#captive prince fanfic
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Kbjs0F6If someone waved a piece of fabric at Damen during a tourney, the only reasonable response was for him to grab it, use it to wipe the sweat and oil from his face, and discard it.
Of course, sometimes Damen forgot he was dealing with a confounding, convoluted people who lacked even a modicum of common sense.
Veretians.Words: 3212, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of A Courtship in Miscommunication
- Fandoms:Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat
- Rating:General Audiences
- Warnings:No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories:M/M
- Characters:Laurent (Captive Prince),Damen (Captive Prince),Auguste (Captive Prince),Nikandros (Captive Prince)
- Relationships:Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince)
- Additional Tags: Pre-Canon,Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence,Auguste Lives (Captive Prince),No battle at Marlas,Pre-Relationship,Fluff,Developing Relationship,Cultural Differences,Misunderstandings,Language Barrier,Miscommunication,POV Laurent (Captive Prince),Protective Auguste,Mutual Pining,Getting Together,Courting Rituals,Declarations Of Love
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Kbjs0F6
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Kbjs0F6If someone waved a piece of fabric at Damen during a tourney, the only reasonable response was for him to grab it, use it to wipe the sweat and oil from his face, and discard it.
Of course, sometimes Damen forgot he was dealing with a confounding, convoluted people who lacked even a modicum of common sense.
Veretians.Words: 3212, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of A Courtship in Miscommunication
- Fandoms:Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat
- Rating:General Audiences
- Warnings:No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories:M/M
- Characters:Laurent (Captive Prince),Damen (Captive Prince),Auguste (Captive Prince),Nikandros (Captive Prince)
- Relationships:Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince)
- Additional Tags: Pre-Canon,Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence,Auguste Lives (Captive Prince),No battle at Marlas,Pre-Relationship,Fluff,Developing Relationship,Cultural Differences,Misunderstandings,Language Barrier,Miscommunication,POV Laurent (Captive Prince),Protective Auguste,Mutual Pining,Getting Together,Courting Rituals,Declarations Of Love
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Kbjs0F6
Summary: Coming from a country whose dress customarily exposed much of one’s body, Damen never thought he would become flustered over the thin skin of an inner wrist, or the elegant curve of an ankle bone. Yet, as with most things involving Laurent, Damen found himself helpless in the face of a suitor whose form was perpetually shrouded in no less than five layers.
Chapter Two, A Taste of Patras, here on AO3.Excerpt below:
It was difficult, having an extended courtship that precluded any physical intimacy.
It was strenuous when one’s suitor strolled into a room full of visiting royals and dignitaries and courtiers, having traded his already customarily tight clothes for an outfit that challenged any sense of decency.
Surely Damen had never seen someone so fully dressed be so exposed; none of the materials Laurent wore were transparent, like a pet or slave’s, yet each layer cleaved to his form with a familiar longing.
A bright yellow jacket, barely able to close over the span of Laurent’s chest, was held closed by a measly thread that left the rest of the jacket’s material spilling outward. The curve of his sides, from his ribs, down his cinched waist, and to his hips, were profanely concave. His chest and stomach were concealed by a blue shirt too light to be a part of Laurent’s own wardrobe, yet seemed scandalously exposed. Coral-pink laces trailed where only eyes dared, and Damen’s fingers twitched hopelessly to unfasten them. At another time, Damen might find such colour choices offensive.
The smooth lines of Laurent’s legs were graced by the strangest pants Damen had ever seen — a feat, given his continued bafflement at the concept of pants. These hugged Laurent’s thighs so tightly, the flex of muscles was visible with each step he took through the silent court. A thrilling intimation of strength under his soft outward appearance.
But the strangeness came from the trousers’ length: they stopped just above Laurent’s knees before giving way — it was convenient Damen was currently seated — to stockings such a shade of white they looked, at first deceitful glance, like naked flesh. And they may as well have been, for the way the silk stretched over Laurent’s shins and around the curves of his calves, concealing absolutely nothing save for the exact hue of his skin.
Familiarity was found only in the haughty lift of the young prince’s chin as he strode toward the royal table, gaze refusing to settle on any person. Even his gait, with which Damen was intimately familiar, was unusual this evening. The permanent insouciance that eased the grace of his limbs was replaced with a stiffness befitting the moniker of “frigid” that Veretian courtiers quickly learned to never use in Damen’s hearing range.
It must be the footwear, he realised. Though heeled footwear was customary to Veretian men, Laurent’s usual boots were swapped for shoes that did not reach above his ankles. They were as tight as the rest of his ensemble, almost disproportionately small, especially against the overlarge bows that flopped forward over his toes.
The top of each foot was left uncovered by the shoes. With the sheerness of the stockings, one could easily imagine Laurent’s legs were exposed from his knees to the tops of his feet.
Damen was parched.
part the sand from the sea
Captive Prince Reverse Big Bang 2019 - @capri-bigbang2k19
Laurent/Damianos, G, completed, 20k
tags: merman!laurent, blacksmith!damen, demigod!damen,“Hello?” he calls and the singing abruptly stops, the last cut-off note echoing off the rocks around him before they too fade into nothing. “Are you alright?” he tentatively calls, his voice thick, and receives nothing in answer but the sorrowful tune still rings in his ears. He sighs, looking away from the cliff side and down at his one submerged foot. He swings it from side to side in small figure eight motions, watching as the waves distort the shape of his foot and the fit of his sandal.
“I know how you feel.” He says quietly to the sea air, wiping his tears away with the heel of his palm.
“Do you?” A voice asks back and he startles so badly he loses his balance and falls off the boulder he’s been sitting on and into the ocean. When his head breeches the water it’s to the sound of laughter echoing off the cliffs around them – and to the sight of glittering blue eyes. “I apologize for startling you.”
Gills, webbed and pointed ears. The haunting singing from before. A tail.
“You… You’re–” He can’t make himself say it. It’s impossible. Isn’t it?
“A Veretian?” The man says, his speaking voice just as melodic as his singing voice.
Based on the lovely @diamythal‘s art and prompt: Merman Laurent
[diamythal’s art can be viewed and loved and fawned over and reblogged here]
[read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22113886]
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