It had been five days since Laurent had given birth, two months earlier than expected.
He had refused to see his child since then.
———
It hadn’t stopped raining since Laurent gave birth.
It had been over five days now, and still, the rain refused to ease, never slowing for more than a few minutes at a time. Laurent had planned on going riding, or at the very least visiting his horse, whom he hadn’t seen in weeks, but it was raining, and Pascal had told him he was too weak to go outside.
Even if it hadn’t been raining, he doubted the old man would have allowed it. This time, Laurent wouldn’t have listened. But it was raining, and his body was still wracked with pain and at least he had an excuse. His people would be merciful. They would understand that a King couldn’t risk catching a cold so soon after giving birth.
It was foolish to think so. His people already had plenty to criticize him for, whether he went outside or not would be the least of their concerns. He could only imagine what they were saying about him. About them. It had been over five days. Surely, the news had traveled across the kingdom and beyond by now.
“Your Majesty?”
The servant’s voice was barely above a whisper. The girl was barely eighteen, still a child herself. She was a beta, as were most of Laurent’s servants, and he found himself envying her. If Damen and he had been betas, Damen could have carried their child. He would have done a better job than Laurent ever could. Their child would have been strong and healthy, nothing like the one Laurent had given him.
“What?” Laurent said at last.
“The child would benefit from your milk,” the servant offered carefully.
It wasn’t the first time someone had told him so, and he was growing tired of repeating himself.
“Ask the wet nurse to feed him.”
“With smaller babies born before they are fully - ”
Laurent cut her off with a sharp gesture of his hand, unwilling to hear the rest.
The child was not fully formed. Too small. Too light. Too fragile. He had been meant to give birth to a King - a child who would have looked like Damen, so large it would have torn him apart. And Laurent would not have complained, not once, because he would have known the pain was worth it.
The delivery had been long. Three days and three nights. Pascal claimed to have seen longer, but never so early in a pregnancy. He hadn’t been certain the child would survive.
Laurent almost wished he wouldn’t.
He had suffered for three days and nights, endured seven months of every possible affliction, all to bring a strong and healthy child into the world. Instead, he had brought humiliation upon Damen.
“Your Majesty…”
“Ask the wet nurse to take care of it,” Laurent ordered.
The beta did not move, though her body seemed to beg her to run away. When she spoke again, her head was bowed, too frightened to openly defy her King. Laurent’s temper was well known by now, worsened by the pregnancy. The birth had stripped away whatever humanity he had left.
“King Damianos asked us to insist. He said it would do you good to see the baby.”
Ah.
Damen and he were equals in every way that mattered, yet they were still mates. An alpha and an omega. Damen, though he never had, could order him, could use that bond to compel him.
He could try. Anyone who knew Laurent knew he would never submit - not to Damen, not to any alpha.
But he had given Damen a weak child. Not an heir. Not even a spare. It would be a miracle if the creature survived its first month, Pascal had warned them, and even if it did, the damage from such an early and difficult birth was impossible to predict.
Ten years. Ten years of trying, and failing, to conceive.
His womb was cursed.
He had begged Damen to take a lover, just for one night. He could have endured the humiliation. He might have survived the heartbreak, and if he couldn’t, he could at least have pretended. But Damen was a loyal alpha, and he had refused. Ten years. Countless disappointments. And this was the result.
“Tell the King I will not breastfeed the child,” Laurent said evenly. “I will go and see it, if that is his wish.”
It was the least he could do. He would look upon the monster, then return to his chambers and weep through the pain, if that was what Damen wished.
Moving was still difficult. He had barely eaten since the birth, and had already lost weight during the pregnancy, and the bleeding had not yet stopped. Being apart from Damen only worsened his condition. Omegas needed their alphas after such an ordeal, yet he had not seen Damen since he had screamed at him to take the baby from his chest. Damen had tried to return, of course, but Laurent had sent him away. He refused to face his mate after failing at the only thing Damen had ever asked of him.
He walked to the nursery without assistance, ignoring every offered hand. He would not appear weak.
Yet he had seen himself in the mirror.
He had seen his face and body, the witness of his skin and the hollows in his cheeks.
It would be a miracle if Damen ever wished to lie with him again.
He had looked, too, at his private parts, and he doubted that, even if Damen still wanted him, they would be able to do anything. The sight had been horrific, and he had called for Pascal to confirm that he was not, in fact, dying. The old man had been reassuring, until he began offering unwelcome advice.
You need to see your baby. You need to be with your mate. You need, you need, you need, you need. Everything was Laurent’s fault. Everything that went wrong was because of him, and he could not endure the accusation any longer. He had sent the old man away and refused to let his servants help him wash again. He didn’t want anyone reporting back to Damen how broken and disgusting he had become.
He stood in front of the nursery’s door for a long time before finally opening it. The servants that were taking care of the creature left the moment Laurent stepped into the room, and he did not spare them any word.
The bassinet stood in the middle of it, but from where Laurent was standing, he could not see what lay inside. His heartbeat quickened, fear tightening in his chest at the thought of what rested in the wooden cradle.
Slowly, he made his way toward it, dragging a chair behind him so he could sit, afraid the shock would be too much to bear standing. He set the chair carefully beside the bassinet and did his best not to look down until he had no other choice.
He braced himself and drew a long breath, praying for a miracle. Perhaps the child had changed already. Perhaps he had gained weight and now resembled a proper newborn. Perhaps he was an alpha, after all, strong and sturdy, as Laurent had once dreamed.
Laurent did not believe in gods, so he prayed to Auguste.
Please, brother. Please help me. Please make the pain go away. Please, please—
He looked down and felt as though he had been stabbed through the heart.
The babe had barely changed. Still ugly, bald, and wrinkled, small enough to fit in Laurent’s hands, if he could ever bring himself to hold him. Instead of gaining weight, he seemed thinner than before, which was no surprise considering Pascal and the servants had been begging Laurent to come feed him for days.
Sensing his presence, the baby forced his eyes open and turned toward him, searching for the love he deserved. Because Laurent knew he did. Every child deserved love and care. Laurent wished he could give it. He wished he did not feel this way. But more than anything, he wished things had been easier. Perfect.
“You couldn’t even take after his eyes?” Laurent murmured.
They were not Laurent’s eyes either. They were darker, a deep blue he knew all too well, eyes that had once looked at him with nothing but warmth and devotion.
They were Auguste’s eyes.
Pascal had said they would change. Eye color did not settle for months, sometimes up to a year.
Auguste’s eyes had been beautiful, but too kind. Too gentle. Laurent never wanted to see them again. The grief was still too raw, even after all these years.
“I was hoping you would come.”
The voice reverberated through Laurent’s body. His alpha stood behind him, and for the first time in five days, Laurent felt something close to alive. He had been longing for his alpha’s touch, his warmth - yet he had refused it and would continue to refuse it. He did not deserve the gentleness Damen would offer, and he feared even more the anger he believed he deserved.
“You asked me to come. So I did.”
“I didn’t ask. I would never order you, and you know that. Forgive me if the servant misunderstood.”
“I’ve seen the child,” Laurent cut in. “What more do you want from me?”
Damen remained behind him, but years together allowed Laurent to picture his expression perfectly. Disappointment. Sadness. Frustration. And yet, he said nothing.
Laurent needed him to be angry. Needed him to shout, to call him a useless omega, to strip him of the pity he could not bear.
Damen did none of that.
Instead, he stepped in front of Laurent and knelt, like a servant, before taking Laurent’s hands in his own. Despite everything, Laurent could not fight it. He craved the contact more than anything. It took all his strength not to collapse into Damen’s arms.
“Talk to me, love,” Damen pleaded. “Tell me what’s wrong. Is it the pain? Are you still bleeding?”
“Of course I’m still bleeding. Pascal said it was to be expected for days, perhaps weeks. Are you so eager to put another monster inside me? I can’t promise the next won’t be even uglier or weaker than this one.”
He expected anger then. He wanted it. Needed it, but instead, Damen looked wounded, as though Laurent had struck him. As though he were the one at fault.
“It is because of me that the child is like this,” Laurent went on. “I am cursed. We should have known better.”
“Do not speak that way about my omega. Nor about my son,” Damen said quietly.
“A son? This thing will not survive. And even if it does, it will never be a king. We waited ten years, and all I could give you is a frail omega. Spare me your pity, Alpha. I do not need it.”
There was a pause before Damen spoke again. He seemed to gather his thoughts, choosing his words carefully so as not to anger Laurent further, as if he could somehow mend the situation.
“The birth was difficult,” Damen said after a while.
“Like all births are.”
“No. Pascal said it was bad. I thought I was going to lose you. I know you feared that too.”
Damen’s mother had died bringing him into this world, and Laurent would be lying if he said the thought hadn’t haunted him ever since he became with child.
The pregnancy had been atrocious. He had thrown up every day, several times, until his stomach was empty, and yet he had been forced to eat again, if only to keep the child alive. He had migraines so severe he ended up slamming his own head against the walls, praying for the pain to stop.
At barely four months, he had been forbidden from riding his horse anymore, and in the same breath, forbidden from lying with Damen. At five and a half months, he had been put on bed rest.
He had not complained, even when he had wanted nothing more than to tell everyone to go to hell. He had endured it all and more, to give Damen a healthy child. All of it, all that pain, all those sacrifices, for nothing.
“I failed you. Ten years without an heir, and when I finally give you one, it’s… it’s this.”
“This,” Damen said, tightening his hold on Laurent’s hands, “is our son. And he is as perfect as I ever dreamed he would be.”
“He’s going to die,” Laurent said. “He’s too weak. I saw it the moment Pascal laid him on my chest. He was so -”
The memory of the baby on his chest rushed back, and Laurent felt nausea rise in his throat. The baby had weighed almost nothing. His body had been so fragile, so delicate, so incomplete. Laurent had not only failed Damen, he had failed his son. He hadn’t made him whole. He had pushed him into the world too soon, hadn’t eaten enough, hadn’t been careful enough, hadn’t been enough. He had condemned him to suffering. He hated himself for it.
His child deserved better. He did not want him to suffer. Never. He wanted him to have the life Laurent had never known. He wanted him to look like Damen, to love and be loved as Damen was.
“It’s okay, my love. It’s okay.”
Laurent hadn’t realized he was crying until Damen brushed the tears away with his lips, a futile attempt to kiss the pain from his face. Still, Laurent let him, even leaning in until Damen’s arms wrapped around him, offering the comfort he had been longing for.
“I’m sorry,” Laurent whispered. It was unclear whether he meant it for Damen or for their son. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t do anything, Laurent. Our son will live. Pascal said he is strong, despite how he looks. We will love him through it all, won’t we? That’s all he needs. That’s all that matters.”
“He will be infirm.”
“We don’t know that,” Damen corrected gently. “And what if he is? We will find a way. If he cannot hold a sword, we will fight for him. If he cannot ride a horse, we will carry him every day of his life. If he cannot speak, we will speak for him. We will face whatever comes together. As a family. Would you have given up on me if I had become infirm after a battle?”
“Of course not! But it’s not the same.”
“It is. I promise you, it is. Our son just needs you right now. He needs your milk, yes, but more than that, he needs your love.”
The baby began to cry beside them, as if in agreement, and within seconds Laurent felt warmth spreading across his chest, his body responding to his son’s need. Damen’s eyes followed his, but he said nothing.
“You haven’t even held him yet,” Damen said softly. “Perhaps we could start there? You don’t need to feed him. He just needs to be close to you. Can you do that?”
Could he? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know how he would react. But Damen was right. He had to try. At the very least, he had to try. If it still didn’t work - if it still didn’t work, the baby would die, and Laurent would let himself die as well.
He must have nodded, because Damen pressed a kiss to his forehead, thanking him for something that should never have needed asking.
The baby looked even smaller in Damen’s enormous hands, and yet the sight of his alpha holding him sent a fresh wave of emotion through Laurent’s body, his heart suddenly too large for his chest. Tears slid down his face again, and this time he did not try to stop them.
Carefully, Damen placed the child into Laurent’s trembling arms, and Laurent forced himself to breathe steadily. The baby’s body was warm against him, and he instinctively turned toward Laurent’s covered nipple. He could not feed like this, but Laurent let him nuzzle there anyway.
He was still too light. Too small.
But he was here.
He was alive.
And he was fighting.
“I wanted him to have an easy life,” Laurent said. “To be an alpha. Strong, and not - I didn’t want him to be like me.”
“Why? You’re the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever encountered,” Damen replied. “I know the pregnancy was hard. I know the birth was even worse. I will never be able to thank you enough for enduring it all for us, Laurent. You are stronger than you think. And so is our son.”
Laurent closed his eyes and tried to focus on the feeling of the baby against his chest. He didn’t have a name yet. Five days, and no name. If he had died, he would have died unknown. Unnamed. Unloved.
Laurent had already lost a child that way - a young boy with mischievous eyes and a quick mind, who had died alone because of his loyalty and love for Laurent. He had never been able to recover Nicaise’s body after everything that happened. No ceremony. No burial.
He could not bear to lose another child.
“Isn’t he the most precious thing you’ve ever seen?” Damen asked.
Was he? Maybe. Perhaps, in some fragile way, he could begin to see it.
“Your Majesty?” one of the servants called through the door. “One of the guards is asking for you.”
Damen sighed heavily, the same way he always did when a servant interrupted their lovemaking or disturbed them in the middle of a conversation. The familiarity of it made Laurent smile faintly.
“I’ll be right back. I promise,” Damen said.
Laurent nodded and watched him leave, leaving him alone with the baby in his arms.
It was strange to dwell on it for too long. Damen and he had created this. Their love had made this child. And he would grow to resemble them, if he survived.
Laurent needed him to survive. He could not give up on him. Not now, not ever.
He thought of Auguste, who had cared for him when their own mother rejected Laurent after his birth. He thought of Damen, who had continued to love Kastor despite all the wrong he had done. He thought of Nicaise, who had loved him enough to give his life.
But he also thought of the sacrifices he himself had made. Of the endless nights he had spent at Damen’s side when he was wounded. Of the statues commissioned in honor of Auguste and Nicaise. Of the good he had done, of all the love he had given.
He had not always been rewarded for it. Auguste was still dead. So was Nicaise.
But he had tried.
And he would try again, for their son.
“I’ll give you my life,” Laurent whispered. “My life for yours. I would give it without hesitation. You will do great things, greater than anyone before you. You will be great. The greatest. I promise you, alive or dead, I will watch over you. You will never be alone. Not once.”
Laurent did not believe in gods, not after all the pain life had inflicted on him, and yet, for the first time in years, he found himself praying.
For his son, he would pray to every god. And if they refused him his miracle, he would fight them himself until they had no choice but to grant it.
For his son, he would do all of this, and more.
He opened his shirt, his nipple tightening in the cool air, and guided it to his son’s mouth. The baby began to suckle, instinct taking over, and Laurent closed his eyes.
His son would be alright, and so would he. They would defy the odds. The three of them, together. Destiny had never managed to stop Damen and him before, and it would not start now.
Fics posted: 22, for 3 different fandoms (HP, Captive Prince, Dark Rise)
Total written: 415,488 words
My favourite fic I wrote in 2024: Us, Infinite (unfortunately)
My most kudos'd fic of 2024: Future Histories
My most productive writing month was January, with 63k written, while my most productive writing day was December 1st, with 9k written on that Sunday alone! I participated in 10 fests, wrote 10 unique pairings, and ended up with a total of 289k words posted in 2024.
My goals for next year are to finally finish Something in the Orange (an angsty Drarry fic that I started writing nearly a year ago), post at least one fic a month (I have a backlog of like 7 already), and write 500k by the end of the year. Here's to a creative 2025! ⭐
Fics listed below the cut alphabetically, by pairing/fandom.
✨ Drarry ✨
💛 A Wizard’s Guide to Co-Parenting with Your Ex-Arch Nemesis | T | 38k | Tags: Eighth Year, Temporary Children, Humour, Fluff, KidFic
Harry had expected a few things when returning for his Eighth Year. Rooming with Ron, a cheeky Firewhisky down at the pub, leaving his assignments to the last minute – those were all but certain to occur.
His list of certainties definitely hadn’t included McGonagall’s shake-up of the curriculum, which tasked the Eighth Years with the responsibility of parenthood for three weeks. Caring for a baby Transfigured from a sack of flour would have been alright if: 1) Malfoy wasn’t Harry’s assigned partner, 2) Their baby’s one goal in life wasn’t to spite Harry, and 3) Malfoy wasn’t infuriatingly good at fake parenthood.
❤️ As Per Request | E | 17k | Tags: Virgin Harry, Loss of Virginity, Praise Kink, a PWP in a trench coat
Harry decides that it’s high time to lose his virginity, and figures that asking Malfoy is his best option. He’s fit, he won’t go to the papers, and he’ll be fine with Harry’s ‘no emotional attachment’ plan. Surely nothing could go wrong there.
Potter moved towards him, sticking his hand out. “If that’s the case, we’re both doing it. You do the nude Tornados calendar, and I’ll do the Auror one. Most sales wins.”
Oh no.
“Are you backing out already?” Potter leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Finally admitting that mine’s bigger than yours, then? Or do you want to cop a feel first?”
Charities could bugger off. Nothing good ever came of them, really.
🩷 Catch the Snitch | T | 2k | Tags: New Years Eve, Pining, Harry in a Snitch costume
Ron grabbed Draco’s shoulder and pulled him out of the room. “We’re going to play something. A game.” His eyes were rather maniacal. Draco wanted to ask if he’d gotten into the Mallowsweet, but he could not, for he was very committed to the mime costume and his resulting vow of silence. “You’re going to go into the garden and catch a Snitch.”
💜 Effervescence | E | 4k | Tags: PWP, Established Relationship, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Soft Dom Draco, Veritaserum
Harry has trouble asking for what he wants in bed. Draco uses Veritaserum to help him along.
🩵 Future Histories | T | 6k | Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Established Relationship, Draco's canon-adjacent obsessive crush, Fluff
After an accident at work, Draco finds that two decades of his memories have been temporarily wiped. His Healers are reluctant to tell him the identity of his mystery husband, thinking he’ll react badly.
Oh, how wrong they are.
🖤 Knot Your Average Coworkers | E | 22k | Tags: Werewolf Draco, Oblivious Harry, Knotting, Humour, Ron-themed crafts
It takes Harry a while to work out that every month, almost like clockwork, Draco is given an assignment in the field that takes him out of their shared office for days on end. After each assignment, Draco returns looking so bloody exhausted that Harry gears up to file a complaint with their boss. When questioned about it, Draco’s explanations range from mildly suspect to intensely suspicious. Harry takes it upon himself to find out what’s going on.
Or: Harry makes a bunch of unintentional knotting jokes while an increasingly baffled Draco is driven insane.
💚 Like London to a Brick | T | 4k | Tags: Eighth Year, Clothes Sharing, Quidditch, Getting Together
“Malfoy? Blond wanker of epic proportions. Goes around with a sour look on his face all the time. Comes up to about yay high.” Ron held his hand a few inches above the top of Harry’s head. “Ring any bells?”
Harry bent down to tighten the strap on his kneepad. “Still no idea what you’re on about.”
“You…” An odd spluttering noise left Ron’s lips. “You’re taking the piss.”
“Harry,” Ginny shouted from the changeroom door. “Why the fuck is Malfoy wearing your Quidditch jersey?”
Ron made a face that very plainly said ‘there it is’.
🧡 My Good Name | M | 13k | Tags: Homophobia, Coming Out, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Complicated Family Relationships
Standing there, in the foyer of Draco’s parents’ house, was the most visible display of love that Draco had ever been shown.
Harry loved him. He loved him. And Draco was about to throw him to the wolves.
🤍 Sons of Aphrodite | E | 11k | Tags: Small Cock Size Kink, Party Games, Meddling Friends, Praise Kink, Friends to Lovers
“So … yeah.” Harry ducked his head as he pulled Draco’s hand towards him. “It’s not that I didn’t enjoy doing that to you, it’s that my cock is like … that.”
Draco reached out to touch, running a finger down Harry’s hard length. “You have a small cock, Harry, not a tentacle or something equally terrifying. It’s incredibly fucking hot, actually.”
Featuring twenty push-ups that nearly broke Draco’s brain, meddling friends with the best of intentions, Draco admitting his crush on Harry under party-game-themed duress, a pet cat named Willow, and a small problem that isn’t actually a problem at all.
🤎 Stretched Out | E | 5k | Tags: Friends With Benefits, Fisting, Rimming, Edging, Soft Dom Draco, Fluff
Harry looked at him for a moment, thumb tracing the line of Draco’s cheekbone. “I’ve never trusted anyone like I’ve trusted you. Isn’t that mental?”
💙 Us, Infinite (unfortunately) | E | 77k | Tags: Time Loop, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Breaking the Law, Magaluf, Cooking as a form of intimacy, 'last day in the time loop' vibes
It’s very fitting for how Harry’s life has gone thus far that he gets trapped in a time loop without rhyme, reason, or warning.
To make matters infinitely worse, the one other person stuck on the same hellish chronological ride is Draco Malfoy, git extraordinaire.
✨ Other HP ✨
🤍 August Storms over Devon | Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley | T | 1k | Tags: Summer of 1998, the Burrow, Emotional Intimacy
“What if…” She clenched her hands into fists, pressing them against her thighs to stop them from shaking. “What if I can’t? What if they never…”
Ron’s voice was even-keeled, steady as an oak in a storm. “Do you want to try?”
🩵 Cornerstone | Scorpius Malfoy/James Sirius Potter | E | 6k | Tags: Consenual Infidelity, Loss of Virginity, Humour, No Angst, Topping From the Bottom
James is a virgin, so Albus lets him borrow his boyfriend.
💚 Jasmine and Cherry | Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley | E | 8k | Tags: Clubbing, Friends to Lovers, Face-Sitting
Pansy’s lips brushed Ginny’s ear as she tilted her head back. “That gloss is flavoured, you know. Cherry.”
🖤 New Gods | Sirius Black/Harry Potter | E | 4k | Tags: POV Sirius, Sirius Lives, Age Difference, Ambiguous Sirius/James Potter
It rocks Sirius to his core every time he thinks about it, because they aren’t the same – Harry and James.
Sure, Harry pushes his glasses up with the knuckle of his pointer finger. James used to do the same thing when he had dirt or sugar or random potion essence on his hands. Other people do that too. Sirius has never seen it, but they do.
🧡 One Night in Bristol | Regulus Black/James Potter | E | 10k | Tags: Everybody Lives, Post-Hogwarts, Complicated Sibling Relationships, a horse statue that is canon to my IRL life
Regulus eyes the statue, forces himself to pull his gaze away from James as he pats down the back of his blue jeans. “How’d you even get up there? It’s, what, a full storey?”
“If you include the base bit, yeah.” James slaps a hand on the brick stack under the horse’s bronze feet. “And I couldn’t tell you how I get up to half the shit I do.” He wiggles his eyebrows, looking far more lecherous than he has any right to. “Trade secrets, Reggie.”
Regulus raises an eyebrow, leaning his weight against the base of the statue. “And your trade is…?”
James shrugs and offers him a smile, slow and bright. “Fucking about, mostly.”
Or, Regulus happens upon James on a chilly night in Bristol.
❤️ Some Nights | Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley | E | 23k | Tags: Eighth Year, Dorm Sharing, Friends with Benefits, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Threesome, Switching, Harry + Ron = 1 braincell
Ron fucks up his Silencing Charms in the dorm one night. Then Malfoy does. The rest, as they say, is history.
✨ Captive Prince ✨
💛 Golden Starbursts | Damen/Laurent, Damen/Auguste | E | 5k | Tags: Canon Divergence, Auguste Lives, Arranged Marriage, Marriage Consummation, Damen's Canonical Blond Kink
Damen has only ever fucked two men in his life. Both have worn the golden starburst emblem.
💙 Lay Me Down | Damen/Laurent | E | 5k | Tags: PWP, Canon Divergence, Tent Sex, Comeplay
Two princes walk into a Vaskian camp.
Aka, what if the tent scene in Prince’s Gambit had gone differently.
✨ Dark Rise ✨
💜 Give/Take | Will Kempen/James St. Clair | E | 2k | Tags: PWP, Dom/Sub Undertones, Topping From the Bottom, Old Language Kink
James takes control.
Until his concentration breaks.
🖤 Scheggino | Will Kempen/James St. Clair | E | 3k | Tags: Missing Scene, Spoiler for book 2: Dark Heir, PWP, Loss of Virginity, Dom/Sub Undertones,
As Anharion was Sarcean’s, James was Will’s. Regardless of their past selves, the reverse was also true here; Will was James’ before he was even his own.
“I’ve always been yours,” Will whispered. “Thousands of years ago, longer, since the grains of sand on the beach were still stars, I have been yours.”
Or, Will gives James what he asks for.
An alternate ending to Chapter 44 of Dark Heir.
I've been inhaling Capri fics. Send recs. ❤️ denotes favourites as always.
HP: 3x Drarry
Capri: 2x Lamen + 1x meta
>> May list <<
HP
➗️❤️ rational economic actors by @yellowforks (Drarry, E, 8,7k)
“Malcolm Baddock told you that he had sex with Harry Potter,” Draco said, enunciating carefully.
“Yes.”
“Gay sex.”
“I should think so.”
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Somebody has had the nerve to have sex with Harry Potter. Draco loses his entire mind.
Fabulously deranged Draco voice. Pure joy.
🪢❤️ the sun between us by @eleadore (Drarry, E, 7,8k)
Draco Malfoy, an omega. It was laughable until he was right in front of you, smelling like he was one shaky step from tripping into a heat.
Part 1 of a series with part 3 currently ongoing. I just love how eleadore sketches characters. It's so precisely observed.
😍 emotional, but in a stupid way by @moonflower-rose (Drarry, M, 15k)
Based on the 'A Prompt A Day In May' drabble challenge, the story of one Harry Potter coming to grips with his feelings about his co-worker, Draco Malfoy.
Harry is such a pining catastrophy in this. Absolutely delightful Draco & Ron dynamic, too.
CAPRI
📇 ❤️ figure out a window by funki (Lamen, E, 47k, 8/10 WIP)
“So,” Damianos says. “Hypothetically. If two people are dating. Two people who both work here. Is that something one or both of them would get fired for?”
Modern office AU. This Laurent POV is so well done. He's as complicated and complex as in canon, and he & Damen have so much URT (unresolved romantic tension) to make you want to claw at the wall.
🏒 Concordia by Ccainao3 (Lamen, E, 124k)
He’d had hope, after those talks, that when the sting of Olympic loss had faded he and Auguste would be able to salvage something of their old friendship. This doesn’t seem likely now. Sorry I gave you a concussion when I checked you is one thing; sorry I beat you out for the gold medal and then had your little brother wear it while I fucked him is another.
Sports AU, no hockey knowledge needed. Damen is a hockey player and Laurent is the figure skater little brother of the guy Damen put in the hospital. And that's just where the complications start. The Lamen romance is lovely and deeply satisfying, but I especially enjoyed how all the troubled familial relationships were developed.
Captive Prince annotated reading by @mintawasalreadytaken is funny and insightful. Book 1 is complete already.
It's the Game I (Really) Like | Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince) | E | 3.6k words
Summary:
Laurent is working from home. Damen is horny. These two data points in isolation are positive, but in conjunction, can be tipped either into ‘very good’ or ‘very bad’. Depending on your perspective, of course.
It’s a game they play. Damen plays in the hopes of distracting Laurent into giving him what he wants, Laurent plays in the hopes of putting Damen in his place. Laurent is losing, but he thinks he has a way to make them both winners in the end.
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New fic just dropped! It's a oneshot with everything you could ask for: modern au, pleasure dom laurent, sub damen, both of them teasing each other, and a hot, kinky scene incorporating Laurent's fancy leather boots. Oh! And Damen testing his endless stamina against Laurent's endless resolve. Enjoy xx
Damen/Laurent | Rated E | 72k words when complete | thecouchsofa ✨
Summary:
Damen had been fourteen the first time he killed a wolf with his bare hands.
He was a decade older when he killed his hundredth in a colosseum in Patras.
Tags: Canon Divergence, Gladiator Damen, Hidden Identity, Auguste Lives, Animal Death, Yearning, Fluff, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Warning: Kastor, Emotional Manipulation, PTSD (but it’s the medieval era so you can expect none of it to be addressed), No Regent Appearance :)
This is not a WIP - the completed fic sits at around 72k. Updates will be posted on Saturdays for the next three months. Tags are representative of the entire fic, not just the first chapter!
