I fumble. I’m not as smooth with words as Peeta. And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don’t want him to die. And it’s not about the sponsors. And it’s not about what will happen back home. And it’s not just that I don’t want to be alone. It’s him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.
—  Katniss Everdeen

why are most furries so obsessed with squishing dogs toe pads tho like i get it yall r like “PAWS PEEPS WIDDLE TOE BEANS LITTLE PEETS UWU” but they legit feel like sandpaper yall are just obsessed with animal body parts 

#4 Fic Week Masterlist (Lamen Edition)

And because I was missing a little Laurent and Damen in my life I went looking for more fics, and ended up finding these treasures.

(The ones who have an asterisk on the side are the ones I liked the most)

Fear not the thorns by relenafanel for reallyyeahokay (1/1 | 4,982 | T)

If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears. - Isaac Hayes.


Laurent is kind of a prick.

Has and Has Beans by specialrhino for skazkanasmorka (1/1 | 14,047 | G)*

In which Damen, ex-heir to the corporate empire that is Peet’s Coffee and Tea and first year grad student, finds himself working at an independent coffeeshop run by the heir to Starbucks. He did not sign up for any of this (except for the grad student part).

Once Bitten, Never Shy by dirtyvalentine (7/7 | 24,321 | E)*

“It’s a Martini. You seem like a Martini type of guy,” explained the stranger, smiling in the most oblivious way.

“I’ve never had a Martini in my entire life.”


They just stared at each other for a few seconds, icy blue eyes fixed on the kind, honey gaze of the other man.

He sighed, resigned. “Can you only afford half a T-shirt?”

five times auguste shut down damen (and one time auguste supported damen in his pursuit of laurent) by baekhyun (Barolaide) (1/1 |  2,409 | T)

Auguste turned around and said, too calmly: “Please repeat what you just said about my brother.”

“He’s very— he’s, um. Very.” Damen paused, tentatively searching for the right words. Auguste was beginning to look more and more murderous.

“He’s very what, Damen. Say it.” There was a burgeoning, insistent, crazed edge to his voice.

No Rush by blacktofade for ordinaryink (1/1 | 13,625 | E)

Laurent is eleven when he’s introduced by his brother to Prince Damianos.

Something Good by wendlaa (1/1 | 14,353 | E)*

The three Princes stand. Damianos drops his gaze from Auguste to Laurent. His eyes are honey brown, his expression taut. There’s blood on his face, dirt in his wounds. Gaze still locked to Laurent’s, he sheaths his sword.

And Auguste lives.

four sevens and a ten by Fahye (1/1 | 15,049 | E)*

“Setting aside the obvious,” Laurent says, “I feel I should point out that the last time we met, you told me I was beautiful, and then couldn’t think of a single other good quality I possessed.”

The corner of Damen’s mouth twitches. He looks dangerous, and bright, and appalling.

“I can think of a few things now,” he says.

Dear Aledosia, by wendlaa (3/3 | 12,368 | E)*

“Oh,” Laurent finds himself saying. Damianos has excused himself from his conversation, and has begun to make his way through the crowd. Here stand the Princes of Vere, after all. The ethereal Veretian Prince brothers. Laurent lifts his eyes towards the ceiling, arching his brows. “Heavens,” he says, voice tight.

Auguste chuckles. “You have a minute head start.”

Laurent ducks away.