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Captive Prince Chaos

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Capri Sideblog of @stillwaterseas - they/them, writer, multi-shipper, just here to have fun

‘Long live king Laurent of Vere!’

Yes! Okay! I thought I’d never draw a fanart for Captive Prince but here I am proved wrong yet another time;) So here it is our precious son in all his shining glory:) 

But! I’ve not read The adventures of Charls the Veretian cloth merchant yet (just excerpts here on tumblr):< So here is the deal: if you buy me an e-book (at the moment I don’t have a convenient way of purchasing it) I’ll draw you your favourite character from Captive Prince^^ sooooooo anyone interested? (write me a pm)

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For @beautifulduckweed  ❤️ for the @caprivalentine exchange.

Happy Valentine’s Day, dear Candy. 🥰 Thank you so much for giving so many wonderful prompts to choose from. It was quite a task, because there’s so much I wanted to do and so many ideas to choose from. In the end I went with pre-canon Laurent & Auguste. I hope you’ll like it, I had a lot of fun with it. 😊

A big thanks to the mods for the organization. 🥰

Look at my Valentine’s Day gift for the @caprivalentine exchange, just immaculate baby Laurent & Auguste vibes, I love itttt

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Say the most strategic political marriage for Laurent was to marry the prince of Akielos - but not the crown prince, who is already married with several little healthy heirs growing up in his footsteps - to Kastor, the prince who is second in birth. And, most importantly, say that they’re good for each other.

Kings Damianos and Auguste lead Akielos and Vere, but level headed and quick witted advice from Kastor and Laurent, who have always had to fight with their heads before their fists, could be just what they need to not, you know, have a chaotic duel over ancient land and kill each other.

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So I just found out that Toni Collette once faked appendicitis so convincingly as a child that they actually removed her appendix, and that's the most modern laurent thing I ever heard www(.)youtube(.)com/watch?v=LC0IDKeGx9A

auguste, 18 years of age and accepted at the university of bazal in patras which is a whole 2114.3 miles (3402.6 km) from vere: *is getting ready to move out*

laurent, close to being 10 but not quite there and extremely devastated his best friend and big brother dares have the audacity to try to leave him: *fakes appendicitis so convincingly that hennike is in a frenzy to get laurent to the emergency room and is calling aleron (who is taking auguste to the airport) and demanding he turn the car around*

laurent, six hours later and lying in recovery with a scar on his abdomen as the doctor talks to laurent’s hysterical parents outside the room explaining that it took them being in the process of removing his appendix to realize it wasn’t actually busting: *smiling as auguste hits his head repeatedly on the bedframe both in terror and frustration and a little teeny tiny bit of humor*

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what if i wrote a soulmate AU? haha jk. unless....?

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It wasn’t a joke, really, but people often laughed when they said it. 

If a boy got smacked with a training sword during lessons, or had the wind knocked out of him wrestling, his friend might gloat, “I bet your soulmate felt that!” 

It was something parents said to scold their children. “Careful with that knife or your soulmate will feel it!” 

On the battlefield too, men cracked dark jokes. Many of them had found their soulmate by then, and laughter was the only recourse besides tears. Some of them had left their soulmate behind, knowing that their wife back home would feel every blade and blow. Some had found theirs on those training sands as boys, looking up to see a friend take a blow to the ribs and feeling an echoing pain in their own chest. The worst stories were of soldiers who saw a stranger cut down before them in battle, and were brought to their knees by searing, phantom pain until it ended abruptly. It was better to feel your soulmate’s pain than to feel nothing. 

So when soldiers who ought to have been loyal attacked Damen in his bed, as he fought them off and was overpowered, as pain cracked Damen’s skull and purple darkness dimmed his vision, Damen’s last thought was I bet my soulmate felt that.

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Currently thinking about the fact that Laurent is an adrenaline junkie. It’s not just the chase scene on the rooftops, although that’s an obvious example. It’s the scenes where he forces himself to endure something that is certainly causing a stress reaction, and seems to relish the experience of staying in control through those moments.

For example, the scene in book 1 in the baths, letting Damen undress him. Imagine how hard his heart must have been pounding, but he enjoys the triumph of mind over matter, and when you hold still through something that terrifies you, the adrenaline rush is just stunning. Another situation that comes to mind is when he first kisses Damen at Ravenel, and the beginning of that first love scene. Pacat writes him as tense and conflicted, holding tightly to control. And it’s the same thing, the adrenaline surging all the stronger because of Laurent’s own iron-fisted control over himself.

It’s very late, idk if this is actually coherent meta.

I had FORGOTTEN the blowjob scene in KR, oh my gOD. Upon further reflection I think there is a fine line between chasing an adrenaline rush and self harm, but that’s true for many ppl.

Currently thinking about the fact that Laurent is an adrenaline junkie. It’s not just the chase scene on the rooftops, although that’s an obvious example. It’s the scenes where he forces himself to endure something that is certainly causing a stress reaction, and seems to relish the experience of staying in control through those moments.

For example, the scene in book 1 in the baths, letting Damen undress him. Imagine how hard his heart must have been pounding, but he enjoys the triumph of mind over matter, and when you hold still through something that terrifies you, the adrenaline rush is just stunning. Another situation that comes to mind is when he first kisses Damen at Ravenel, and the beginning of that first love scene. Pacat writes him as tense and conflicted, holding tightly to control. And it’s the same thing, the adrenaline surging all the stronger because of Laurent’s own iron-fisted control over himself.

It’s very late, idk if this is actually coherent meta.

Ok who has a link to the PDF or fileshare or whatever it was of Pacat’s LJ commentary on books 1 and 2? I would have SWORN I rb’d the link but apparently not???? There was some really interesting writing meta in there.

post-break up phone sex

(just what it says on the tin. NC-17, not as angsty as it could be but not NOT angsty. i wrote this bc i want attention, tell me what you think. maybe i’ll post to ao3 if i can think of a title. the dog’s name is @niniblack’s headcanon, and the bitchy teenager is totally nicaise.)

When Laurent’s phone rang at 10pm, he almost didn’t answer it. And then when he saw who was calling, he really almost didn’t answer. Then, swearing into his pillow, Laurent picked up. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, and his heart pounded in the brief pause on the other end of the line. 

But it was just surprise in Damen’s tone when he said, “Yes, sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just wanted to let you know I took Sasha into the vet today.” 

Laurent sat up, sheets pooling around his waist. “Is he okay?” 

“Yeah. He got into a fight and one of the bites got infected.” 

“A fight? With another dog? Did you let him off leash?”

“I was at the dog park. There was this insane little rat terrier. I think Sasha was just playing but this dog just got its teeth into Sash’s leg and hung on.” 

“Jesus,” Laurent muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Did you get the owner’s contact info? You’d better send them the vet bill.”  

“Yeah. It was this incredibly bitchy teenager who said Sash was sexually harassing his dog.” Laurent could hear the humor in Damen’s voice. Damen had always been better at dealing with other people’s bullshit. 

“What did the vet say?” 

“Cleaned it up and prescribed antibiotics. Didn’t need stitches.” 

“Good. That’s good.” Laurent laid back slowly on his pillows, staring up at the dark ceiling. “Thanks for telling me.” 

“Of course. He’s still your dog too,” Damen said, and Laurent suppressed a derisive snort because he knew Damen meant it sincerely. In his head, Sasha was still both of theirs, despite the fact that Damen was now the dog’s sole caretaker, and had been for nearly a year. God, that long already? Thinking about it made Laurent’s stomach hurt.  

He rolled onto his side, phone pressed against his ear. “So.” 

“So.”

slut!damen crack ficlet

"Nervous?" Laurent asked as they turned the corner onto the street he grew up on.

"Not really," Damen said. "Your parents sound great. And they raised you." He smiled at Laurent. "There can't be anything that wrong with them."

They pulled up in front of a tidy, suburban house and Laurent turned off the engine. Damen frowned at the neat garden, the blue painted trim and matching curtains in the windows. "What's wrong?" Laurent asked.

Damen shook his head. The house felt familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on why. He and Laurent had both grown up in Melbourne but it was a huge city, and Damen didn't think he had ever been in the neighborhood before. "Nothing. Deja vu I guess."

Laurent reached across and squeezed his hand. Damen could tell Laurent didn't really believe him about not being nervous, but Damen wasn't. He was good at meet-the-parents.

Laurent had a key, so he let them both in. "It's me," he called. The front hall increased the sense of familiarity, and Damen shook his head in confusion. There were flowers on the end table, and pictures on the wall. 

"Laurent!" It was a woman's voice, and there were footsteps on the stairs. Damen looked up at a blonde woman in a sundress. He was sure he had seen her before.

"This must be Damen," she said, coming forward to shake his hand. She was even shorter than Laurent, and there were freckles on her bare shoulders. A slight frown furrowed her brow. "Have we met?"

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