#lamen fanfic

[mia-nina-lilly]

I'm living for the moment when this fanfic is updated:

Bells for him by Kybelles in OA3

Summary:

Damen's already unpleasant visit to Arles takes a sour turn when he and Laurent get into an argument.

“You’re unfair!” Laurent chokes out, wrapping his hands around Damen’s wrist, much like he did last night. “So what, just because I was –admittedly– a little cruel last night you decided to abandon me before the sun even rises? Do you want me to grovel at your feet? Beg for forgiveness?”

“I want no such thing,” Damen answers patiently. “You said yourself before we arrived here that our stay was going to last six months at most. We’re almost halfway done. Without me here to distract you, the time will fly and before you know it, we will reunite in our new palace.”

Laurent’s lower lip wobbles.

“You’re willing to stay away from me for that long, then?”

Damen doesn’t hesitate to answer honestly. “If it will make you stop resenting me, yes.”

“Resent you?! I don’t–”

“You compared me to your uncle, Laurent.”

I REALLY LOVED THIS 🥀✨🥀✨

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[shealwaysreads]

Measure

Laurent wasn’t a small man. 

He’d been a boy still, when he lost Auguste, and had looked up to him in the same way he had at an oak tree. But their nursemaid had shown him—before his uncle had unceremoniously dismissed her—where she had kept track of Auguste’s growth. Little notches on the wooden doorframe. That last mark was not long before his twenty-fifth birthday, he was so good, so kind to indulge me… she had told him. Laurent had stood next to it, the morning after his own twentieth birthday. He had already outgrown his big brother. 

Daily riding, sword practice, and the rigorous demands he made of his own body had built and defined it. He was stronger than he looked. He had inherited his father’s broad shoulders, along with his mother’s fair hair. He had managed to masquerade in a gown only due to his talent for self-control and knowing how to use his body both to repel and attract.

Laurent wasn’t a small man. But next to Damen—Damianos; his lover; a king; Exalted—next to him, Laurent felt almost petite. Their contrast was complete: hair, eyes, skin. Size. 

When they stood together, the top of Laurent’s head came only to Damen’s shoulder. When they embraced he could turn his ear and hear Damen’s heart beat. When he rested his hand over Damen’s—fair skin on dark, though both callused from horsemanship and warfare—his fingers looked delicate, his palm small. 

When he sat like this, straddling Damen’s sturdy hips, feeling the prickle of his hairy thighs against his ass, their cocks—both hard, blood-flushed and throbbing—lay next to each other against Damen’s belly. Laurent took them both in his hands, wrapping his fingers around their combined girth. Like this, he saw the difference between them too. Damen was thicker, longer, bigger.

It didn’t make Laurent doubt himself, he knew Damen was pleased with him and his body and all the ways it made Damen feel. 

No, Laurent loved the difference. 

He loved knowing his own strength and loved knowing that behind him at every step was Damen, towering. 

He loved the solid mass of muscle and bone that meant Damen could hold him down and take, but wouldn’t, unless Laurent wanted it. 

And he loved this. He loved taking Damen’s cock—heavy and hot—in his hand, and guiding it into himself. Loved the slow, aching slide down. Loved how long it took to settle himself back down into the cradle of Damen’s hips and thighs. How deep he felt Damen inside of him, right up in his belly. He loved the strain in his thighs as he rose high onto his knees before dropping back down. He loved it like winning a horse race, loved it like climbing a summit. 

Damen was a mountain, in every sense, and Laurent was the man who reached the peak and relished the true size of the achievement.

Read it here on Ao3 🖤

Written as part of @captiveprincekinktober for the prompt 'size difference’

Part of the Such-Like I Love Series

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[irregularcollapse]

sigh I haven’t written in over a week because I’ve been slowly slowly (as quickly as my fibro will allow) moving house, and I’m feeling really disconnected from you all because I haven’t been reaching out, but!

Here’s the first paragraph of Chapter I of my current WIP, the Laurent x Damen Gothic Horror AU that I’ve titled A Storm That Took Everything.

I wonder what that goat is a sign of :) something nice for Damen, I hope :) maybe a sign that he will make a cool friend or have yummy goat for dinner :)

#my writing #captive prince fanfic #capri fic #lamen fanfic #captive prince #welcome to the vibe of upcoming gothic AU #welcome to Damen pov #welcome to dank rot imagery and looking for symbols in everything #welcome to paranoia time! #working title: #Damen and the terrible horrible no good very bad autumn #a storm that took everything fic

[ghaniblue]

Hand in unlovable hand by thickenmyhand (Damen/Laurent, Nicaise, E, 430k)

Damen and Laurent break up. Nicaise brings them back together.

Featuring: getting back together, Damen & Laurent parenting Nicaise, past CSA, toxic masculinity, therapy, pining, modern AU, ensemble cast

I accidentally started reading a 400k+ Captive Prince fic. I'm on chapter 7 and need someone to scream with about this fic. This Damen is... idk, I can't decide between a sadly disappointed headshake and trying to wring his obtuse neck. But I'm so invested in his (slow omg sooo painfully slow) emotional growth and his relationship with his not-son Nicaise and his painful not-divorce from Laurent.

I did not plan to spend my Easter weekend reading Lamen fic, but here I am. I cannot stop.

#lamen #capri fanfic #capri recs #lamen recs #captive prince #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #nicaise #damen x laurent #laurent x damen #lamen fanfic #acari recs

[bluecurtains21]

help me find a lamen fic (again) pls

hi! been looking for a while and can’t find anything :(

here’s some stuff i remember:

kid fic

lamen have a daughter

the fic goes through decades of lamen’s post-canon lives

it’s a nicaise lives au

there’s a scene where nicaise asks(?) for lamen’s blessing to get married (i think to a girl?) can’t remember why he needs their blessing, but maybe he just wants it

there’s a scene where lamen are informing their daughter that they’ll be stepping down and she’ll become queen

i don’t think it ends with lamen dying? but it might, not too sure

i prob last read it a few years ago, if that helps

pretty sure it was a one shot?

any help would be much appreciated :)

#lamen #lamen fic #fic #fanfic #lamen fanfic #nicaise lives #kid fic #capri #captive prince #prince gambit #kings rising

[kaleidoskuls]

everything is So Gay™ holy shit (i am reading fanfiction)

[my-deep-dark-secret]

#i feel like i should be concerned #archiveofourown #ao3fic #ateez #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ao3feed #ao3 link #fanfic #fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 stuff #the captive prince #capri #lamen #woosan #woojoong #seongjoong #ateez yungi

[tajmutthall]

my absolute favorite Captive prince fanfictions.

I had hoped that simply marking "rec" for the ones I really liked would narrow it down for myself and others. But after doing that for a while, I am approaching 500 stories and I don't really want that many in my "absolute favoritest" list. So I am slowly going back through them and adding the ones that really stick with me to this collection , Taj MuttHall Capri favorite fanfiction. Enjoy!

(and let me know if there are stories I should check out that aren't on either of my lists.)

#captive prince #damen captive prince #laurent captive prince #laurent x damen #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #lamen #favorite captive prince #my capri recs #captive prince recs #captive prince fanfic #intriguing stories or great writing or good sex or usually at least two of the above #taj original #taj mutthall

[pagemelt]

Re: Kastor's bachelor party

Concordia by Ccainao3

#captive prince #capri #lamen #captive prince fanfic #fanfic

[tschulijulesjulie]

the amount of times i almost accidentally tagged something as 'damen of vere' instead of 'damen of akielos' is truly astonishing

(there is a fanfic in this, i feel it...

"the first time it happened, it was truly accidental. a nervous courier stumbling over his own words while delivering the message.

'To King Damianos of Vere', he recited, stopped, flushed and continued with a wavering voice.

'To King Damianos of Akielos and Prince Laurent of Vere'.

It was all so new yet, it happened.

The second time it was decidedly not an accident. It probably wasn't the second time either, only the second time, Damen heard.

The Kyroi were speaking in hushed voices, arguing. Not all of them were equally convinced of the alliance.

"The King", one said.

"Damianos of Vere", another one interrupted. He spit the false name out like it was an insult.

Damen didn’t feel like it was.

There was the sound of an open hand hitting a face, hard.

"The King of Akielos", the first voice said.

Damen memorized who had argued for him and who needed some convincing, then turned and departed without his presence ever been noticed.

The third time it was spoken as a joke.

The men of the Kings guard - the Veretian Kings guard, although it weren't all Veretians anymore - were cramped into one corner of the great hall of Makedons humble home.

At the other side there were Laurent and Makedon engrossed in conversation and drink.

Damen had stealthily exchanged a couple of Laurents goblets with water but there still was a heavy blush on his cheeks.

The wine was good and heady and Damen would probably still have to carry Laurent to their bed later that night.

'It's alright, I can handle it', Laurent had said, privately, to him earlier. And then more quietly, 'I trust you.'

It had made Damen want to punch something, someone.

Now Lazar invited him to sit with them. Pallas, next to him flushed even more. It was edging on improper to invite a king like this.

But Damen had fought with these men, listened to their gossip over a campfire and cheap wine.

Their conversation was bawdy and Damen listened with a smile playing around his lips. There was an easy companionship with these men, that he couldn't find with anyone else.

'They call you Damianos of Vere', Lazar proclaimed, "behind your back." It was with a curiosity in his eyes, daring.

Pallas flushed even more, looking scandalized, his tanned skin not enough to hide any of it.

Jord threw Lazar a heavy look.

Damen had heard these and other men often enough refer to Laurent as a stone-cold son of a bitch. He had thought they could come up with better.

The fourth time it again was an accident. The villagers had never seen royalty before and were openly staring at them, high on their horses.

A Child, not even reaching to their mothers hip yet, peaked up at them and asked, 'Are you the King of Vere?'

Their mother flushed, opened her mouth to apologise, or correct it.

Damen smiled openly at the child. 'No, that is Laurent, the King of Vere. I'm Damianos of Akielos. But we rule this country together. Is there anything we can do for you?'

The fifth time it was a messenger again, rushed and without noticing his mistake.

Damen looked at Laurent when he said 'King Damianos of Vere'. There was a smile in his eyes that he carefully kept from his mouth.

---

They lay sated in bed, the sheets tangled around their limbs and the sweat cooling on their skin.

In a moment Laurent would get up to get something to clean up. In a moment Damen would let him.

Right now he was holding onto him a little longer.

'I like it, when they call me that', he said. 'Makes me feel like I belong to you.'

'Don't you?', Laurent asked, his fingers slipping to the gold cuff around Damens wrist.

'Yes. But i like the way it sounds.'

Laurent made a content sound when Damen pulled him a little closer, a little up, so he could bury his face in his neck.

He kissed him there, then moved up to his ear, where he bit carefully.

Laurent breathed out a laugh.

When he finally lifted his head to gaze at him, Damens eyes were sparkling.

'There is a nice ring to it', he said, eyes crinkled. 'maybe I'll put it on my official signature. Damianos of Vere, King of Akielos and Vere, Husband of Laurent, King of Vere and Akielos."

#5 times someone calls him Damianos of Vere and one time he calls himself that #damen of vere #finally i can actually tag it like this #damen of akielos #laurent of vere #damen x laurent #captive prince #lamen #captive prince fanfic #tschuli writes

[laurents-peach]

I think college au lamen would be so funny if they were roommates and they absolutely can’t stand each other at first even though they secretly want to bang so bad. Till they hook up at a frat part. Neither of them are drunk but both of them act drunk. They try and pretend they were too drunk to remember what happened but they slowly start inching their way to being friends. Till another part where they are both actually drunk and confess to each other to not being drunk the previous time. And Damen is crying on the stairs with his face smooshed between the banister about how he knows laurent hates him but he likes Laurent’s smile so much and it’s just not fair. And laurent is petting his hair, all of it taking a half hour for it to sink in for both of them. After that they don’t even talk about it they just are together in the most committed loving relationship anyone has ever seen

#captive prince #laurent and damen #lamen #college au #idiots to lovers #captive prince fanfic

[castironnbitch]

Eat It Up

Read the full text on AO3

Summary: Laurent, overwhelmed in a crowded bar, tells Damen to dance. Damen delivers.

Inspiration: This story was inspired by tags from @kybelles on this post and the video from the post itself.

Beta reading, love, and encouragement from the lovely @irregularcollapse <3

Snippet under the cut

“Nikadros has invited us to the opening of his new restaurant. Chtapódi.” Auguste’s flat tone belies his interest. Laurent’s lip curls as he waits for his brother to inevitably continue. “Some fancy Akielon place on Mirabeau.”

Laurent sighs, adjusting his wrist upon his knee. Auguste is watching him, face partially illuminated by his phone screen. “How pedestrian.” Laurent’s boredom is authentic. 

“Will you go?” 

Laurent dislikes the way Auguste smiles at him. 

“When?” 

Silence. And then: “Tonight.”

“Auguste—”

“Damen will be there.” The words come in a rush. Auguste, apparently, has moved past his dramatic pauses. 

Laurent is careful, ascetic in his tone, his posture, every wisp of hair. “And you believe I care about Damianos of Akielos’ whereabouts tonight.”

“I know you do,” Auguste says, thumbs flying across his phone screen. 

Laurent heaves another sigh, uncrossing his legs and standing elegantly from Auguste’s deep-seated navy sofa. 

“We’re taking separate vehicles,” he states, straight-backed and collected as he leaves his brother in the living room.

Read the full text on AO3

#captive prince #lamen #damen x laurent #laurent x damen #captive prince fanfic #kybelles #irregularcollapse #mine #i hope you enjoy guys i had a lot of fun writing this <3 #photo is a screencap from the video #go watch it its hot

[shealwaysreads]

Caught

Laurent arched, catlike, and turned to catch Damen’s eye.

“Damen, come on—” he sighed, stretched, threw down the gauntlet “—like you mean it. Like you want me with child. Deeper.”

Damen’s hips stuttered—he couldn’t—they couldn’t—but suddenly, he wanted—then drove forward.

Soon he spilled, but held still.

“Let it take, Laurent.”

Read it here on Ao3 🖤

Written as part of @captiveprincekinktober for the prompt ‘breeding'

Part of the Such-Like I Love Series

#captiveprincekinktober #shameless abuse of em dashes #but it still counts as a microfic #kinktober #captive prince #lamen #damen x laurent #capri #capri fanfic #my writing #mine #such-like i love #things to read

[irregularcollapse]

“You may do as you wish.”

“As I wish? I haven’t dared wish. I have prayed, in my weakest moments, and I have mindlessly coveted, but I haven’t dared to wish.”

even in another time

by phlegmatic

a Laurent x Damen time slip romance | read now on AO3

On holiday with his brother in Ios, Laurent bathes in a hot spring. Unfortunately, he drowns. Even more unfortunately, when he surfaces somehow, he finds himself thrust back in time. Dropped into the middle of a mythologised ancient war for the Akielon throne, he is determined to get back to the modern day - even after ending up kidnapped (or perhaps rescued) by the rightful King, Damianos.

updates every Sunday 🏛️

1. Alex Stoddard (2022) via twitter 2. Arch of Hysteria - Louise Bourgeois (1993) via MOMA 3. Statue of Marsyas - Roman (unknown) via World History Encyclopaedia 4. Hadrian’s Library, Athens - mine (2016) 5. A Man - Hawara (AD 125-150) via The Portrait Timeline 6. Orange tree - unknown via Pinterest 7. Theseus and the Minotaur - Antonio Canova (1781-83) via Flickr 8. Ouroboros, Goblet d'Alviella Mausoleum - Georges Houtstont (1887-1889) via Wikimedia Commons 9. Alex Stoddard (2022) via twitter 10. Sappho, translated by Anne Carson in If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho (2002)

#captive prince #laurent x damen #damen x laurent #lamen #captive prince fic #captive prince fanfic #my writing #yes we're doing fic moodboards like it's 2016 #[pats my fic proudly] you can fit so much motif and symbolism into this bad boy #if you like mythological romances #if you like stories where the end is set from the start #if you like characters pulled out of time #if you like a love that has a sense of being something greater #if you like prose that leans dangerously close to purple at times #maybe read it :) #someone said they're enjoying it and they're not even a capri fan #SO IF THAT ISN'T A GOOD REVIEW #idk what is #even in another time fic

[ao3feed-damenlaurent]

For you Ill kneel

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0DNP7ci by aheadfullofbooks Damen kneeled and, slowly, pointedly, bowed his head and kissed Laurent's thigh. Then, against the expanse of clothed flesh, he whispered, “my King”. In the quiet spectrum of human gestures, kneeling was a potent action. A show of submission, a supplication of mercy, a proclamation of devotion and worship - all these found meaning in the genuflection of a bent knee. But now they were equal - not only in rank and power, but in truer ways. Words: 7177, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Damen (Captive Prince), Laurent (Captive Prince) Relationships: Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince) Additional Tags: Post-Book 3: Kings Rising (Captive Prince), Ascension, Character Study, all my stories are character studies, action who what where, Fluff, happiness, no sadness here, happy ever after, Just idiots in love, ran out of words to describe so much smiling, Smut, Rimming, Fingering, Anal Sex, no beta we die like Nicaise (decapitated despite trying our best) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0DNP7ci

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[kempt]

“Hello?” Damianos grumbled, still half-asleep as he leaned his head on the pillow again, the phone on top of his ear. He grimaced when he heard the amount of noise coming from the other side of the line, “Hello?” he tried again, louder this time.

“Damen, my guy!” Auguste yelled, “Damen, Damen, Damen! I need you to come here now, my friend, right in this moment,”

Damianos grimaced one more time, propping himself up as he noticed that he probably wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again as soon as he wanted. He rubbed his face with his free hand, holding the phone a few inches away from his ear, there really was a lot of noise where Auguste was, “What’s going on?”

“Laurent is– dear God, easy now, Loulou, Damen is on his way,” Auguste went on talking, the music fading away in the background. He heard Laurent’s voice, slow and groggy, “No, please,” and then Auguste crooning, “Yes~”

“He clearly doesn’t want me there,” Damianos said, his eyebrows snapping up, “Have you tried calling Aimeric? Or Ancel, even?”

“For God’s sake, Damianos,” Auguste scoffed, “Do you think those twinks would be able to carry him out of here? You overestimate them. And my night isn’t over yet, so get your ass over here right now,”

“Right,” Damianos sighed, hanging up. Those DeVeres. “I told you,” he heard Nikandros’ voice in his head.

He sadly said goodbye to his warm, fluffy bed, putting some pants on before walking out of his room – well, not only his, it was Laurent’s room too. He replayed their fight in his mind as he made his way to the parking lot, thinking now that it really had been such a silly thing to fight over, but had turned into a big argument anyways because Laurent had gotten so upset he accepted to go out with Auguste, which definitely was a bad sign, even if after he had said he was fine. He should have stopped him, but who could stop Laurent DeVere when he set his mind to something?

He arrived at the club within just a few minutes. Auguste was right in front of the building with Laurent by his side, the both of them sitting on the curb. Auguste waved at him when he stopped the car in front of them, but Laurent didn’t acknowledge his presence – maybe he was too drunk to do so. He quickly got out of the car and walked over to them, opening the backseat door so Auguste could get Laurent inside.

“You wish,” Auguste said when he turned to them. He helped Laurent up and just gently pushed his brother into Damianos’ arms, “Good night, lovebirds,” he said, waving and making his way back into the club. Damianos sighed, he should have expected something like this from Auguste. Apparently his brain was still slow from sleeping.

“Alright,” Damianos murmured to himself, wrapping his arms around Laurent, who grunted this time, annoyed with the movement, and rubbed his face against his chest. That sound allowed Damianos to smile a little bit. 

He carefully guided Laurent into the backseat, watching him curl up like a cat before closing the door and going back to the driver’s seat. As soon as he started driving, Laurent started babbling incoherently.

“Laurent,” Damianos said, looking at him through the rearview mirror, “Laurent, are you okay?”

Then he heard that sound – a characteristic sound Laurent made when he was crying, like a sob. He slowed down and, incapable of stopping himself, turned his head to look at Laurent, watching as he pressed his face against his own shoulder. He looked forward again and stretched his hand to touch him, but got a slap in response. Laurent really was crying like a baby and all he wanted to do was stop the car and cradle him in his arms.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it, sweetheart,” Damianos said, looking back at him again.

“Shut up,” Laurent murmured, hoarse, “You’re so stupid. Asshole.” he went on cursing in between sobs. Damianos shook his head to himself.

“Is this still about Jokaste?”

“Choke on that bitch’s name,”

Damianos scoffed and remained silent. He knew Laurent had long lost the capacity of staying quiet near him and it was only a matter of time until he started chattering. Laurent sat down abruptly, leaning his head on the window. 

“I don’t want to talk about that anymore,” Laurent said, his voice sounding softer now, but it was clear that he had been crying. It made him sound fragile. Damianos nodded. “When we get home, I just want to curl up by your side and sleep all day,” he babbled. Damianos looked at him and he had his eyes closed again.

“Okay,” he said.

They were silent for a few minutes more and, just when Damianos thought he had fallen asleep, he heard Laurent’s voice again.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” he asked, casually as if he was talking about the weather, “And you keep– keep talking and talking about Jokaste, what am I supposed to do? Encourage you? Again? I’m tired of this…” he was crying. Damianos reminded himself that he was still driving. “I’ve always been here, but you never see me, I’ve never been an option for you!”

“Laurent,” Damianos said, “You should try to rest now, okay? We’re almost home, then we can talk,” he looked back, “You will end up saying something you will regret later,”

“I regret meeting you,” Laurent murmured, then fell silent. Damianos sighed, he knew Laurent didn’t mean those words, but it still stung the same way.

They made it home after a few minutes. Damianos picked Laurent up to prevent him from hurting himself trying to walk. He grumbled and complained a lot, but didn’t say anything else and part of Damianos was grateful for that.

“I’m sorry I said that,” Laurent murmured against his shoulder. It sounded like he was crying again. He gently squeezed him, watching the floors go by. “I wasn’t… thinking,”

“That’s  unusual,”

“Was I ever an option for you?” he asked, low and fragile, hesitant. Damianos had never heard him speak in such a tone.

“We’ll talk after you’ve calmed down a little,”

#purely and entirely based on cruel summer by our saint taylor swift #i really enjoyed writing this and HOPEFULLY (i really want to) i'll write more for it like a chapter two kind of moment yk #if the post is too big please tell me so i put a read more #lamen #captive prince #my writing #fanfic #damianos/laurent #damen/laurent #auguste of vere #laurent of vere #damianos of akielos