the captive one

Cute Shit
  • All the soldiers and staff see Laurent and he’s always so serious and intimidating until Damen mutters something in a meeting one day and Laurent starts laughing till tears come out
  • Damen and Laurent being intimidating and serious in general until they’re alone and giving each other flowers and smooching softly
  • Nikandros asks Damen if he’s excited for the wedding. Nikandros not knowing if he should be happy to see his friend so excited or regret asking because now Damen won’t shut up.
  • Damen’s vows are like the most beautiful romantic poetry that leaves everyones’ hearts hurting.
  • Laurent’s vows start off as the coldest diss in both countries but ends with people (looking at you, Damen) crying and being thankful they could hear it.
  • Damen and Laurent become the Royal Power Couple.
  • Whenever they have to be apart for long periods of time, they send long, novel-like letters that they not-so-secretly keep.
  • Kissing their gold cuffs when they miss each other.
  • Whenever they reunite, Damen runs to Laurent and hugs him like he needs him to live.
  • One time Damen showed up almost a month late and it scared Laurent shitless. When he finally arrived, Laurent ran over and almost cried.
  • “You should have been more responsible, you animal.”
  • Damen teaching Lauren’t some more casual Akielon so his sentences aren’t as stiff and awkward.
  • Staring into each others’ eyes when they’re alone together.
  • Damen can’t get enough of his beautiful husband and tries to keep him in bed just a little bit longer.
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laurent, prince of vere ─ “ When laced into his clothing, Laurent’s dangerous grace lent him an almost androgynous quality. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that it was rare to associate Laurent with a physical body at all: you were always dealing with a  m i n d. ”

i love it when i’m reading a book and the sexual tension between two characters it’s so strong that i literally feel the need to put some distance between me and the words.. like… my mom is in the next room can u two chill

Okay but you know what I really loved about the captive prince trilogy, specifically King’s Rising?

The fact that they had a heated passionate moment where they were really angry with each other and were just fuming with hate and THEY DIDNT HAVE SEX

I can’t tell you how many times I have seen ugly scenes in stories where they get in a heated argument and just start having sex and making out and it makes me so uncomfortable?? Like I remember being 13 and asking my parents why this scene was happening. Why are they doing this instead of talking or…what? And being angry and just rough sex to fix it is such a heteronormative thing and I hate it.

So yeah anyways, thanks pacat for having them kick the shit out of each other and then communicate their issues instead of just “fixing it” with rough sex

CP bachelor AU: part 12

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The clouds that threatened rain earlier in the day have subsided, bunching themselves cosily near the horizon as though they’re aware that what Laurent needs more than anything else is a good sunset to serve as a backdrop. Laurent sits in the grass near the edge of the headland, looking down onto the dark sand of the beach. The water shades abruptly from turquoise to teal a few hundred metres offshore, a meandering divide that becomes less and less distinct as the sun creeps down.

Part of the reason Laurent has been so strict with the show’s budget is that he’s been determined, all along, to produce a finale that is truly spectacular. Sunsets over the ocean aren’t exactly easy to come by, on Australia’s east coast, and it’s an irony of geography that the nearest west coast belongs to another country entirely.

But that makes it better, Laurent thinks, gazing out over the vista of Te Henga. Crossing the sea. The romance of destination.

“I don’t suppose you’d be prepared to give us a hint,” says a voice from behind him.

“And spoil your authentic, on-camera emotional response?” Laurent shoots back. “Please, Jokaste.”

Jokaste steps up next to him; Laurent has to tilt his head to take her in. Her hair is braided back, one plait forming a headband and the others looped intricately into a knot at the back of her head. She’s wearing a long flowing dress of pale lavender, just a shade away from overtly bridal, and it somehow manages to accentuate the porcelain of her skin instead of calling out unpleasant pink or yellow tones. Laurent makes a note to give someone in wardrobe a bonus for that.

“You do know who he’s going to choose, don’t you?” she says.

“Of course,” Laurent lies, cool and easy.

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