A kingdom and this

Hiii! I'm Feds, I'm 20 and this is my Captive Prince sideblog (because apparently obsessing over not straight couples is what I do best). "I think if I gave you my heart you would treat it tenderly."

[chocolatechippotts]

There was a man I was supposed to meet. He’s got all these ideas about honour and fair play, and he tries to keep me from doing the wrong thing

Laurent about Damen, from Kings Rising by S. U. Pacat (via chocolatechippotts)

[arianwen44]

I’m wracking my brain for ideas for the Captive Prince Zine, so I’m getting back into the swing of drawing Damen and Laurent xD 

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a brief summary of book 3

[kinqlaurent]

Damen thought that if Laurent was holding his hand, he must be dying.

best of Kings Rising quotes 41/∞ (via kinqlaurent)

[netamashii]

you think that after he got that off his wrist he would misjudge how light his hand and he would accidentally pick up things with too much force? i think about this a lot. it has to be a bit heavy, i mean it’s not like it’s a normal ~*~bracelet from the BF~*~ 

[kinqlaurent]

c.s. pacat is in oxford

guys

she’s on instagram

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the end of kings rising

laurent: omg damen you’re bleeding a lot damen, bleeding out: are we gonna make out or what

[zomge]

preview of my thing I’m drawing for the @captiveprincezine !!!!!

[fahye]

Writing prompt: Damen and Laurent's honeymoon, please! (Probably long overdue after uniting two countries.) Bonus points for Damen carrying Laurent bridal style over the threshold and, obviously, smut.

Damen wouldn’t dare do it if anyone else was with them, but they’ve snuck away on their own a full night earlier than planned, taking nothing but their horses. Their affronted retinue will catch up with them tomorrow. Under any other circumstances they’d be letting themselves in for a lecture about allowing the royal guard to do their job (from Jord) and a day’s worth of surly looks (also from Jord); they’ll only get to play the newlywed card this once.

It means there’s no audience, approving or otherwise, when Damen halts them a few yards from the arched side entrance to the summer palace, takes the advantage of surprise, and simply lifts Laurent off the ground with one arm beneath his knees and another at his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Laurent demands, stiff and uneven with indignity. He has not deigned to throw even a single arm around Damen for balance.

Damen regards his new husband with affection, as he holds him with all the grace of a poorly-filled sack of apples.

“I thought this one was a Veretian tradition,” Damen says innocently.

“This is because of what I said about you throwing me over your shoulder, isn’t it?”

Damen shrugs. It takes a little effort, given he’s carrying Laurent’s full weight, but he manages it. “I am a barbarian, after all.”

Laurent’s eyes darted to Damen’s biceps during the shrug. Now they return to his face.

“I know that look,” Damen says. “You’re calculating the odds.”

“I’d rather not cause any serious damage,” Laurent says coolly. “I need you intact.”

“How reassuring.”

“My plans for the remainder of the night will require you to exert yourself.”

“Is that so?” says Damen.

There’s a tinderbox in Laurent’s eyes. “Strenuously.”

Damen takes the next few steps with a haste that’s designed to make Laurent’s smile appear.

“You’re welcome to struggle, if it would make you feel better,” Damen offers, “but we both know I’d manage to subdue you in the end.”

Even as he says it, the thought slides between Damen’s ribs like a hot and friendly knife. He sees Laurent’s face change infinitesimally in the same instant, pupils softening in the blue eyes even as Laurent’s cheeks tighten with want. Memory nudges at Damen’s throat. Do you think I’m just going to flip you over and mount?

They are still navigating Laurent’s complicated relationship with his own desire. And even though Damen knows, now, the awful reason behind it, he also knows better than to make assumptions.

“Would you enjoy that?” he asks, voice low.

They are paused at the doorway. Part of Damen thinks about the meaning of what he’s doing, beyond the joke. The threshold. A new place. A beginning.

Laurent swallows. He wraps an arm around Damen’s neck and Damen feels a small, interesting pain at his nape, as Laurent digs in with a precise fingernail.

Laurent says, “Carry me inside, and we’ll see.”

[delfeur]

When they finally decided on a place to take as their royal residence, Laurent didn’t bring many Veretian decorations. He brought a few vases and tapestries, a painting of Auguste and some ceremonial dishes. None of that surprised Damen.

What surprised him was the chair. Or a settee, as Laurent often corrected him.

It was a beautiful piece. The cushion was thick, stuffed with wool and very comfortable. It was covered in a blue fabric, decorated with starburst patterns embroidered in gold.

The wooden base was made of dark mahogany. It was also artfully carved with several depictions of fighting scenes.

Or fucking.

It was either fighting or fucking. But Damen couldn’t tell which.

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[kinqlaurent]

Damen thought that if Laurent was holding his hand, he must be dying.

best of Kings Rising quotes 41/∞ (via kinqlaurent)

[xyai]

this morning, my suffering is caused by… 

Laurent in Kings Rising Ch. 2, alone and resigned to it, resolved to do what must be done, certain with the knowledge that nobody is coming:

VERSUS CH. 18 LAURENT, STRUCK WITH THE SURPRISE OF DAMEN’S PRESENCE

CONFRONTED WITH THE FACT THAT CIRCUMSTANCES HAVE CHANGED, THAT HE IS NOW A PERSON SUPPORTED AND CHAMPIONED, WHOM OTHERS WOULD SEE FIT TO SAVE AND FIGHT FOR

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laurent learning Akielon

teacher: this is the word for military laurent: okay but how do you say go fuck yourself

[shakespeare-and-company]

fave character aesthetic » laurent | captive prince series

↳ Laurent wasn’t loved. Laurent wasn’t liked. Even among his own men, who would follow him off a cliff, there was the unequivocal consensus that Laurent was, as Orlant had once described him, a cast iron bitch, that it was a very bad idea to get on his bad side, and that as for his good side, he didn’t have one.

for @thefaultinourponds because she’s not in love with him yet and that just can’t be???

[kakimari]

booby obsession

[fahye]

Yay, fic prompts!! Can I request a Damen/Laurent fake dating or marriage of convenience AU?

“You’re wondering if I’m foxed, to suggest such a thing.”

“Not at all,” said Damen, who had been wondering exactly that.

“It’s entirely a question of blunt, you see.”

“You speak plainly, my lord,” said Damen.

“Yes,” said Laurent, Lord de Vere. “I do.”

Damen judged it wise to keep his hands clasped behind his back, a parade-ground posture he could hold for hours on end if necessary. He was starting to wish he had the means to become a trifle bosky himself; a few glasses of claret might make this interview easier, though probably would not manage to render it less bizarre. The room was warm, the fire crackling merrily in the wide grate, and de Vere leaned one elbow on the mantlepiece in an elegant posture of repose. Waves of blond hair sat beautifully on his brow, brushed back in the latest style, as befitting a creature of fashion.

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[charizerd]

Ok but Laurent is so fucking extra he gets captured and tortured by Govart to a point that a knife is literally twisted into his shoulder but because he’s a drama queen and #3cool5u he just drags his injured ass back to camp half rushing to be there before his hot frenemy (Best frenemy. Frenemies with benefits.) just so he could pull the classic I’ve Been Expecting You™ card on Damen with hIS FUCKING “Hello, Lover” REST IN FUCKING PIECES, DAMEN