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therisingkings · 8 months

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All is Well

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The dungeons beneath the castle were unpleasant, to say the least. Since the castle was still less than three years old, there were hardly any prisoners. Just a handful of Akielons that had stirred up trouble in Delfeur and were awaiting trial, and the man who Damen faced now.

Upon closer inspection, he was native Veretain. His hair was fiery red, his eyes a dull gray. He wasn’t the one that had stabbed Laurent, but Damen was still instantly filled with rage at the sight of him.

“You will not speak to any of my men,” Damen said as he approached the bars. “But you will speak to me.”

The man looked up, rolling his head back against the cell wall. The right side of his face was swollen where Damen had punched him. He said in Veretain, “We stuck your bed boy good, didn’t we?”

The rage flared up again inside of Damen, and carefully, he managed it. “If you provide me with the details of your plan and the men you work with, I will spare your life.”

That got the man’s attention. “I expected an execution.”

“Then you stabbed the wrong King. Had it been me you stabbed, you would not have been given a shred of mercy.”

“But?”

It was difficult to say. “But I understand that you must have been put in a situation that compelled you to think that killing your King would make your life better. I intend to give you the means to get out of that situation and give you a chance to start your life new, if you provide me with the information I want.” Damen spread his hands, a Veretain gesture he’d learned from Laurent. “Think of it as an exchange.”

The man cocked his head. “And I have your word?”

“You have the word of a King.”

His boots scraped against the stone floor as he adjusted his position. “The Regent saved my family.”

Damen’s gaze flickered to where Nikandros picked his way towards him. He focused back on the assassin.

“It was a year or two after the King and Prince Auguste died. Our village’s trade routes to Patras were cut off when the Akielons took over Delfeur. My father went to plead for help and so the Regent did. He provided us with the funds and connections we needed to begin trading with Vask.

“The others all had similar stories. The Regent was a savior. He was a true King. That child on the throne never deserved his position. He didn’t lift a finger at the border until he was forced to. He is a petulant—”

The man stopped as Nikandros came to stand beside Damen, his arms crossed.

Damen let the silence push the man. It worked.

“I hope he’s dead. I hope he dies. I don’t care that you are his husband. You will be a better ruler for Vere than him.”

“I appreciate your honesty,” Damen said through his teeth. “But I don’t care about your opinion. Are there more of your group?”

“No. We all had military experience. We thought— we knew it was a suicide mission.”

“How did you get onto the grounds?”

The man laughed. “That was the easy part. Don’t you Akielons say that all Veretains look the same? We left three of your scouts a mile out.”

“Are they alive?”

“Not anymore. We left them tied up to a couple boulders on the beach. The tide would have taken them by now.”

Beside Damen, Nikandros’ jaw flickered with tension. That was a cruel way to kill a man. To leave him lashed to a rock, unable to escape as the waves beat on him until he eventually drowned.

“Why did you kill them?”

The man shrugged. “Does it matter?”

It didn’t, really. They’d be dead whether the cause was justified or not.

Damen nodded to Nikandros as he stepped back. “I have all the information I need. Kill him.”

“What?” The man lunged for the bars. “You promised you’d let me go!”

Damen didn’t bother to look back as he said, “I lied.”

*****

The next few days were hard. Laurent’s fever climbed until he no longer recognized Damen.

That was the worst of it. Damen came into the room to find Laurent white in the face.

He said, “Please, tell uncle that I don’t want to do it anymore. Can I go back to my room?”

For this room was befitting of a king, draped in blue and red. It was where the Regent would have stayed, had he still been alive.

Damen knelt beside the bed. Pascal had warned him about this. The fever combined with the sleeping drought Laurent had been taking could lead to confusion and temporary amnesia.

Damen lifted a hand and Laurent flinched away. He said, “Your uncle is dead, my love. You are King. This is your bedroom.”

Laurent just stared at him.

Sighing, Damen pushed to his feet. He mixed together some of the crushed willow bark and water Pascal had given to him. “Drink this. It will help you feel better.”

Laurent frowned at the glass. He was shaking slightly and the water sloshed.

Damen took his wrist, guiding the glass to his lips. To his surprise, Laurent took it, downing the glass slowly.

“Good,” Damen purred. “That’s it.”

Once he was done, Damen helped him lay back down. Lifting Laurent’s shirt, he found that the bandages were still clean, which was a good sign. He’d been worried Laurent might have opened his stitches when he sat up on his own.

Laurent caught his hand when he made to pull away, studying the lines of his palm. “You are… Akielon?”

Damen braced himself. “I am.”

“And you’re married?” Laurent traced his wedding band. “But rings are a Veretain tradition.”

Damen’s heart began to pound. His golden slave cuff was concealed by his sleeve just inches away from Laurent’s fingertips. Laurent’s own cuff was in plain sight, as well as his ring. Damen wasn’t sure what he remembered, and he didn’t want to freak him out. Laurent was already behaving surprisingly acquiescent, which either meant he didn’t recognize Damen, or didn’t remember that he killed his brother.

Damen said carefully, “I am married to a Veretain.”

Laurent’s eyes were wide and open. “There is peace, then?”

“Yes. Because of you.”

“Me?” Laurent glanced back down at their hands. A long finger traced the lines of Damen’s palm. “I think I… I think I remember now.”

“What do you remember?”

Laurent was silent for a moment, contemplative, and then he pulled back, pushing himself back up. Damen reached to help him, but Laurent practically exploded away from him. He scrambled across the bed, lunging for the knife on the opposite nightstand.

Damen cursed, but let him slip away. “Laurent,” he said steadily.

Laurent stood on the opposite side of the bed, brandishing the knife. “I don’t know how you got in here—”

“Laurent.”

“But do not expect to leave with your life.”

Damen rounded the bed slowly, hands up as if approaching a wild animal.

“Guards! Guards!” Laurent backed away as Jord burst into the room.

Damen flung out a hand. “He’s fine, Jord.”

Laurent tried to strike Damen with the knife as he neared, cursing at him.

Damen knocked the knife aside. “Do that, and we’ll have two incapacitated rulers.”

Laurent tried to hit him with his fist this time, but his strength failed him. Damen caught him before he could fall and Laurent beat weakly against his chest.

“Are you here to kill me too? One prince wasn’t enough?”

Damen closed his eyes, trapping Laurent in his arms. He said to Jord, “Please, go get Pascal.”

The door clicked shut and they were alone again.

Laurent thrashed. “Let me go. Let me go, you—”

“Laurent, sweetheart, you are going to hurt yourself.” Damen manhandled him as gently as he could back onto the bed, which was hardly gentle at all. He rested his head atop Laurent’s, sighing. “I am your husband.”

That didn’t help. Laurent spat curse words Damen had never even heard of and tried to bite Damen’s hand. After a few more moments of struggle, he stilled, panting. “What do you want from me?” he hissed.

“I want you to get better. You are not yourself.”

Laurent let out a noise that Damen suspected was supposed to be a laugh, but stopped halfway up his throat.

They sat in silence until Pascal came.

Pascal was angry. “You better not have torn your stitches, you foolish boy.”

Very few people in the two kingdoms could get away with calling King Laurent of Vere a foolish boy, but Pascal had reserved that right from caring for him for most of his life.

Laurent squinted at him. “You are just going to let this Akielon—”

“Silence. Lift his shirt.”

It was easier said than done. Laurent squirmed until Damen had had enough and called Jord back in to help.

Pascal scrutinized the wound. “You have torn your stitches, so we will have to redo them.”

“How the fuck do you expect that to happen?” Damen had narrowly avoided being headbutted more than once.

Pascal put his hands on his hips. “You will have to hold him. You did it before.”

“He didn’t want to kill me before!”

“Figure it out,” Paschal snapped. “I need to get my tools ready.”

Laurent looked at Damen like he was about to spit fire in his eyes.

“Don’t make this difficult,” Damen warned as he switched his grip.

Laurent took the opportunity to sink his teeth into Damen’s arm.

“Motherfucker!” Damen shouted, yanking his arm away. “Jord, help me!”

Together, they got Laurent under control and as still as possible. Damen had to put his knee on Laurent’s chest, using his weight to hold him down, and pinned his arms above his head while Jord held his legs.

Paschal muttered to himself as he pulled out the old stitches, making Laurent scream. Damen pressed down harder.

Thankfully, Paschal worked quickly. By the end of it, Laurent was crying, “Let me go. Let me go.”

Paschal and Jord pulled away, the latter with a pale face. Damen eased his weight off slowly and Laurent turned onto his good side, sobbing into his pillow.

“Maybe it’s best if you leave, Your Majesty.” Paschal packed his things into his bag. “His mind is in a very fragile state and your face likely isn’t helping.”

“I’m not leaving him,” Damen growled.

“Damen, look at him.” Jord put a hand on his shoulder.

Damen didn’t want to look. Once more, Laurent’s side was covered in blood and his body shook with his cries. Damen closed his eyes. “Fine, but I want someone to fetch me the moment he’s lucid.”

“Of course.”

Paschal said to Jord, “I’ll get him something to eat. Stay here.”

Damen went to the other side of the bed as Paschal left. He touched Laurent’s cheek, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. “Will you let me kiss you goodbye?”

Laurent’s blue eyes were bright with fever and shining with tears. He hissed with a vicious coldness that Damen had not heard in a long time, “Do not touch me.”

Damen backed away, nodding to Jord. “I’m serious. You send for me the moment it’s safe.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Jord bowed his head.

Damen sighed and retreated from the room.

#captive prince fanfic #captive prince #prince's gambit #kings rising #laurent x damen #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #damianos of akielos #laurent #laurent of vere #c s pacat #my fanfiction #captive prince fanfiction

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sitical · 1 year

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Haven't been on Tumblr in a hot minute. But yo, I've legitimately begun writing again on Dreams of Diamond Dust! Its only been like....3 years?

My heads in a better place now and I've reread CP once more, as well as my own story to get me back up to date.

With that said, I hope to see y'all there on AO3 when the new chapter drops!!

I just need to track down a beta and someone to toss ideas around with!

#captive prince #captive prince fanfiction #dreams of diamond dust

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voidstilesplease · 4 months

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swearing is basic. at this point in my life, only a few things faze me anymore. "I hope that 200k, 55 chapters ongoing fic on AO3 that you're religiously waiting to update weekly gets abandoned by the author." LE GASP. you sorry exCUSE of a CUNT—

#anything but THAT #that's always the risk when reading ongoing fics but i brave the storm every day #fandom #AO3 #fanfiction #teen wolf #sterek #steter #snowbaz #patrochilles #drarry #dramione #percabeth #rwrb #firstprince #captive prince #lamen #shipping #percy jackson

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strangelysilver · 1 year

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i love it when powerful, intelligent characters fall in love with each other, especially amidst a conflict, because those types of characters are often so seemingly invulnerable and untouchable

yet have two of them fall in love and suddenly neither are quite so invincible anymore. they’re each other’s achilles heel. their weakness.

and they know this. maybe their love will be their downfall. maybe it will all end in pain. the danger is there.

but it doesn’t matter, because they can’t go back, and they don’t want to go back anyways.

#sherliam #soukoku #lamen #there's more but its 11pm right now and i cant remember #moriarty the patriot #bungou stray dogs #captive prince #often times this is enemies to lovers #or similar #idk this was inspired by a very good sherliam fic #dunno #fanfiction #ig

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my-deep-dark-secret · 5 months

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#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

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austenwazright · 2 months

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omg I'm such a damen's girlie, like it doesn't matter what the character say or what evidence points to my basic standing in every fanfiction is "it wasn't damen's fault"

#ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #cs pacat #capri #captive prince #damen of akielos #damianos of akielos

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pijulle · 5 months

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At the end of Prince Gambit we see Lord Touars nine years old son, Thenevin. Then later in the book Lord Touars is killed by Damen on the battlefield.

Is there any fic that use this sort of parallels with Auguste-Laurent, where Thenevin come back as adult/teen to challenge Damen in a duel to avenge his father?

#captive prince #laurent of vere #lamen #damen of akielos #capri #fanfiction

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aryriddle · 8 months

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Me every Wednesday and Sunday as soon as the time hits 00:01 :

“WAKE UP BITCHES IT’S ‘EVEN IN ANOTHER TIME’ UPDATE DAY!!!!!

@irregularcollapse you have me in a complete chokehold, fyi.

#fanfiction #captive prince #damen x laurent #even in another time #phlegmatic #ao3 #laurent of vere #damen of akielos

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vividxpages · 26 days

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Damen wakes up and experiences the same day over and over again.

All of them are leading him to the final moments of Laurent's life, a complete stranger who doesn't know he just keeps dying every day.

Chapter 1. <3

#my writing #fanfiction #captive prince #damen x laurent

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scornedethnographer · 9 months

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My grandma recently asked me what I'm reading and mentioned that I mostly just read fanfiction. She was a bit confused about why I would do that and then preceded to tell me she was reading a historical fiction novel and a David Copperfield rewrite set in modern day.

I had to explain to my grandma that she was just reading a history fanfic and a David Copperfield AU and the only difference between what she reads and what I read is that what I read is free and I get to comment on it and message the authors directly on Tumblr after and let them know how much I enjoyed their work.

#fanfiction #fanfic #grandma #personal #my grandma reads fanfiction #she just doesnt know it #aftg #all for the game #the captive prince #the raven cycle

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therisingkings · 7 months

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Have a Drink

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The music was bordering on too loud. Damen hoped and prayed with all his might that, for once, the neighbors might be chill and not call the cops. Logically, he knew it was rude, but it was a Saturday night, what did they expect?

Plus, the semester had finally ended, plunging the city of Ios into the warm summer months. Everyone here was either celebrating their victory over finals, or trying to forget their defeats.

Damen plucked the red solo cup from Nikandros’ hand. “I think you’ve had enough, friend.”

Nikandros gave him a quizzical look. “Since when are you the babysitter?”

“Someone has to be.”

Nikandros rolled his eyes as he plopped onto the couch beside a plastered Pallas. Pallas slung his arm over Nikandros’ shoulders and it was a testament to Nikandros’ state that he allowed such a thing.

Over the music, the doorbell went off. Damen’s brows knit. Who the fuck rung the doorbell at a party?

He opened the front door to find Auguste and Laurent, the former who held up a bottle of vodka. “Couldn’t come empty handed.”

Damen grinned. “Welcome in. Hey, sweetheart.” He smacked a kiss on Laurent’s cheek as he closed the door behind him. They’d been dating for just over a month now and only very recently had Laurent’s icy exterior begun to thaw. He’d even gone as far as initiating a cuddle session the other night. Damen would be lying if he said he hadn’t almost passed out from shock when Laurent crawled into his arms. It also didn’t help that Laurent was fucking hot. There was no other way to describe him. He shared many features with Auguste, but had a kind of feline quality to him. His blond hair was paler than Auguste, though they shared the same glacier cool eyes. He was dressed a little too finely for a party like this: fancy trousers, a crisp button down, perfectly polished loafers, a watch that looked more expensive than anything Damen owned.

Damen didn’t mind. Those trousers showed off Laurent’s ass deliciously as he went to the kitchen.

“You know, I’m right here,” Auguste groused. Damen and Auguste would both be graduating next year, Damen with a degree in political science and Auguste with one in sports med. They’d become fast friends their freshmen year after they were paired together for a project in bio. It wasn’t until their third year that Auguste started dating Nikandros. Nik had warned him about the little brother, claiming he was “a frigid bitch, so just your type.” Nik was, evidently, proved correct when Damen ran into Laurent at a bonfire and promptly asked for his number before even knowing who he was.

Damen chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “My bad.”

“Where’s Nik at?”

“Couch. Please don’t make out on it though.”

Auguste gave him a wink, passed him the bottle of vodka, and went to find his boyfriend.

Damen, in turn, went for the kitchen.

Laurent was sitting at the bar already, typing something out on his phone.

Damen had a highly developed sense of wrongness. Something was off. While Laurent definitely wasn’t the most bubby type, he wouldn’t normally be ignoring Damen like this. That being said, if Damen just assaulted him with questions, it would scare him off. He settled on, “Do you want a shot?”

Laurent glanced up from his phone just so Damen could see him wrinkle his nose. “You know I don’t drink that shit.”

Damen shrugged and poured one for himself. He rounded the bar top glass in hand to lean into Laurent’s space. “Wanna be my chaser, sweetheart?”

Laurent’s eyes were chips of ice. “We both know you don’t need one.”

Fine. Damen downed the shot, the liquor burning his throat. He was already a little tipsy, but if Laurent was in this kind of mood, they both needed to get blackout drunk. He reached for the bottle again. “What do you want? You’ve got to drink something.”

“I’m fine.”

“Laurent—”

Laurent pushed away from the bar. He was small enough to disappear almost instantly into the crowd. Damen made to follow him, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Give him a minute,” Auguste said, seeming to manifest out of nowhere.

“Did something happen?” Damen’s brows knit together.

Auguste didn’t answer him at first, pushing a shot into his hand. He waited until Damen drank it. “He’s just hungry. He hasn’t eaten in a while.”

“He’s hungry?” Damen cringed, setting the shot glass back on the counter. “There’s pizza—”

“He can’t have pizza.”

Right. Laurent had a ridiculous amount of dietary restrictions, so much so that they never went out to dinner because Damen was always afraid the restaurant wouldn’t have things he could eat.

“Well, is there anything I can get him?”

Auguste glanced at something over Damen’s shoulder, but stopped him before he could follow his gaze. “He’ll be okay. You know he doesn’t like crowds.”

Damen nodded. He’d invited the DeVere’s to the party knowing how much Laurent hated them, but he hadn’t wanted Laurent to think he’d forgotten about him. In all honesty, he hadn’t expected Laurent to show up.

“Alright,” Damen said after thinking for a moment. “You're in charge. I’m serious about the couch and if the neighbor shows up, pretend you’re deaf.”

Auguste laughed.

Damen went to find Laurent. He wove between colleagues and classmates, asking around when he couldn’t immediately find him.

“Upstairs,” Pallas said in between Lazar’s kisses.

He was right. Damen found Laurent in his own bedroom, thumbing through Damen’s old highschool yearbook. At least he wasn’t on his phone anymore.

“Hey,” Damen said, shutting the door behind him. The music was much quieter up here, stripped down to just the rhythmic thumb of the bass. “Your brother said you might be hungry. There’s a gas station just down the road we can walk to if you want. Find something there.”’

Laurent set the book on the bed beside him. “That’s alright. Come here.”

Damen did so without thinking. He stood between Laurent’s legs, bracing his hands on either side of him so he could kiss his mouth. It was light, sweet, and nowhere near what Damen actually wanted to do right now. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I—” Laurent cut himself off, shuddering.

“Cold? Let me—”

“No. Come here.” There was an almost musical quality to his voice that made Damen want to fuck him senseless.

He went as Laurent bid, kissing him again and again. They hadn’t had sex yet, and although Damen didn’t want their first time to be with two dozen college kids the floor below, he’d learned to take what he could get with Laurent. He cupped his face, guiding Laurent onto his back so he could properly crawl over him. The kiss deepened.

Laurent’s nails dug into Damen’s side, pulling his weight properly over him. Damen let out a groan of approval, grinding their hips together as he moved his mouth down to Laurent’s neck. Maybe he ought to leave a few hickeys, let the guys downstairs know that this hot—

Laurent flipped them over with a strength Damen hadn’t been aware he possessed. He straddled Damen’s hips and began to unbutton his shirt.

Damen sucked in a sharp breath. This was fucking hot. Like wet dream kind of hot. He groped Laurent’s ass through his slacks, sitting up so he could capture his mouth once more.

Laurent made a soft sound of protest that had Damen pulling back.

Had he gone too far with the groping? But he really didn’t want to let go of Laurent's ass—it was the first time he’d been allowed to touch it. And it really was a fine ass. “What’s up?” Damen asked, unable to keep the horny breathlessness out of his own voice.

Laurent stared at him. He wasn’t even breathing hard, which Damen found a little insulting given his own wrecked state. “Damen, I’m sorry.”

Damen’s brows lowered. He pried his hands off of Laurent’s ass in favor of cupping his face. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Do you want to stop? We can stop.”

“No, I…” Laurent ran his delicate fingers through Damen’s hair before gripping it at the root. “I really am sorry.”

God, Damen wanted to fuck him so bad, see those stunning eyes roll back as he pulled pleasure straight from the core of him.

Laurent was still looking at him strangely, almost sadly. He stroked his free hand up Damen’s bicep to his shoulder, gripping there as his other hand pulled on Damen’s hair until he exposed his throat.

Warning bells went off in Damen’s head a moment too late. Laurent struck, so fast Damen didn’t even see the unnaturally large canines before they pierced right into his veins.

And it felt… it felt like coming and dying at the same time. Damen couldn’t even drag up the wits to struggle as Laurent took the first mouthful of his blood. Damen swore he could feel every drop as if it were pulled from him by a string. He moaned, hands flailing without purpose. Should he push him off? Pull him closer? The thoughts swarmed like bees, but he couldn’t grasp a single one.

Laurent pinned his hands to the bedspread as he took another drag, grinding down on him. It was intoxicating, arousing, and fucking terrifying all at once.

Damen’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering shut. Perhaps this was a hallucination, brought on by the alcohol. That was the only other way to explain why Laurent was currently sucking him dry and not the way Damen preferred.

“Laurent!” The name didn’t come from Damen’s mouth, but he heard it as if he were underwater. Muffled.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. Damen fell back onto the pillows, barely summoning up the strength to crack open his eyes.

Auguste had Laurent by the shoulder—Laurent, whose lips were red, blood trailing down his chin. “You can’t take that much,” Auguste insisted. “I know you're hungry, but you almost killed him.”

Damen was floating. Or maybe he was dying. If that were the case, at least Laurent was on top of him. What a way to go.

There was a shift and then Laurent’s weight disappeared. Damen let out a sound of protest, but couldn’t so much as grab him.

“He’s fine. I’ll get him some crackers or something.”

Auguste pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just be careful, okay?”

Damen’s sluggish mind finally caught up to what was happening. He tried to speak, but it came out all gurgled.

Laurent’s eyes were impossibly brighter as they fixed on him. “You were right about Akielons,” he said conversationally. “They taste of the sea.”

“Yes.” Auguste laughed. “Just get him fixed up and then come back down.”

Damen tried to move as Auguste left. He managed to roll onto his side, bringing a hand up to his bleeding neck.

“No, don’t sit up.” Laurent caught his wrist, pulling his hand away. “Just rest for a minute.”

“What…” Damen’s tongue was heavy and dry in his mouth .He swallowed. “What the fuck?”

#captive prince #captive prince fanfic #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #damianos of akielos #kings rising #laurent #laurent of vere #laurent x damen #my fanfiction #captive prince fanfiction #prince's gambit #capri #c s pacat #halloween #vampire au

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ofduskanddreams · 1 year

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Trust In My Hate: an Azris /Captive Prince Crossover

I likely won't start truly writing this fic until after What Lies Inside is completed, but I've been having a lot of fun planning, worldbuilding and outlining so I thought I would share some of it (but please note that the content of this post is subject to change, nothing’s final just yet.)

If you aren't familiar with the series, it's the Captive Prince Trilogy by C.S Pacat. [link to Penguin's page for the series here.]

I'm not calling this an AU because I'm not transplanting Azris to the Captive Prince (CaPri) world, nor am I transplanting the CaPri plot into ACOTAR. The world where the fic is set is inspired by both the CaPri and ACOTAR, as you can clearly see in the map below. The characters are maybe 60% ACOTAR, 25% OC, 15% CaPri. The plot is like 60% CaPri, 20% post-canon ACOTAR, 20% original. I essentially threw everything I liked into a blender and made something new.

Find the map and the fic's prologue below the cut! [new map and updated prologue as of 2/22]

Map:

I recommend clicking on the map to view it at a higher resolution.

Prologue:

This will explain the map, I promise.

Excerpts from the Illyrian Chronicle, compiled by Gaspar Kasos for his majesty King Gabriel in the year 207 AL (after liberation.) Long ago, the great Island of Prythian was divided into eight kingdoms. The Kingdom of Andr in the far north, and a coalition of seven kingdoms known collectively as the Courts. There were four seasonal Courts: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter; and three solar Courts known as Dawn, Day, and Night. Five centuries ago, Cornelius II, then the ruler of the Autumn Court, began a campaign of expansion. By the time his great-great-grandson Timothy IV took the throne, the Autumn Court’s power had consumed the other three seasonal Courts. Timothy did not think Andr, that rocky formidable land, worth the resources necessary to claim it and thus turned his gaze to the south.

In response to the growing threat from the north, Dawn allied with Day. Both would remain neutral in the initial conflicts to come which distanced them from the Night Court who stood fixedly against Autumn’s actions.

Not long after this coalition was formed, a rebellion broke out in Night. For centuries the Night Court’s rulers had oppressed the Illyrian people within their borders, forcing them to live in desolate camps and serve in their armies. Under the leadership of the warrior Enalius, the Illyrians were able to break away from the Night’s oppression. During the revolution they conquered half of Night, establishing the great Kingdom of Illyria as it stands today.

Though Dawn and Day remained neutral for decades, it would not last. On the Winter Solstice in 57 AL, Autumn spies massacred Dawn's royal line in its entirety, prompting Night to join the Southern Coalition with Day to stand against Autumn and aid in governing Dawn's rulerless territory on the border.

Thirty-seven years ago the newly crowned King Rholand of Night and King Gabriel of Illyria met on the border at Mount Ramiel to discuss a tentative peace, marking the end of over a century and a half of strife between their lands. Rholand offered Illyria a public apology for Night’s persecution of their people, as well as a generous peace treaty and trade agreement that leaned heavily in Illyria’s favor. It was at this summit when Illyria formally joined the alliance against Autumn and the allied Southern Kingdoms as we know them were formed. The final offering on that celebrated day however, was made by no kingdom but by King Rholand's younger sister.

The Lady Elyssa of Night surprised all of those gathered by offering King Gabriel her hand in marriage, arguing that there would be no better demonstration of this new, peaceful relationship between their kingdoms than joining their houses by blood. Impressed by her eloquence and resolve, and after discussing the terms with Rholand, Gabriel accepted the proposal and the two were wed the following sunset at the grand temple in Illyria’s capital, Ios.

The three southern rulers of Prythian ensured that their sons and heirs—the Princes Azrelios of Illyria, Rhysand of Night, and Lucien of Day—grew up paying frequent visits between their lands to bolster the trio’s camaraderie. The rulers’ forethought was well rewarded when a brutal battle broke out at Marlas in the borderlands at the eve of this current decade.

The three young, then untested heirs valiantly led their forces against Autumn’s armies, but the battle only ceased when the Illyria’s Prince met Eren Vanserra, Heir to the Autumn Throne, in single combat and slew him on the battlefield. Eren’s death placed his younger brother Eris next in the line of succession.

The battle of Marlas shattered over two centuries of relative peace between Autumn and the South. Nine years later, skirmishes are still frequent in the borderlands and tensions between Autumn and the Southern Kingdoms are at an all time high.

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