#pallazar

[thekaiserroll]

A few months ago, I got my hands on the book The Summer Palace and other stories. It made me want to reread the Captive Prince saga, and this time I became obsessed with Pallas and Lazar. I need more of these guys 😭

[smiling-shoe]

...and now I need a series of short fics called like "Pallas' bad luck", where Pallas is often sent to give Damen and/or Laurent a message, or to call them somewhere, or to ask something etc - and he repeatedly and truly completely unintentionally catches them in a lot of awkward situations, including kissind, arguing about political stuff while lying naked in each other's embrace, or in the middle of a foreplay, or having sex, and so on.

Those who send him to get the Kings see the pattern and choose him as a messanger every. single. time. And then laugh at his shocked and red and deeply offended face.

And also at the same time some Pallazar stuff is happening: Lazar, for whom all of their relationship was kind of a fun, "frivolous game of conquest", suddenly realizes that he doesn't feel this way about Pallas anymore; he learns his determination, and loyalty, and strength, and good heart, and easy-going, but earnest personality - and it stops being funny, because now he wants more than occasional (great) sex and campfire stories.

But Lazar is absolutely clueless about how serious relationship works, and Pallas who is fine with whatever he and Lazar have is absolutely clueless about Lazar's attempts to make everything serious.

(Everyone is laughing at Lazar too now - but Pallas fails to notice even this.)

Chaos ensured.

[shebelby13]

I feel like I'm going Insane. Was there Not a dedicated Pallazar novella for the Captive Prince series?? Did I just read a bunch of fanfic and my brain decided we'd gotten cannon content? I didn't even Know there was an Erasmus Novella, but... Pallazar? Is it real?

[go-danielle]

No thoughts, just the height difference between Laurent and Damen. Like, Damen towers over everyone with his head held up high, he exudes power and royalty, and with Laurent standing next to him? Expression cool and confident, and powerful in his own way? Whick gets freaking DAMIANOS to bend or lean down for a kiss to whisper in Laurent's ear or vice versa.

Akielos and Vere don't know what hit them.

I also imagine Pallas to be of similar height to Damen, so imagine him with Lazar who has to look up and up when he's up close to his lover cause he's just so goddamn tall!

(Now I picture Laurent and Lazar thirsting over their respective boys who are innocently wrestling in the courtyard...what a sight)

[read-in-the-night]

Capri Kinktober Day 6: Fucking Machines

Title: Flustered and the Machine Prompts: Hate Sex | Fucking Machine | Rimming/felching Ship: Pallas x Lazar Summary: Lazar has been crushing hard on the handsome store clerk of his favorite sex shop, if only he could muster up the strenght to confess. Lazar hopes to finally succeed this time. Yet all plans of confessing fade from Lazar's mind when the clerk shows him the new toy he's been working on, filling his mind with how the clerk could use said toy on him. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50625895

Thank you @captiveprincekinktober for organizing this!

[seasonsofcapri]

Capriprompt Fill

Title: Languages of Love

Creator: fightinflame (AO3)

Ship: Damen/Laurent, Aimeric/Jord, Berenger/Ancel, Torveld/Erasmus, Lazar/Pallas

Summary: Five different ways of showing love:

Physical Touch - Aimeric/Jord

Gifts - Berenger/Ancel

Acts of Service - Torveld/Erasmus

Words of Affirmation - Lazar/Pallas

Quality Time - Laurent/Damen

Read it here on Ao3!

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[baaaphomet-arc]

Seeking lit 1 x 1 – Captive Prince

Howdy!  Searching for Captive Prince fans.

I arrived late to the party for this one. Looking to see if there are any writers still fond of these characters, who would like to write some ‘behind the scenes’ and post-canon for the main 2. And, ideally, some fun side character content, too!

I would prefer to write Damen; and I'd be happy to explore any combination of the supporting cast. I love expanding on canon by fleshing out the personalities and backgrounds of the side characters, making them our own. I'm also pro-canon divergence if we want to explore alternate endings, but I'd like to keep things inside the canon world setting (no AU). Separate threads that focus on different pairs >>> doubling.

I do longterm rps, multi-para to novella in length. mxm or mxnb romance. Note: Open to trans and genderfluid interpretations of characters, so if that is your headcanon for the character(s) you’d like to write—by all means, let’s do it!  I enjoy character-driven and richly detailed writing styles. And making private servers where we can chat ooc, share music, pins, memes, headcanons, brainstorm together, and have fun! Having compatible rp styles is important to me, so please send a sample of your writing/rping.

I will only write the characters who are 18+ And I'd prefer my writing partners to be 21+ !!

Please check out my 1x1 search doc for more info & rp samples  ♡

LINK HERE. Do not message me on tumblr !! I do not check this account regularly. If you are interested please email me !! lucifer.rps [at] gmail.com or add me on  Discord  lucifer#1522

[dreamdropxoxo]

maybe 15 for pallas/lazar? 😫

With pleasure, darling! 🥰 Here you go, I hope you like it.

The prompt is from the list here, where you find an overview over all my answers. (Original post of the prompt list here).

15. “Just a little more.”

“Lazar, stop it.” The little shake in Pallas’ voice was enough for Lazar to know that he wasn’t really serious.

“Why should I, baby? You look stunning.” It was true, Pallas in booty shorts was too hot to handle. The man had legs to die for and Lazar’s hands were on said legs, feeling up the muscles and firm flesh. How should he resist, honestly? A weaker man might have sunk to his knees and wept with gratitude. Pallas should be grateful that he was still standing.

“We’re on the job if you forgot.”

“We just finished our job, baby. Let’s have some fun. All that’s happening from now is off the clock anyway and we have another half hour here before the clean up crew comes. I don’t think anyone would mind, especially our companions.”

Pallas made a face and scowled at him. “Because they’re fucking dead. Obviously they wouldn’t mind. But I do.” He flapped his hand towards the two men whose blood slowly seeped into the carpet. Lazar shrugged, unconcerned with that, he was too occupied with lifting Pallas‘ leg to wrap around his hip and pushing his back against the wall, until he leaned against it with his shoulders.

“You know I get horny when I get to see you in action, baby. Fuck, but you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way you broke his fingers without even batting an eyelash when he groped your ass almost made me come in my pants.”

Pallas laughed. “You’re easy to excite. Honestly, I think I just have to look at you suggestively and you would fuck me over the table.” He wasn’t wrong and Lazar didn’t even bother to try and refute him. They both knew better. Instead he let his hand caress up Pallas’ thigh. Only when he brushed his fingers against that ass and his partner still didn’t react, did he pull back.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s still looking at me. It’s fucking creepy,” Pallas grumbled and Lazar followed his gaze to the man on the floor closest to them. Indeed his dead eyes seemed to stare right at them and even Lazar could admit that it was indeed a little creepy. He let Pallas’ leg drop from his grasp and turned to kick the dead body over until he was facing the other wall.

“Now, where were we?”, he asked, as he advanced on his partner with a grin on his lips. “I think I wanted to defile you right against that wall.”

“There isn’t much left to defile, love. I’m no innocent.” Pallas replied, tracking his movements with his dark eyes. He didn’t move, didn’t twitch or even breathe too heavily, but Lazar knew that Pallas could kill him in seconds. It was fucking exciting. He loved that his partner was one of the best killers they had. The danger that came from his coiled muscles and keen gaze made Lazar feel alive. The adrenaline rushed through him as he stepped close again and breathed the same air as the other man. Studying his face for a second, before crashing their lips together. Pallas always went so wonderfully pliant in his hold that Lazar couldn’t help but tease his bottom lip with small kitten licks before shoving his tongue between those full lips. He ravaged his mouth before pulling back to kiss the fluttering pulse in his partner’s neck.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he demanded softly. Pallas let his head fall back, ceasing his weak struggle at Lazar’s words. His lips parted in a small gasp and Lazar gripped his ass as he hefted his legs around his hips. He ground up against Pallas, groaned quietly and latching his mouth on the expansive chest presented to him by nothing more but an indecent mash top.

“Lazar, we need to get going,” Pallas fucking whimpered and how could anyone expect Lazar to be rational right then?

“Just a little more,” he gasped and bit into one collarbone, “you’re driving me crazy.”

Pallas moaned and gripped his hair tightly, effectively immobilizing him. Lazar expected to be pushed away, but then his partner pulled his legs even tighter around his hips and pushed his head back down towards his chest. “Fuck, Lazar, go on then.” And he wasn’t someone who needed to be encouraged twice.