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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 1 year

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This had to be asked for your modern au which I also love. Do the triplets hide from Bapa and Mama when it's time to go to the doctor for booster shot day?

"My little loves!" Agnes called out as she searched the playroom for her five toddlers. "We're going on a trip to Congregation and after we'll get ice cream!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" A small voice bellowed. Marcelin. Oh dear.

"MUMMY!!!!" Another whimpered. Laure. Oh goodness.

Estinien peeked into the playroom upon hearing the children. "They're not ready to go?"

From behind a loveseat, Esme appeared, face streaked with tears. "No Bapa. No." She started to weep, and of course Estinien walked in two long strides to Esme and picked her up. "No."

Agnes could not help but smile. Esme really is a Bapa's girl, and Estinien adores her. She went to Laurent and picked him up too. "It's okay. We all have to get checked out by the doctor to make sure we stay healthy and happy and ready to play at any time! Isn't that so nice?"

"NO." Pip yelled from Esme's previous hiding place.

Estinien snorted. "Lad's got a point."

Agnes narrowed her eyes at her husband. "Ahem, I know you're all very scared, but me and Bapa will be with you the entire time. And remember, we're getting ice cream after!" I am not above bribing my children with ice cream to get them immunized! "Let's get our coats on!"

Hami's head popped out of the large toy box. "Ice cweam!"

"Yes that's right, Hami! Ice cream! We'll be getting ice cream after the doctor!" Agnes said excitedly to try to rally the little ones! Come on! ICE CREAM!!!!

Then Esme started crying again.

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Luci: hey sweetie how did it go at the doctor?

Agnes: they all got their shots with varying degrees of crying (esme, laure, pip, and marc) to frankly excited because it meant ice cream after (hami). we're at the ice cream shop now. :)

Luci: oh good! :D yes you were NOT good with handling shots. we had to hold you down lol

Agnes: WHAT

Luci: yes me, da, and nurses had to hold you down to give you shots. you were so scared, my poor baby!

Agnes: ...that explains a lot lol

Luci: how many had to be held down?

Agnes: NONE but we came close with esme. she was weeping the entire way there and still crying when they gave her the shot. ;_; she clung to Estinien most of the time and is still clinging to him now along with marc

Luci: tell them granny is going to come up for a visit tomorrow and will bring them special surprises! :D

Agnes: i will <3 they always love it when you come to visit, mum

Luci: i made them little winter hats with their names and in their favorite colors and i baked some sugar cookies and oatmeal bars

Agnes: anything for me :3

Luci: of course my baby is getting chocolate chip cookies :D <3

Agnes: FUCK YES I LOVE YOU MUM <3

Luci: love you too sweetie <3 <3 <3

Agnes: gtg hami and pip are chasing the ice cream shop mascot around the store and estinien is trying to catch them lol

Luci: good luck lol love my grandchildren and my son in law <3 AND OF COURSE MY BABY <3

#asker i wuv u #ask and you shall receive #agnes currai #agnes varlineau #estinien x wol #estinien wyrmblood #estinien varlineau #wolstinien #modern au #the varlineau kids #the first five in modern au are quints lmao #luci littlefoot currai

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yuurilly · 3 years

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Feel like shit, just want to see sugar baby Laurent in a disco halter top 😔

#captive prince #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #mine #lamen #sugar baby au

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liebremaga · 4 years

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“Laurent throws on the pink sweater, the one that still remains unbranded (a shame, because it really is the softest thing), his new watch, the twin of which Damen now wears too, and – the part that makes him most nervous – his lacey underwear, without any pants.”

Receipts and Reciprocity by @goldencuffs

I spent my afternoon erasing individual tiny holes in a layer to make lace happen. My painting teacher would be dissapointed lmao.

Listen I live for funny scenes, I don’t even care about the AU, gimme stuff like this any day ugggh 💖.

Anyway, this is for Ruby, ily thank you for your writing baby 🌹🔥🔥

#Captive Prince #laurent #au #fanart #fanfic #i worked two hours in the first picture and like 15 min in the last and IT SHOWS #i dont even remember making the second panel #I'll stick with this style for a while #it cute #and easy #omg ive never done a comic format thing before #did i have to make 4 different drawings? no #but my 'too much' gene #i love you all good night im tired

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archivingfanfiction · 6 years

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Slow It Down

by orphan_account

Freedom from his uncle, it's all he's ever wanted, and Laurent will use any means necessary to achieve it. Even if it means sacrificing his dignity and self to a sugar daddy. What Laurent doesn't expect, is to find sanctuary in the contract with NHL star Damen Akielos. And he most certainly doesn't expect to develop feelings.

Talk about a perfect Modern AU. Sugar Baby Laurent is hilarious. And adorable. But also with plot and intrigue and angst. Bring it all on. ;)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10859907/chapters/24118410

#laurent x damen #captive prince #plot for days #sugar baby fic #modern au #adorable #disabilties #ALMOST EVERYONE IS ALIVE #auguste lives #what happens when you search by kudos #almost lemon #kudos #slow build #some warnings may apply #alternate universe #fanfic #fic recs

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goldencuffs · 3 years

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to continue the convo and theories with anons, I honestly think Damen has realised he loves Laurent and broke up with jokaste (who probably already knew) right away. The gifts and the 'you're everything to me' says a lot.

I already raved about the chapter on Ao3 but I feel like there are so many moments to talk about that I would need maybe 4 long comments to achieve that. There so many things to gush about! My heart hurts in the most pleasant way, I just want more, I feel like a baby who just tasted sugar for the first time. I read this chapter so many times, cried and laughed and gushed about it. You're so good, I found myself missing Laurent yesterday, this is insane lmao 😭

thank you for being so wonderful omg!!!!! 🥺🥺 my heart is so full reading this!! 💖

also, i wont spoil anything regarding damen 😏😋 but!!!! i may as well ask here--would you guys...... theoretically...... want to see a damen pov in the fake dating au??

#ive been debating whether i want to finish writing it #i have like half written #thank you again my love you really are too sweet #i love you!!!#asks

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lamen-trash · 4 years

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Sweetheart - Modern Lamen AU

When Laurent opened the door to his apartment after a long day at work, he breathed in deeply. The soft scent of home was overwhelming in its familiarity, and he couldn’t help but smile. There was a certain quality to the scent of the apartment he owned with Damen that spoke to something at Laurent’s core. Maybe it was the hints of jasmine and linen in the air, or maybe the smell of Damen cooking dinner in the kitchen, or maybe just the assurance that Laurent was safe surrounded by the familiar cream walls of their home. Whatever it was, Laurent knew he belonged there. A smile bloomed on his face.

“I’m home,” Laurent called out, hanging up his coat on one of the hooks Damen had installed by the door. He ventured farther into the entryway until he came upon the kitchen where Damen was just turning away from a pot on the stove.

“Sweetheart,” Damen responded, and his smile was filled with warmth. He immediately walked over to Laurent and took him into his arms, burying his nose in Laurent’s hair and breathing in deeply, something he did every night when the two men were reunited.

“Hi, honey,” Laurent responded, laughing a little. It had taken him a while to work up to pet names; Laurent had been shy about it, not used to open affection and uncomfortable with putting his feelings out into the open. Damen, on the other hand, had no such qualms. A week into the relationship he’d been calling Laurent “sweetheart” and “baby” and sometimes things like “sugar plum” just to annoy the hell out of Laurent, who was never able to hide his blush fully. It took Laurent about a year before he mumbled his first pet name while they were cuddling in bed one Sunday morning. He’d felt awkward as the word had left his lips, but it was made up for by Damen’s over-the-top reaction. Damen’s eyes had gone comically wide, with a blinding smile adorning his awestruck face, and he’d peppered Laurent’s face with countless kisses while Laurent yelled that it wasn’t a big deal.

Of course it’d been a big deal, though Laurent would never admit it. Damen brought out the softest part of Laurent when they were together – a part of himself he hadn’t even realized existed before meeting Damen, and one that Damen treated so gently it sometimes made Laurent want to cry.

“How was your day at work?” Damen asked, refusing to let go of Laurent and contenting himself with running his hands up and down Laurent’s back. Laurent’s grip around Damen tightened, and he breathed in deeply.

“It was good,” Laurent said into Damen’s chest with his eyes closed. “Torveld officially signed his contract with us – the one we’ve been working on for awhile, so everyone’s relieved. I think I even saw Jord shed a tear.”

Laurent felt Damen’s laugh rumble through his body from where they were pressed together. Damen pulled back with his hands on Laurent’s shoulders so that they could look each other in the eye, and he reached up to brush a thumb across the apple of Laurent’s cheek.

“I knew you could do it, love. If anyone can get an author to sign, it’s you,” Damen said.

Laurent rolled his eyes. “As if you have any professional experience in publishing to say that.”

“I don’t need to have any experience to know you’re damn good at what you do,” Damen replied with a furrow in his eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah, enough with the flattery,” Laurent somehow always found himself blushing in Damen’s presence, even after seven years together. He shoved lightly at Damen’s chest. “How was your day?”

“I’m exhausted, but I enjoyed myself today. I got to make that new dish we added to the menu, so a change of pace was nice. People seem to love it.”

Damen worked as a head chef at a four-star restaurant nearby, which had been his dream job since he and Laurent met in high school. Back then, Laurent had been as prickly and lovely as a flowering desert cactus, and Damen could look nowhere else (even now, he still struggled to tear his eyes away from his lover for more than a second).

“You mean the dish with the –”

“The one with the balsamic glaze, yes,” Damen finished for Laurent with a cheeky smile, proud that his suggestion for the dish had been approved by their management. Laurent made a mental note to go in and surprise Damen one day at work so that he could try the new meal and tell Damen of his thoughts.

“What’s for dinner?” Laurent asked, eager to eat after a strenuous workday.

Damen walked over to the stove and lifted the top of one of the pots there to show Laurent. “Lemon salmon with orzo and sauteed veggies.”

“Mmm, perfect,” Laurent looked up to smile at Damen when he caught Damen already staring at him. The light in the kitchen caught Damen’s eyes, transforming their usual hickory brown to a soft caramel that emerged whenever the light hit Damen’s face just right. Some of Laurent’s fondest memories of Damen involved that sweet shade of brown – Damen smiling at Laurent from over his shoulder as he ran into the ocean, pulling back from a kiss in the park and drowning in Damen’s gaze, tears falling from those eyes as Damen knelt on one knee in the same library section where they met.

“What?” Laurent asked after a moment, not unfamiliar with Damen’s stares but curious nonetheless.

“I just… you’re so beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it,” Damen said, leaning his forehead against Laurent’s and running his hands through Laurent’s hair.

Instead of replying with words, Laurent stood up on his toes, looped his arms around Damen’s neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. Damen responded immediately and settled a hand around Laurent’s waist, pulling the blonde’s body firmly into his own while his other hand stayed tangled in golden hair. Damen loved to touch Laurent’s locks, and in response his lover would turn into the touches like a flower angling toward the light of the sun.

They kissed in a slow-building rhythm, as if time did not exist for them. It didn’t, really – Laurent looked at Damen now and felt just as stupidly enamored with the man as he had from day one. It was the same for Damen, too, Laurent knew.

Damen coaxed Laurent to open to him so that he could deepen the kiss, and Laurent responded dizzily, lost in the heady thought that this all-consuming feeling was his and always would be. Damen swept his tongue across Laurent’s one more time, and then pulled back, grinning like an idiot.

“I think you’re due for a post-work massage, Mr. DeVere-Akielos,” Damen teased, tugging on Laurent’s hand to lead him back to their bedroom, where they shared every secret together. “I’ve been told I have very capable hands.”

Laurent laughed as he let himself be pulled along. He could do nothing else in that moment but follow the one person who made it all worth it in the end – his best friend, his love, his future.

Read it on AO3.

#captive prince #capri #my writing #hnnhhghghgh fluffy brainrot #yes i gave laurent my dream job because i project onto him #what can i say it's the shared trauma #and yes i made damen a chef because i personally cannot cook #what about it

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kageyuji · 4 years

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👉👈🥺 uhhmmm bartender au with you and edamura? 👀

EDAMURA! i love him omg 🥺

NJSJDJFN okay so this but it’s not even an au he has to work their for a case bc laurent said so </3

so therefore he’s really clumsy and he has no idea how to make a lot of drinks

and i’m the one in charge of training the newbie

lmao good luck w that corey

i could literally be like “on the rocks” and his dumbass like,,,GOES OUTSIDE AND PUTS ROCKS IN THE DRINKS BYE

so anyway

then one day it’s a slow night, we’re both kind of tired and talking about whatever comes to mind

which just so happens to be relationship status

and i literally thought he was laurent’s sugar baby but uhm anyway

no i’m jk i thought he was dating abby bc of how much abby picks him up from work BAISHNFN

so then i’m like “👁👁 oh ur single”

n he’s like “👁👁 yeah”

so anyway we both might have been sneaking drinks so we’re both a little drunk LMAO

and we end up confessing

BONUS:

so like i said he’s only there for a case right

after they’re done he can’t just leave me

n he goes “alr so basically- i’m not a bartender-“

and then he like. me and him are con artists 😼😼

self ship asks!

#corey speaks #self ships #comura #corey’s self ships

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laurentspup · 1 year

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New bitch update?

i... have to apologize that it is taking me forever. i am not abandoning my child though, i just had a lot. and my mind keeps going back to the single dad damen au which i'm also trying my best to finish since it's so short and it's a november story T-T

BUT and this is true i have a week break soon and i only plan to write write write new bitch and i will update that week i WILL

still, here is a little sneak peek of the draft because why not

New Bitch Chapter VIII

“We won’t be getting any work done, will we?” Damianos says, the grin betraying his tone.

Laurent winks. “That’s not how I got into Vask Enterprises.”

Damianos’ grin grows wider, mouth opening as if to answer, when his door suddenly opens. Jokaste enters, her heels clacking on the pristine white tiled floors.

She’s looking at her iPad, unbothered, as if she has better things to do. Telling enemy secrets to Kastor, probably.

Laurent doesn’t move away from Damianos. Jokaste doesn’t faze him either. Damianos stays there too, staring at her with a little more emotion than Laurent would ever show anyone.

Jokaste looks up. “I didn't know it’s bring your pet to work day.”

“Isn’t that everyday with you around? Hissing to Kastor about Damianos.” Laurent looks at her fingers. “Congratulations, by the way. The ring must be heavier than your conscience.”

“You’ll notice that, won't you?”

Damianos sits on his chair, but not before squeezing Laurent’s hand. Standing in between two snakes will really drain his energy quickly.

Laurent follows suit, standing right next to his office chair, placing his elbow on the headrest. He feels the way Damianos leans nearer to him. Jokaste doesn’t show any reaction if she sees it.

She walks to Damianos’ table and places the iPad in front of him. There’s a spreadsheet on the screen, a color-coded schedule of Damianos’ day. At least Jokaste still does her job.

“Your schedule for today.” Damianos picks it up to read. Laurent notices how he tilts the screen so he’ll have a view of it too. “You have a meeting at one with your PR because of your pictures from yesterday.”

“Had that meeting before?” Laurent can’t help saying.

There’s a pause so small, it’ll be unnoticeable if Laurent doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.

“They’ll need a statement. You’ve been avoiding the media for too long now.” She continues. “You’re trending everywhere. It’s not long before it starts affecting your position.”

“Wouldn’t that be good for you and Kastor, though?” It’s Damianos who mutters.

Laurent doesn’t hide his amused expression. “Still, sorry for stealing your number one spot on the trending page. I know you paid a lot for the press coverage.”

Her expression stays the same, but there’s a difference in the way she’s holding herself, like she never expected Damianos to address her infidelity so boldly in the open. She ignores Laurent’s statement, however.

“I’m sure they’ll be glad to know you brought him to be briefed too.” She simply continues.

“Oh, I'm not just here for that.” There’s a glint in Laurent’s eyes. His tone makes her finally look at him. “Damen, tell her, what else I’m here for.”

Jokaste raises her perfectly plucked eyebrows as she returns her gaze to Damianos, expression bored.

“I found a new secretary.” Damianos isn’t even sparing her a glance. “Please show Laurent around and teach him your responsibilities. Once you’re done, you can pack your things.”

#sugar baby laurent au #asks #I PROMISE I AM UPDATING SOON #I JUST NEED TO GET IT TOGETHER #captive prince #damen #laurent #modern lamen #modern lamen au

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nikanndros · 5 years

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The Vegas AU

“Oh God,” Auguste groans. “He’s here.”

“Hmm?” Laurent looks up, across the tables overflowing with drunken revellers and hardcore gamblers, to follow Auguste’s line of sight.

“Damianos Akielos,” Auguste hisses. “Our mortal enemy.”

“Please,” Laurent replies, dismissively. “He’s not important enough for that.” He pretends he’s staring for hateful reasons and not because the sight of Damen’s button-up shirt all but bursting under the seams of his broad chest is entirely mouth-watering.

It’s a difficult life when the hottest guy you know is also CEO of your family’s rival company.

“This is unbelievable,” Auguste says. “Why is he here? This is Vegas! What are the chances?”

A slot machine nearby starts chirping loudly followed by the sound of a waterfall of coins. People are cheering. House always wins, Laurent thinks pettily. “Who knows,” Laurent shrugs. He hands Auguste his drink. “Just forget about it. I’m going to go irresponsibly lose some money.”

“Stay away from blackjack,” Auguste calls after him. “I’m not losing my kneecaps over your card-counting.”

“Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart.” Damianos leans against the bar. His sleeves are rolled up. Laurent wants to tear his shirt open and lick his pecs. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“What are you doing here?” Laurent asks, flatly.

Damen smiles. There are dimples. “The same reason as you, I’d say.”

Laurent is here for Berenger’s wedding. Berenger is one of their best, most sensible managers in the entire company. It’s completely incongruous that he’s dragged them all to Las fucking Vegas so that he can marry his twenty-year old pole-dancing sugar baby in the tackiest way possible. “You know Berenger?”

“Ancel, actually.”

Laurent raises one unimpressed eyebrow. “The stripper. Of course.”

“Don’t be catty,” Damen says. “You know you’re my favourite lapdancer.”

“I’ll have a Laphroaig. The most expensive one they have. Neat.”

Damen obediently flags down the bartender.

Laurent looks around. Auguste would murder him if he caught Laurent fraternising with the enemy like this.

“There you are,” Damen says, passing the drink over.

Laurent puts it on the counter. “I don’t drink.”

Damen laughs. “Very cute,” he says. He takes the scotch for himself, and gets the bartender back over. “A shirley temple, for my companion here, please.”

Laurent gives him a dirty look.

“It’s a virgin cocktail!” Damen claims, defensively.

“Do I look like a virgin?”

“You do,” Damen agrees. “Would you like me to fix that for you?”

No more than five minutes later, Damen is lifting him up to sit on the basin counter in the nearest bathroom they could find, and ravaging his mouth. Laurent wraps his legs around Damen’s hips. He focuses on unbuttoning that flimsy excuse for a shirt.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Damen says, biting at Laurent’s bottom lip. “I could have pushed you up against that bar and had you there.”

Laurent pulls off his shirt, because bathroom quickie or not, he’s touching those abs. “You could have tried,” Laurent agrees. He unzips Damen’s pants. “Anyone could come in right now.”

They restrict themselves to rushed handjobs -- no one interrupts them, surprisingly -- and then Damen sits up next to him on the bench while they regain their breath.

“Well,” Laurent says, “Thanks.” He moves to hop down, but Damen stops him.

“Laurent,” he says. “You’re wonderful.”

“The sex wasn’t that good,” Laurent says, because Damen sounds uncomfortably earnest. “I’d barely even call it de-virginising.”

Damen gives him a look. “I think we both know that ship has sailed.”

Laurent stands up. “I’m going to go back out there.”

“Wait,” Damen says. “I have something for you.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a keycard to offer to Laurent. It’s a room key. “Happy three month anniversary.”

Laurent doesn’t know if it’s worse that Damen is keeping track of the date for the first time they hate-fucked in Damen’s office, or that Laurent is as well. He takes the key card and studies it. Room 1403.

“Damen,” he says, quietly. “My brother would lose his shit if he found out about this.”

“About what?” Damen asks, searchingly. “What are we doing here?”

Laurent swallows down all the responses he can’t make. “Nothing.”

“Is it really nothing to you?” He sounds agonised.

Laurent sighs. “If we try to make it anything, it won’t work. We’re rivals. My family would do everything they could to stop it, so would yours.”

“We won’t let them.”

“If we give what this is a name, then I won’t be able to bear losing--” You. He wants to say. What a stupid thought, they aren’t even together. They just fuck. That’s all it is. The feelings are -- well, they exist but surely he can keep holding them back. Isn’t it enough, if this is all they can have?

“If our families weren’t involved,” Damen says.

“They’ll find out,” Laurent interrupts.

“That’s not what I’m asking,” Damen hushes him. “If our families weren’t a problem at all; then would you want to try?”

“Of course I would!” It bursts out of Laurent, he doesn’t even stop to think about his answer.

“Good,” Damen says. He looks so sweetly pleased. “Me too. You’re the best person I’ve ever met.”

“Don’t,” Laurent says, but he still lets Damen cup his face in his hands.

“I’ve never felt this way before, Laurent. You’re all I can think about; and I’m going crazy with it. So if you feel even the smallest amount like that, I think we can make it work.”

Laurent kisses him. “This is insane.”

Damen takes that for the consent that it is. He grins, a light up your life kind of smile that Laurent feels blessed to have aimed at him. “Okay,” Damen says. “So all we need to do is figure out a plan that will stop them from being able to get between us.”

“Ugh,” Auguste says, casting a disdainful look at Damen as he sits down next to Laurent, “Can’t you choose another pew?”

“This is a wedding,” Laurent says. “Don’t make a scene.” The wedding technically hasn’t begun yet. Laurent is reasonably sure Ancel and Berenger are fucking in the dressing room and thus there’ll probably be something of a delay.

“I won’t make a scene if he doesn’t,” Auguste replies.

There’s a moment of silence.

“Did you have a good night last night?” Laurent asks.

“After you disappeared, you mean? It wasn’t bad.”

“You didn’t find anyone to marry then? What a disappointment for Vegas.”

Auguste scoffs. “Of course not.”

“That’s good,” Laurent says, and then he pointedly takes Damen’s hand and places it on his thigh. Their rings are side by side like this. “It would be gauche if we had the same anniversary.”

#Captive Prince #writing #the vegas au

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yuurilly · 3 years

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I don't know whether I prefer younger sugar baby camboy Damen with older sugar daddy Laurent, or the more heinous older sugar baby camboy Damen with younger sugar daddy Laurent?

Like how tasty is it thinking that bored, bratty eighteen year old Laurent bosses the desperate for cash, hulking mass of twenty-four year old Damen around, demands he wear the lingerie he sends him on camera for everyone to see, demands he show him how many fingers he can fit inside just for him and nobody else, all whilst paying for it with his mummy and daddy's credit card and watching it from his boarding room at his private all-boys school.

#captive prince #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #sugar baby au #camboy au #Mine #Damen wants to meet up at some point #Laurent has bossed him around enough that Damen wants to know what he can do irl #But laurent is like uhhhh 😳 whoops

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prettyboy-parker · 5 years

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aunt may the nurse

sugar sugar au; daddies tony and stephen x their little spoiled fem boy peter

words: idk

warnings: daddy kink

author’s note: yes this is the second time i used that mascara joke don’t come for me

“Don’t cut yourself.”

Stephen rolls his eyes as he drags the razor down his cheek, white shaving cream being pushed to the side, revealing smooth skin.

“Never do.” Stephen grunts as he dips the razor in a glass of warm water, then bringing it back up to finish his shaving.

Peter just giggles and continues with his makeup routine. He’s perched on the black marble countertop, nose almost brushing the mirror hanging on the wall. He opens his mascara with a squelch. The bottle says Better than Sex, but he’s pretty sure whoever thought of that name had never slept with Tony or Stephen.

Stephen leans over the sink, splashing his face with cold water. Wordlessly, he sticks out his hand, prompting Peter to hand him his aftershave. Peter does, transferring the Yves Saint Laurent aftershave balm from his hand to Stephen’s.

“How do I look?” The older man asks, turning to Peter as he rubs the balm into his skin.

“Delicious.” Peter responds, leaning forward to press a kiss to Stephen’s lips. To his disappointment, he pulls away.

“Go get ready, princess. We don’t want to be late.” Stephen utters, squeezing his bare thigh.

“Got it!” Peter exclaims, hopping off of the counter. Stephen smacks his ass while he walks away to his own room. His “room” is the guest room of Stephen’s apartment, yet he barely sleeps there. It’s just a room to keep the majority of gifts and clothes from the man. They usually spend their time at Tony’s tower, but his absence brought them here.

Peter slips his baby pink silk robe off his shoulders, tossing it in the wicker hamper in the corner of his room. He eagerly unwraps the tissue paper that’s waiting on his bed. Inside lies a beautiful floor length gown, mahogany red with a high neck and scalloped edges. He giggles happily, unzipping the back of the dress. He steps into it, the cloth falling perfectly over his dainty curves.

“I wish Tony was here to see how beautiful you look.”

Peter jumps and turns to the door where Stephen is standing.

“Daddy!” Peter squeals, skipping over across the cream carpet to where Stephen is.

“You’re so handsome.” He giggles, smoothing his hand over one of the lapels of his black suit. He stands on his tippy toes to press a kiss to Stephen’s freshly shaven cheek.

“Shush. You look like a million dollars next to me.” Stephen hums, running his thin fingers through Peter’s chestnut curls. There’s a shine to his eyes, and it looks like love, true love. Stephen doesn’t say it much, since he’s naturally reserved, but Peter knows he loves him.

“And you look like 10 million.” Peter purrs, rocking on his heels.

“We’re going to be late, daddy. Let’s go!”

‎۞‎۞‎۞

Peter almost drops his champagne flute when he sees her.

It’s May, his beloved Aunt, in a new green dress, sipping on wine as she chats with fellow nurses.

Sure, he knows his aunt is a nurse, but he didn’t know she’d want to show up to a surgeon award ceremony.

His honey brown eyes scan the ballroom, desperately searching for Stephen. Suddenly, May turns around, looking straight at him, so the only logical thing to do is for him to turn around as well. The group of doctors in front of him cease their conversation. He apologizes hastily and shuffles off to find his daddy. He finally runs into the tall man, clinging onto his arm abruptly. Stephen stops his conversation as Peter stands on his tippy toes to murmur in his ear,

“Daddy, my aunt is here. She’s going to kill me.”

Stephen just laughs, leaning down to brush his lips against Peter’s.

But, a very familiar voice interrupts them.

“Peter? What the fu-“

(and I ran out of steam. going to write more for this au!)

#starkerstrange #sugar sugar au #tony x peter x stephen

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lordberenger · 6 years

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state of mind

Or: the modern, ex-boyfriends AU no one asked for, ever

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Laurent shouldn’t have come.

He knew this the moment he stepped through the door. He took a second to be bitter about it, then he corrected himself: he had known he would spend a horrible night the moment he chose to put on a tux and climb into his car. Denial was not going to get him through the evening.

The Marlas Hall was an impressive building, allying the golden varnish of the expensive and well-conserved with the bluntness of the old. The gardens were particularly noteworthy, full of wide trees and cleverly half-hidden ruins. People raved about finding millennium-old stones in the middle of their evening strolls, but failed to realize the trees were often even older.

The gardens were tempting, yes. Laurent could smell the perfume of early-summer flowers and feel the breeze on his face through the open french doors leading out, but he refrained himself. This was a charity event thrown by his own brother: he had to socialize and charm the room into parting with a few of the superfluous zeros in their bank account.

Still, he couldn’t banish the feeling of dread pooling low in his stomach as he stepped through the room, darting furtive looks right and left. But what was the point? Was he trying to locate or avoid?

Auguste snagged him by the arm before he could finish that thought.

“Laurent,” he said with forced cheer. “I’m so glad to see you. Thank you for coming.” He squeezed Laurent’s biceps a little tighter. Laurent didn’t know who he was trying to convince. “Um, Vannes is here.”

“I hope you’re more eloquent in your speech,” Laurent said, shaking off Auguste’s almost painful grip.

“What?”

“Tell me what you have to tell me and go. You have a party to host.”

Auguste’s eyebrows drew together. “I have the right to be concerned for my little brother’s—”

“Oh, so we’re concerned, now?”

A pause. Auguste looked at him with his clear blue eyes and sighed.

“You know, don’t you?”

“The name’s hard to miss.”

It was right there at the top of the invitation list. No one would see it other than Auguste, Laurent, and the affected staff, but that was enough.

Damianos Akielos.

The name didn’t haunt Laurent. He felt unease and excessive annoyance, but he knew he could get through the evening. He didn’t have a choice. Or maybe he did: maybe Auguste would give him one, out of brotherly affection and concern, and ask him later for a favor that Laurent would be too happy to fulfill. But Laurent hadn’t made it this far in life without an iron spine and a stronger discipline: he would see the night through.

Ex or no ex present.

Who had dumped him. Or would have, had tried to, before Laurent did it first, out of pride and self-respect.

“Laurent,” Auguste started.

“I’m fine.” He was a little surprised to find it true. “I won’t talk to him, though.”

“He might want to talk to you.”

This was probably a plea to be civil. It missed its mark by a hundred feet.

“I doubt it,” Laurent said, and turned away to greet the newest arrival of guests.

He did. In securing his pride, Laurent might not have stopped to preserve Damianos’s. That was what the “I’ll never see him again” part of the plan was for.

Damianos didn’t enter until the gala had started in full. Laurent noticed the kind of commotion near the door that announced a new arrival: the steward drawing people forward, the customary stop on the threshold to gauge the room and let people gawk, should they need to—and it was almost always assumed that they did.

Laurent slipped behind a large group of people dressed as severe as he was and tried to will the light off his pale hair. He thought he was making a decent job at pretending to consider the paté hors d’oeuvre when Jord’s voice grunted from behind him.

“I’ll punch him back to Ios.”

Jord was much less conspicuous in his staring than Laurent, although he was wearing a simple black suit that marked him without subtlety as a bodyguard and was thus invisible to most of the people milling around.

“Please don’t,” Laurent said.

Jord grunted again. It could have meant anything from a disregard of Laurent’s words to reluctant agreement: knowing Jord, it was most likely a mix of everything in between.

Laurent took a flute from a nearby tray. “Is that apple cider or champagne?”

Jord shrugged. “Drink and find out.”

That was the method Laurent usually preferred to avoid. He took a careful sip, though, and almost recoiled when the tart taste of alcohol hit his tongue. Laurent didn’t drink: he liked neither the taste nor the effects. Tonight, though, in the shadow of Damianos's large back, the idea was more tempting than it had ever been.

“That’s not apple cider,” Jord warned next to him, as though Laurent had missed it after his first taste.

“I know.”

Jord eyed him for a moment with the easiness of a man who had seen Laurent grow up and suffered through his teenage moods. He shrugged then: Laurent was not the person he was paid to protect and he would not dare baby him, for the same reasons.

“Don’t mess up,” he called as Laurent departed, done with the insidious interrogation.

“I never do.”

Laurent chose not to hear the ugly snort behind him. He waved through the crowd, stopping to chat with couples on the look-out for recognition from the hosts and larger groups who would unanimously revel on his witty conversation once he departed.

He saw Torveld and the blonde doe-faced youth he had taken as unofficial sugar baby, and the looks exchanged with the closest server, barely older. Vannes smiled her shark grin at him from across the room. Laurent met her stare and raised his glass in salutation. He almost bumped into Ancel a minute later, and spent a longer time than he intended talking horses with Berenger.

Laurent had to give it to Ancel: though he was clearly bored and out of his depth, he found a way of holding Laurent’s gaze dead on. It would have been uncomfortable, had Laurent not spent his formative years developing and honing the same tactics.

It was almost enough. The clock was indicating well past eleven when Laurent’s eyes passed over Damianos for the first time.

It was a quick glance, accidental turned informative: Laurent noted the width of his shoulders, possibly greater than two years ago. The shine of his hair, combed and slicked back in a way that somehow tamed the curls. The dark color of his suit; almost a perfect match to Laurent’s. The thought bothered him for a moment, so he traded it for a third glass of champagne.

It was almost certainly a mistake. He found he did not care much.

Drinking meant relative immobility. He had raised the glass to his lips when Damianos turned from his conversation—who was it with him? Did it matter?—and saw him.

The look on his face was too earnest to stomach this late in the night with alcohol in his blood. Laurent held his gaze for two seconds, which were two seconds too long but did not appear that way at the time, and turned away.

The party was winding down: the charity part had been done, and now there was music from a half-hidden orchestra and some dancing. Laurent cut through the small of gatherings of people he did not have the obligation nor the will to entertain anymore and stepped outside.

The balcony was wide, closed off by a wide stone bannister with intricate carvings, and led off to the sprawling grass. Laurent took a moment to inhale deeply. The cool air was a blessing on his overheated skin; he put down the glass and folded his arms on the bannister, pressing his forehead into the stone. He didn’t know what kind of stone it even was: sandstone? Granite? Were the two even alike? He knew it wasn’t marble: he could still feel its smooth expanse under his hand and the blinding vision of it under the sun.

There he went again.

Laurent stayed close to the bannister when he took down the stairs, unsure of his own legs. He had no experience on which to base his current state on. He didn’t think he was very drunk, but the filter in his mind seemed to have a life of his own. He felt as though he would explode in words if anyone talked to him. Maybe he would keep on talking until there were no words inside his head anymore, let them pouring out until he was dry as a desert.

Maybe he was a desert: dry and cold at night, uninhabitable and hostile.

Damianos found him leaning against the remains of an old column, watching the stars unblinkingly until his head spinned and he had to close his eyes against dizziness.

“Laurent,” Damianos said after a while, after moment spent aware of the other and their shared history. It weighted between them, like a bag full of water that kept splashing them frozen.

“Ah,” Laurent said. He opened his eyes. “Hello, Damianos.”

Something passed in Damianos’s gaze. He was probably thinking about the last time Laurent had called him his full name, before they had dated. He liked easy camaraderie and friendliness, but Laurent was not here to reassure his need to be well-liked.

“Did you know I’d come and find you?” he asked. “I didn’t know myself until I did it.”

“You’re a really bad liar.”

“You’re drunk.”

Laurent let out a silent laugh. “Does it bother you?”

“I hope it’s not because of me.”

Of course it was. Laurent turned fully toward him and crossed his arms on his chest. Damianos’s eyes were wide open and dark in the moonlight, like his clothing and his hair. He looked like a sketch on canvas, his lines suggested rather than fully drawn.

He looked like the man Laurent had left a year ago alone in his apartment, angry and crushed because he had not gotten to do the crushing himself.

“What are you going to do about it?” Laurent asked, meaning the long conversation everyone had wanted to have with him afterwards.

Oh, Laurent, why did you break up with him?

I thought you guys were moving in together!

Laurent, he was perfect. What have you done?

Love is a scam. Drink?

Damianos didn’t seem to understand him. “You’re drunk,” he repeated.

Laurent waved his hand. “Astute observation. Are you trying to make it disappear by repeating it? If you say ‘Laurent is drunk’ three times, you’ll invoke—”

He was rambling. Damianos strode forward once, breaking his pace immediately. He gained and lost his assured expression in the same breath.

“This is the first time I see you in a year,” he started, running a hand in his hair, messing it up, “and you’re drunk.”

Why did he keep saying it? Laurent had seen him with a glass in hand: he could not pretend at perfection. Laurent pushed back from the column.

“Right,” he said, not entirely sure of the next words pushing out of his mouth. “This is as predictably boring as I thought it would be. If you’ll excuse me—”

“Wait.” Damianos’s arm shot up to block Laurent before he could step around him. It was for show and they both knew it: Laurent would be able to sidestep before Damianos could make up his mind to reach for him. “Were you avoiding me?”

“No.” Laurent made a dismissive gesture. “You don’t avoid a fly.”

“Is that what I am to you? Something to swat away?”

Laurent wanted to say yes, you are. Get out of my way. He wanted to say, no, because I’ve never felt this lost than this past year. His mouth felt full of cardboard.

“Damianos,” he started, focusing on the lapel of his jacket, rather than the strong chest under it or the face above his own, earnest and true when it was not bearable to be. “Damen.”

The look on Damen’s face changed with that word: in a flash, he was still the slightly arrogant young man who had swept Laurent off his feet even though he had felt nailed to the ground.

“I—” Laurent said, and then his phone rang.

They looked down at the same time. Laurent let out a little disbelieving laugh. Damen said “Your phone” like it was an incantation.

It was Auguste. It stopped ringing right when Laurent tapped to accept the call, then started again almost immediately.

Auguste wasn’t an anxious caller. There had to be a problem.

“Then you should go,” Damen said, and Laurent realized he’d said it out loud.

“Yes,” he said and picked up.

Damen turned away first, stepping aside to let Laurent go back toward the building.

Laurent went without turning back, trying not to hear the singular sound of his steps on gravel. He didn’t want to think about Damen’s solitary figure next to the white stone, half cast in the shadows like an echo of the past.

He did anyway.

#lamen #laurent #damen #captive prince #captive prince fic #my fics #i don't do angst usually so this is my best #also i'm falling asleep standing so this is unedited #i'll regret it in the morning #ex bfs au

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crispy-tasty-takoyaky-jikook · 6 years

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Jikook Fan-Fic Recommendations! \(≧▽≦)/

So.. basically I’m flooded with all the sweet Jikook fan-fics y’all have made.. (I’m a damn hard Jikook shipper tho.. so... ;3) HERE’S MY TOP LIST THAT YOU MUST READ (I DON’T CARE WHAT!! IT’S JUST SO DAMN AWESOME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

Sxnee (When you start reading it, dem rollercoasters are coming for you.. OAO) - Sugar Daddy (Where Jungkook is in need of $ and found himself on a Sugar Daddy website) - Twelve: A New Chance (Curse the community in this plot, my heart aches but eventually things settled down.. FK YES) snarcsics (Do I even need to explain??? I bet everyone already bookmarked her gorgeous creations <3) - Leave Your Mark (Omega/Alpha/Beta, Alphas are extinct, sci-ence stoofs, Jimin had a goddamn cute brother, Jungkook is going through agony.. T^T) - Metallic (Hoho.. smut, BDSM, and more ;D mainly mafia/murderer AU) - The Good Doctor (One-shot, smut, Kind and Fluffy Jimin is my weakness.. <3)

jeonify (If you want some fluff, short angst, happy endings, go ahead gurl~) - Hey, Baby, I’ve Got My Ion You (One-shot, School AU, im a sucker for college and school AUs so.. fluffy.. and a bit angst?) - i < 3u (One-shot, School AU, just imagine the legendary Park Jimin sitting in front of you, teaching maths.. who wouldn’t got an A???)

soloscry (Well.. I’m a sucker for needy Jimin so.. ;D) - Peaches and Crème (One-shot, smut, Ice-cream ;D)

Ragi (I didn’t spend 13 hours to read the first season and another 15 hours to read the 2nd season while I’m not crying~~) - On Patrol (one sentence and it’s enough.. OH MAN HORY SHET?!??!??! <3<3<3<3<3<3) - On Patrol - Season 2 (sorry forgot the intro lel, Officer kook, angst LIKE you might cry a sea or river out.. Sweetheart Park Jimin, Yoonseok, Namjin and Jikook) staycute1234 (Holy fk, Jikook Queen.. her works, every one of them is just top notch.. I LOVE YOU AUTHOR NIM!!! <3<3<3<3) - The Jeon Family (I’ve read this more than 7 times and it’s not enough... <3<3<3 i love this so much, I MEAN IT FFS) - My Master (One-shot, Hybrid Jungkook, Kookie needs attention, you just want attention~) - Addict (One-shot, drug addict Jungkook, Jimin is a Psychologist <3) - The Adorable Freshman (One-shot, Minnie hooking a bashful Kookie up <3) - Guess Fate Didn’t Mess Up (One-shot, Arranged Marriage, scowling like cats and dogs at first and end up becoming lovebirds, slight JinMin and JungHope) (There’s so much.. I can’t choose.. uhu.... <3)

Bangtanbananas (I love her creativity <3) - Surreptitious (Vampi Jimin, Lycan Jungkook, not at good terms in the beginning, growing love towards each other, Angst, WARNING - you might want to hit someone in the fic, Past YoonMin) mnsg (Author nim~ Saranghae~ <3 I’ve been blessed with fluffiness) - Oh Rare (Jimin have a child, Jungkook is the best worker, met at a party/meeting/company dinner something like that)

eumorious (just.. dem.. wow.. bookmark all of those fics already.. gawd <3) Mono No Aware (Jikook were Husbands, things fall out of hand, Saint Laurent, Model Jimin, Photographer Jungkook, both misses each other and wanting to go back, author nim says it will be a happy ending! <3) Vandarera (hoping for the best surprise! >:D) - Stranger World (Omega/Alpha/Beta dynamics, still Ongoing on Chap 2)

*All fics have happy ending, except the on-going ones.

#jikook #kookmin #ao3 #fanfic #recommendations #<3<3 #boyfriends #jimin #jungkook #chimchim #nochu #kookie #mochi #bts

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