Kels

You can find me writing a bunch of microfics that will probably never make it to AO3 out of pure laziness, reblogging mostly CaPri nonsense, and flailing about fictional brothercest.

Here are links to my Captive Prince fics and my Harry Potter fics on AO3 in case anyone wants to check them out.

Okay, awkward intro post done 😂

Real quick personal summary below:

I will read Lamen in every universe, but I am also a rare pair gal at heart. I thought it would be fun to highlight some of the absolute gems I’ve found on AO3 of ships that are not exclusively Damen/Laurent.

As always: mind the tags, skip anything that does not appeal to you personally, and make sure to show love for stories you adore through kudos/comments 💚 it’ll make a writer’s day, I promise

Indelible by @seas-of-ios

Damen/Laurent/Nicaise | 15k | E

"He... obviously likes it," Damen said.

“Likes it?”

Damen flushed. “Pain.”

“Oh.” Laurent huffed a laugh. “Yes.”

“Is that a weird thing to know about your brother?”

Leaning back against the counter, Laurent shrugged. “It’s not even close to being one of the weird things in my life.”

Reel Against Your Body’s Borders by @heyjude19-writing

Damen/Laurent/Nikandros | 21k | E

He looks lovely when he laughs, Laurent thinks. Such a rarity, and an entrancing one at that.

But no, it is not so rare; Laurent sees Nikandros laugh all the time. Especially, almost exclusively, with Damen. They have a sweet, boyish familiarity with one another in private that speaks to years of camaraderie and friendship.

It is because Laurent is the one responsible for Nikandros laughing. That must be what has Laurent so flustered at the sight before him now. Achieving this reaction from Nikandros causes warmth to bloom in his chest; his midsection tightens, and he cannot look away.

Nothing Like The Sun by @liesmyth

Jord/Laurent | 30k | E

When Jord had first met the Prince, he’d thought him far too beautiful to be real — like a statue, or a painting. Jord’s rough hands weren’t made to handle something so refined. But he looked, and he wanted, until he was trembling with it.

Or, post-GBFAS. Jord would do anything his Prince asked of him.

Don't you try to tell me that you never loved me by @barbitone

Ancel/Berenger | 11k | T

Ancel looked at him shrewdly, his eye narrowed. “Are you trying to run away because you don’t want to talk to me? Or because you think I don’t want to talk to you?”

Berenger took a breath, looking past Ancel rather than at him. “You didn’t want to talk to me before.”

“I was angry, before,” Ancel said. “Do you blame me for that?”

“Of course not.”

“Even I can’t hold a grudge for five years,” Ancel said. He smiled, faintly. “I’d get wrinkles. I have to maintain what’s left of my looks.” He gestured to his face.

Kingmaker by @seas-of-ios

Laurent/Regent | 6k | M

Laurent never wanted to be king.

the frosty child by Anonymous

Nicaise-centric | 6k | M

The most iconic character (save maybe Nicaise who has an absolutely insane ratio of sassy quotes:all quotes) of the entire series?

It’s got to be this one. There are so many, but you just KNOW that his uncle felt this one all the way across Vere 🤣

No, please keep them coming!! 💚 here’s something I came up with today, not sure it fits either of these exactly but has some hints of both

capri microfic | implied laurent/auguste + others | 215 words

tw: brothercest

“You really should come to Ios in the summer, the sea—”

“Prince Damianos, would you excuse my brother for a moment?”

The foreign prince smiles winningly. “Of course, Your Majesty. He’s all yours.” He walks away, and Auguste lightly grips Laurent’s shoulder before leading them round the corner towards the deserted balcony.

“You’re playing with fire, dear brother.”

Laurent grins, innocence and arrogance interwoven together with flawless precision. “I thought you liked when we… played,” he says softly. “Remember when we played with Jord?”

He huffs out a sigh. “Yes, but that was together. I hope you’re not forgetting how this works. And don’t think I don’t know what really happens when your training sessions go long,” he says, levying his brother with a half-hearted warning look.

Laurent laughs then—Auguste’s favorite sound in the world. “Surely not. Did you know, Gus, just how much Damen enjoys blonds?” He leans in towards Auguste, his lips brushing his ear. “A good royal host shares his favorite toys, you know.”

With a groan, Auguste pushes him towards the wall and blazes a path forged by jealousy and desire down his neck.

“A pretty distraction will always be just that, brother,” he whispers against him, drawing a breathless exhale from Laurent before he surrenders to Auguste.