#Auguste

[typohime]

having a chat about the infuriating neighboring prince

#captive prince #laurent #auguste

[laur-the-cat-prince]

some sketches from a few months back. heavily inspired by @kaerwrites amazing fanfic ‘obligation of kings’ ❤️-❤️

#cs pacat #captive prince #capri #laurent #prince of vere #laurent of vere #auguste of vere #auguste #i love messy Auguste #fanart #fanfic

[rendoesart8]

auguste and smaurent❤️❤️❤️

#my sons #captive prince #fan art #captive prince fan art #laurent of vere #auguste #auguste of vere #smaurent #digital art

[ninicaise]

obsessed with the fact that auguste loved laurent so much and took care of him so well and reassured him and built up his self esteem so solidly in the 13 years he was able to that it was just enough for laurent to be confident enough in himself to keep his head up while being alone against a man who hurt and belittled him constantly literally every day for seven years. something something love can't save you but it will help you through

#laurent #auguste #auguste & laurent #captive prince #also the fact that laurent literally lived like this for so long #its like how can you stand this nightmare?? and the nightmare is just where he lives. i live here. its my house #laurent has a will of steel but like he barely made it out alive as it is. a little less love and that boy would not have made it

[cpshit]

We love some emotionally intelligent Akielon nobles.

Laurent is…getting there.

#laurent #captive prince #nikandros #damen #laurent and nikandros #things laurent does to annoy nik #auguste #sort of

[blackswaneuroparedux]

art indique aux hommes leur raison d'être. Il leur révèle le sens de la vie, il les éclaire sur leur destinée et par conséquent les oriente dans l’existence.

Auguste Rodin

Church of San Ferdinando, Naples.

#rodin #auguste #quote #art #church #beauty #aesthetics #architecture #design #naples #church of san ferdinando #italy

[linecrosser]

Auguste is planing his next heist. Nikandros sees an opportunity and takes it.

#captive prince #bodyguard AU #nikandros #auguste #augandros #something fun for the soul

[valleyofsacrifice]

#Auguste #octopath traveler #cotc #champions of the continent #rpg #jrpg #sprite #pixels #square enix #boss fight

[therisingkings]

The Witness

Auguste was dead, but his spirit lived on, watching over his brother, witnessing.

Read it on Ao3

TW: Heavily implied canon pedophilia.

*****

“Wait.” The word fizzled out into empty space. “Wait, not yet.”

He was watching the scene from outside his body—from somewhere beyond. He watched Damianos of Akielos pull the sword out of his gut, watched himself fall to the earth, watched his men come swarming in.

Auguste of Vere could do nothing but watch as he died. “This isn’t right,” he said. “This isn’t right.”

He was alone, though, nothing more than a whisper of wind, and no one could hear his pleas.

His body was brought to the royal tent and laid beside his father’s, who had fallen mere hours before.

“No,” Auguste said, and if he could have recoiled, he would have.

Laurent was brought into the room.

“There’s been a mistake. Laurent, I’m right here.” Auguste tried to reach for him, but he didn’t have a physical form in this strange in-between realm.

Laurent’s face crumpled, his knobby knees folding beneath him.

“Please,” Auguste begged anyone who could hear him. “Please, he’s just a boy. He doesn’t deserve to lose his brother. He’s just a boy.”

Laurent was alone in that tent, surrounded by the dead. His face was turned towards the ceiling, shoulders back as he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

“I don’t want to watch this,” Auguste said and his own heart, if he still had one, was breaking. No one had loved Laurent like Auguste did and no one ever would again.

Look, a voice whispered.

Laurent’s body shook with the force of his grief.

A figure opened the flap of the tent. It was their uncle, who, Auguste knew, would reign as Regent until Laurent was of age. Laurent, who would be king. Laurent, who would be content with a life of horses and books.

Look, the voice said.

Laurent turned on his knees, into his uncle’s embrace.

“It will be alright,” Uncle said, stroking his blond hair.

Something nasty twisted in Auguste, but he wasn’t sure where it came from.

“Please don’t leave me, Uncle,” Laurent begged, all wide blue eyes and puffy cheeks. He was barely growing out of his baby fat and into his new gangly limbs. His voice had not broken yet.

“I’ll never leave you,” Uncle promised.

Auguste tried to reach out, to scream at Laurent that he was still here, that he was not alone. “It’s all just a bad dream,” Auguste insisted to no one and nothing. “I’ll wake up and I’ll be king tomorrow.”

No, said that voice that was at once everything light and everything dark. This is not your story any longer. It is his.

*****

Auguste wished he had a stomach if only so he could vomit.

He’d trailed Laurent like a dog as the days turned into weeks, then into months. The battle was over. Delfeur was lost. Uncle took over as Regent and set up cleaning efforts. The dead were buried. The injured were mended.

Auguste watched his own funeral. His body was wrapped in fine linen, then cast out to sea. An archer—not Huet, who Auguste would have liked to light his pyre— drew back his bow and launched a flaming arrow onto the floating stack of wood and flesh.

Auguste felt none of it. That was not him, burning in the open ocean, that was a vessel.

And now he was adrift.

Laurent was crying again, getting snot all over Uncle’s jacket.

Uncle rubbed his jeweled hand down Laurent’s back. “It is alright, my boy. Come, you do not need to be here any longer.”

Then he led Laurent to the bedroom, and Laurent was only thirteen and achingly naive and didn’t yet have an instinct for wrongness. When Uncle asked, he obediently disrobed, then knelt and did as Uncle said with a confused knit to his brow.

“Get your filthy hands off of him!” Auguste roared, over and over again. “He is a child. He is your blood.”

Uncle couldn’t hear him as he took his sick pleasure from poor, innocent Laurent. Laurent, who didn’t know better. Laurent, who had just lost his brother and would do whatever Uncle, his only remaining family, asked if he promised not to leave too.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!” But all Auguste was here was a voice, and not even that could be heard.

Laurent cried once it was finished, then cried each and every time it happened again, even when Uncle poured unwatered wine down his throat. Uncle made him clean up, fetch them water, telling him that he would leave if Laurent kept acting like a child.

So, slowly but surely, Laurent quieted his tears to sniffles, and he grew. His voice began to break, his jaw sharpening, and Auguste felt the first glimpses of hope. Surely, Uncle would not want him now, when he was starting to look like a man.

And he was right.

Uncle got a new pet— a boy named Nicaise with startlingly bright blue eyes.

On the night Laurent found out, he collapsed outside of Uncle’s rooms and begged him to take him back. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he sobbed. “Please, please don’t leave me.”

Inside the room, Uncle fucked Nicaise until that boy cried too.

“Laurent, he’s manipulating you,” Auguste tried to tell him. “No adult should ever ask those things of a child, especially a grieving one. That is wrong. You’re a smart boy. You don’t need him.”

And Laurent didn’t. As it turned out, Laurent didn’t need anyone.

He became as sharp and as beautiful as cut glass. At fifteen, he reformed the broken Prince’s guard and took up the starburst banner. He trained with his guard every evening, out of the prying eyes of the palace.

Auguste wanted to tell him that there was no need, that the war was over, that he’d protect him, but what a foolish hope that was.

As Laurent grew into his shoulders and wit, he also grew into his anger. Auguste could see it festering in him. Anger at Damianos, at Uncle, at the world. Auguste couldn’t blame him for one bit of it.

Gone was the bright, shy boy that Laurent had been. That boy had died at Marlas too. In his place stood a man Auguste did not know, with glaciers for eyes and a tongue as sharp as a knife. All kindness had been brutally stamped out of him by Uncle, by the court, by himself. The only person he spared was the boy, Nicaise. Not even his guards, whom he showed respect to, were beyond his ire.

Laurent was sixteen the first time Auguste watched Nicaise stumble, stiff-limbed and wincing, into the physician’s office. His lip was split, the bruise taking up too much of his small face. His eyes widened when he was Laurent, who had sprained his ankle in training and was desperately trying to hide it.

Auguste watched Nicaise’s spine lock up, his little shoulders lifting. “I-I’ll come back some other time.”

“Nonsense,” said Laurent, waving a hand. “Have a seat.”

Pascal finished wrapping his ankle before gesturing Nicaise forward.

If Auguste could have held his breath, he would have had as Laurent’s cool gaze skimmed over the boy.

“Did my Uncle do that to you?”

Nicaise flinched. “N-no.”

“If you want to stay in court, you’ll need to get better at lying.”

And so it began.

Laurent poured all of his knowledge, all of his newfound wickedness into the boy. Nicaise began to follow him around like a lost puppy, eyes huge, hanging on his every word.

Auguste ached. Laurent used to look at him like that.

But just as surely as Laurent had changed, Nicaise did too. The moment there were other people around, he became a spitfire of a boy, vicious and calculating, a mirror of Laurent in every way.

But when they were alone… Laurent let Nicaise win at chess. Laurent held Nicaise while he cried. Laurent became his brother.

Auguste’s heart hurt in a different way now. Like a scar, rather than a wound.

Then came the Akielon slaves, and with them, their Prince.

#captive prince #captive prince fanfic #damen of akielos #damianos of akielos #kings rising #laurent #laurent of vere #my fanfiction #auguste #auguste of vere

[swordsswordsswords]

Laurent in books 1 and 2

#capri #laurent of vere #captive prince #auguste #guess I'll have to keep posting these when my brain throws them at me

[booksimppp]

i told myself i wouldn’t post on tumblr, and here we are. they make me sad :(

#captive prince #nicaise #laurent of vere #laurent #auguste of vere #art #fanart #auguste #i was like “im not gonna post on tumblr #cuz tumblr scares me lol #yet here we are…

[typohime]

#captive prince #auguste #laurent

[laur-the-cat-prince]

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

[jenniferstolzer]

Hi! Iiiis it possible to get my two current favorite characters hugging? They’re Gilderoy and Auguste from Octopath: Champions of the Continent. Thank you!

#octopath #art #jenstoart #octopath cotc #auguste #gilderoy #forgive me I know nothing about octopath #hugs

[ninicaise]

laurent, who has only met one good person (auguste) meeting damen, his second good person: hmmm. getting a lot of “auguste” vibes from this

#and post. i guess #laurent #damen #auguste #damen x laurent #auguste & laurent #captive prince #obviously they are genuinely pretty similar #bc of Theme #but i still think its very funny.

[brokenyouth]

my friend is watching saw iv for the first time and it reminded me of my obsessed with peter strahm's eyelashes phase

#txt #saw #peter strahm #feat... #auguste #😭