâme mm?â He purred in the shell of your ear and you whine, back arching off the bed when he hit that spot.Â
âYâlook so fuckin pretty like that angel, fuck do it again I wanna see your legs shakeâ 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. Carmyâs name fell from your lips like a prayer, toes curling and spine arched.Â
âCarmy-Carmy-Bearbearbear pleaseâ 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.Â
âYeah? Like that princess? Fuckinâ love it when you squirt all over mâdick like thatâ 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.Â
âSuch a good fuckinâ girl, my good girlâ he thrusts hard and fast, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin as well as your whiny little âah-ah-ah-ahâ grunts each time the tip of his cock kissed your overstimulated g spot. âMâso fuckin close holy shit- fuck pussys suckin me in baby fuuuuuuckâ his head fell back in bliss, chain snapping against his chest with each hard thrust.Â
He grabbed your hips, holding them roughly, curls stuck to his forehead and bouncing with each hard thrust. âMâso fuckin close- shit so fuckin close babyâ he muttered, wrapping his arms around the backs of your shoulders, holding you flush to him, chest to chest.Â
âFuuuuuck jusâlike that baby just let me fuck you like this shitâ 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 hadnât felt before. âMm you fuckinâ like this yeâ? Like a doll- my own little fuck doll mmm?â He said softly in your ear, the difference in his movements and words palpable.Â
âIâm yours- Iâm yoursâ 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 bitÂ
âMmm I know that face- I know that pretty face angel- cum wâmeâ he panted, thrusting up harder and you cry out, nails digging into his shoulder which only spurred him on more. âThaâs right angel, fuckin mark me up go ahead. Thaâs a good fuckin girl- fuckâÂ
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 youâd be dripping with him.Â
âThat was amazing bearâ you said softly and he smiled bashfully, laying with you. He always got like this after sex, coy and shy.Â
âReally?â He asked softy, gently drawing patterns into your skin with his fingertips as you laid together.Â
âAbsolutely, bearâÂ
Fin
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more sketches inspired by this fic. T-T
#cs pacat#captive prince#capri#baby laurent#damen x laurent#laurent of vere#prince laurent#damen of akielos#lamen#auguste of vere#auguste#Auguste wears fruity little hats#fic rec
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