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dreamdropxoxo · 2 years

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Auguste was jealous and he was filled with self-loathing as soon as he realized. One moment he was looking at a pet of his own court, envy rearing its ugly head, and the next he wanted to throw himself out of the window. It only got worse when said pet stood from the lap of his master and walked towards him, hips swaying, painted lips pulled into a seductive smirk.

"Your Majesty, may I make your evening more enjoyable?" His voice was sweet as honey and Auguste felt something inside of him freeze up. However, he knew how to play the games at court, although Laurent never believed him, but not even his brother knew about his deepest and darkest wishes. So, it was an easy thing to lean forward with a charming smile and whisper to the pet, "I'm sure you're more than capable of doing so, however, I'm engaged in negotiations with the Akielons. I wouldn't want to make a beauty like you wait for me. Your master would have to go without you for too long. Maybe another time, honey."

The pet pouted a little, but turned with a wink and left. Auguste let a relieved breath escape him, until he remembered where he was and concealed it with taking a large gulp of his wine. He was so exhausted. It cost him monumental effort to keep from rubbing his temple.

"Your Majesty, are you not feeling well?" The deep voice of his dinner companion asked gently. Although, Auguste suspected that he didn't actually sound gentle. It was probably just his own wishful thinking because he really wanted to be treated gentle right then. Auguste slowly turned his head. It wouldn't do to appear too eager. He was the king. He wouldn't hurry for anyone. Facing the Akielon ambassador, he smiled again; it didn't even feel fake anymore.

"I just had a long day, it's nothing," he reassured, observing how the Ambassador's eyes dropped to his uniform for a moment, before he looked back up. Auguste felt as if those dark eyes looked directly into his soul, seeing things that he had tried to conceal for years. He kept his posture rigid as a shudder travelled through him. It was just exhaustion, nothing else. He was attracted to this man, yes, but he was not stupid. And, even more importantly, he wasn't jealous. And, and that was the most important part, he wasn't wishing for this man to bundle him up against his chest and hold him together because he felt as if he was bursting at the seams.

#captive prince #my writing #auguste x nikandros #nikandros x auguste #nikuste #augandros #so here we are #I finally gathered my courage #and I simply did it #lmao #new nik x auguste fic #and I'm incredibly nervous #which is stupid #I say: have fun #slight dom/sub dynamics

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beeesworld · 2 years

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Damen, being dramatic: Wow, you think you know a guy. You grow up together, share an apartment, wear each other's underwear.

Nikandros: You wear my underwear?

Damen: It's a metaphor. But, yeah, I do.

Nikandros: I was wondering why they're always in the laundry.

Damen: Don't change the subject. Auguste?

Nikandros: Stay away from my underwear.

#source: kim's convenience #lmao #damen and nikandros #capri damen #damen & nikandros #nikandros capri #nikandros x auguste #nikandros #damen of akielos #auguste capri #incorrect capri quotes

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kempt · 3 years

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i am too lazy to make a whole post about this but i published my fanfics on ao3, here's the links:

don't you wish i was different? (aimeric/jord)

you're an angel in my eyes (damen/laurent)

daddy's boy (auguste/nikandros)

i hope you guys can show up there too! 💛

#captive prince #lamen #caprince #capri #my writing #damen x laurent #laurent of vere #damianos of akielos #nikandros #aimeric #jord #jord x aimeric #nikandros x auguste #auguste of vere

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apollynos · 3 years

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Friendly reminder of an old OS of mine. Next one with the Soulmate AU trope is coming soon ❤️ (It will be called "Invisible string")

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Title: Talk too much

Rating: General Audience

Category: M/M

Fandom: Captive Prince

Pairing: Damen/Laurent + Auguste/Nikandros

Summary: "And, has it already happened to you?"

"What?" Laurent asked confused and put his bag on the back seat of the car.

"You know, this one little legend that is told when you turn 18 and unexpectedly sing the same song with someone, that person is your soul mate, at least that's what they say," Auguste told him what he meant.

Laurent shook his head, "Auguste, these are just fairy tales."

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#captive prince #lamen #captive prince fanfiction #soulmate au #nikandros x auguste #laurent x damen #my writing

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seekthemist · 5 years

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107 Nikandros ( saying it to Auguste?)

“Your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that little stunt”

Mist says Rare Pair Rights, 2.0, Captive Prince edition. Also known as: @linecrosser, @nikanndros, your Augandros anon escaped and came to get me, come and take them back. However, let’s show people how NOT fading sex scenes to black is done ( @niniblack called me out yesterday)Long, partially under the cut and E-rated!

From this prompt list!

The door of Nikandros’s quarters opened with that unique way that could only accompany Auguste in his entrance–never subdued like a servant or somewhat ready to fall in line, but still carefully analytical. Maybe, in another life before Nikandros had known him, he was the kind of man to walk into rooms like he own them regardless of who waited on the other side.

Nikandros turned around on his chair, away from the sunlight that bathed his desk crowded with papers. He was already smiling without being able to help it.

“Your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that little stunt”

Auguste moved even more carefully than usual in closing the door behind him, a little grimace on his face–considerably less gaunt than when Nikandros had found him, handsome in a distracted way.

“I’m aware of it…we can call it the price of raising the new generations.”

After having watched Auguste with a flock of children of soldiers, all aged between five and eight years old, for the best part of the last two hours, Nikandros could not help but laugh.

“Does that qualify as training in Vere?” he asked, without even trying to hide his amusement.

“That qualifies as mutiny,” Auguste replied, hard-suffering but not cross, as he divested most of his garments and his shoes to give himself a wash at the basin.

Nikandros laughed away, helplessly.

“Is that how you spent your time up here?” Auguste asked, “Laughing at my woes rather than working?”

“That’s mostly accurate, yes.”

At first it had been just the over-excited shrills of the children–entertained and delighted by this foreign man paying them attention. Then it had been the general commotion, brought upon by all the kids breaking any rank Auguste had tried to organise them in to gang up on him. Auguste had taken it with the same good humour that made Nikandros think he must have been a cherished older brother–one his family would want back at any cost, if only they knew he was alive. Still, “the mutiny” involved a whirlpool of tiny humans, reaching no higher than Auguste’s waist, all armed with with wooden swords and aiming them anywhere they could reach–a general area from the middle of Auguste’s thighs and his ass.

Auguste was going to be sore–and bruised.

“Let me give a look at you,” Nikandros said, beckoning Auguste with an outstretched hand.

Auguste folded the wet towel he had been using, neatly, next to the basing. “I’m sure it’s fine, it won’t be worse than days riding at forced pace during a campaign.”

Still, he came forward, fitting neatly between Nikandros’s spread legs–golden and bare-chested in the early afternoon light. Nikandros remained seated and placed a kiss at the centre of Auguste’s stomach–growing taut and strong by the weeks, health and nourishment giving strength back to his muscles. Those same muscles jumped under the touch of Nikandros’s lips, and it was nice to know that he had Auguste’s full, unchallenged attention.

“Better now than, regretfully, tomorrow,” Nikandros argued–knowing that he didn’t really need to–while undoing the laces of Auguste’s breeches.

He heard Auguste swallow a bit, a small ripple of sensitivity running all the way to his cock, making it twitch even under perfunctory touches. Nikandros guided him to turn around with a small nudge on his hips and Auguste went easily, with his trousers caught at knee-height and his ass in full display–but just for Nikandros to see.

There were, indeed, some red lines immediately evident on Auguste’s skin, crossing over in the clumsiest pattern. It all promised to swollen up quickly.

“They really put an effort into it,” Nikandros considered, with a low chuckle, running the back of his fingers up and down Auguste’s thighs with both hands. “If I hadn’t seen how they love you I would have thought this to be a malicious attack.”

“I told you it’s fine,” Auguste replied, two seconds later, without articulating as he usually would.

“That doesn’t mean it couldn’t be better.”

Nikandros argued, picking up a jar of oil from his desk that came with the indistinct use of chapped hands in the winter and sharpening actual blades of paper cutter. He poured some on his hands, rubbing it together, and felt Auguste stiffening to stillness even before Nikandros went back at touching him–slippery, now, soothing.

It wasn’t a bad tension–more like anticipating.

Looking at Auguste all too intently–and feeling tighter in his own trousers by the minute–Nikandros commented inanely on the kids, what they knew of their families, what were his own memories with them if he had any. It was the type of chat Auguste enjoyed, normally. But now he mostly hummed back to Nikandros without any real meaning, agreeable sentences that had the feeling of a placeholder.

“Are you ignoring me?” Nikandros asked, suddenly, with the oil mostly absorbed on Auguste’s skin–looking less red already.

“No!” Auguste protested, but flinched minutely under Nikandros’s knuckles brushing at the curve of his cheeks. “You’re just…being very distracting.”

Nikandros felt himself smiling, feeling more smug than he did as a teenager at the King’s court, when the world had seemed at his disposal.

“I’m holding a leisured conversation,” he countered, in a clearly fake protest. “If I wanted to be distracting, I would do this.”

Before Auguste could reply, Nikandros took hold of both of his cheeks, spreading them wide enough to kiss between them–where Auguste was warm and a little bit giving, having taken Nikandros just the night before.

Auguste moaned brokenly, and pushed back against Nikandros’s mouth with that flattering brand of shamelessness that only a Veretian could have in the middle of the day. There was no need to reach around to know that Auguste was hard–the trembling on uncertain stance sufficed.

Nikandros licked at his entrance with more persistent than patience, feeling to eager in himself for the way he wiggled his index finger inside just so he could thrust his tongue alongside it.

“Nik!…”

The hitching sound was far from a protest, and so was the hand that reached back to grasp on Nikandros’s shoulder–a mixture between a gesture of passion and an attempt on balancing on trembling knees.

Taking it as the encouragement it was, Nikandros gave Auguste another finger, scissoring them lightly to lick deeper inside.

He wasn’t fluent enough in Veretian to know all of their convoluted, creative swearing, but Nikandros knew the tone of a profanity when he heard one. He smiled against Auguste’s body, hearing him running his mouth.

And yet there was sort of a tension, uncertain, that still refused to leave Auguste’s body.

“You’re very tense,” Nikandros murmured, kissing at Auguste’s tailbone and keeping his fingers knuckle deep. He sounded hoarse even at his own ears. “You can relax.”

Auguste laughed under a weavering breath. “Easier said than done, I’m facing some very official-looking papers and correspondence.”

The mental picture of Auguste holding himself carefully still to be licked without soiling Nikandros’s work burned the residual edge out of Nikandros’s control.

He unfolded his chiton, one-handedly, his own cock all too eagerly jutting up when freed.

“Come here, then.”

Nikandros took his fingers out and pulled Auguste back towards him, one arm circling his waist. And Auguste just went, without even questioning–the weight of him pressing Nikandros down on the chair when he seated on his knees.

“Oh f-…”

Auguste broke off with a moan, with Nikandros’s erection teasing his rim–not quite surprised, but shaking at the sensation of it. But he was spit-slick and open and it was all too easy for Nikandros to hold him tighter and thrust his cock in.

He was halfway in when Auguste clenched around him, nails digging in Nikandros’s forearm, mindlessly. Nikandros just held him tighter and guided Auguste to lean against his chest–his cock all the way inside him.

“Wait!…ah…waitwait…”

The mumbling was fairly incoherent but Nikandros stilled, catching all the signals of an overwhelmed Auguste. So sensitive to any contact, so close to orgasm. Nikandros wanted to touch him all over and see him go out of his mind with it, but he waited.

Auguste’s effort in rolling back from the edge was valiant, shivering on Nikandros’s lap and breathing shallowly. It was also partially pointless, because just nosing his head around to claim Nikandros’s mouth rose goosebumps all over.

When they moved, they moved at Auguste’s call, rocking back and for on Nikandros’s lap while Nikandros held him tight–then tighter–and dared kissing between Auguste’s shoulder blades even though the resulting choked wailing almost made him feel guilty.

“Oh, that’s so good,” Auguste hissed between clenched teeth.

“Yes?” Nikandros sighed, pulling Auguste’s back with more purpose and lodging exactly on that spot that made Auguste clench so deliciously.

Auguste moaned, nodding blindly, and came all over himself–quick to rail up and slow to calm down. It was all too easy to follow him, in plain light of day, releasing deep inside.

They stayed on that chair for all too long, disheveled like youngsters in their prime. Even when Nikandros slid out of Auguste, he still rearranged him on his lap, to catch his breath properly. Auguste’s forehead frowned, slightly, when the movement made him rub again against the fabric of the chiton, but then relaxed.

“I apologise, I hope I didn’t make it worse,” Nikandros admitted, a bit sheepishly.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Auguste replied, flopping down on Nikandros’s shoulders with his full weight and very little restriction–sore and bruised or not.

#Captive prince #Augandros #nikandros x auguste #My Writing #ALL THE PROMPTS

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linecrosser · 5 years

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i got you fam!

#captive prince #some AU where Auguste is alive and seduced his brothers husbands best buddy #auguste #nikandros #nikuste #augandros #snort both these compoind-names are hillarious #nikandros x auguste #I am sure Damen drags him cuz he fell for a blonde #i bet he will #i would

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fanficandtheories · 2 years

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Shit post about Nikandros.

Lol.

Is Nikandros ✨super hot✨?

I was just wondering what the chances are that Nikandros is like blindingly attractive in a very Akielon way.

i think he most certainly is super attractive for the following reasons. Feel free to chime in uwu🙈😂

1. He is of Damen’s age and has about the ✨same sexual prowess as Damen✨. (Refer KR, where they bitch about all the village girls and gladiators they ravished) Naturally, for someone to be so experienced I imagine they must be good looking and charming!

2. The book is written from Damen’s pov, a.k.a his kindergarten best friend who isn’t attracted to him and ‘doesn’t heed his advice’. *insert nagging sounds* they’re the bro-est bros in the trilogy. So Damen won’t make thirsty descriptions about Nikandros like ‘uwu blond hair/the sunshine is like a waterfall on his hair’ etc. lol.

3. Nikandros is ✨physically fit✨, like he matches up to damen’s physical stature and trained with him as a kid. Plus he went to train at the kings meet, (we love a hot military man) I’m sure if he was blond, jokaste or Laurent would’ve never had a chance, because damen’s competency kink + blond fetish would be kicking in.

4. ✨Smart, strategic, intellectual,✨ etc. clearly, because he was the fucking ✨kyros of Delpha✨, the most disputed land in akielos. If this book taught me anything, it’s that people with power are fucking hot.

5. Most importantly, the petty prince of Vere, the unattainably attractive, quick witted, competent, ‘Damen’s exact type,’ ✨✨Laurent, is jealous af of Nikandros.✨✨ he does nothing to hide the jealousy either!! Because Laurent literally went from ‘Do you think I’d get on well with Nikandros’ to taking a look at the man and going ‘Damen sucked my cock’ (Laurent should’ve followed it up with sticking his tongue out. That would’ve been more subtle Laurent) Just as unsubtly , Damen asks Laurent what he was doing there, like he knew exactly what Laurent was expecting following him and Nikandros into the tent.🙈

Laurent just keeps pestering Nikandros for no good reason, even at the inn in Mellos in front of the merchants. Which is all very unlike Laurent, considering how he tends to deal professionally with political allies (eg. torveld or berenger or makedon).

6. Equally important, ✨✨Damen is jealous of Nikandros✨✨ remember that time in the summer palace, Damen learnt that Nikandros is teaching Laurent wrestling and he thought ‘you’ll never learn that way’ but instead discarded it with the more important thought ‘why tf is my boyfriend training with my hot best friend when I’m right here’ and then, like a petulant child he went ‘I’m better than Nikandros’ and Laurent just laughed at the jealousy.😂😂 truly subtle of you Damen.

(No wonder Nikandros’ life is an elaborate face palm - sandwiched between these two jealous babies)

7. Lastly, we love and appreciate a loyal man. Nikandros really puts the ‘hot’ in honesty (oh wait, maybe he just puts the ‘ho’😂 and also the ‘sin’ in sincerity. I can go on.)

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read-in-the-night · 6 months

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Capri Kinktober Day 23: Nipple Play

Title: Hands On My Body, You In My Mind Prompts: Flogging/Impact Play | Nipple Play | Chastity Ship: Auguste x Nikandros Summary: Augste can't forget last night. Nikandros had taken him apart with just his hands. Now he's imagining those hands all over his chest and nipples, pinching his nipples pulling on the chain between them, and commanding him to come untouched. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51064291

Thank you @captiveprincekinktober for organizing this!

#captive prince #fanfiction #capri #capri kinktober 2023 #captive prince kinktober 2023 #fic #kinktober 2023 #nikandros x auguste #nikgus #nikandros/auguste

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nayona96 · 2 years

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"What would a good big brother do?" Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Kastor, despite the general opinion among his friends, was not a complete idiot.

He had taken over the family company after Theomedes stepped down for a reason, after all.

…half of the reason was Damianos going all “fuck this shit I’m out” and telling their dad he’d rather start his own company than inherit Vallis&Sons.

But the company was thriving and the sales were high as ever, so Kastor clearly knew what he was doing, so you better shut the fuck up Susan from the local newspaper, you ain’t shit and you don’t know shit!

Anyways.

Kastor wasn’t dumb. He was a businessman and he knew this situation was very delicate.

Hence why he decided to take the businessman-esque approach and make a list of steps to take in order to bring his little brother’s love life back from the dead!

This is how The List came to be.

The List was, obviously, a list of steps Kastor decided were necessary for him to reach the goal and see Damen and Laurent exchange wedding vows in the near future.

The steps went as follows:

1. Introduce Damen to Laurent (CHECK)

2. Laurent does and/or says something bitchy and Damen gets a mental boner - if needed, provide a cause for L to get in the bitch mode (CHECK, no need for intervention)

3. Assist Damen in acquiring Laurent’s number

4. Get Damen in more social situations with Laurent so they can get to know each other - stand guard in case they go up to fuck and don’t let Nik or Gus cockblock

5. If needed, help Damen get a date with Laurent

6. Encourage every thought and idea of Damen’s that involves Laurent

7. Offer company for the ring shopping quest when Damen inevitably decides he wants to propose

8. Offer to pay for Damen and Laurent’s honeymoon

9. Offer to babysit their kids - human and/or furry ones

10. Go all the way for their Christmas gifts in the future

Obviously Kastor was prepared.

Now that the first two steps have been crossed off the list, it was time for Step 3.

It’s been like a week since the party and Damen exchanged a few text messages with him, which Kastor considered a major improvement. They hadn’t texted for half a year after Jokaste spilled the beans, after all. But they were texting now again! Well, it was mostly Kastor asking “How was your day, bro?” and Damen replying “Fine” but it was a step in the right direction and Kastor was determined to celebrate small victories!

So yes, Kastor was pleased but he would be more happy if his brother mentioned Laurent even once. Just once! But he didn’t.

It wouldn’t do. Time for an intervention!

Fortunately for his plan, it was summer and summer meant…

“Picnic?” Auguste asked. “You want to have a picnic?”

“Yeah.” Kas rolled his eyes at his best friend, even though they were talking over the phone. “Unless you have a better idea.”

“How about letting them decide?”

“Nothing would happen then!” He protested. “Has Laurent ever mentioned texting Damen?”

“He hasn’t.”

“Exactly! We need to push them a little, so they would at least exchange phone numbers.”

Auguste sighed. “I don’t feel comfortable playing my little brother like this.”

“You’re not playing him, dude, you’re making sure he ends up with a good guy and is fullfilled romantically and sexualy. I have it from a reliable source that Damen is very fulfilling.”

“The reliable source being your girlfriend?” Gus mocked.

Yes.

“Are you going to get your brother to the picnic or not?” He said instead.

Three days later, on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, Kastor sat on a checkered blanket, surrounded by at least eight baskets full with food and drinks, as well as people essential for the plan.

Well, Nikandros wasn’t essential, he just got there with Damen and refused to leave. Kas remembered when Damen would ask for a puppy as a child and their parents always refused. But he thought his brother kinda got what he wanted in a dog from Nik. The man was loyal, had amazing shampoo advertisement worthy hair and would often growl at suspicious strangers, just like he did at Laurent during the party. What Nikandros had that a dog did not, though, was the ability to feed himself and go potty on his own.

Kastor briefly wondered whether Nikandros was up to date on his vaccines. The last thing his plan needed was for Nik to bite Laurent as he shook Damen’s hand and send him to the hospital with rabies or some other shit.

They sat down on the blanket, Auguste next to Laurent and Damen on the other side of the youngest. Nik occupied the seat next to Damen, as always on his guard dog duty.

Kastor sat beside Auguste, so he could avoid getting his head bitten off by Nik and also have a good view of the lovebirds.

And damn, there was certainly something in the air, at least from Damen’s side. The man’s eyes couldn’t seem to be able to move away from Laurent for more than three minutes and would snap back to the blond every time a pale hand moved to brush a golden lock out of his eyes.

The conversation was kept light and casual as they unpacked the food. Everyone was having an overall good time but Kastor was starting to get impatient.

“So, Laurent,” the blue eyes landed on him and Kas could’ve sworn Damen looked mildly annoyed at that, “How are you? Any other guys you sent to the ER?”

The corner of Laurent’s lips twitched. “No. It was close yesterday evening though.”

“What happened?” Damen smiled when Laurent turned to him.

“I went to grab a coffee and some idiot tried to grab my butt.” Laurent took a sip of his orange juice. “My coffee landed all over his face and shirt.”

“Was it hot?”

“He was way below average, if I may say so. Oh,” the blond chuckled, “you meant the coffee. No, it was a frappuccino, unfortunately.”

Damen threw his head back and laughed. “If you keep doing that you might get arrested.”

“It almost happened last month.” A full smile bloomed on Laurent’s face. Kastor’s gaze jumped to his brother, who looked positively delighted at the sight. “A guy didn’t like my replies and called the cops on me. We were both brought to the station but he was the one who ended up in handcuffs.”

Nik groaned. “Do we want to know?”

“No, you don’t.” Auguste said.

Damen leaned closer to Laurent and whispered, “Tell me later?”

The future vet gazed up at him. The two exchanged a long look, some sort of silent conversation happening between them, and after a few beats Laurent grabbed Damen’s phone from where it lay on the blanket.

“Call me.”

Kastor wanted to jump up and do a victory dance.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from the field nearby them. A few big, muscled men took off their shirts and began stretching. Two of them started a wrestling match while the others cheered them on.

They all observed them for a while, until Damen snorted.

“They’re doing it wrong.”

Kastor watched his younger brother walk over to the group, saying a few words that must’ve been received positively if the amount of backslapping was any indication. Then Damen stripped, the shirt thrown to the side and beckoned the biggest member of the group closer. The two locked themselves in a professional beginning hold. A guy next to them gave them a green light.

It didn’t last long.

The muscles of Damen’s arms, legs and back flexed with the exercise and after only a couple of minutes, the other guy was pressed against the grass. He signaled defeat and Damen let him go.

Kastor tore his eyes off his brother, currently explaining the men their mistakes, and turned to their group.

He almost squealed out loud at the expression on Laurent’s face.

The blond’s cheeks were flushed and he pointedly wasn’t looking in Damen’s direction, instead pretending to be interested in the contents of one of their picnic baskets.

Shifting closer to Auguste, he whispered with delight, “Your brother’s sooo into mine! I told you it’d be like this!”

Gus swallowed. “Kastor…”

“Can’t wait to call you my family, bro.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

#Kastor of Akielos #laurent x damen #laurent #damen #lamen #captive prince fanfiction #my writing #modern au #auguste of vere #nikandros

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