Jaron, texting Mott: [sends a voice message]
Mott, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?
Jaron : No, don’t worry, just listen later.
Mott: [presses play]
Jaron's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-
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look me in the eyes and tell me these aren’t things laurent would wear
(images from pintrest)
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Damen: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.
Laurent : We could attack them with olives.
Damen: I stand corrected.
Laurent : Just keeping things in perspective.
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Fandom: Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince)
Characters: Damen (Captive Prince), Laurent (Captive Prince)
Additional Tags: Praise Kink, Hug kink, Is that even a kink
Damen discovered he liked to be embraced a few months into his relationship with Laurent. He had always been a tactile person, but his experience with physical contact was only limited to sex, handshakes, and back slapping. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been properly embraced, and he wasn’t aware of how much he was starved for it until Laurent came into his chambers that night in Karthas to comfort him.
Laurent was no stranger to praise. He received plenty of it when he was a child—mostly from his brother, and it left him feeling a glowing sense of pride every time. But as he grew older, the praise became degrading as everyone around him began lusting over his appearance. He had grown unused to receiving genuine praise after enduring years of being discredited and insulted, which was why he was caught off guard the first time it happened.
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￼ Laurent: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you.
Damen: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Laurent: Absolutely not.
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Soo.. Damen with lots of gold piercings for your next fic? 👀
Haha Im sorry i just saw the amazing art you reblog and I couldn't stop myself from asking one of my fav Capri writers for something like that 💖💖 hope you have a nice end of the week 🌈
Ps. Im crazy over your new prompts! They are so good 🌼
Abso-fucking-lutely! Gimme all the pierced!Damen content 😍
Thank you for all this super nice ask 🥰. It means a lot. Under the cut, some more pierced Damen 👀. Have fun!
"This is not your first piercing, I gathered?" Auguste asked him in a conversational tone as he put on black gloves. Damen blinked himself out of his daze.
"No, it's not. I have a few. That's also why I want the gold one. They have to match." This had Nik snorting out, "yeah, nobody should ever say you're vain, am I right, Damianos?", and Damen rolled his eyes. At least the banter gave him something else to concentrate on instead of thinking about the blond vision of a man. Laurent.
"That might be a little cold," Auguste warned when he started sterilizing the area where the piercing would sit. Damen tried not to flinch, but the underside of his penis was still a very sensitive area. Auguste smiled at him and continued, "it's good that this isn't your first. You already know how it goes."
Damen nodded. He felt the marker on his skin and then Auguste said, calmly, "alright. Breathe in slowly and then breathe out." Damen did and he could feel the needle puncturing his flesh. It hurt, but it was bearable and Damen just breathed through it. Nik sat beside him and held his hand in a dead grip, his eyes were wide and he swallowed hard. Damen would have laughed if there hadn't been a needle in his penis.
Auguste was gentle as he held the skin with the forceps and inserted the golden barbell. Then he cleaned and bandaged the area and Damen could get dressed again.
"I'm never accompanying you again," Nik declared, looking a little green in the face and Damen laughed.
"I didn't ask you to, mate. You wanted to come save me from my stupidity."
Auguste laughed again, he was a very happy person, the crinkles around his eyes made that clear enough. "Alright. Damen, now let's come to the aftercare part. It will take approximately three months for the piercing to heal. During the first days it might bleed a little, but that's not something unusual. Light swelling and pain in the first couple weeks is also not unusual, so nothing to worry if that happens. However, should you get a fever, or the skin gets hot to the touch or there is pus of any kind, you should contact me immediately."
Damen nodded. He already knew that from his other piercings.
"Additionally, change the bandage every. Wash your hands with soap whenever you're touching the area. Rinse the piercing at least twice a day with distilled water and saline solution-," and so on. Damen nodded along. He already loved the shop. Auguste was fun and professional and very thorough and Damen knew he would come back again for his next piercing.
And it had only partially to do with the blond employee, who looked like a greek half god.
"Can I ask you an unrelated question?" Damen couldn't get out of there without knowing if Laurent was single or not.
"Is Laurent single?" Nik groaned when he heard that and Auguste burst out laughing after a second.
"Yes. My brother is single. Good luck with trying to change that," the blond man giggled and Damen felt the horror wash over him. He should have known. The similarities were obvious, glaringly obvious, but his brain hadn't functioned properly since he had seen Laurent the first time.
"Oh." But well, he was already in too deep, so he could just go on. "Does he like coffee?"
Auguste rose a surprised eyebrow. "Who doesn't?"
Damen shrugged. "Nik, for example." And did he imagine the interested flicker in the blond man's eye at that? Probably not. Nik was attractive after all.
"He likes his coffee black. And if you want some extra points, you bring three more of those, two with sugar one with milk. We all love coffee and Laurent loves us. He's a bit protective of the staff and of me, funnily enough." Auguste smirked and patted Damen's back.
"Jord will take care of the payment and don't forget the aftercare. That's important," he reminded and let them step out of the room.
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Roden: Love walking in the rain, hate the concept of wet clothes. Tired of life and its obscure sufferings.
Fink: Pro tip for rainwalking: swimsuit.
Jaron: Walk in the rain naked, easy solution.
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Hi sweetie!! Would you consider writing no 93 from the smut prompts and maybe exploring Laurent’s praise kink from your fic One and Only?? 💞💞💞
Hello dear anon!
Thank you so much for your prompt! I hope you like what I came up with 🥰 I loved going back to the One and Only universe. It was so much fun and I got a little reminiscent 😂.
The prompt is from the list here, where you find an overview over all my answers. (Original post of the prompt list here).
93. “That’s good, baby, keep doing that.”
Damen traced Laurent‘s soul mark with his tongue. He loved doing that. It was the most beautiful thing ever. It spread over Laurent‘s back like someone had caught the sun and pressed it under his skin.
"You‘re so beautiful, love,“ he said and felt the other man shudder under him. "You‘re perfect for me.“ He had promised himself he would talk to Laurent about it, about this. How the blond man always gasped a little louder, looked a little more desperate and held on a little tighter whenever Damen praised him. But then he had gotten home to Laurent spread out over his bed, naked and unashamed, his back to the door, the swell of his ass so delicious and provoking, and he couldn‘t have stopped himself then, could he?
He startled when Laurent pushed him away and rolled them over. "You seem awfully distracted, darling,“ he remarked before sucking his way down Damen‘s neck to his chest, where he sucked one nipple into his mouth. Damen moaned quietly.
"So good.“ He tangled his fingers in the soft, blond waves to keep Laurent‘s head and, more importantly, his mouth close. His soulmate, and it still excited Damen to be able to think that, pressed his hips down against Damen‘s thigh. He was hard and hot. Damen wanted him in his mouth, but that would mean that Laurent would stop paying attention to his chest and that would be horrible. He was so distracted by his own needs and wants, that he moaned long and loud when Laurent‘s hand wrapped around his cock.
"Awfully distracted,“ the blond repeated, breath hot against Damen‘s chest. He licked the pebbled nub once again before breathing over the wet spot. Damen squirmed.
"You like that, darling?“ Laurent looked up at him through long, golden lashes, while stroking him once from root to tip where he spread the fluid over the sensitive skin.
"Fuck.“ Damen was sure he‘d lose his mind. Laurent‘s lips were red, slightly swollen, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes dark. However, his gaze was intent, focused, predatory even.
"It‘s good, it‘s so good, baby,“ Damen gasped out and Laurent sighed softly, melted a little into his body, pressed his hips down once again. There was a wet trail cooling on Damen‘s thigh where Laurent‘s cock had drooled over his skin. It made him shiver and then the blond man applied his lips to Damen‘s other nipple and closed his teeth around the nub, before gently pulling.
Damen felt his back arch up from the bed. Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking fuck. Nobody had ever paid that much attention to his chest and he was seriously feeling cheated here. How come he had gone all his life without this?!
Laurent smirked against his skin, grazing his teeth over the flesh and sending sparks straight down to Damen's groin.
"That‘s good, baby, keep doing that,“ Damen encouraged, while splaying the fingers of his hand over the back of Laurent‘s head and gripping his ass with the other one. His soulmate groaned and held his hips that little bit harder. Damen bucked up, he felt the head of his dick drag over Laurent‘s stomach. Electric sparks ran through his body, the hairs on his arms started to rise and Laurent just kept going. He stroked him once more, softly, too light for Damen to receive any satisfaction and bit down on the nipple between his teeth.
"Fuck. Please, Laurent.“
Laurent obliged. He gripped him more firmly and started pulling him off in earnest while lavishing Damen‘s chest with all of his attention.
"Gods. Yes. Just like that, baby. So good.“
Laurent hummed and pressed down against him and Damen felt his eyes roll back in his head. He had never thought he‘d be so sensitive there.
"You‘re driving me crazy,“ he gasped out and Laurent moaned, softly but audibly and picked up his speed. His hips were rolling against Damen‘s thigh, he was sucking bruises into his chest and his hand around him was slick and firm, the pressure just right, and then he did something with his wrist, a flicker maybe?, and Damen was coming. Laurent stroked him through it, still slowly rolling his hips, his cock hard and insistent against Damen‘s thigh. It was so fucking hot Damen regretted not being 18 anymore. Having a refactoring period was shit in moments like these.
But then he looked into those blue eyes, tightened his grip on Laurent‘s ass and he said, "That was perfect, you‘re so good for me, love,“ and Laurent‘s face crumpled and he buried his helpless expression in Damen‘s neck. He was panting and moaning and then he was coming, hot semen warming Damen‘s skin.
"Oh fuck. Damianos, what are you doing to me?“, he gasped out. Damen didn‘t reply, he just dragged his fingers up from Laurent‘s ass over his spine and then back down again. They could talk later.
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(Not) Meant For You
Wrong Number/Modern AU
With the internet buzzing over Auguste and Damen’s latest fight and Auguste going off the rails a little bit, Laurent was fairly positive now was the worst possible time for him to accidentally send Damen a text meant for his ex. A text asking him for sex.
Auguste was going to kill him.
[[Read it on AO3]]
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Me, reading the plot summery for a fic: Oh this sounds interesting *click*
Fic: ~first person POV~
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Damen, admiring a sleeping Laurent: You’re so cute.
Laurent, sleepily: I could beat your ass.
Damen, lovingly: I know.
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Hihi!! 💝🌈 I wanted to thank uuu so much for the cute tag.. Im so happy everytime I see one of your new post, not only your fic but also you lil prompts, its the joy of my day! Haha hope you have a lovely day 🌺
Hey lovely! I'm so sorry I'm only answering now 😱 This one got swallowed up between multiple smut prompts.
I hope you know I adore you? This is so nice to read and to receive 😍 Gosh, thank you for telling me this 🥰. As an apology I have a little something under the cut (it's really very short, but I hope you like it nonetheless). You're the best and I really appreciate your support 🥰.
"Are you sure you want to do this?", Nik asked for the 100th time. Damen only rolled his eyes and pushed open the door to the studio.
"I am." He had wanted to do that since he had hooked up with this guy he had met during their vacation in Spain. He would do it, even with Nik trying to convince him otherwise.
"Have you actually read up on what could possibly go wrong? This is your dick we're talking about here."
Damen sighed. "Nik. That's why we're here. I'm doing this in a reputable shop. Nothing will go wrong. Chill out, for fuck's sake. It's almost as if you're the one getting the piercing." He walked up to the counter, the man behind it watched them with an amused expression on his face.
"Good day. Can I help you?"
Damen smiled at him. The guy was attractive, burly and likable. "Hello, I have an appointment here. I'm Damen. This is Nik, he's supposed to be here as moral support. However, he's not doing a very good job." The other man laughed. He had a nice laugh, full bodied and honest.
"Ah, yes, you're here for frenum piercing. I'm Jord, welcome in The Narcissus Shop. It will be just a minute. Would you like to sit down? Can I bring you something to drink?"
Damen nodded and sat down on the couch close to the entrance door. Nik fell down beside him with a plop and a nod to the guy.
"A water would be nice and if you have a camomile tea for Nik maybe? He needs to calm down."
Jord laughed again and Nik punched his shoulder. Damen grinned happily.
"I'll see what I can do," Jord promised and vanished through a door behind the counter. When he returned with a glass of water and a cup of steaming tea, a blond man stepped out behind him. He was tall and broad and he beamed at Nik and Damen.
"Hello, I'm Auguste, who of you is Damen?" Damen stood and went to shake his hand. The man was handsome, almost beautiful even, if he weren't that muscled and his jaw a little softer.
"I'm Damen. This is Nik. Just let him drink his tea before talking about my penis and a needle coming close to it. He's nervous. It's his first time." Damen grinned and Nik punched him again. "That's just because I always have to save your sorry ass from doing stupid shit, you bastard."
Auguste grinned, his gaze jumping between the two of them. He let it linger on Nik when he replied, "nice to meet you two. I promise I won't damage his penis long-term."
"Auguste, didn't we agree that you're not going to flirt with any customers?", a deep voice drawled. Damen turned his head and he felt his jaw drop to the floor. There stood a man, leaning on the doorframe to one of the back-rooms. He was gorgeous, striking, perfect.
"Oh, you're no fun, Laurent," Auguste pouted, but Damen couldn't tear his gaze away. Fuck.
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have emails gone out for author sign ups? sorry if that has been answered before!!
Writers will be able to sign up from July 3rd (which is instead the deadline for artists to join the reverse bang!)
We promise we'll give plenty of announcements here on tumblr ;)
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Damen and Auguste’s duel at Marlas (Akielon style)
Updated version + better quality of this cause there were a few things that bothered me and I was bored
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우리는 겨울에 갇힌 왕자를 위해 조화를 이루며 울부부입니다.
-𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘆, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿
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They tell him his moves are perfect, they tell him he’s on time and graceful. They tell him his technique is flawless, but, still, there’s something missing. He’s not dancing with his heart, he’s not letting go.
The Step Up AU where Laurent wants a place at Defleur Academy with all his heart and he’s not above dancing with some street crew to get it. He’s also not above writhing against Akielon Adonis’ chest, but that’s just how it all starts.
Rated: T, Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Words: 18,066
Guess who just lost a whole night’s worth of sleep because of this fic? Yeah, you’re right. Me. Do you want to know why? Because this fic got me so fascinated that I couldn’t shut my eyes and I didn’t even feel sleepy!
This fic just got me sighing for half of it and feeling excited to know what it would be like, for someone who watched the movie so many times, and loved it so much, to know how the next part would be pictured. And this writer just did an amazing work. The other half I was freaking out to know more more more.
I think it wouldn’t be the same to read it and not know the movie, because a lot of it depends on the movie dances and is based on it, but at the same time, now I don’t feel like I could watch it again and feel the same, you know? I wanted the same movie but with Damen and Laurent in it. Or perhaps not the same movie, but this fic’s movie.
When the angst hit I nearly cried of despair, such strong words, gosh my heart is weak… But at the end of it I was smiling like a fool and nearly crying of happiness and relief. I just loved this so much.
(The angst is there? It is, but it’s bearable because we know that most part of it is just Laurent being a fool.)
I hope you love it too!
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I am having thoughts about the Kingdom of Vere
So the Canadian-French accent comes from the French sailors / colonizers that were colonizing Canada. So their accent is closer to the one that the French of the Ancient Regime had (so closer than the French from France have today, like I).
And the Kingdom of Vere is inspired by this France, the one before the French Revolution. So we can assume the Veretians have the same way of speaking as them… Including the accent.
Meaning that Laurent has a Canadian accent. And his whole army has it too. And Niçaise, Ancel, Vanne, Auguste, the Regent, etc.
And I love this dea
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kastor wouldn't have committed patricide if he had had someone to call daddy during sex in canon
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Relationship: Damen/Laurent, Nikandros/Laurent
Summary: “When Nikandros arrives this afternoon,” says Damianos, “I expect you to give him a warm welcome.”
[Read it on AO3]
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so anyway pampered little prince x hopelessly devoted bodyguard is another trope i can't live without
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