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I'll look after you (but I won't stop complaining about it)

requested by anon: Hi I love your Bridgerton sister fics! They got me to finally watch the show. Can I request an Anthony x Bridgerton!reader fic where it’s “4 times Anthony protects the reader and 1 time she protects him”?

requested by anon: Okay but, a twist to the story and instead of the typicall bridgerton!sister being stung by the bee, what if it’s Anthony, and everyone worries about him because of what happened to their father, and it’s specially the youngest bridgerton!sister who has a reaction like him in the show out of fear of losing her brother/father figure?

requested by anon: anthony x bridgerton sis where reader is around 15 and she has a really big fight with colin or eloise and she goes on a walk to calm herself down, falls down a hill and anthony finds her after looking for her for a while? but like fluffy pls

summary: four times Anthony protected his sister and the one time she protected him (albeit it was from the ton)

After Edmund Bridgerton, the 8th Viscount Bridgerton, died, his son, Anthony, made a promise. He sat at his father's death bed, staring down at the cold corpse that had once been his beloved father, and promised to look after his siblings - all eight of them - and to try, in any way possible, to guide them as an elder brother and as a father figure.

Whilst his siblings did not make this promise an easy one to keep Anthony kept trying. But right now, at this exact moment in time, Anthony wanted to throttle his sisters.

He vaguely wondered if anyone would find their bodies at the bottom of the lake, only to be yanked out of the thought by a pillow smacking him in the chest, the intended target oblivious as she glared at her twin.

"What is so wrong with wanting marriage?" Y/N yelled, throwing her hands up at her sister.

"It shackles you for life!" Eloise yelled back. "It silences you and your dreams."

"Oh, not this conversation again," Y/N groaned. "El, not everyone wants the same things as you. Is it so wrong for me to want to be married and happy? There are plenty of things you can still do when married."

"Not if you marry some old man who treats his women like objects!"

"Nope, absolutely not," Y/N said, getting up from the sofa, throwing the cushion she'd been hugging at Eloise, "I am not having this conversation again. Marry, do not marry, I do not care. But I am not going to sit here and listen to you call me an unintelligent woman simply because I dream of being married one day."

The door to the drawing room slammed shut. Eloise huffed, sitting back down on the sofa, crossing her arms.

Anthony pulled back a page of his newspaper, eyeing Eloise. "Is it so wrong for your sister to want marriage?"

"She does not understand what it can do to a woman, brother," Eloise replied. "The consequences, the silencing..."

"It can be a positive thing, El -"

"I have heard far too many horror stories of women being treated like cattle to view it as a positive thing. We all saw what nearly happened to Daphne when she came out."

"That was entirely my own doing -"

"This is what I mean!" Eloise exclaimed, sitting forward. "We do not get to choose our husbands. Our husbands choose us or our fathers and brothers choose them for us. Not once does a woman get a say in who she marries."

Anthony exhaled through his nose, seeing that he clearly wasn't going to get anywhere with Eloise. He folded his newspaper shut, setting it down on the coffee table beside him.

"I'm going to go check on Y/N," he muttered, standing up from the sofa.

Whilst Anthony knew Y/N and Eloise were devoted to one another, he also knew that when they argued, it got mean, very quickly. The marriage argument had been one they'd had many times before and it never ended well.

Eloise could never quite seem to understand why any woman would want to willingly be married. Y/N never quite understood why Eloise was so opposed to even the idea of marriage. What was so wrong with wanting a future for herself where she was ostracized to the edge of society?

It took him fifteen minutes and five servants to work out where Y/N had gone. As much as he adored Aubery Hall, he did curse its extensive grounds, especially when his siblings ran off.

Another ten minutes later and Anthony was finally down in the woods of the grounds, walking through patches of bluebells and snowdrops, peering behind trees and bushes.

He looked behind a fairly large oak tree and stopped, casting his eyes down. Y/N looked back up at him, her face blotchy from her tears.

She didn't say anything, turning her head away and looking straight ahead at where the river cut through their lands.

Anthony crossed his arms, leaning against the tree. "This is an argument you have had before. We all know how it goes."

"I know. Does not stop it from upsetting me or being infuriating."

"It reminds me of the argument I so often have with Colin about travelling," Anthony replied. "If he had it his way, he would be gallivanting around every corner of this world, spending as much money as he likes. I am the one who has to bring him back down and tell him that whilst we have money, we do not have enough money for that."

Y/N gave him a small smile. "It is utterly exhausting. I have tried to explain to her multiple times that marriage can be a good thing. If you find the right person."

"I can attest to that."

"Five words I never thought you would say, brother," Y/N said, looking up at him.

"This argument is not worth your tears, Y/N."

"Oh, I am aware, I was not crying about that." She looked a little sheepishly at Anthony's raised eyebrow. "I was so angry I did not look where I was going and I twisted my ankle, falling down a rabbit burrow."

Anthony stared at her for a moment. Then, he burst out laughing, leaning back, putting a hand on his chest.

"Yes, yes, laugh away," Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"No! I fell down a rabbit burrow!"

Anthony snorted. Y/N reached over and pushed her brother's leg, knocking him off balance. He stumbled to the side, catching himself.

"Are you going to just stand there and laugh or will you help me up and back to the house?"

"Alright, come on then."

Anthony held his hands out to Y/N and she placed her hands in his, letting him help her up to her feet, hopping awkwardly. She put her foot down and winced, pain shooting up from her ankle.

Without uttering a word, Anthony turned around. Y/N, snorted but climbed onto his back, using her good foot to propel herself up.

"I feel like I'm ten again," Y/N said as Anthony gripped her legs.

"I don't," he grunted. "When did you get so heavy?"

"Don't be rude. Come along then," she said, nudging him with her foot.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "If I fall down a rabbit burrow, it'll be your fault."

"Bloody hell."

Daphne whacked her sister with her blue mallet. "Language."

Y/N shot her a withering look. "It's just family, we are quite safe." She tilted her head up, looking at the tree. "How on earth are we to get that out?"

It was a well-known fact that Y/N Bridgerton did not know what gently meant. Especially when it came to pall mall. One well-aimed hit later, her purple ball was stuck up in the tree, nestled amongst the branches.

"We'll have to climb."

"No, Y/N, do not -"

Daphne trailed off as Y/N dropped her mallet and put her booted foot on a stump next to the tree. She pushed herself up, pulling her dress up over her knee and climbing up onto the lowest branch.

She could see the purple ball wedged between the fork of two branches. If she climbed up another branch and crawled forward, she could definitely grab it.

The panting of breaths came from below as Colin, Benedict and Anthony rushed up to Daphne, all looking up at the tree.

"Is she climbing the tree?!" Colin exclaimed, both delighted and slightly concerned.

"Of course she is!" Anthony snapped. "Y/N, get down at once!"

"Let one of the boys get it, Y/N," Daphne added.

"I'm up here now!" Y/N yelled down, climbing onto the second branch. "I might as well get it!"

Y/N crawled forward again, the leaves shaking at the sudden movement.

"Someone should get her down," Benedict muttered, following Y/N's movements. "Knowing our dear sister, she will fall down. She's not exactly gentle."

"Y/N!" Anthony yelled, moving to the bottom of the tree trunk. "Mother will kill me if you fall!"

"I've almost got it!"

Y/N leant forward, her fingers brushing against the purple ball. Instead of the ball falling into her grip, she lost her balance entirely and teetered forward and off the branch.

Her arms flailed as she struggled to find anything to grip on, her sibling's yells of panic from below silencing her own yelp of surprise.

Y/N was falling until she wasn't. Arms wrapped around her just before she hit the ground, her body smacking into Anthony's. The force knocked them both to the floor, Anthony taking down Benedict at the same time.

The three siblings hit the ground, hard. Anthony's head smacked against Benedict's chest as Y/N knocked her own head into her older brother's chin.

"Oh, my go - are you three ok?" Daphne exclaimed, crouching down beside Y/N and helping her sit up, a concerned hand on her back.

Y/N rolled off her elder brother and to the side, coughing slightly, winded from her collision with her brother.

"Anthony get off me," Benedict grunted, pushing his brother off him.

Anthony stumbled to his feet, swaying just a bit. "I'm fine," he muttered, dusting his jacket down. "Just another victim of Y/N Bridgerton."

Something landed on top of Anthony's head with a fairly loud thud. It rolled off him and bounced onto the floor, rolling down to Y/N's feet.

"Oh!" She said, bending down and picking it up. "I did get my ball after all!."

Y/N looked behind her frantically, desperately trying to find an escape as Cressida Cowper walked towards her, her friends walking alongside her.

She was not having a good day and she did not need Cressida Cowper to make it any worse.

"Y/N!"

Bloody hell. "Cressida," Y/N said, curtseying politely.

"You look beautiful. As ever," Cressida added snidely. "Anyone asked you for a dance yet?"

Y/N gritted her teeth. "No, not yet."

"Oh, shame. Mr Patrick, Sir Carter and Mr Norris have all written their names in my dance card."

"Well, I hope you enjoy all your dances."

"Hmm, I suppose I will."

Cressida brushed past Y/N, tipping her glass of lemonade onto her dress and down her chest. Y/N gasped, the cold liquid startling her. Cressida sniggered and sauntered off to another corner of the ballroom.

Y/N inhaled shakily, closing her eyes. She turned her back to the rest of the room, feeling her throat closing as the tears threatened to fall all over again.

A jacket sleeve brushed against her arm and Y/N knew instantly it was Anthony. He shielded her from the rest of the room as he unbuttoned his jacket and put it around her shoulders, handing her his handkerchief.

"Come on," he said quietly, taking her hand and pulling her along with him.

Anthony walked out into the corridor outside the ballroom and then into another empty room. He shut the door behind them and Y/N sat down heavily on the sofas, hanging her head low.

"I have half a mind to go yell at Miss Cowper," Anthony muttered, walking over to her.

"Not that it would solve anything," Y/N replied, straightening up. She dabbed under her eyes with her fingers, shaking her head. "Thank you."

"Whatever for?"

"Getting me out of there before I made a scene."

Anthony smiled softly. "If anyone made a scene, it was Cressida." He sat down next to her on the sofa. "We do not have to go back. We can leave."

Y/N shook her head, pulling Anthony's jacket tighter around her shoulders. "No. I do not want her to win. Give me five minutes and I'll be fine."

"Very well, then."

Y/N dropped her head to Anthony's shoulder, closing her eyes momentarily. "Thank you, brother."

Anthony kissed her forehead, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, squeezing tightly. "Anytime."

The rain lashed against the windows. A loud boom of thunder sounded from directly overhead and Y/N flinched, digging her nails into the leather of the chair she was sat in.

She didn't know what it was about storms that frightened her so much - whether it was the loud noises, the bright flashes of lighting, the sound of trees being felled - but this was the worst one they had had in years.

Anthony glanced up at his sister, pausing his writing. "Alright?"

Y/N nodded tightly, clutching her book in one hand. "Fine."

Another boom of thunder and she closed her eyes, jumping in her seat. Anthony set his pen down and pushed his chair back, walking over to his sister. He snatched up her book, putting his thumb on the page she was on, and closing it to look at the cover.

Pride and Prejudice was written on the front, each letter covered in gold foil. "Would you like me to read to you?"

"If it means distracting me from this god-awful storm, yes."

Anthony smiled, sitting down in the chair opposite his sister. He opened the book again and found the start of the new chapter. "Colonel Fitzwilliam's were very much admired at the Parsonage, and the ladies all felt that he must add considerably to the pleasure of their engagements at Rosings."

Y/N leant back in her chair, closing her eyes. Anthony's voice was calm and didn't flinch once, even when lighting struck almost outside his study window. His mere presence had calmed her down from the panic building inside her.

As Anthony reached the end of the chapter, he glanced over at his sister. He smiled softly upon seeing that she was fast asleep, her head drooping to one side. He concluded the chapter, gently tucking a piece of paper in between the pages and closing the book.

It had been many years since he'd last carried anyone other than Hyacinth and Gregory to bed. Even then, they were beginning to get a bit too big and a bit too old.

Anthony gently lifted Y/N up into his arms and crept through the corridors of Bridgerton House. He laid her down on her bed and pulled back the blankets and duvet, placing them on top of her, smoothing the edge down.

"Night, Y/N," he whispered, standing in the doorway, a soft smile on his face.

Anthony did not regret marrying Kate Bridgerton neé Sharma one bit.

He just regretted his mother's penchant for big ball's and extravagant celebrations. Anthony had hardly had time to take in his new wife and admire her as viscountess - it felt as if the entire ton had been invited to the ball.

Almost an hour later, Anthony finally found his wife again, walking up to her and taking her hand in his, squeezing it tightly.

"I missed you," he murmured, leaning into her neck and sniffing.

Kate shoved him gently. "Anthony, behave."

"Apologies."

"Your mother seems very determined to introduce me to every member of the ton tonight."

"Again, apologies."

Kate chuckled, smiling widely. "I forgive you, my lord."

The string quartet began readying themselves for another dance, couples moving into position on the floor with practised ease. Anthony held his hand out to his wife, smiling.

"Care for a dance, Viscountess Bridgerton?"

"I would adore one, Viscount Bridgerton."

They danced three times in a row. Which was preposterous for any courting couple but unheard of for a married couple. But Anthony and Kate were so in love with one another, that no one seemed to really mind.

In fact, both were so enamoured with one another, that they did not seem to realise the line of people wanting to talk to them slowly dwindling down to nothing.

"Is it me," Kate said quietly, "or has no one been over to talk at us for a while?"

Anthony sipped on his lemonade and looked around, raising his eyebrows. "No, I do believe you are correct in that statement."

It was suspicious, Anthony thought, that they had been left alone for as long as they had. His eyes scanned the ballroom - he spotted Daphne and Simon, both pretending to look interested in a conversation with the Cowpers, and suddenly realised.

"I do believe my siblings are deflecting anyone that comes our way," Anthony murmured to his wife.

"Whatever do you mean?"

He pointed over to Daphne and Simon. Then he guided Kate's eyes to the left, where Colin and Eloise were listening to Lady Trowbridge.

"Oh," Kate said, understanding. She looked around the room, her eyes latching on to one Bridgerton in particular.

Y/N stood with Mr Dorset, pretending to be engrossed in Lord Lumley's conversation. She was surrounded by numerous other gentlemen, all waiting for her attention.

"Oh, Lord Bridgerton!" Portia Featherington crowed.

"I knew it couldn't last," Anthony muttered, turning his back.

"Lady Featherington!" Y/N exclaimed, pulling Mr Dorset with her as they walked over to the lady. "I have been meaning to ask you all night about your stunning dress."

"Oh, really? It's new in from Paris -"

And just like that, Portia Featherington forget entirely about the newlywed couple she'd been marching towards.

Kate caught Y/N's eye as she walked back to the wall. She mouthed a thank you to the younger girl, smiling when Y/N winked back at her, blowing her sister-in-law a kiss.

"I do believe, we have Y/N to thank for a bit of peace," Kate said, leaning into her husband. "She seems to have gathered an army to distract the ton."

Anthony looked over at her, a fond smile taking over his face. "Of course she did," he muttered. "Well, I suppose, annoyingly, I'm in her debt now."

"Is that such a bad thing?" Kate asked, letting Anthony wrap his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

"No," He replied, sniffing Kate's scent and pressing a kiss to her bare skin, "no, it is not."

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oneawkwardwriter · 2 months

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Hi i love ur writing. Sorry this is long but could you do a Caspian x pevensie!reader whose susan’s twin and like he chose her over susan and like they meet in prince caspian and fall in love and he “proposes” but then she can’t come back to narnia.

BUT THEN… she goes back with E Lucy and Eustace(whose kinda her enemy in a funny way) for some reason and she’s with Caspian and it’s just them on the Dawn Treader and Lucy tells caspian how sad she’s been the year they were back.

Can it just be really angsty and fluffy at the same time🤭🤭

Sorry this is long i just love ur writing💋💋

Prove Her Wrong

pairing: Dawn Treader!King Caspian x Pevensie!fem!reader warnings: angst obviously, dw it's also fluffy, mentions of drowning (no one actually does, but it feels like it for a moment), amicable banter, pining, regretting decisions, use of y/n (I'm so sorry) summary: both you and caspian have been miserable a/n: aahh, I love this idea so much! Also, thank you for giving me an excuse to watch the movies again, really needed that. I did kind of twist the plot to make it fit better, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Sorry it took this long to write it, my schedule's been packed for the last couple of weeks, I hope the fic makes up for it. wc: 2.6k

It had all happened too fast to comprehend. One second, you're standing in your cousin's room looking at a painting. The next, you're engulfed in a massive ocean trying to keep your head above the surface.

Too busy looking for the younger children, you hadn't even noticed the change in the atmosphere. Everything had gotten a little brighter, the air more fresh, the sky more clear. But you were preoccupied trying to make it out alive as the currents tried to pull you below the surface.

"Lucy!? Edmund!?" You yell out with what little breath you had left. "Eustace!? Anyone, where are you!?"

Somewhere to your right (or left, seeing as you had no sense of direction anymore), you heard a faint voice you recognised as your younger sister calling out for you.

"Lucy!" You manage to get out as you try to swim towards her. As you come closer, you were able to make out the two boys as well.

"What happened, where are we?" Eustace calls out, arms flailing around him as he tries to keep his head above water.

You share a fleeting look with your younger brother and sister, and something in your gut tells you you know exactly where you are.

"We're back, aren't we?" Edmund asks, confirming your suspiscion. But before you can answer his question, a ship dooms up, and it was approaching you rapidly.

"Swim!" You shouted, trying to put a safe distance between you and the ship while also trying to keep the others closeby.

You heard a few loud plunges into the water, and when you turned around for a moment, you saw some of the crewmembers swimming towards you. A moment later, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist.

"It's alright, I've got you." An all too familiar voice reassures you. You turned around, only to be met with a slightly older version of the man you had been forced to leave behind the last time you had left Narnia.

"Caspian..." You say breathlessly as you look into his eyes.

"Y/n..." He responds, equally out of breathe and clearly both surprised and confused to see you here.

Together with the other crewmates, he helps you onto the ship, even Eustace who is screaming fire and demanding to back to England. Someone hands you a warm blanket, which you gladly accept and drape around your shoulders. You glance at Caspian, and for a moment your gazes lock, before he is pulled away by Edmund.

"Did you call for us?" He asks, to which Caspian shakes his head.

"No, I didn't. Not this time, at least," Caspian answers, glancing over to you once more as he does.

You're interrupted by a shrieking Eustace, who is swatting away a large mouse sitting on his chest.

"Get this filthy animal off of me!" He screeches as he scrambles backwards.

"Pretty sure that mouse is far cleaner than you are, Eustace," You say as you roll your eyes and shake your head. "It's good to see you again, Reepicheep."

"It is a delight to see you as well, Your Majesties," He responds, bowing down for a moment.

Caspian walks up to the stairs that lead to the quarterdeck and addresses the crew. "Men, behold our castaways: Edmund the Just, Lucy the Valient and Y/n the Righteous; High King and Queens of Narnia."

All the men on the ship went down on their knees and bowed deeply in respect of you. No matter how many times you had been called Queen, it always sent shivers down your spine.

Caspian led the three of you towards the King's quarters, which doubled as his study, leaving Eustace in the care of the crew, who had fainted when he had seen Tavros the minotaur. You had been given some dry clothes that fit you like a glove, although your shirt was a little big and had a vaguely familiar scent to it.

In the middle of the room, a huge map of Narnia was sprawled out across the table. You scanned over it, your finger absently tracing the coastal lines as you lightly smiled to yourself. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but you had missed being here when you were back in England.

With Peter and Susan off to America, you been left to stay at your aunt and uncle's house with your younger siblings. At first, you had thought it wildly unfair to be stuck in England whilst your older brother and twin-sister got to live with your parents across the Atlantic ocean.

Eventually, you had calmed down and accepted your fate. Most of the time, you could be found lightly fidgeting with the one possession you had been able to take back with you from your last adventure in Narnia; a simple silver ring you kept on a piece of string around your neck. It reminded you of a time where you didn't feel like the second option, a feeling that haunted you often when being compared to your twin.

"It has been three years since we won Narnia back from my uncle," Caspian explains as he points towards the map, "There is peace in the entire country now."

"And have you found yourself a Queen in those three years?" Lucy asks, making you look up from the map. She truly didn't mean any harm with the question, but Edmund lightly nudges her side and gives her a stern look.

"No," Caspian says with a light chuckle to alleviate the tension, "not one to compare with your sister..."

"Hang on," Edmund interrupts, "But if there's no wars to fight, and no one's in trouble... then why are we here?"

"That's a good question. I've been asking myself the same thing," Caspian answers. "Before I tried to take the throne back from my uncle, he went after my father's closest advisors, the seven Lords of Telmar. They fled to the Lone Islands, but no one has heard from them since."

"So you think something's happened to them?"

"Well, if it has, it's my duty to find out," Caspian says rather solemnly. He looks over at you, trying to get a read on you, but your eyes are glued to the map in front of you.

"What's east of the Lone Islands?" Lucy asks, pointing towards the map where it just says The Great Eastern Ocean.

"Unchartered waters," Drinian, the captain, answers. "Things you could barely imagine. Tales of sea serpents and worse..."

"Sea serpents?" Edmund asks, his face lighting up at the sound of something dangerous to battle against.

"Alright, Captain, that's enough of your tall tales," Caspian interrupts. "You are free to go wherever you want on this ship, it is as much yours as it is mine."

It's a silent cue for Edmund and Lucy to go with the captain and explore the ship, while you stay in the quarters, leaning against the table, your eyes still locked on the parchment. After the door shuts, Caspian speaks up once again.

"Can you at least look at me?" He asks, his voice much softer and hesitant now. "Please?"

You lightly sigh as you look up at him, your eyes instantly finding his. "I'm sorry I left," You say truthfully, even though you sound rather defeated.

"Don't apologise, I- I shouldn't have asked you to stay." This time, it's Caspian who lets his head fall and gaze upon the map. "I knew you couldn't, yet I asked you anyway. I am sorry, for putting you in that position, that was selfish."

"It's alright," You somewhat reassure him, "Aslan knows I would have been just as selfish had roles been reversed. But we can't change the past, and we mustn't let it stand in the way of our future." You take a deep breath as you take a step closer to him. "You deserve a bright future filled with happiness, Caspian. Don't let me stand in the way of that by holding onto something that can't be."

It's the right thing to say, the logical thing to say. You're from a different world, there's no way of knowing if you'll be able to stay in this one after the adventure is over. It guts you to the core to walk out of the King's quarters, it tears your heart apart, but you try to shake it off as you go out onto the main deck.

Luckily for you, you're able to take your mind off of it when you notice your cousin Eustace talking to a regular seagull.

"What on Earth are you doing talking to a bird?" You say, a somewhat smug tone laced in your voice. You're called the Righteous, not the Humble, and for good reason.

"I just assumed that-" Eustace begins, his face turning a light shade of pink.

"That just because a mouse can talk, so must a bird?" Maybe it's a coping mechanism for the shattered heart in your chest, but you let out a light chuckle. "Oh cousin, you have a lot to learn about how things work here. Good to know you can't claim to be the smartest person in every realm." You shake your head and hear a few crewmen chuckle along.

The sky gets darker as the evening falls, and the crew celebrates the your arrival with festive spirits. Sea shanties are sung, dancing goes hand in hand with a lot of laughter and a couple of bottles of liquor are brought out.

Despite the gloomy thoughts that have been haunting you for the day (and the days before that), you laugh and leap along with the crewmen. Even Eustace loosens up a little, although keeping it modest. The only one who seems unaffected by the joyious celebrations is the king, who sits on the staircase and watches the others, or rather, watches you.

At some point, he is joined by Lucy, who due to her young age can't participate in the drinking and adult activities. She sits down next to him and keeps quiet for a little while, before speaking up.

"What's bothering you, Caspian?" She asks softly. "Is it the Lords?"

"For the first time in a long time, it actually isn't, my friend," He says truthfully, letting out a sigh. "It feels like even when she is this close, she is still worlds away."

He didn't have to say your name in order for Lucy to understand. It's the same way you didn't need to mention his whenever she would find you staring mindlessly at the wall or out the window back in England. You would always have that same tragic look in your eyes while you fidgeted with the ring around your neck, no matter how hard you would try to mask it whenever Lucy got your attention.

"You know, she feels the same way right now," Lucy responds, feeling incredibly sorry for both your misery.

"She's evidently better at coping with it than I am." The words came out more bitter than intended, but Lucy couldn't really blame him.

"Out here, maybe. But back in England," She refrained from saying 'back at home', never having been able to call it home when she had missed Narnia too much. "Back in England, she was a mess. A beautiful, poised and collected mess, but crumbling down on the inside."

Caspian didn't speak up, but simply looked sorry and felt even more remorseful than he already had.

"She kept the ring, you know," Lucy continues, "Oh, she would never say it out loud, but it was obvious she regretted leaving Narnia, leaving you most of all. I'm pretty sure she would give anything to stay this time around, if you'd ask her again."

"She told me to let go of a future with her, said she didn't want to stand in the way of my happiness," Caspian argues solemnly, "Sounded a lot like she wanted to move on from all of this."

"That's what she thinks is the right thing to do, because it makes more sense," Lucy counters. "Prove to her that it isn't."

With that, she stands up from the stairs and walks out into the crowd. Turning around one last time, she says:

"Oh, and maybe do something about the beard, it might remind her of the man she fell in love with."

Caspian lightly rolls his eyes at her comment, but decides to take her up on it nonetheless when he retired to the barracks below deck. For the sake of privacy, he had given his quarters to you and Lucy to stay in while you were on the ship.

Later that night, when everyone was passed out in their beds, Caspian went onto the deck to get some fresh air, where he soon notices you, leaning on the railing while you looked up at the stars.

"Still having trouble sleeping?" He asks as he stands next to you.

"Insomnia doesn't go away so easily, it seems," You softly chuckle, having to do a double take when you notice he has shaved. "I was almost getting used to that beard, but I'm glad you shaved it off any way."

"What is it with the hostility against my facial hair?" Caspian comments as he raises an eyebrow at you. "I thought it made me look ruggedly handsome."

"Who'd you have to look ruggedly handsome for before we showed up today?" You ask in a mocking way, making you lightly snicker when Caspian takes on a defensive tone. "Oh, stop it, I was merely teasing."

"Teasing, are you now?" He asks, a mischievous glint sparking up in his eyes as he leans in just a little. "That's not very Queen-like behaviour, now is it?"

You lightly sigh, letting your head fall for a moment before you speak up. "Perhaps I've gotten a bit rusty," You note, "I haven't been a Queen for a while now, you know?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's like riding a horse," Caspian assures you, "It's not something you can unlearn, even if you don't practice anymore."

"Well, maybe it's a good thing. Might make the next time I leave more easy..."

"You're still planning on leaving after this adventure?" Caspian asks, his voice growing a little more quiet. "You can stay, you do know that, right? You did the first time, surely you can-"

"Caspian, please," You interrupt him, pushing away from the railing and taking a few steps back, "It's too difficult, you know that. I can't just leave my family behind, and I can't ask them to stay."

"You don't have to do that. I am certain there's a way for you to move freely between realms," Caspian suggests, "And if there isn't, we'll find a way. Somehow, things like this have a way of working out."

He takes a step towards you, reaching out but refraining from touching you just yet. "Besides," He continues, "Time goes by much slower there than it does here right? We can figure this out and they won't even notice you're not there."

He searches for your eyes as he takes another step towards you, a silent longing in his eyes as he does. "You don't have to come with an answer right now. Whether it's tomorrow, next week or at the very last second, I don't care as long as you're certain that whatever you choose is something you actually want, not what you think is right."

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. "Okay," You say after a while. Your eyes are still closed, but a small creeps up on your lips.

"Okay?" Caspian echoes, his eyes sparking up, even though he's not sure he heard you correctly.

"Yeah," You say, opening your eyes to look into his. "Okay, I'll stay. But I might change my mind if you don't come here and kiss me, because-"

Luckily, he cuts you off mid-sentence by pulling you in and effectively using his lips to shut you up. You can feel him smile against your lips, and you can't help but reciprocate the gesture while your hands run up into his hair.

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xxmarcxline · 2 months

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“mamma mia!” | complete masterlist

SYNOPSIS: One summer at camp was all it took for your twin daughters to unravel the plot you and their father had kept hidden for (almost) twelve years.

Pairing: aged up!modern!Edmund Pevensie x afab!Reader

Side Pairing: modern!Caspian x afab!Reader

CHAPTER I : mamma mia! (coming soon)

CHAPTER II : voulez-vous (coming soon)

CHAPTER III : SOS (coming soon)

CHAPTER IV : slipping through my fingers (coming soon)

CHAPTER V : take a chance on me (coming soon)

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lavendermaelk · 1 year

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Carnal Domesticity

Henry Winter x Fem!Reader, The Secret History

!!!MDNI!!! Word Count: 3k Content Warnings: Kissing, Oral Sex, P in V Sex, Chair Sex, Drinking, Smoking, Shotgunning (smoking), OOC-ish Henry, Dom-ish!Henry, Reader is a cis woman Author's Note: The ending kinda sucks, ngl.

It was a cool October morning, the sun peeking out from behind the clouds now and then to shine into Julian’s office where the seven of his students sat while the ancient Greek professor was going on about a passage in the readings that were assigned for the night before. The kettle was starting to whistle in the background and Julian paused himself to get the kettle and teacups for everyone as well as a carton of cream and a bowl of sugar should the students desire some. [Y/N] finished the last bullet point on her notes before setting down her pen and reaching up to stretch some.

She was enjoying the brief moment of rest before she felt a gentle nudge as the other students slowly stood to start grabbing their tea. Henry had gently bumped her with his elbow, a hint of a smile on his normally stationary lips. [Y/N] gave a little nod and got up, moving to get her own tea as the spectacled man followed behind her. Once everyone fixed their tea and sat back down, Julian continued on, taking up the rest of the hour to preach about Greek prose and how one could utilize it to convey certain things or something of the sort.

When the lecture came to a close, the seven students thanked Julian for the lesson and tea, slowly filing out of his office and out to the breezy, open pathways. [Y/N] adjusted the bag on her shoulder and buttoned up her coat a little more to fight off the chill, bringing her shoulders to her ears in hopes that her lapels would block the wind from nipping at her neck. She felt a soft warmth wrap around her, the thick fabric of Henry’s scarf concealing her neck and part of her face, enticing a soft chuckle from her and a quiet ‘thank you’ as the group started to migrate to [Y/N]’s apartment for lunch.

Francis and Richard walked ahead, both of them making light talk while the twins trailed behind them, lightly bickering about God knows what this time, and Bunny hung back with [Y/N] and Henry. The blond walked on the other side of Henry, chattering his ear off while the brunette gave him short answers and hums of acknowledgement, silently hoping that he would run out of things to talk about but that was never a common occurrence with Edmund.

Lunch had gone rather well, [Y/N] had gone shopping the afternoon before knowing she had to feed six other people, five of which were grown men. She had made a simple roast that she left in the oven during class and some veg to go along with it. As long as everyone was satisfied, she was happy with herself.

Everyone was full and grateful, the twins and Francis deciding to set up shop and start tackling their Greek while Richard bid his goodbyes and hurried off to his French class. Henry was over by the window, pulling a cigarette from the box he’d kept in his pocket and holding it between his lips to light. Bunny had to head off, something about meeting Marion for an early dinner despite having just eaten. [Y/N] smiled at the sight of her friends before sauntering over to Henry, letting him exhale the cloud of smoke before gently plucking the cigarette from between his lips and taking a drag herself. “Do you want a drink?” she asked, taking another hit before handing it back to him.

“Sure,” Henry nodded.

“Can I have one too?” Charles chirped from the coffee table, perking up a bit as he heard the word ‘drink’.

“Yeah,” [Y/N] chuckled softly before going to the kitchen to pour them each an inch of scotch. She took the glasses to the living room and handed them out before going back to lingering by Henry’s side and sipping on her own glass and leaning her head on his arm.

It didn’t take very long for the three at the coffee table to finish up, slowly starting to pack up and leave, waving their goodbyes. [Y/N] saw them out the door, giving the boys pats on the back and Camilla a friendly kiss on the cheek, waving one last time before closing and locking the door behind herself before turning to look at Henry. He had moved to sit in the armchair, lighting another cigarette as he set his nearly empty glass of scotch on the coffee table. She smiled softly at him, glancing at the clock to see it read ten past four as she moved to make herself comfortable in his lap, straddling his thighs and taking the cigarette from him once more.

“Did you enjoy lunch?” She asked, brushing his hair away from his forehead while his spare hand settled on the small of her back.

“Of course I did. Cleaned my plate and all.'' He smiled softly, an expression that was near exclusive for her. His large hand gave her back a gentle rub and he took the cigarette back to take another drag. “C’mere” he mumbled, gently taking her by the chin and bringing their lips together. He let out a sigh as she started to kiss him slowly, his smoke filling her mouth which she hungrily inhaled. She could taste the bitter whiskey and tobacco on his lips but it was the sweetness of his kiss that made her moan into his lips. Every kiss they shared, he managed to taste like he’d just swallowed a sugar cube. It was addicting, more than that, it made her core rumble with need.

Henry chuckled softly at her soft noises, setting the cigarette down in an ashtray and bringing his hand to her hip so he could pull her close. He let out a soft groan as she pressed herself against him and wrapped her arms around his neck, his large, pale hands giving her flesh a gentle squeeze. Another whine left her lips as he felt around her body, cupping her curves and smoothing over her wool and cotton clad skin. She pulled away slightly, a thin string of saliva connecting their swollen lips as their heated breath mingled before she dipped her head and she started to kiss at his clean shaven jaw. He still smelled of aftershave and his cologne with a hint of his natural scent from wearing so many layers and moving around for the better half of the day. One of her hands slid up some more to run her fingers through his dark hair, gently tugging at it as her spare hand slid down his chest and back up under the sweater he had worn on top of his white button up.

Henry gave a soft chuckle at her eagerness, his hands gripping at her thighs as his chest rumbled with his voice. His hands wandered just as hers did, trailing the curve of her behind before finding their home on her waist, giving her a teasing squeeze before slowly pulling her jumper from its neatly tucked place beneath the long skirt that was belted in place.

“This one’s mine, isn’t it?” he asked softly, his vocal chords humming underneath the gentle yet hungry touch of her lips. She gave a little hum in affirmation and he smirked a little, starting to pull the knit sweater up off of her torso, forcing her lips to detach from his skin for one short yet agonizing moment. As Henry put the sweater over the arm of the leather chair, [Y/N] undid the top few buttons, revealing the necklace he’d gifted her long ago sitting beautifully against her skin. It was a simple chain, one matching the link that was around his right wrist that he’d gotten for the first birthday she’d spent at Hampden.

The pulsing heat in Henry’s trousers had started to bother him with [Y/N] sitting right on it, teasingly pressing herself down on him, her own hands lifting the sweater up and running across his chest. He let her remove the knitted wool and set it aside before his hands found themselves undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt and peeling it off of her.

She began to do the same for him, undoing his buttons to reveal his toned chest and abdomen. One would expect someone who spends most of their time reading and studying the classics and dead languages not to be as fit as he was but it seemed that he never dropped the regimen he’d put in place when he was injured in high school. Her fingertips brushed against his pale skin, his muscles twitching slightly as her touch left a burning sensation in its wake as she pushed the cotton weave off of his shoulders.

Henry huffed softly, leaning up a little to let the fabric fall off of his frame. Her hands dragged down his chest before they slowly tugged the dress shirt out from his pants and started to work on his belt. She made quick work of the leather strap, moving on to his button and zipper.

“Needy today, are we?” Henry teased, letting her do as she pleased. [Y/N] rolled her eyes at him playfully as she got up only to kneel between his legs, tugging at the loose waist of his trousers.

“I always need you~” she muttered, pressing a kiss to his knee as he let her have what she wanted. He pushed down the fabric that had been hugging his hips all day, his growing length revealing itself to her with a throbbing excitement. [Y/N] licked her lips hungrily as her eyes trailed along the shaft, focusing on his dripping tip before locking eyes with the man who was staring down at her with a lusty amusement.

She gingerly reached for it, her hand wrapping around his thickness and giving it a slow stroke which pulled a low groan from him. [Y/N] looked up at him once more before closing in, wrapping her glossy lips around the head and letting his taste coat her tongue. A soft moan came from her as she started to suck, her hand still slowly stroking him up and down.

Henry’s hand came down, brushing her hair out of her face and holding it back so he could watch her work. His pale cheeks started to take on a crimson hue as [Y/N] continued to pleasure him. He never pushed her down and did his best not to buck up into her mouth, simply holding her hair out of the way. He was enamored with how she could bob her head and take more of him so effortlessly, how her moans sounded around him and how her sweet noises made the pit of his belly tighten with need.

[Y/N] kept going, eager to make him finish as Henry continued to let out soft groans and huffs before the nearsighted man guided her head back up and he doubled over to pull her into a needy kiss. His hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs caressing the curve of her cheekbones as his fingertips nearly got lost in the roots of her hair. He kept her there, tasting himself on her sweet sweet lips for a moment too long before letting her go and standing up.

“Take it all off. Let me see you,” Henry ordered her, standing from the chair. His white shirt hung on his elbows as he reached down to stroke his aching cock, watching as [Y/N] stripped for him. She pulled the button up off of her arms and set it aside before unbuckling her belt and letting the long tweed skirt fall to the floor. Next were her tights, her hands pushing down the thin nylon as she shimmied out of them and then moved to take off her underwear. She unhooked her bra and let her panties fall to the floor as well before picking them up and setting them on the couch adjacent to the plush armchair. “Get on the chair. Legs up.”

She did as was told, sitting on the edge of the seat and leaning back to pull her legs up and onto the upholstered arms. Henry moved to kneel in front of her, mimicking her position from before as his hands ran across the undersides of her thighs and his lips lowered to press kisses around her dripping slit. He continued to tease her, kissing and nipping just around her needy cunt to hear her whine and watch her squirm.

“Henry, please” [Y/N] whimpered as her hand moved down to grip onto his dark hair. He let out a soft grunt as her tight grip tugged at his hair, almost trying to direct his lips onto her aching clit. A deep chuckle left him and he pulled his wire rimmed glasses off his face, setting them to the side before brushing his lips against her swollen bud, just barely giving her what she needed from him. Another whine came from her as she felt his touch ghost over her skin before he succumbed to her wordless begging and placed a kiss to her clit. It drew a shaky mewl from her lips and he continued. He dipped his head further down to drag his tongue along her leaking slit, gathering her juices on his tongue before he wrapped his lips around her clit. She uttered curses as he professed his love against her cunt, his tongue circling her bud as he gently sucked on it. His hands kept roaming the bottoms of her thighs as she started to writhe underneath him.

One hand joined his mouth, pulling her folds apart before he moved down to drink her drippings like it was ambrosia and he craved immortality. Henry pushed his tongue into her, his grip on her thigh tightening slightly as his thumb started to circle her clit. His eyes fluttered closed as she twitched and tightened around his tongue, the pad of his thumb pressed down and continued its circular rubbing as he professed his love for her, spelling out each word against her tight walls. He continued on, eager to hear more of her sweet noises while she squirmed in his hold.

Henry slowly pulled away, her sweet noises and the aching of his manhood starting to become too much for him. His cock twitched as he straightened up, watching as her chest rose and fell with each staggered breath. What a sight. Henry leaned down, his shaft fitting against her folds as he pressed their hips together, and he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

“You’re so beautiful, especially like this.” Henry sighed softly, pushing his hair back as he started to rock his hips against hers, his length collecting her wetness and brushed against her clit.

“Henry, please” [Y/N] sighed, her core aching to be filled by him. She reached out, her hands landing on his forearms as his own settled beneath the crook of her knees. He pushed them as far as they would go before pulling back and letting his tip settle at her entrance. He started to press in, groaning softly as her walls hugged him tight with no intention of letting go. He relished in the welcoming warmth of her body and kept his advances slow. He pushed in and out a few times as he eased his cock into her, her grip on his arms tightening each time he descended further into her core. Henry took his time working himself in until their hips met, soft moans tumbling out of both their lips.

[Y/N] ‘s back arched up off the seat slightly as he started to thrust agonizingly slowly, her toes curling as he hit the deepest parts of her with such ease.

“Love, please!” she begged, tightening her grip on his arms as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Harder, faster, please Henry!”

He appeased her neediness, starting to drive his hips a bit faster as he snapped into her with more force. He leaned forward more, his head pressed against the back of the chair as he watched her gasp and whine at the change of pace. Her hand slid down his arm and started to rub at her clit as he continued to thrust into her, soft huffs and grunts coming from him.

“Fuck. You take me so well, darling.” he praised between grunts. He continued to thrust, his hand moving hers out of the way so he could rub her clit and press down with each thrust. [Y/N] gasped and whined as he did so, the pit of her stomach tightening as she felt him nudge her closer to the edge with each slap of his hips against hers. His thrusting had roughened some more, now faster as he did his best to keep up the steady cadence.

[Y/N] let out another whine as her walls tightened around him again, gripping at him wherever she could.

“T-There! Just like that, Henry!” she gasped as he rolled his hips into her harshly. “I’m so close, don’t stop!”

The broad man did as he was told, keeping the pace and hitting her deep within her core. It only took a few more strokes with his thumb rubbing over her clit to send her over the edge. It was as if he had reached in and pulled the cry of pleasure from the pit of her belly as her back arched up. She shook underneath him, her walls clamping down on his length and rapidly contracted, almost trying to milk him dry as he stayed buried deep inside her. Henry let out a grunt, huffing and moaning softly as his own orgasm washed over him, his length twitching and pulsing in time with her body. He nearly couldn’t hold himself up anymore, slowly pressing his torso down onto hers and burying his face into her hair as he held her close.

Henry turned his head, starting to kiss at the spot underneath her ear as [Y/N] laid there, leaning into his touch while they both came down from their highs. It took Henry a moment but he lifted his head to look at her dazed expression

“My beautiful beautiful [Y/N]” he mumbled before pressing a light kiss to her lips. He held her close for a while longer, not wanting to pull away from her warmth just yet.

"Do that to me more often~" [Y/N] sighed out with a soft giggle, pulling another grin from Henry's lips.

"Yes ma'am~"

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daeneeryss · 2 years

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the lady from the north ii.

– Pairing: Daemon x f! reader. – Summary: Years later, with two twin children, Y/n Stark begins his journey to King’s Landing alongside his brother as representatives of Winterfell. Recently, House Targaryen has lost some members and this has motivated the move to the place, however things seem to have changed drastically from what they were twenty years ago. – Warnings: Smut, oral (f and m reviving), p in v, slight, breending if you squintm unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, pet name, dom!daemon, sub!reader and smut…SMUT! – Word count: 6.5k – Rated: Yes, but mistakes can happend. Sorry if have ;( – Notes: So the big day finally arrived, my first writing involving older content explicit, I tried my best not to fantasize so much and leave the reading engaging at the level of Daemon Targaryen, this man moves me in a way I never imagined possible . I also thank everyone who liked the first part, currently the post has 82 likes and this goes beyond what I imagined, so here's my thanks to everyone who read it, if you haven't read the first part just click on the link below to be redirected or access the pinned post on my profile. A great read to all!

Daemon and Laena did not marry, the only union remaining from houses Targaryen and Valaryon is with Rhaenyra and Leanor; All phrases said in High Valerian will have a translation right in front of them, I hope you don't get confused. If you feel that your reading has become polluted, comment your opinion so that it doesn't happen again.

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“Mommy why only they have dragons?” Anika questions me while watching dragons resting in the distance.

“House Targaryen descent allows them to have a direct and stronger connection to these animals,” I answer my daughter. “Why would you want a daughter dragon? Don't you like Ivar?"

"Yes mom, but he's a wolf and he would like to have a dragon too." The daughter comments while watching the winged beings with all the attention in the world.

“My teacher said that people always want what tends to be impossible.” Edmundo, Anika's twin answers. "Especially something as different as a dragon."

“I think if we can be friends with the princes we could go there, Mom?”

"Maybe, but for the moment I think it's better to go play in the yard and so be away from balconies, right young lady?"

Gradually Y/n descends her daughter from the pillar that placed her to walk to the castle's central courtyard, during her youth it was her favorite place to read and put aside worries and matters about the future. So that moment with her kids there would be fun for her. During the walk, some servants passed by the trio and greeted them with a smile on their faces, the Stark woman felt the purest pride to see Anika and Edmundo politely responding to each of them, it seemed that even in the face of so much turmoil they were immune to everything bad. , especially the greed and wickedness of men.

After their birth, many of Y/n's late husband's family went to her to reach an agreement with descent for House Greyjoy, as the younger brother had been presented as lord of the house and with children, this could generate conflicts and power struggles. Y/n and her brother's thinking at the time was the coin, a certain amount for each child and any mention of the Greyjoy land inheritance about Anika and Edmund would be ruled out, a fact that their mother fought to be present in the role, it could be the only guarantee in case a feud got bigger in the future.

"Mommy looks there," Anika exclaims with her right arm outstretched. "Just like the tree at home, can we go closer?"

"Sure." I replied smiling at her." Did you know that was my favorite place when I used to come here? I would spend hours reading about the aristocracy to help your uncle."

"Can I go back to my room, Mom?" Ed questions looking down at his feet. "I wanted to play there for a little while."

"Stop it, Ed." Anika turns her attention away from me and pulls Edmund's arm. "Let's play hide-and-seek and this lazy face will disappear in no time. Besides, playing outdoors is much better.

"Watch out kids, watch where you're stepping," I warn them as they start to run into the yard.

Y/n possessed differential from the many women at court regarding children, even though she was a Lady she often put aside this title in the presence of her little ones, they need affection and courage, how could she provide such feelings if she worried about clothes, beauty, and other tasks? They might indeed be important, but here was the Y/n Stark woman holding up the skirt of her dress and making it easy to run to where Anika and Edmund were, provoking a series of ecstatic laughs from Anika, she was a real joker.

The afternoon passed and the three of them enjoyed every interaction, some moments they had visitors who watched what they were doing with great admiration, during this time Y/n had the pleasure of seeing again his childhood adventure buddy Mr. Harvin Strong. It was he who had caused a scar on his back when he went to Winterfell they both enjoyed climbing trees and one-day Y/n ended up slipping on some moss on the trunk and falling from a considerable height, however, resentments never remained between the friendship. While Y/n prepared a towel on the ground, her lady companion organized a brief coffee for her children over the shade of the tree.

"Anika comes to eat, your brother is already here," I affirm as I stand up and wipe my hands on the skirt of my dress.

"There is just one detail missing from the drawing." She shouts with her full attention on her paper. "Leave it there and then you can come back." I retort seeing that she was stalling to come.

"But mommy..." I look towards my daughter and noticed the presence of a pout on her lips with almost watery eyes, a worthy staging.

"Don't even think about it Anika, the only person who believes is your uncle. So come soon, you can play more later."

Y/n watches Anika walk carefully, she was angry at her decision, but the funny thing was her lips muttering something that amused her mother. "Say it louder daughter, so I can have the chance..."

"My prince." Elianne, my lady announces with attention behind me, I divert my attention at the same instant. Turning my body around I find Daemon walking over to where we were standing.

"The children are enjoying the day." The man replies smiling. His hands were clasped together in front of his body. "But why does only this one look upset?"

"Someone was preferring drawings to feed," I reply to him. "Feel free to enjoy some of the food, my prince."

At that instant Y/n receives Daemon's watchful gaze, he seemed to study every detail of his friend and the woman took advantage of the act to reciprocate the action. The last time they had seen each other the long platinum locks marked the face of the former friend, now his hair was at shoulder length, a little shorter, but still incredibly beautiful and charming. Still admiring Daemon, Y/n allowed herself to think about the possibility of finally having his company as a husband, after all these years she would be able to be by the side of the one she loved.

"Mommy the juice is out." Anika takes my attention and I look up at her, the empty stick was in her hands, yet I notice a striking smile on Daemon's lips. What could it be?

"Could you fetch some of the liquid Elianne? Just a little more, we'll have dinner later."

"Certainly ma'am." She bows toward me. "Excuse me, gentlemen."

Taking her cue from the lady-in-waiting Y/n lowered her hips to sit beside her sons, but Daemon's striking presence seemed to frighten her silent sons. The prince stood, features closed, hands clasped together in front of him and, main detail, gaze focused on the three below him.

"Is everything okay?" I ask as I cut a slice of cake. I notice Anika slowly approaching my body.

"He's looking at us seriously. I'm scared" I hold my smile.

"Daemon I think your presence is making my children afraid of your person."

"Really?" He inquires as he moves even closer to Anika, she slowly brought her body even closer together to mine setting aside the bread she was eating. "I thought that coming here to extend an invitation makes you excited and not afraid, maybe I was wrong." In that instant, he was already crouched over her calves.

"An invitation?" Edmund asks curiously as he eats a piece.

"The two of you seemed interested in my dragon earlier, especially you child. Perhaps you would like to get to know him more closely."

"Is it serious?" At the same instant, Anika leaves my arms now interested in my friend's invitation, "Mom can I go?"

"Well..." I speak as I look intently toward Daemon, he returned the look with a neutral look on his face. "Do you promise to keep an eye on them? What if something happens?"

"It won't happen." He replies eating some grapes. "Would you like to accompany us on this ride Y/N? I hear you are good at riding" A smile marks his lips as he chews the grapes. Was he saying that in front of my children?

"I appreciate the invitation, however, I need to speak with my brother soon. I appreciate the invitation." I direct my gaze to my sons and find them both already standing beside Daemon. "Be sensible and don't delay."

"Don't worry Mama, I am sure Lord Targaryen will not harm us."

"But it's the fear I was feeling earlier..."

"Rest assured Y/n, your children and I will get along super well, as will you and I" He replies as he stands up between his speech he approaches me "If I may." Daemon reaches out his hand towards me helping me up off the ground, after all, Anika and Edmund were practically ready by now and jumping up and down with anxiety.

"Thank you." I hold tightly onto his wrist as I stand up, but am surprised by a hand around my waist. "Daemon, have some manners and get your hands off of there."

"Nyke ȳdra daor remember complaining skori issa ondos istan va zȳhon waist se īlva bodies istan joined va se bed." Daemon whispers in my ear. (I don't remember complaining when my hands were on her waist and our bodies were joined on the bed.)

"Emagon manners issa prince, ao emagon people around se nyke would raqagon respect syt issa riñar." I remove their hands from where they were and smile at my children. "Elianne will escort you to a safe place, then be careful." (Have modes, my prince, you have people around and I would like respect for my children.)

Finishing the interaction with her children in a hug Y/n leaves their presence and starts her walk towards the meeting with her brother after she didn't lie when she denied her friend's invitation, however, the real intention was not to be so close to him when the memory was still alive in her memory. Even after four long months of the touch and acts of that night of pure lust shared between them, she could not blame herself after the death of her husband the neediness comes to her on certain days but when you have a lord brother in a place where everyone follows you it is impossible to have an affair, however, this prevented the king's brother from entering the young woman's hut at night during the winter games, Daemon accepted the invitation very willingly and went as a representative of House Targaryen.

"Modes? Nyke pendagon gīda ao dīnagon aōhon aside hae nyke entered ao, issa riñnykeā." (Modes? I think even you put yours aside as I entered you, my lady.)

Should she have stopped? Looked back or answered that line? Perhaps it was better to keep walking while going as far away from Daemon as possible, when the words reached her ear the sensations were directly aimed at her sex. To lie that such acts did not return once again in her mind would be considered a sin, after all, it was Daemon Targaryen she thought the man she fell in love with and gave her heart to.

After leaving the hall where some families were present during dinner, Y/n walked with her children to the rooms where they would sleep, it was small, and gave them both room to play when there was no one to accompany them around the castle. After helping both of them change and prepare their beds, the young Stark placed each of them on their beds with a delicate seal on the top of Anika's head, such an act was a mother-daughter tradition that she made sure to keep.

"Sleep well my children, anything call for Elianne and have her come to me."

"We are grown mothers. We can face the dark now." Ed proudly states.

"Even more so after having seen a dragon up close, we can put fear into anyone who tries to provoke us now." Anika completes her brother's speech, and in that instant, I noticed that she was holding my hand. "Mom what did you talk to Uncle Daemon about earlier?"

"UNCLE?" I exclaimed with a tone of surprise. In less than hours, he had already won over my children, what was he up to now?

"Well, we were talking in High Valerian, it is an ancient language and one that the Targaryen family descends from. I learned it in the time I stayed here as a young girl, even though he taught me much of what I know."

"I would like to learn it to find out what you were talking about, I wonder if..." Anika interrupts herself as she yawns, I need to remember to thank the gods for this.

"That means it's time to go to sleep, right?" I get up from Anika's bed and walk to the door, outside I find Elianne accompanied by a helper. "Good night mommy." I hear my children say before closing the door.

While walking to her room Y/n goes over some requests for her lady to carry out in the morning, in less than a week they would already be returning to Winterfell, and leaving belongings in King's Landing was not an option at this point of the championship. After bidding farewell to the company of both helpers the young woman found it strange when she noticed the absence of guards at the door, it was unusual since they came from the north, but when you have a party facts like this happen routinely, however, Y/n kept her sense on alert in case someone knocked on the door.

Leaving these thoughts aside, Y/n walked to her dressing table to remove ornaments, comb her hair and change into a more comfortable outfit to sleep in. While unlocking her hair Y/n began a light murmuring of a song, the intention was to distract and help the time to think, after all, patience is needed for the removal of everything that was in her hair. After finishing all the main steps the Stark woman walked to where her clothes were and chose the one she liked best to sleep in.

"Whenever nyke jurnegon ao, nyke feel raqagon nyke facing se olive precious treasure hen ry se sīkuda dārȳti." (Whenever I look at you, I feel like I'm facing the most precious treasure of all the seven kingdoms.)

"Daemon, how did you get in here?"

"I have lived here for many years before your first time in this castle, my lady." Daemon replies.

"Still, we are alone, and look at the situation you find me in." I indicate to my body, only a small semi-transparent veil covering my skin. "Do you think it's appropriate?"

"Appropriate no, however you know I have a certain fondness for acting against what is right." As I hear the end of the sentence I hear the lock being locked. "You know, earlier when you denied my ride and left me waiting for an answer, it made me question a few things."

"Well then, tell me what bothers your thoughts."

"Sagon issa ābrazȳrys." Daemon says as he walks over to me, I slowly feel my body shiver at his speech. "Sagon issa ābrazȳrys se ao jāhor ūndegon bona nykeā dīnilūks goes tolmiot beyond nykeā political commitment." (Be my wife. Be my wife and you will see that marriage goes far beyond a political commitment.)

"Ao gīmigon īlon kostagon't, especially hae nyke se dārys's lēkia se zȳhon pāstan ones would vēdros naejot ūndegon bisa situation isse court." I respond to the same. (You know we can't, especially as I'm the king's brother and his trusted ones would hate to see this situation in court.)

"When you say that do you mean Hightower or his family? Otto should barely know how to use his stick and thinks he's capable of deciding what I'll do with my life." Daemon's hands touch my face, and as I feel his breath on my face I close my eyes. "Mazverdagon bisa iderennon syt ao, ivestragī issa mazverdagon ao issa ābrazȳrys raqagon īlon promised issue childhood." (Make this choice for you, let me make you my wife as we promised in childhood.)

"Daemon." As I say his name he rests his forehead against mine, I believe he still felt fear. "Mazverdagon issa aōhon ābrazȳrys, issa prince." (Make me your wife, my prince.)

As if a collision of two stars in the sky happened, was the feeling of Daemon's lips next to mine, it was overwhelming to feel it all over again, after all, it had been months of indecent touches of my own at night thinking of him, the one who promised me the world when we were only 15, the man who made me feel in heaven and hell before I could even think of the consequences. It was with Daemon Targaryen that I allowed myself to stop being that delicate northern girl and experience anything that could corrupt me.

I had never been kissed or touched like this, not even when we had our first relationship months ago. As our lips deepened the kiss more intensely Daemon's free hand began to travel down my body, starting on my breasts still covered by the thin blue silk, slowly I feel my nipples getting hard through the fabric, but soon this feeling of being covered fades away and is accompanied by a look of pure lust from Daemon. "She was getting in my way." Having said that the fabric was being pulled off my body and thrown across the room, and I quickly feel a wet chill in the area, his mouth had been placed on my breast directly while the hand that was on my neck was placed on the other breast.

Hostage to this explosion of pleasure I search for support and entwine my fingers in Daemon's hair in an attempt to stand up, for his mouth was getting deeper and deeper in acquiring contact with my body. A groan made a presence on my lips when the man stopped his action, I wanted to feel him one more time, and both bodies joined as the stars made their presence felt in his night. That was the reaction when you are with Daemon. Everything becomes more desirable. I arch against him, begging with my whole body for more. That attitude caught his attention as Daemon lifts his face and brings it closer to my neck, there he pinches my ear shivering my entire body. "Please...please," I say to him. No answer comes only his heavy breathing, maybe he needs a break himself, meanwhile, I direct my hands to his drawing Daemon to the bed, surely it would be more comfortable.

"Jurnegon ao, desperately reacting not Issa religion," Daemon says as he stands over my body, with his right hand holding my two hostages above my head, his other hand kept moving down my body and his mouth never left my neck unattended this mix of actions. (Look at you, desperately reacting to my touch)

My conscience had all the words on the tip of my tongue, was to say yes and everything would be accomplished, but I was thirsty for the pleasure of having one of his fingers in my folds, Daemon started with a slow pace, yet kept my mouth busy releasing moans instead of answering his question. "What happened my beautiful? Have you run out of words?"

I arch my body against him, silently begging with my body for more. Only slightly sympathetic to my distress, he rubs his hips against my core and pinches my ear with his teeth. He says nothing, breathing heavily on the back of my neck, his right hand running over my hips, I sigh deeply as he rubs two more fingers into me increasing the accumulated moisture in my vagina. "Nyke aōhon," I say cos eyes closed and breathing deeply. "Mazverdagon issa aōhon." (I'm yours. Make me yours.)

After my words reach his ears he wastes no more time. Daemon brings his hand to my entrance and begins to stimulate the site, before bringing it to him he placed his fingers on my lips and looked intently at my face while tasting my flavor and aiding in lubrication, something I imagined was not necessary. Observing our situation I am sure I would be stoned for such heresy to my house, but I was willing to take that risk if the result was to end the night crying out for Daemon.

For a brief moment the loss of contact with him caught my attention and allowed me to open my eyes, Daemon was standing there unbuttoning his pants, his shirt must have come off before I could look at him. When the Targaryen prince was undressed in front of me and with his member against my abdomen the reaction to touching me was instantaneous, my trembling fingers touched my clit in light movements as I watched Daemon masturbating himself.

"Look into my eyes Y/n." The petition heated my desire even more. "Keep gracing yourself and keep looking at me."

Touch through touch. Each pleasured himself as we looked into the other's eyes, Daemon's sloppy touches on his cock taking the silence out of the room while my low sigh seemed to provoke him even more. Daemon closed his eyes for a moment and that's when an idea occurred to me, with that I put aside my self-pleasure and brought my hand up to the Targaryen man's member.

"Shit." A low moan leaves Daemon's mouth as he stroked his intimate. He had already removed his hands and handed control over to me. "Are you sure about this?"

"Kessa issa prince." (Yes, my prince.)

With that line I directed Daemon to a chair right next to my bed, earlier it was a place of pastime for reading now this became an object where Daemon would receive pleasure. When the prince adjusted himself on the seat I was kneeling between his legs, my gaze now changed from submission to dominance of what I would do next, I could have several thoughts at once, however, I would put them aside and focus on showing Daemon that I was game.

I slowly snuggle closer to my member, kissing his legs softly as I prolong his physical desire to have my lips on his manhood. Daemon is already moaning long before my lips touch the top of his cock, before bringing his length to my mouth I choose to have my hands do work down the length. I don't say anything during the process, I just look at Daemon who kept his head thrown back and eyes closed.

I had already felt his size inside me, but still, I am amazed to think how big he is and that he would be banging against my throat very soon. I inhale sharply but continue and lick from base to tip as my hand continues to slowly pump him the length below. I feel Daemon's body begin to shake, even more, his abdomen is contracted followed by a series of words in Valyrian, seeing him practically whimpering above me brings a lot of pleasure that is directed straight to my wet core, and when I decide to wrap my lips more around his tip, Daemon lets out a heavy moan that makes my stomach clench. I start by licking his pre-semen before pushing more into my mouth. I decide to squeeze the base of his cock with my lips gently before adjusting its angle to take him deeper, doing so Daemon grabs my hair tightly in response in an attempt to stimulate my actions even more. Slowly I begin to take Daemon's cock deeper. The instant his penis reaches the back of my guaranteed throat, even as I choke on it, I continue to push even deeper until my lips are pressed against his abdomen and my nose feels goose bumps due to his pubic hair.

"Look at you...a lady taking my cock like a slut." Daemon defends such words as I begin to move my head over his length. "Please... shit."

Daemon's hand absently finds its way around my hair like a tangled mess, he begins to pull my face rudely up onto his cock. When his movements become faster and stronger I search for support and squeeze his thighs hard enough to hurt, he could not be the one to gain in this act, a physical reminder was needed. He doesn't scold me when I perform the previous action, however, he continues to pound me for several more minutes before squirting all of his cum into my throat. The taste might not be one of the best, but I do my best to swallow every drop of it as he watches me in amazement as his tongue is thrust out, I don't think he even expected me to do that, so I make sure to always look into his eyes, never taking my attention away from his face.

Daemon groans as he feels the absence of my mouth on his length, however, he seems to recover quickly from his orgasm as he soon pulls my lips together forcing me to sit on his lap, the sensation of having him still wet on my insides teased both of us, I was sure when we both moan against each other's lips. He is looking at mine for a moment later when, still on his lap, I begin to make small movements with my hips over his softened penis after the recent orgasm. Daemon pulls back when I try to tighten our contact further, after all, he had had his pleasure, but I was still waiting for that and these movements caused goose bumps to run through my body, however, he grabs my hips immobilizing my attempt to reach out. He is growling low, I think then to direct my hands to his back and scratch the place, but I am surprised by Daemon grabbing my throat and lifting me slightly.

" Sagon careful skoros ao jaelagon syt, ao ȳdra daor jaelagon naejot wake bē unable naejot geron, gaomagon ao?" He murmurs, not releasing his neck, yet I feel his penis hardening again in my belly. (Be careful what you wish for, you don't want to wake up unable to walk, do you?)

Slowly he pushes my hips until it is possible to feel the tip of his member at my entrance, the movement is slow and firm the first time, stretching me comfortably to give me a chance to adjust little by little. I slowly catch my breath and realize that Daemon was waiting for a signal to continue, so I nod a few times for him to continue and he does, but the gentleness is no longer present in his actions. Pulling to the edge, he pushes back hard, sending the chair forward a little, occasioning a certain fear of falling that leads me to hug his shoulders with both my arms, Daemon seizes the moment and opens my ass as his cock settles deep in my vagina.

A loud sigh leaves my mouth combined with a possessive moan from Daemon, slowly the friction movements in our bodies begin and even though gentle their speed turns to speed and brutality leaving me ecstatic, after all, he pulled my hips out and pushed back again in a rough way. When I feel Daemon peaking I pull his lips to mine, the need to have him in all my spaces went out of whack when the tingling in my belly starts, I needed him completely and in less than two minutes I am tightening around him, and moaning with the need to cum.

Damon smiles against my lips as he notices my actions which draws my gaze and I realize that for the first time since I was inside him that our eyes finally meet again. "Are you going to cum already?" he asks in his sultry, sensual voice, his lips were close to mine, however, our friction was prevented by our joined foreheads.

My only source of response is a groan, and with his next thrust, a cry of surprise erupts my lips the same second he lifts my body next to his, we were now standing and walking towards the bed. As we lay down on the mattress Daemon stands over my body and returns the movements, but this time he exerted all the control over mine, the strokes were sloppy and fast and I could feel his anger, after all, earlier it had been hard for him too. As Daemon strokes his cock at my entrance he brings his right index finger up to my clit to stimulate it, it was the height of pleasure to my sex, the tingling returns, and I let out a loud moan that would be heard by someone in the hallway and nearby rooms. "Are you ready to cum on my cock honey?" Daemon asks smiling, he was reveling in my situation.

"Please, Daemon... don't stop. Please." I beg with my head turned on the bed and eyes closed. "Let me cum."

"Aōha jaelagon iksos nykeā order" (Your wish is an order)

Upon hearing his words in my ear I allow my body to crumble over his member, I cum all over his cock, drenching him with my cream-soiling even the sheets over our bodies, however, his movements do not stop after all he is not finished yet. He was not even close to reaching his apex. While I felt my body soft from the recent orgasm Daemon put his hands on my waist to turn my body, leaving my ass touching his cock, before I could react his direct hand joined both my arms behind my back making him dominate my body completely.

Slowly I feel his cock being placed back into my still dripping pussy to be accommodated, he immediately starts rubbing his tip up and down my slit, once again teasing me and begging for it. When he pushes the tip against my clit, I can't help but start shaking again, I was still sensitive from my recent orgasm.

"So you like having my cock inside your pussy, huh?" he purrs in my ear as he continues to rub his cock against my clit. As he continues to moan in an attempt to get him to push his entire length as fast as possible along my folds, to put aside this torture and begin the rough penetration.

Before I can respond I grumble at the lost friction but stop questioning his action when I feel Daemon pull away from my body, bending down and directing his face toward my ass, his right arm reaching up to rest against my lower back, providing slight support for his actions that would take place over the next few seconds. He spreads my legs a little wider and lays down between them, seconds later, his nose and breath are against my wetness. Then his tongue is going in and out of my hole, he is taking me so well on his tongue that I can't help but roll my eyes, Daemon licks up all my released cum and even swallows some of it. "Your taste is the best in all the seven realms, my queen." He presses his face even closer to my vagina causing me to thrust forward.

The sight is pure sin, his face buried in my pussy, me clutching the sheet as if my life depended on reaching that orgasm, and amid moans he licks, sucks, and bites my clit bringing me even closer to an orgasm. He doesn't stop when my legs start shaking or when my hand starts scratching his, I was sensitive and felt powerless to reach the peak once again. When I start to scream and moan louder he just buries his face deeper and moves his tongue so quickly against my clit that I come harder than our other night and the one a few minutes ago, not realizing that I had squirted my release in his face I remain just panting against the pillow underneath me.

Daemon doesn't even take a few minutes and I feel like he was drowning in my pussy from the feel of his tongue licking my juices and depositing them in his mouth. As his body rises from the sheets I direct my gaze back and find a wet face dragging and making contact, I notice a smile on his lips, but soon he breaks our gaze and starts pressing kisses and licks all over my back, especially over my local scar, taking advantage of the movement he moves up until he reaches my neck. He starts sucking and kissing my spine next, leaving bruises that would be visible to everyone on the court the next day, but at that moment I wish he would continue with his actions and in an attempt to allow him to continue I take my arm straight to his hair and let my hands pull some strands, he bites my neck releasing another moan from my lips.

When he reaches my cheek and begins to lightly seal that region I feel his erect cock in my folds searching for the hole he desperately wanted to return to. As his tip began to thrust into me again he leaves my face and returns his attention to my neck before raising his body, there he licks a long stretch from the bottom of my neck where it meets my shoulder. Without any warning, his cock pushes me the deepest in and simultaneously Daemon bites the spot he was just licking, again a cry of pleasure leaves my lips. He bites hard enough to draw a small amount of blood on my skin, at that moment my moan comes out with a little pain. "Be careful Daemon... we can't leave it obvious," I ask slyly.

He doesn't take his mouth off the bitten spot, his teeth are still buried in me and he wastes no time with his cock and resumes the movement in and out of my hole at that moment he seeks pleasure and there were no limits to achieving it. He enters several times and with a brutal rhythm, taking my body to limits I had never experienced before. Again and again, the movement in and out was repeated and within minutes I am releasing a moan coming from deep in my throat, legs trembling and squeezing Daemon's cock which remains buried in me, not moving until my pussy squeezes his cock as well. Finally, his mouth releases my neck and his tongue licks the little bit of blood from the bite present on his lips. At that moment the only things to be heard, other than the sounds of our breathing in the room and Daemon's hard thrusts into my vagina. Then I realize that Daemon had not yet cum inside me.

"Daemon..." I say as he starts to pull out of my aching hole, I thought he was going to seek pleasure with his own hands, but then his left-hand squeezes my wrist, and the other pushes me back onto the bed as I try to sit up. In one swift motion, he stands over my body and begins thrusting into my core once more. Daemon is moving fast, too fast for me to notice that his only desire was to release his seed into me. "Nyke jāhor leghagon ziry rūsīr issa nūmo, olvie aderī bisa giez sombāzmion jāhor sagon lēda hen heir, " (I will fill it with my seed, very soon this whole castle will be full of heirs)

I begin to whimper under him as he growls and moans loudly, his rhythm beginning to falter once again indicating that he was reaching his orgasm. Then, pulling to the end of the bed, he thrusts back into my core harder than before, and in that sequence of in and out he hits the deepest with such force that I am teasing again as he fills me with his hot cream.

"I..." I pause as he places his forehead on my shoulder. "I love you Daemon."

"I love you too." Light selfies are deposits on my collarbone, we were still recovering from that string of orgasms, plus we were a mess. "My queen."

After a while the couple remained the same way, Daemon inside Y/n, they wanted to enjoy the moment until they split up and continue to behave as was required for court, however after what had happened in the previous hours could cause some rumors when passing employees heard everything that happened between the four walls of the northern lady's room.

Daemon lifts his body and withdraws his member from the woman's entrance, a moan escapes the young woman's lips due to the absence of length inside her. The man stands up and walks over to the dressing table and takes a handkerchief from Stark's hair, with this in hand he returns to the bed and sits down near her intimacy, and cleans that area carefully and calmly.

"This is supposed to be used on my hair, you know?" I ask smiling as Daemon tosses the long handkerchief and begins to lie down beside me again. "Now I have to wash it before I use it."

"If you want to leave it with me I can find a perfect purpose and use for them." Daemon smiles when I realize the intonation he had said. "What? I'm just saying."

"Anyway shouldn't you be going back to your room?"

"No one would risk entering my room without permission. Besides I prefer to spend my time by your side."

Y/n hugs Daemon's abdomen as he settles in beside her, they both wanted that and the young woman wasn't going to waste those hours complaining or fighting. As they each left caresses on each other's bodies the young Stark felt her eyes getting heavy from sleep and tiredness, before she could fully surrender to the dream world she heard Daemon speaking.

"Tomorrow over dinner I will tell my brother of my intention to marry you." Daemon continues stroking my shoulders, however, my movements on his abdomen stop.

"But wouldn't it be better to talk to my brother first? He might react badly to such news in public."

"Your brother already knows of my interest in making you, my wife. I spoke to him yesterday." Daemon kisses the top of my head. "Is that okay with you now?"

"Fine. However my wish now is to have a pleasant night's sleep, would you grant me that wish, future husband?"

"Ah." Daemon laughs in amusement at my speech. "I will be here until dawn, should you wake up later know that I was by your side until the last second.

"One last thing." I say with my eyes closed. "Let your hair grow back."

– Note: YEAH! I'm a little anxious for your return, I think I got excited in some parts, but I hope to improve in my next works. I don't intend to continue in a third part, I would like your opinion.

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americas1suiteheart · 9 months

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Can I ask for a Lemon x Reader bubble tea shop au?

I love this so much! If you can't tell, Lemon is one of my favourite characters to write so far. He's such a sweetheart I love him.

Your Order, Please?

[Lemon x GN! Reader Bubble Tea Shop AU]

[Notes; I realized halfway through that this was starting to look very similar to another lemon x reader that also just so happens to be a bubble tea shop au sorta thing, so I just wanna clear up that I'm not purposely "stealing," ideas or work and I'm basing it off of the request.👍]

[Warnings; One swear word is about it, this is sort of a 'the-twins-are-off-of-work' sort of thing, so no violence, blood, or death in this fic.]

You were currently working in a small Bubble Tea Cafe, it was fairly popular amongst the teens that lived within the area, but you still had some adults show up there too that were regulars. But there were so few of them that you could name them off the top of your head; Matthew, Edmund, Olive, Hannah, Ella, Jane, Jim, Scott, and the most particular name of them all, Lemon.

Olive and Hannah were best friends, Jim was a buissiness man, Jim and Scott were married to eachother, you didn't know much about Ella and Jane, and Lemon sometimes came in with his brother, Tangerine, and always got the same order.

Lemon in particular was your favourite customer to serve, he would typically come around the quieter hours that the Cafe was open, he was simple with his order, and he was funny and kept a conversation when you would make his drink, something that most people don't do either because they think its bothering or because they're on their phones.

You'd much rather people talk to you than they be on their phones.

You hadn't known much about him except that he has a brother obviously, that he's about the same age as you, and most importantly that he loves Thomas and Friends.

That's what you two would typically talk about when he came around. Though you could tell that his brother wasn't very fond of it whenever he came with him due to the annoyed look on his face. He was typically pretty quiet for the most part though.

You were currently washing the blenders off so you could have clean ones for the next customers that wanted a blended order.

Ding!

You finish drying your hands so you could get to the customer, only to turn around and find Lemon with his brother. Tangerine had that grumpy look on his face he always had, whilst Lemon had a large grin on his.

"Oh, hey guys, its always a pleasure to see you two, I'm going to assume the same thing today right?" You say, quickly making your way to the order station.

"Great to see you too, Y/n. I think I'm gonna try something different today though," Lemon says, looking at the menu.

"Alright, cool. What about you Tan, same thing?" You say, leaning on the counter.

"Yeah just the coffee bubble tea," Tangerine replies.

"Alright, Lemon, have you decided yet?" You look at him.

"What do you recommend," Lemon asks, a nervous look on his face.

"Ooh, well my favourite is the Jasmine tea with coconut milk and the jelly cubes. Its fairly herbal and fruity so I think you might like it," You say.

You could see Tangerine snicker slightly before Lemon gives him a hard nudge at his ribs with his elbow.

"Yeah I'll have that," Lemon says.

You turn around to go and make the two their drinks, them bickering at eachother before it eventually stops. This wasn't odd behaviour for the two, they seemed to fight quite often actually, so you've just learned to ignore them.

"Y/n, darling, can I tell you something," You hear Tangerine say from behind you.

"Uh, yeah sure," You say, slightly confused.

Tangerine wasn't much one to talk, at least not when he was in the shop. And when he would talk to you it was just to give you his order, which was slightly unnecessary being he got the same thing everytime. So why is he talking to you now?

"Alright, you've got to really promise not to say anything to Lemon though because he'd try to kill me,"

"Um, alright?" Now you were even more confused, what does he have to say that can't be told to Lemon?

"Okay, Lem's got a little bit of a thing for you. Never told me directly but all he ever does is go on about you constantly. If he's not trying to get fuckin' Thomas and Friends into the conversation, he's trying to get you into it," He says, in a hushed tone.

You freeze up for a second, you could feel your face and ears rapidly starting to go red.

You'll admit, Lemon was a very handsome man. He was always very well dressed, he was nice and funny, and he had that cheeky smile that could be contagious to anyone, except for Tangerine apparently.

You didn't say anything until you finished the drinks and place them onto the counter in front of him, still letting Tangerine's words process into your mind.

"Do you really think he fancies me?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Why? Do you fancy him?" Tangerine asks, raising an eyebrow, an amused smirk forming on his lips.

"P-possibly," You stutter out, the same heat burning the tips of your ears and your cheeks.

He didn't say anything, just paid for the drinks and left with a cheeky grin on his face.

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It had been a few days since the twins had last come to the shop. It wasn't like Lemon came everyday but it worried you now being what you told Tangerine.

You were currently on your lunch break, sitting in the staff room while your co-worker was up for his shift. You munched on your sandwich and read a book to pass the time.

When it was finally up you placed your white apron back on and placed your book back into your bag, then going back into your station.

You wiped the countertop down to get rid of any wet spots your co-worker forgot to clean.

Ding!

You turn around to see none other than Lemon come in.

"Ah, Lemon! Great to see you!" You exclaim, sounding a bit more ecstatic than you would've liked.

"Do you want the same thing or something different today?" You ask, a smile on your face.

"I think I'll try something different again," Lemon says, twiddling with his fingers.

"Alright, you need time to think?" You ask.

"No, I think I've got it," Lemon replies.

"Alright, go on ahead,"

"How about a date?"

"What?" You say, taken aback.

"A date. I would like a date with you," He repeats, a twinge of nervousness in his voice.

You could feel your face burn up again once more. Curse your easiness to fluster so quickly.

"You don't have to say yes or anything its your ch-"

"I'd love to," You say, cutting Lemon off, silently cursing yourself for not letting him finish.

"R-really?" Lemon stutters, an awestruck look on his face.

"Really," You reply back.

Lemon grins widely, "Great, here's my number," He says, taking a small yellow post it out of his pocket.

"Did you have that piece of paper ready for if I said yes?" You giggle, taking it gingerly from his hand.

"Maybe," He says, sheepishly.

You chuckle before reaching next to the cash register to grab a pen and paper to write your phone number down for him. You draw a little smile face down next to your name before handing the paper to him.

"I'll text you soon," Lemon says, giving a wink before leaving the Café.

You could see him walk to his car, Tangerine in the drivers seat, as he excitedly opens the car door and shows Tangerine the piece of paper you'd given him. Tangerine gives him a smile before starting the car up and driving off.

You wondered if Tangerine told Lemon what you'd said. You'll ask him about it eventually.

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I think this might be my favourite work ever. I hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Requests still are temporarily closed but should be open within the end of this week or mid next week.

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weasleydream · 4 years

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A thousand time stronger

Here is the famous Narnia imagine! I had this idea when I watched The Prince Caspian and, as some of you asked me to post it... It’s finally there!

If you have some Narnia requests, don’t hesitate to send them (and if it’s angsty then thank you so much because who doesn’t like some angst?)

Anyway, enjoy!

Masterlist

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Our story takes place in a world none of us know. It was a fantastical world, a world most of children would want to visit, or would have wanted to visit during its brightest period. Now, Narnia was nothing more than the shadow of what it used to be, an apparently lifeless world invaded by heartless people. Its Golden Age had ended so many years before, its happy days disappeared in a blow of wind in the same time as the most loved Kings and Queens Narnia ever knew.

Still unaware of what their beloved Narnia had become, in fact, still unaware they even were in Narnia, five kids were playing in the clear water of the sea after a unique experience with Magic. The oldest was Peter, it was a kind boy who wanted nothing more than to protect his siblings, even though he could be a bit strict with them, or some of them to be more precise. The oldest girl was Susan, she was soft and had the irritating habit to talk like their mother. Then came Edmund and Y/N, the twins of the family. During their childhood, they couldn’t have been more different - Edmund was as mocking and vicious as Y/N was introvert and unsure of herself. However, they were now like the two sides of a coin, they knew each other perfectly and were inseparable. The youngest was Lucy, a little girl with a big heart and a contagious smile. Together, they had reigned on Narnia during fifteen years, known as Peter the Magnificent, Susan the Gentle, Edmund the Just, Y/N the Brave and Lucy the Valiant, before being thrown again in the house of Professor Kirke.

After a year of dreaming of it, and even if our heroes didn’t know it yet, they were back at Narnia. But if they hadn’t changed a lot - they were only a bit taller and the girls’ hair were longer - their beloved land wasn’t the same. In fact, it was so different that they didn’t recognized the beach they had contemplated during fifteen years.

“Where do you think we are?” finally asked Edmund with his hand above his eyes to protect himself from the burning sun.

“I thought you were more intelligent than that, Ed.” laughed Y/N. “Where do you think we can possibly be?”

“It’s Narnia, you silly.” replied Peter.

“I didn’t remember these ruins…” muttered Edmund.

And indeed, when they looked up, his siblings saw ruins at the top of the cliff in front of them. It was the first witness of the past splendor of the place, only a few stones carrying the wealth of their history. All intrigued by this mystery, they ventured in the woods that led to the old castle and, enjoying the shadow provided by the trees that were definitely calm, they began to explore. Suddenly, and as usual in these situations in which her elders lacked of imagination, Lucy understood where they were. She placed her siblings in front of the little piles of rocks that had once been thrones.

“Imagine columns, and a roof made of glass.” she said. “This is Cair Paravel!”

The joy had been quite short, because this realization was accompanied by another one, much more worrying and even sad.

“It can’t have been that long.” murmured Y/N.

“It can, remember the time isn’t the same in here.” replied Susan.

“You know what it means?” If her smile was contagious, Lucy’s tears were too. “All our friends… Mr Tumnus, Mr and Mrs Beaver… They are gone.”

After a few minutes of silence, the time for the Pevensies to process these news, these decided to continue their exploration. Now that they knew where they were, it was much easier to get their bearings.

“Oh, I didn’t remember this corridor!” said Lucy as she walked between two stone lines.

“Look, this is the orchard!” exclaimed Edmund.

“Come here!” shouted Peter. “Remember this door?”

“The Treasure Room?” asked Susan. “I hope it’s intact!”

And intact it was, with all the treasures they remembered and the ones they had forgotten. At the end of the room aligned five massive trunks. Lucy precipitately opened hers to find her dagger and her Cordial. She also showed Susan a dress she had worn when she was an adult. She was amazed at the size. After the most adult answer Susan could have given her (“That’s because you were taller!”), Edmund and Y/N exchanged an amused look and opened theirs in the same movement. The first thing Y/N saw in her trunk was her sword. She grabbed it, not fearing a second the rust, and drew it. The blade was still as perfect as the last time she had seen it, with all the engravings retracing all the battles she had won alongside Edmund, Peter and sometimes Lucy. A nostalgic sigh escaped her lips when she gently passed her thumb on the oldest engraving. Battle of Beruna. She could remember it as perfectly as if it had happened the day before, the blood rushing in her head, the adrenaline when the two sides had met, the sickening fear when Edmund had been injured, the anger and desire of revenge she had felt just after. It had marked the beginning of the happiest era of her life, for sure.

During the following hours, all the Pevensie siblings began to feel more like the Kings and Queens they had been, and less like the children that had just left England. And with that, the tensions between Y/N and Peter became more and more present. For a long time, Peter had been really hard with the twins, always reprimanding them as soon as he had the occasion. Susan was also like this. Things had changed with Edmund after the Battle of Beruna, when he had been hurt and Peter had thought he would lose him. Since this day, he had been less on his nerves with him, and slightly less with Y/N too, but it was nothing comparable. When they had come back in England and left for school, they hadn’t seen each other a lot and it hadn’t been a problem. But as they were walking in the woods to find Prince Caspian, Y/N was feeling like she would scream just to get this out of her. The way Peter was giving orders around, the way he was holding his head a bit higher than needed, it was really irritating and not really respectful for Trumpkin the dwarf.

The little group finally reached the camp where Caspian was with the Old Narnians. After the presentations, Y/N decided to explore the surroundings and left Edmund and Peter to their council to follow Lucy and Susan. Together, they wandered between fauns, dwarfs and all types of animals. They were sharpening blades or chatting, but it gave the girls all sort of memories.

“What three girls like you are doing here?”

It was a little faun, apparently really young.

“We’re just walking around.” said Lucy.

“Oh, Lucy, look!” exclaimed Y/N, who hadn’t really paid attention to the faun. “Are they mice?”

Indeed, twelve mice were proudly walking toward the mound.

“Lucy?” repeated the faun. “Are you… Are you the Queens? Queen Lucy, Queen Susan and Queen Y/N?”

“Absolutely.” approved Y/N.

The little faun’s eyes became round, and he didn’t lose a second before rushing to the first friend of his he saw, exclaiming with big moves the Old Kings and Queens were here. Soon, a crowd formed around the girls and Y/N, who hated all this royal attention, managed to escape and joined Edmund, Peter and Caspian in the mound.

The ambience was way more tensed in there, and soon, Y/N learned that the actual king, Miraz, was Caspian’s uncle and an usurpator. His army was here, ready to defeat Caspian’s and kill his nephew. They knew Aslan was the only one that could offer them a victory, but they needed time.

“A duel.” finally proposed Peter. “A duel that will end with the death of one of us. Either Miraz or me.”

No one found a better idea and an order was immediately written. Peter handed it to Edmund, and Y/N followed him outside. The twins joined the camp of the enemy and the crowd of Telmarine soldiers opened in front of them. They glared at the two Narnians and whispered on their passage.

“Are they the famous twins? The ones deemed to be invincible if they fight together?”

“I had never seen a girl with a sword…”

“They don’t seem that dangerous.”

“You kidding?”

To be fair, seeing them walking that calmly in the middle of the enemies, shining in their armours perfectly polished, was simply impressive. Edmund was slightly in front of Y/N, one of his hands holding the parchment and the other firmly gripping his belt. Y/N had grabbed casually the guard of her sword. Their faces matched with a determined look visible only in times of war, and the only thing that disturbed the calmness they had imposed themselves was the nervous habit Y/N had always had: her jaw clenched compulsively.

Edmund and Y/N didn’t answer the whispers around them, they only straightened a bit their back and kept walking at a steady pace toward the tent in the middle of the camp. The fabric was richly embroidered with gold thread, which didn’t leave a doubt about the comfort Miraz used to live in. The twins eventually reached the entrance of the tent and the two guards in front of them stepped aside after an order coming from Miraz himself.

After all she had heard about him, Y/N had imagined a terrible man, intimidating with a royal stature which would have helped him keeping the throne of Narnia despite him not being legitime. But in fact, he looked like an usurpator in her opinion. Each of his features showed how perfidious and contemptuous he was. Even Peter didn’t lift his head that high - Miraz seemed to be an arrogant man.

After the usual presentations, which caused the nobles around Miraz to look at Edmund and Y/N both in amusement and disbelief, the discussion eventually came to the duel. Miraz listened to Edmund as he read the order while Y/N watched carefully at each person present in the tent. None of them inspired her trust and she had the unpleasant impression that no matter which arrangement was adopted, it wouldn’t be respected by the Telmarines.

After a sign of the usurpator, Edmund and Y/N left the tent to let him the time to think about his decision.

“Tell me again, why do we think they’ll respect our engagement?” asked Y/N.

“I know.” replied Edmund. “I don’t trust them either. But we need time, we need to keep them busy until-”

“Until Aslan is ready to help us, I know.”

A silence followed, during which both imagined how bad things could go if they were betrayed. Of course, none of them would have said it out loud, and that for two reasons. The first was that they didn’t need words to communicate. One look, one gesture was enough for them to understand the other. The second reason was that they were too worried and didn’t want to worry more the other. It had always been kinda like this, but this overprotectiveness had reached its peaks during their first time in Narnia, when Edmund had left alone to find the White Witch. Y/N knew something was wrong, and she knew her twin wouldn’t have let her alone like this without a good reason. She had defended him in front of Peter and Susan, Lucy being too kind and too young to blame him, and it was from this moment that her relation with Peter had become worse. When Edmund had finally been rescued, when he had seen by himself how worried Y/N had been, he had sworn he would do anything for her not to be worried anymore. When she had seen how distraught her dear Ed was, Y/N had sworn the same thing. Of course, they had forgotten they could read each other like an open book, and they just lost the habit to formulate their fears with words.

Maybe seeing the twins silent had given the Telmarines the courage to approach, fact is that they began to laugh just under their nose.

“I’ve always said that a lady with something cutting in the hands is the most stupid thing that can happen.”

The soldier who had said that was a tall man with a mocking grin. Apparently proud of his intervention, he elbowed the man next to him who laughed. The Pevensies couldn’t know that, but the second man had a painful memory of his wife threatening him with a knife while she was slicing the meat for the diner and tripping at his feet, cutting his arm in passage.

“Or the most dangerous.” replicated Edmund, who was particularly proud of his sister.

“Is it true that you’re two of the best swordsmen of your time?” asked a young soldier. He seemed more impressed than the others.

“Maybe you can show us!” It was the first soldier. Y/N rolled her eyes and Edmund shook his head.

“No offense boy, but I really would like to see your sister in action.”

Maybe he had heard enough stories to know Y/N was easy to provoke, fact is that the solder touched the reckless part of her and despite Edmund muttering it wasn’t a good idea, Y/N got up and drew her sword.

“You want to see me fight?” she asked. “Fine. Attack me.”

The three men were less proud now that a crowd was forming around them.

“Come on Y/N, don’t play with them and do it quick, we don’t have all day!” shouted Edmund.

No sooner said than done, in only a few movements no one saw precisely, except Edmund who had seen her fight a thousand times, Y/N had won the fight. The three soldiers were on the ground with their mouths wide open. Edmund snickered and shook his head when his twin complained about how easy it had been. However, his attitude changed immediately when one of the soldiers, the one who had provoked Y/N, got up silently and readied to attack her by behind. One look at his brother warned her and she turned around at the speed of light to grab the collar of his chainmail and position his own sword under his chin.

“Don’t ever do that again.” she hissed.

The soldier was simply terrified, and that was understandable: he had in front of him Y/N Pevensie, a dangerous girl whose reputation had traveled the ages, who was known by every Narnian like the most skilled swordswoman of history, and who formed with Edmund (who was now standing behind her) an invincible duo. Y/N eventually let go of him and tiptoed to watch him in the eyes.

“If I were you, I would pray to not cross me during a battle, or else you’re dead.”

And she gave him her back to sit back on the tree stump she was initially on. The crowd quickly dispersed, and no one noticed the humiliated soldier rushing in the tent. Roughly five minutes later, Miraz got out and walked directly toward Edmund and Y/N who stood up even though they didn’t respect this man at all.

“Does it amuse you to play with my soldiers?”

This question full of contempt was for Y/N, and the girl felt her blood boiling. She could practically feel Edmund’s warning radiating behind her and, at the cost of a great effort, she relaxed.

“Your soldiers wanted to see me fight.” she replied. “I couldn’t deny them this honour.”

This was maybe her biggest flaw. Y/N, in the very same way as Edmund, was someone very sarcastic and was simply unable to measure when sarcasm was allowed and when it wasn’t. Useless to precise right now, it absolutely wasn’t.

“I don’t think they’ve all had the opportunity to see you,” began Miraz, “and I didn’t have either. I accept the duel against your brother with the condition that you fight against twenty of my best soldiers. If you win, the duel will take place. If you lose, your brothers, sisters and Caspian will die. If you don’t accept, my army will attack yours when the Sun will be at its zenith. Now, if you need me, I’ll be in my tent.”

And Miraz left, persuaded he had found the way to get rid of all of his enemies. A long silence took place between Edmund and Y/N, the first one fearing his sister’s decision and the latter regretting bitterly her behavior. Unconsciously, they had both glanced at the Sun, but they knew it was still early in the morning. Now, all that they had to do was take a decision, and Y/N was on the verge of accepting, after all she was the responsible of this situation, but Edmund took the lead.

“We go back to our camp. Peter will decide what to do.”

“The decision is already taken.” groaned Y/N.

She wasn’t angry at Edmund, of course. She was mentally scolding herself for having been so pretentious and, even though she would never admit it, she was pretty afraid too.

“There’s no way you’ll fight them, Y/N.” said Edmund. “I won’t let you.”

And he left at a quick pace, obliging Y/N to follow him. They gained back their camp in a total silence, where they found Peter and Caspian discussing strategies with Trumpkin and Cornelius. When he saw his siblings’ expressions, both matching in a mix of fear and anger, Peter immediately understood something had gone wrong.

“Where are Susan and Lucy?” asked Y/N.

“Gone.” replied Peter. “What happened? He didn’t accept?”

Edmund glared at Y/N, and even though Peter knew it wasn’t actual anger, it still was so unusual that he began to imagine the worst things that could happen. Above all, Edmund seemed decided to let his twin talk on her own.

“No! He accepted… Well, kinda.” muttered Y/N.

“Kinda? Tell me what happened.” Now, Peter was beginning to worry too.

“He’ll fight with you if I beat his twenty best soldiers in a round.”

She had talked so low that Peter wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. Y/N explained how it had happened, how the three soldiers had provoked her and how she had effortlessly beaten them. Then she added in a small voice that all of their lives were on her. At this point, Peter was pacing and, if Y/N had had the same connexion with him that she had with Edmund, she would have seen he wasn’t angry either but worried sick. But she didn’t know, and the shame made her keep her head down.

“You won’t let her fight, right?” asked Edmund.

Peter stayed silent, trying his best to imagine how things could go if they were attacked a few hours later. Of course he didn’t want to let his little sister fight, but he had a big responsibility on him and feelings couldn’t be good.

“You can’t forbid me.”

Y/N had gained her courage back and was decided to assume her mistake. There was no way everyone would be thrown in a battle lost in advance if she could prevent it. And at this moment, she was sure she could beat these soldiers and she wasn’t worried for her siblings’ life, along with Caspian’s one.

“Everyone, out.” said Peter with his autoritary voice.

Everyone left, the last being Edmund who refused to let this decision be taken without him and had to be dragged by Caspian.

“Peter I swear you better take the good decision!” he screamed just before disappearing after a particularly violent push from Caspian.

A long silence took place in the mound. Peter was still pacing and Y/N, waiting not so patiently for his decision. After a few minutes, Peter felt observed and he glanced at his sister.

“Don’t look at me like this Y/N. You won’t fight.”

“You can’t-”

“Yes I can!” shouted Peter. “And if I really need to use this argument; then I’ll do it: I am the High King and you have to obey me.”

It was all he shouldn’t have said, because it put Y/N in such an anger that she rushed toward him and stopped a few centimeters only from him.

“You may have been the High King,” she hissed, “but I have been a Queen. I have never let anyone give me orders and I won’t start today. Whether Ed likes it or not, whether you like it or not, I will fight. I made a mistake and I have to make up for it, that’s all.”

“And if you’re killed?” Peter was getting crazy. How could he make her understand how much he wanted her to be safe?

“Then I hope you’ll be smart enough to not be killed on the spot.” For a split second, her voice shook and Y/N prayed for Peter not to have heard it. But he had, and it had made his heart sting. “But it doesn’t matter. I won’t lose.”

“You can’t know that!” he exclaimed. “You see, you’re not mature enough to be involved in all of this! You never think, you-”

“It’s not a question of maturity Peter! I do not have the choice, it’s different. Don’t think one second I’ll let you die…” she added with a lowest voice.

“And you don’t have to die either. If we let him attack-”

“That’s exactly what we wanted to avoid! If we let Miraz attack, then we’re dead. All of us. You said it yourself. We can’t count on Aslan, that’s why we need to gain time. And this time, I’ll gain it for you.”

With that, Y/N left without waiting for his answer. The fact is that Peter knew she was right, but he wasn’t ready to let her risk her life. He had always been especially hard on her, but he loved her with every fiber of his heart. If only he could have taken her place, he would have done it without any hesitation, but Miraz had been clear. If Y/N didn’t fight, they were attacked. However, he gained back his senses soon enough to yell “You stay on the camp!” just before murmuring “That’s an order you better follow.”

Of course, Y/N didn’t have any intention to follow this order, not this one after all the ones she had ignored and especially coming from Peter. She was looking for a horse when Edmund grabbed her arm.

“Can I know where you think you’re going?”

“Looking for you.” she lied. “Peter wants to talk to you.”

She had always been unable to lie to Edmund, and the latter saw perfectly through it. He narrowed his eyes, probably ready to tie her in order to keep her safe when, by an exceptional coincidence, Peter’s voice echoed. He was calling for Edmund. The boy reluctantly let go of Y/N’s arm and gave her his back. She knew he would take apart the first faun or minotaur he would see to tell him to watch her, which was why she didn’t have a lot of time. She innocently walked toward the nearest horse and, when she was just next to the animal, she jumped on its back. Unfortunately, Edmund had seen her and immediately shouted her name.

That didn’t stop Y/N and she exhorted her horse to go faster. If all her blood hadn’t rushed in her head blocking every sound around her, she would have heard him screaming her name with a desperation he had never shown or even felt. All she could think was that she had to fight, even if she had to lose her life. It was for her siblings, who she loved more than anything. It was for Caspian, who had proven to be an excellent prince and friend. It was for Narnia, which was her second home.

Y/N reached the enemies’ camp way faster than the first time. She rushed in Miraz’ tent, pushing aside the two guards at its entrance in passing, and only stopped when she was in front of the wooden table. She extended an arm, her eyes fixing the usurpator.

“My brother agreed.”

And they shook hands at the very moment Edmund entered the tent, hit by a wave of pure terror when he couldn’t help but think it could be one of the last times he saw her alive.

The grass under her body was soft, as it had always been in Narnia. It was way more comfortable than the grass of our world, and it gave Y/N the feeling she was lying on a cloud. She was far enough from the camp to only hear the lapping of water that flowed lazily somewhere on her right. She was used of the woods, used of listening carefully each noise, and she immediately heard the steps that came closer and closer to her. She didn’t try to hide, though, because she knew it was Edmund and she wanted nothing more than to see him.

“You should eat something.”

She didn’t answer, not because she wasn’t hungry but because the restraint in his voice was something she had never heard, and for the very first time, she couldn’t understand if Edmund was angry or not.

“Y/N, the meat is cooling down.”

“I’m not hungry.” she said with the most calm voice she could.

“You should-”

“I told you no, Ed!”

Y/N had shouted and immediately regretted it. Edmund sighed and stepped closer. Until then, he had waited standing a few meters away. He let himself fall on the ground and laid just next to Y/N.

“Are you afraid?” he finally asked. Y/N could feel his eyes on her.

“No…” she lied. “Not for me, anyway.” It was a bit more true.

“I am.” Saying Y/N was surprised would be an understatement, and she looked at her twin in disbelief to meet his teary eyes. “I’m afraid to lose you and... and so is Peter.”

“It won’t be the first time I risk my life.”

“It’s different, Y/N.”

She didn’t find anything to reply, and Edmund stayed silent. He had closed his eyes too, and his thought were monopolized by only one thought, or more precisely, one memory: the day, so many years before, when he had been rescued from the Witch’s camp.

Edmund was walking next to Aslan. He had been afraid of the big Lion, afraid that he would think he was the worst traitor he had ever met, and the worst was that Edmund thought he would have been right. The sun was getting down, and illuminated all the camp in a delicate golden colour. Aslan was silent, and all of sudden, a kind of purr could be heard; it was like if it came right from his heart.

“Tell me what you are fearing, Son of Adam.”

Edmund didn’t know what to answer and stayed silent. He feared so much things that he didn’t know which one the Lion wanted to hear, plus, he didn’t want to be seen as a coward.

“Your brother and your sisters won’t blame you forever, don’t worry.” At this moment, Edmund knew Aslan had guessed his worst fear. “You should go and see them.”

Indeed, Y/N, Peter, Susan and Lucy were waiting for him in front of a big tent. Edmund slowly approached them, not completely reassured by the Lion’s words, but Y/N didn’t wait and ran toward him. She threw her arms around him and tightened him almost painfully. She was muttering something under her breath, something only Edmund could have heard if only he wasn’t murmuring himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

When, after what felt like hours, the twins eventually pulled apart, their eyes met and Edmund’s heart broke a bit when he saw the tears in Y/N’s eyes. At this instant, he swore to himself he would always protect her, whatever the cost.

And protect her he had always tried his best to do. Y/N had become his absolute priority, he wanted to make up for all the tears she had shed because of him. That’s why he had always stayed by her side, in parties and during battles, he had always been there for her and had never really shared his own worries, wanting to take care of Y/N’s first.

The problem was that Y/N had done the exact same thing. From this day when he had finally come back, when she had seen the desperation and infinite shame in his eyes, she had understood Edmund wouldn’t be truly happy until he would finally be able to understand it wasn’t completely his fault, and that no one would hate him for that. She had made a point to always show him she was here no matter what. She had done everything to hide her own problems, considering Edmund’s ones were way more important.

That’s why, without even knowing it, they had developed a silent language between them, one that would reveal each of their fears, each of their wounds, a language that reversed all the efforts they had made to erase themselves.

They stayed silent like this during a quite long time, maybe an hour, and only moved when the sound of a horn echoed. Two short sounds followed by a longer one. It was time.

Y/N found herself like paralyzed, unable to make any move, not even when Edmund got up. He gently grabbed her hand and that helped her getting out of her trance. She got up.

“You still have time to refuse.” he murmured.

“You know I won’t.”

Edmund wanted to roll his eyes but he decided against it, not wanting to do anything that could possibly upset Y/N.

“Yeah, I know. Foolish hope, when you hold us… Come on,” he said while passing an arm around her shoulders, “I will help you to get ready. You will let me help you right?”

“Of course.”

Since the moment she had hurriedly left the camp to go to Miraz’s, Y/N hadn’t seen Peter once. Edmund led her in her tent and helped her putting on her armor, which she had taken off before hiding in the woods. Then he grabbed her sword and give it to her.

“Don’t wanna force you to be violent,” he said with his famous smirk, “but I hope you’ll slice them all.”

He was only pretending to not be terrified, of course.

Outside, both camps were reunited around a square delimited by ropes. To get there, Edmund and Y/N crossed the crowd of old Narnians who solemnly stepped aside on their passage. By now, they all knew what kind of agreement had been done, and they all thought Y/N couldn’t possibly win this.

Peter was waiting for them next to the improvised arena. His jaw was clenched and his arms crossed, but his nervous steps as he paced along the rope showed how worried he was. The twins finally joined him, and Y/N found herself regretting bitterly Lucy and Susan’s absence. She didn’t feel that confident anymore, and she would have wanted to tell them goodbye. On the other hand, if she lost, her sisters would be far enough to hide.

“Ed,” she murmured. Edmund immediately turned his head to look at her. “Can you send someone warn Lucy and Susan?”

Edmund’s jaw clenched and he looked away. After a second, Y/N understood it was because asking him that was like admitting she would lose.

“Please Ed, I just want to be sure they are safe.”

He finally nodded weakly, and both his and Y/N’s gazes followed Peter’s one. Their elder was looking at the twenty men aligned in front of them, most of them tall and broad. Miraz was slowly walking in front of them, giving his back to the Narnians and probably giving his soldiers advices or orders. The usurpator had put on his shiniest armor for the occasion. Suddenly, Peter placed himself in front of Y/N and grabbed her shoulders.

“Listen to me.” He was whispering so that Y/N and Edmund, who had moved closer, were the only one that heard what he was saying. “Miraz thinks brutal strength will be enough to beat you, but you have the advantage of the speed. The best you can do is tiring them until they get slow enough for you to attack without being touched. Okay?”

Y/N nodded and put all her bravery in this small movement. However, all her courage was certainly not a lot as she began to slightly shake. She had a bad feeling about this, something she felt on her blood and her bones. Peter, when he saw how distraught his little sister was, did something he had never done before: he engulfed her in a strong embrace, a bone-crushing hug quite uncomfortable with the armors but oh so warming in their hearts. Y/N wrapped her arms around her brother and tightened him as firmly as she could and, even though none of them said anything, they knew something was definitely different between them. If Susan had been here, she would have smiled tenderly, savouring the first demonstration of love Peter and Y/N had shown to each other in years.

Peter eventually let go of her and softly ruffled her hair.

“You can do that Y/N. I believe in you.”

Then Peter took a few steps backwards and Edmund practically jumped at her neck. He almost choked her to death, but she didn’t say anything because these signs of affection were rare with Edmund and she wanted to enjoy it as long as she could. She expected to see the same look as in the forest, but the determination burning in his eyes almost burnt her too and she felt as ready as she could ever be.

“You can win Y/N.” said Edmund. “You’re the best, you can beat them all without any difficulty.”

Y/N nodded, more firmly this time, and entered the arena. The encouragements of her brothers echoed in her ears, and she felt like she could move mountains.

The first man took a step forward. The fight began.

Y/N was whirling like a dancer, her gestures full of grace as she stroke powerful blows. Her sword shone under the sun, along with her polished armor, her black hair flying around her and forming an aura. Everyone, Narnian or Telmarine, understood Y/N’s reputation in the stories: it seemed like it wasn’t a girl in front of them, but a demon.

The first five guys were beaten rather quickly. Y/N hadn’t been seriously injured, except after the third soldier had hit her head violently; she had staggered a bit but had gained back her senses soon enough to send his head flying. She did as Peter had said: her strategy was to provoke them, forcing them to attack while she just jumped out of their league. However, this strategy had two flaws: first, it was hard for her too, and the fifth soldier had understood. From this point, she didn’t have any other choice than to always take the first attack, and the fights became more fierce and violent than before. The seventh soldier brought her her first serious injury, a long cut at the base of the neck.

When his sword had cut her flesh, Edmund’s heart had almost stopped. YN had taken a few steps back, just the time to evaluate the damages, before jumping on him with a renewed vigour. He had sighed, thanking Aslan she was still alive, and glanced at Peter’s pale face. A scream in the crowd had made him focus again on the fight to see his twin killing the seventh soldier.

Y/N had thought maybe she had a chance. The first soldiers hadn’t been too hard to beat, and she had truly hoped she could get through this. But this hope had vanished a long time ago: the more injuries she got, the closer she saw her death. Her body was aching, every fiber was protesting against her movements. Her muscles were burning, her head was painful both because of the blows and the sun. She was sweating so much that she had to grip her sword harder to not let it fall. Her lungs seemed to be unable to continue bringing air in her body, and after a desperate assault during which she pierced her enemy’s stomach, she fell on her knees and noticed absentmindedly a dagger hidden in his belt.

The fourteenth soldier had already taken a step forward, but in spite of killing her on the spot, he offered her a helpful hand.

“You need some time?”

“Five minutes.” she whispered.

The soldier nodded and helped her getting up. Immediately, she felt two pairs of arms behind her, and when she turned around she met Edmund and Peter’s worried faces. Without losing a second, they half dragged her to their side of the arena and sat her on bench that had been brought here for her. Peter examined her head, constantly rambling about how great she had been and how she could win, while Edmund cleaned the cut of her neck without a word. She noticed his hands were slightly shaking and for a second she felt bad.

“Let me alone, please.” she murmured.

Peter stopped, glanced worriedly at her and left. Edmund hadn’t made a move, yet Y/N had grabbed his wrist to make sure he would stay.

“I wasn’t going to let you.” he said.

“I know.”

They stayed silent a few seconds during which both of them tried to find something to say.

“Ed, I wanted to tell you in case I…” Finishing this sentence was too hard.

“In case you nothing Y/N. You can do it, I know you can.” Edmund looked like he was trying to convince himself. “You won’t die, you hear me? I told you Y/N, I can’t lose you.”

And he hugged her tighter than before, and she hugged him weaker than before because her strength was missing.

“I’m sorry…”

It came in a broken breath, a weak and pathetic sound that yet broke Edmund’s heart. All of sudden, and for the very first time, he was crying, bitter tears rolling on his cheeks as his twin, his second half, gave up on her shell and showed how terrified she was.

“Don’t do that… Don’t do that Y/N, I don’t want…”

“Ed, I need to tell you-”

“No!” he exclaimed. “Why don’t you tell Peter? Why don’t you want to see him? Why do I have to be the only one to hear your apologies? Why do I have to be the only one you say farewell to?”

Y/N wiped a tear from her face. Now, it was clear: the both of them knew she would lose and die.

“Because it will be easier for him that way.” she replied in a whisper.

“And me? Did you- did you think about me? Why don’t you make it easier for me too?”

“I don’t know how to do that, Ed!” cried out Y/N. “But I can’t… Without you, I just- I can’t do that, Ed! If you don’t help me, I won’t be able to go back there and to fight; if you-”

She had stopped so brutally because Edmund had hugged her once more, one last desperate embrace to show her how much he loved her and why she couldn’t possibly lose.

“I love you Y/N.” He murmured in her hair. “You have to come victorious, you don’t have the choice, okay? Promise me.”

“I promise.”

And she got up, a new strength in her, something that felt like desperation but that gave her the impression she could swim beyond the biggest ocean and climb the highest mountain. She walked toward the last seven soldiers but after only a few steps, she vivaciously turned around and ran directly toward Peter. She jumped on him, making him stumble a bit before gaining back his balance and holding tightly his little sister.

“I’m sorry Peter,” she murmured, “so sorry… Please, if I lose, please, don’t let yourself get killed. Protect Ed, Lucy and Susan, and Caspian, and Narnia, Peter, please…”

“Of course Y/N, of course.” he replied. “But you have to promise me you’ll do your best to win, promise you’ll fight like the lioness you are.”

Y/N smiled and nodded.

“Peter, I…” She had never said it to him, but she needed him to know. If she couldn’t keep her promise, Peter had to hear it at least once. “I love you, big brother.”

And Peter, with the heart heavier than it had ever been, kissed lightly her hair.

“I love you too, little sister.”

Y/N eventually let go of Peter, exchanged a last glance with Edmund, and gained back her place in the middle of the arena. The last seven soldiers were in front of her, all of them looking more impressive than the others. The girl had the terrible impression to be in one of these apocalyptic scenes you can see in the movies. She was facing her enemy, all alone and looking so insignifiant, surrounded by thirteen lifeless bodies, her steps in blood rivers printed on the ground.

She was ready to attack as soon as the signal would be given, but she certainly didn’t expect Miraz to slowly walk toward her. He lifted an hand, probably to say that Peter and Edmund had to stay where they were, and murmured something in Y/N’s ear.

“Each of these soldiers are stronger than the first thirteen reunited. Good luck,dear Queen.”

He left with a little smile, placed himself between his big chair and the wooden table he had put his helmet, sword and shield on, and gave the signal.

Y/N had hoped Miraz had just tried to discourage her, but it was clear that he was right. The soldiers were way stronger, each of their blows hitting like a rock with the speed of light. Y/N was running on empty, her breathing became more and more rapid and her moves slower and slower. The weight on her heart, knowing that Peter and Edmund hoped she would get out of this alive, was almost too much for her to bear.

However, against all odds for Miraz and the Telmarines, like they had expected for Edmund, Peter and the Narnians, Y/N fought incredibly well. She had turned her desperation into a force and, like each person that doesn’t have anything to lose, she had become simply dangerous. She took risks, she got hurt, but she killed several soldiers. One, two, three, four. Only three left. The victory had never been closer and, for the first time since the beginning, she seriously considered the thought that she could win.

She should have known. The last three soldiers walked simultaneously toward her, drawing their sword in the same movement, two of them stepping aside to surround her. Of course, it was Miraz’s order. If by miracle, she beats seventeen of you, you three, you fight together against her. She can’t win, understood?

The true fight began. From the corner of the eye, she saw the first man attempting to hit her. She dodged and attacked another. A sword touched her leg, another her arm. She dived to the ground. Rolled, jumped. She fell, bled, screamed, attacked. One hit her straight in the jaw, and she fell backward. She rolled and striked a body. Two swords threatened to finish her. Her eyes fell on the hidden dagger. No time to think. She grabbed the dagger, threw it on a man’s face, pierced the other’s body, rolled to dodge the last.

It took all her strength to get up and look at the man in front of her. Her knees were shaking, threatening to give up on her at every moment. She was giving her back to her family, and she couldn’t see their broken expression.

Because Edmund knew when she was exhausted. He knew when Y/N couldn’t move anymore, and he knew she felt like that at this very moment. Peter still hoped she would find the energy to kill the last one, he hoped she could get him by surprise if she attacked quickly enough. Both screamed when she fell back on her knees while letting go of her sword, and when she looked down, as if she was accepting her fate. As if she was ready to die.

“Y/N!” screamed Peter.

“No! Y/N, NO!”

Edmund tried to join his twin to protect her, but Peter had grabbed him, himself being held by Caspian. They didn’t notice Y/N slightly jumping when she heard them. The sword of the Telmarine seemed to fell on her in slow motion, and Peter and Edmund saw it hit her back. At the same moment, the soldier fell backward, Y/N on the top of him.

The following seconds seemed to last hours, everyone looking in disbelief at the two immobile bodies. Then, slowly, very slowly, her groans covered by the cheers of the Narnians, Y/N got up. Her chainmail had protected her, and in a desperate attempt, she had jumped on the solder to tackle him on the ground, her arm extended and her sword ready to kill.

Peter and Edmund rushed toward her. Y/N turned around and fell in Edmund’s arms.

“You did it! Y/N you did it!” Edmund had never felt so relieved in his life. “You scared me, don’t ever do anything like this anymore!”

“I can’t promise…” she smiled weakly. “Wait, I’ve got something to do.”

Y/N dragged her exhausted body toward a soldier. She ripped the dagger from his bloodied face and walked slowly and solemnly to Miraz. With a thud, she planted the dagger in the wooden table, and the weapon shook a bit. A puddle of blood was forming around it, soaking Miraz’s weapons. He seemed infuriated and looked up to Y/N as if he could kill her on the spot.

“Peter is a thousand time stronger than me.” She said with the most royal voice she had ever used. “If you want to stand a chance against my brother, I hope for you you’re a thousand time stronger than all these soldiers.”

And she left without adding anything, stumbling toward her brothers. Edmund wrapped an arm around her waist, Peter around her shoulders, and they slowly joined the mound under the Narnians’ cheerings.

#this is what happens when i binge watch Narnia #the chronicles of narnia #narnia imagine #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #edmund x twin reader #edmund x twin #sister reader #peter x sister reader

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"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲!" 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐔

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Summary: Caspian asks you to the yule ball.

AU: Hogwarts

Pairings: Caspian x fem Slytherin! Reader, platonic Pevensies, golden trio, and the Weasley twins x fem Slytherin! reader

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Warnings: Caspian being a tiny bit jealous but all fluff

Words: 2.6k

A/N: I started this over a month ago, but I finally came around to finishing it. Also, the house doesn't really matter but I wanted to slightly do a self-insert but it's still a reader story.

𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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The Triwizard Tournament was the biggest thing that has happened ever since Sirius Black was spotted in Hogwarts. In all honesty, you thought the tournament was stupid, since who would voluntarily sign up for a death tournament when you’re barely 17. Susan and Lucy also agreed with your thoughts on the tournament, but Peter, Caspian, and Edmund would disagree.

But the only positive that the tournament brought was the Yule Ball. You’ve always wanted to go to a ball again ever since the Pevensie’s had invited you to their Christmas Ball the year before.

Now you were in the Great Hall studying with Susan at the Ravenclaw table discussing the ball.

“So, Susan who do you think you’re going to go to the ball with?” you ask.

“Well, I was hoping that maybe George would ask me,” Susan says with a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Wait a minute. You, the Ravenclaw prefect who likes to uphold the rules, want George Weasley, a notorious prankster that likes to break said rules, as your date to the Yule Ball.” You dramatically gasp out at Susan.

“Oh shut up y/n! Says you, you’ve been pining after Caspian for the past 5 years.” Susan exclaims a little too loudly for your liking.

You slap her arm, “Why don’t you say that any louder I don’t think Ilvermorny heard you.” you hiss at her.

“Ow,y/n!” Susan rubs the spot where you hit her. “Plus you know I’m right, so now’s your chance to do something before someone else snatches Caspian as their date,” Susan tells you.

“I know, I know, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” You say while looking over at Caspian at the Gryffindor table laughing and messing around with Peter and the Weasley twins. You laugh slightly when he gets hit in the head with Snape’s book. The Pevensies, Caspian, the twins, and the golden trio never minded that you were a Slytherin. The twins usually referred to you as a “good Slytherin”, but you inhabited the best traits of the house and they admired it about you (mainly Caspian).

“You really like him don’t you?” Susan says knowingly. “I really do Susan.” you sigh out.

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Meanwhile at the Gryffindor table…

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“I need your guys’ help to ask y/n to the ball,” Caspian asks the group frantically.

“Wait y/n? The Slytherin in your and the twin’s year?” Harry asks curiously.

“Yes and I’m afraid she won’t say yes.”

“Mate, trust me she’s head over heels for you,” Peter tells him. “I hear her gush about you to Susan whenever she is over at the manor.” “Oh did you see Caspian at Quidditch practice, his long hair, his enchanting dark eyes.” Peter mocks you with a higher pitch voice. Caspian cheeks flush red but shrugs it off.

“Yeah, anyone can see it Cas, well anyone besides you,” George says, “So my suggestion is to do a grand gesture and she will for sure say yes.”

“Oh Godric, you really don’t know anything about women do you,” Hermione overhears and interjects.

“Well, what’s your suggestion, Granger?” Fred asks her with a raised brow.

Hermione turns to Caspian, “What does she like?” she asks him.

“I know she likes small well thought out gifts, books, flowers, and chocolate?” Caspian answers almost immediately. Everyone looks at Caspian slightly surprised and then gives each other looks like “he’s whipped”.

“Well, there you have it,” Hermione tells him. “Just ask her with some of her favorite flowers and some of her favorite chocolate.”

“But when and where do I ask her?” Caspian asks her.

“Today, I’ve seen a lot of boys eyeing her, and I overheard that Diggory might ask her,” Fred interjects.

Caspian panics a little bit and Peter notices. “Hey, calm down Cas just ask her after dinner down at the Black Lake”. Caspian nods and takes a deep breath to calm himself. Now he just needs to ask you and hope you say yes.

Caspian looks over at the Ravenclaw table where you’re studying with Susan, and he finds you laughing at something Susan said and he can hear your laughter and how you throw your head back slightly.

“God she’s so beautiful,” He thinks to himself with a soft smile on his face. Everyone is looking at Caspian and they all smile because they know that you’ve captured Caspian’s heart. As he is admiring you from across the hall, he notices one of Susan’s housemates, Elliot Hayes, a popular Ravenclaw in 7th year, come up to you and Susan and sit across from you.

Jealousy starts to boil through Caspian’s veins and he grips his quill tightly, almost breaking it as he is thinking back to what Fred had said earlier. Caspian sees Elliot lean forward, no doubt to ask you to the ball and Caspian starts to pray in his head that you decline. He watches the entire thing with a hardened glare and a frown etched into his face. But it softens when he sees you shake your head no and console him, letting him down gently. A spark of hope lights in Caspian, he still has a chance to ask you!

You say sorry to Elliot but he says that he understands and waves goodbye to Susan and you and leaves. Susan has a smirk on her face and you almost want to slap it off of her face. You feel someone’s stare on you and you look over to the Gryffindor table and see Caspian staring at you with a frown on his face. You meet his stare and make eye contact while sending him a soft smile and he sends one back. You slightly flush, break eye contact with Caspian and pull up Susan to turn in your notebook to Professor Snape.

Caspian notices you and Susan leaving the hall so he hurries to scribble some information down in his study books, he stands up abruptly and hurriedly gave Professor Snape his book, picks up his bookbag, and rushes out of the Great Hall to catch you and Susan.

“Wait! Susan and y/n!” Caspian calls out. You both stop and turn around to let Caspian catch up. “Wow, you guys walk fast.”

“Wow, the star chaser of Gryffindor is out of breath.” You tease him.

“ Hey! You know Quidditch was canceled.” Caspian pouts at the thought.

“But you still practice regardless if Quidditch was canceled,” Susan states as if it was obvious.

Caspian rolls his eyes playfully at the fact that both you and Susan teasing him.

“Anyways, I need to ask you something,” Caspian says turning toward you.

Susan notices his hesitation so she decides to remove herself from the equation. “Hey, I’ll meet you back in the library.” She tells you. You slightly panic at the thought of Caspian asking about something (cough cough the yule ball) but you relent and just wave bye to Susan. She sends Caspian a smirk and a look saying “You better do it now”.

After Susan was out of sight, you ask him what he wanted. “Do you want to hang out by the Black Lake tonight after dinner?” Caspian asks you. Hanging out by the Black Lake with just you and Caspian was a daily occurrence, so you thought nothing of it, but you were hoping that he would have asked you to the Yule Ball.

“Of course, Caspian.” You respond to him. “Great well, I’ll see you later!” Caspian says and as he was about to leave, in a burst of confidence he leans in and kisses your cheek. You both flush at his actions and he says another embarrassed goodbye and rushes back to his common room.

You stand in the empty corridor, stunned at his boldness. You snap out of it and start to squeal and jump slightly of excitement until you realize you probably look ridiculous and calm down. You clear your throat and smooth down your robes and with a goofy grin, you make your way down to the library to meet Susan.

You still have that goofy grin on your face when you meet up with Susan. Susan obviously notices your very good mood. “So did he ask you to the ball?” Susan asks you curiously.

“No, he didn’t, he asked if I wanted to hang out with him after dinner at the Black Lake. But he did kiss me on the cheek.” You tell Susan eagerly.

Susan beams at what you just told her. “Wow, I never thought that Caspian would be that bold.” “It must be the Gryffindor in him.” you and Susan start to chuckle at what you said. Madam Pince shushes you and Susan and you both start to stifle your laughter.

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After Dinner

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You head down to the Black Lake after dinner. You were confused when you’re friends in Gryffindor had left dinner early, but you thought nothing of it.

As you arrive at the tree that you and Caspian usually hang out at, you see the area surrounded by candles, enchanted lights strung through the tree, and Caspian in the middle of them holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a little gift basket of chocolates and your favorite sweets from Honeydukes with a nervous smile on his face. Your jaw drops slightly as you take in the sight.

“Caspian, what is all of this about.” You gesture to all of the lights and candles as you’re walking up to him until you’re face to face with him.

Caspian takes a deep breath, “Well, y/n I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the Yule Ball?” He says a bit nervously.

You stand there stunned, Caspian was actually asking you to the ball?

“Like as a friend?” You ask him. “No, I actually like you a lot, and so I wanted to as you to be my date.”

“Yes of course I’ll be your date Caspian, I like you a lot,” You tell him with a grin spreading on your face. You go to accept his gifts and hug him tightly.

“FINALLY!” you hear a group of people shout from behind you. You both jump away from the hug at the sudden shouts and you turn around to see the Pevensies, the twins, and even the Golden trio applauding you guys. “Great, you actually asked her to the ball, I swear if you didn’t ask her sooner my ears would have started to bleed from how much you talk about her,” Peter says.

“Yeah, it was bloody terrible,” the twins say in unison.

You chuckle at their remarks and you turn around to face Caspian. “So you talk about me to your best mates?” you ask him with a cheeky grin plastered on your face.

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t do the same thing,” Susan calls out. “You’re right and I won’t deny it.” You yell back and everyone starts to laugh at your antics.

“We should start to head back before curfew,” Susan tells everyone.

“Aww, can’t we stay a little longer, little miss prefect.” George asks her playfully pouting while wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Susan flushes red and Peter slightly glares at George, and she stammers until she relents, “Oh okay fine, but only 30 mins before curfew. If not I’ll take away points from our houses.” Susan threatens. Everyone agrees. “Except you Lucy, you have to go now.” Lucy pouts and starts to complain but she stops when she sees Susan’s stern glare.

Lucy remains unflinching of her glare and listens to her older sister. “Fine, but Ed, you’re coming with me.” Lucy starts to pull Edmund away from the Golden Trio to whom he was talking with. “Wait, no! Lucy.” Edmund starts to protest and everyone starts to laugh at the sight of the 3rd year Hufflepuff pulling the 4th year Slytherin back up to the castle.

You guys hung out at the Black Lake until it was time to go before Susan took away points. At one point Caspian gave you his robe when he noticed that you were cold. As you guys were heading up to the castle and about to split up to head to your respective common rooms, “I can walk you to your common room.” Caspian tells you. “No, it’s late and you could get in trouble by Filch.” You protest, but Caspian insists. “Alright, but it’s your funeral.” You relent and let Caspian walk you to the Slytherin common room.

George catches on to his fellow Gryffindor’s plan, he asks Susan if he could walk her to the Ravenclaw common room, she blushes at the request but accepts it with a nod. Peter slightly glares at George but rolls his eyes with a smile and leads the rest of the Gryffindors to the common room.

As you and Caspian head to the dungeons, you guys make quiet conversation to fill the silence, and while you are rambling about astronomy class, Caspian admires you and in another act of courage and boldness, he slips his hand into yours and grasps it. You start to grin at his actions and squeeze his bigger hand and continue on your path to the common room. You and Caspian reach the front of the Slytherin common room and you both are reluctant to let this night end. Facing each other, you both say soft goodnights, and you turn to open and enter the common room.

“It’s now or never y/n,” you tell yourself. You turn around and grab Caspian’s wrist before he leaves, turn him around, and place a soft kiss on his lips. Caspian is shocked at first and you pull away before he can kiss back. You are slightly embarrassed and as you go to apologize for it, Caspian pulls you back into a passionate kiss. It seems to last forever and you guys reluctantly pull away but not before Caspian leaves a few pecks on the lips and rests his forehead on yours, slightly out of breath, and you both have smiles mirroring each other.

“Well, I have to go now Cas,” you tell him breathlessly. He pouts and you giggle at his expression and he brightens at the sound of your laugh. “Alright, but go to Hogsmeade me tomorrow.” “Yes Caspian, I’d be delighted to go with you,” you say excitedly.

He gives you one last kiss goodnight and you enter the common room with a dazed and lovesick grin on your face. Edmund was still in the common room and on one of the sofas. He looks up at who came into the room and sees your lovesick expression and smirks. “So did you have a nice night y/n?” Edmund asks with a smug grin on his face.

“Oh shut up Ed.” You say while rolling your eyes with a lingering smile on your face.

“Today was the best day ever.” You think to yourself, and you start to head up to your dorm to get ready for bed. As you get settled in and start to fall asleep, you dream about dancing the night away with your best friend turned lover.

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Youngest Bridgerton

Request: Hii! 🙌🏻 Can I request a Bridgerton fanfic that reader is the youngest sibling (younger than Hyancith, maybe a twin) and how Anthony take care of her since she was a baby, he is her daughter by all means, cute moments maybe even one when she gets very sick when she was a toddler. thank you so much! ❤️

Anthony Bridgerton x sister!reader

Summary: Anthony raising Y/N.

Warnings: none

a/n: I'm not the greatest at the vocabulary back then, but I tried. Thank you for the request! Hope you all enjoy!

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Anthony walks into the nursery, going over to his crying baby sister.

"It's quite all right, dear Y/N." Anthony says, picking her up out of the rocker, holding her to him. "No need to cry." Anthony bounces her, rubbing her back as he attempts to quiet her cries.

Y/N is a mere 14 months younger than Hyacinth. Edmund died while Violet was pregnant with the youngest, leaving Anthony to quickly take over everything. Due to Violet's depression following her husband's death, Anthony has also been tasked with caring for all of his siblings, including the newborn.

Anthony continues to rock the baby back and forth until eventually her cries come to a stop.

"There you are." Anthony says quietly.

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Anthony is sitting in the drawing room, reading the paper, Y/N, Hyacinth, and Gregory sitting on the floor and playing. Benedict sits on the sofa, drawing in his sketchbook.

Y/N is now 16 months and is able to sit up, stand up, and speak a few select words. She has yet to walk on her own despite her siblings' constant encouragements to try.

Gregory throws the doll that Hyacinth attempts to give him, it landing out of their reach. Y/N sees it as Hyacinth whines at her older brother the best she can for a two year old.

Y/N starts to crawl towards the doll, but stops and pushes herself onto her feet. Benedict, seeing movement in the corner of his eye, looks up to see Y/N put one of her feet forward.

Benedict watches in shock as Y/N continues to walk to the doll.

"Anthony." Benedict calls. The oldest simply hums, not looking away from the paper. "Anthony, the baby."

"What?" Anthony shoots up, worried something happened, looking around until he spots Y/N taking her final steps to the doll. Y/N bends down and picks the doll up, turning back around. She sees Anthony staring at her, her two siblings close in age back to peacefully playing after their little dispute.

"She walked." Anthony states.

"Yes indeed." Benedict smiles proudly at his youngest sister.

Y/N dismisses their conversation and starts carefully walking back to her siblings she was previously with. The oldest two watch her waddle to the other two toddlers.

"Well done, Y/N." Anthony compliments. Y/N looks at him with confusion for a few moments, not understanding what was so amazing. Nevertheless, the confusion fades and a grin graces her face, understanding she did well.

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Y/N wakes with a violent cough. She continues to cough and sneeze a few times, letting a small whine of discomfort out. She played out in the rain yesterday, not staying out as long as possible due to Anthony forcing her inside. He did so to prevent any sort of cold, but it doesn't seem to have stopped it.

Three year old Y/N gets out of bed. She exits her room, on the search for one of her elder three brothers. Y/N makes her way down the stairs, seeing light shining from Anthony's office, the door slightly ajar.

Y/N lets out a small yelp as she falls on her butt unexpectedly. She looks up, finding Anthony looking at her, a regretful look on his face, a book in one hand.

"Y/N? I apologize, I didn't see you there." Anthony says, realizing he had just walked right into his youngest sister. "What are you doing up? Should you not be in bed?"

Before Y/N can tell him how she feels, she sneezes.

"I feel not well." Y/N says.

"It's unwell." Anthony corrects, crouching to be more level with her. He reaches his free hand out, feeling her face, frowning at the warmth. "It appears you seem to be ill. Let us get you to bed."

Anthony picks her up and Y/N rests her head on his shoulder as he beings up the stairs.

Anthony instructed some of the workers to do stuff that should help Y/N, instructing one person to make tea, another to get a few more blankets.

Anthony gently lays Y/N in her bed, pulling the blanket over her until it reaches her shoulders.

After the maids had gotten everything for Y/N and she was left to fall asleep again, Anthony was the last to leave.

"Get some rest." Anthony tells her, beginning to walk out.

"An." Y/N calls, that being as well as she can pronounce his name.

"Yes, Y/N?" Anthony turns back to her.

"Will you stay?" Y/N asks. "'Til I sleep."

"Of course, darling." Anthony agrees. He sits on the edge of her bed and gently runs his fingers through her hair, lulling the young girl to sleep.

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What started as a mere cold turned into a great sickness. Y/N has been bedridden for the past three weeks, feeling absolutely awful.

The four oldest Bridgerton siblings all take turns in caring for her, along with the servants doing what they can. Eloise and Francesca stay with her sometimes to provide company and Eloise will read to them. Gregory and Hyacinth visit occasionally, but they have too much energy that Y/N is not currently able to keep up with.

The doctor has paid multiple visits to keep track of the young girl's health.

Y/N is currently asleep, the girl letting out shallow breaths through her mouth. Anthony quietly enters the room, observing the toddler. He goes to the table by the bed and grabs the washcloth, dipping it into the bowl of water. Anthony wrings the cloth out, folding it a few times, before gently placing it on top of Y/N's forehead to help with her fever. He notices her shiver and pulls the blanket up higher, tucking her in.

Anthony sits on the chair that's next to her bed, letting out a deep sigh. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he thinks of all the responsibilities and his immense worry that Y/N may not get better.

He isn't sure what any of them would do if Y/N were to die of this illness. He's also not sure how much longer it will last if she does get better.

"An?" The oldest is broken away from his concerns at the small voice, looking up to see Y/N partly awake.

"Hello, sister." Anthony quietly greets.

"I'm thirsty." Y/N tells him.

"Of course. One moment." Anthony says, standing up and going to the table by the bed. He grabs the pitcher of water and the glass, filling it up halfway.

Anthony stands next to the bed and cups the back of Y/N's head with one hand. He gently lifts her head, putting the glass to her mouth and letting her drink some water. She pushes his wrist away and Anthony takes the glass away. He carefully rests her head back on the pillow, moving his hand away.

"Are you feeling any better?" Anthony asks.

"No." Y/N answers.

Anthony takes the washcloth off her forehead and gently runs it over her face, running it down her arm a few times as well.

"You'll get better soon, sister. You must simply continue to rest." Anthony says.

"Can you open the window? For air?" Y/N asks.

"Maybe in the morning. It's too cold for it to be open now." Anthony tells her and Y/N lets out a sad sigh, wishing for some fresh air.

"Try to get some more sleep, will you?" Anthony says, putting the washcloth on the table again.

"Ellie read?" Y/N asks.

"Eloise is asleep." Anthony informs.

"You read?" Y/N asks.

Anthony goes to deny, knowing he has work to do, but one look at Y/N's sad and hopeful eyes, he simply can't say no.

"One story." Anthony relents and Y/N tiredly smiles.

- - -

Y/N is finally feeling better and although she isn't back to her hyperactive self just yet, she's getting back to that day by day.

Y/N holds Benedict's hand as they head for outside, being stopped by Anthony at the bottom of the stairs.

"Where are you two going?" Anthony inquires, blocking their path.

"Y/N has requested to go on the swings for a bit." Benedict informs. "Problem, brother?"

"She's still recovering from her illness. She shouldn't be up and about so quickly. She should be rest more." Anthony states.

"Anthony, children need to run about. A little swinging will not kill her." Benedict assures.

"It could worsen her condition." Anthony argues.

"It won't." Benedict promises.

"Pwease, An. For a tiny bit." Y/N begs, putting on a puppy dog face. Anthony stares at her, trying not to cave, but failing.

"Only for a little bit." Anthony says.

"Tank you." Y/N grins, dragging Benedict outside.

"If she gets cold--"

"I know how to take care of her, brother." Benedict tells him.

- - -

Five year old Y/N sits on Anthony's lap, the two across from Benedict as they play chess. The two brothers were starting a game when Y/N came up and requested to learn how to play, which Anthony gladly accepted.

"Move that one there." Anthony whispers to Y/N, pointing to one of the chess pieces and then to a spot on the board. Benedict frowns, knowing if Y/N moves that piece he'll lose the game.

Y/N does as Anthony said, the oldest triumphantly grinning at his younger brother.

"We beat you." Anthony states. "Well done, Y/N." He tells the girl who giggles at Benedict's sour expression.

"Two against one is simply not fair." Benedict declares.

"Ah, perhaps, but you would've lost either way, brother." Anthony says, still a smug smile on his face.

- - -

Seven year old Y/N wakes up with a gasp, panting as she remembers the nightmare. She looks around, reassuring herself that she's in her room.

Y/N climbs out of bed, quietly racing to her door and opening it. She makes her way through the Bridgerton home, soon enough finding Anthony's room. She knocks on the door, but doesn't get an answer.

Y/N quietly opens the door, peering in to find her oldest brother asleep in his bed. Y/N tiptoes over to his bed, stopping when she reaches the side of it.

"Anthony." Y/N whispers. "Anthony." She repeats, shaking his arm. "Anthony." She repeats a little louder, still shaking his arm. The man jolts awake, looking around groggily.

"What? What has happened?" Anthony asks. "Y/N? What are you doing up?"

"I... I had a nightmare." Y/N tells him.

"Oh." Anthony mumbles. "Would you like some warm milk?"

Y/N nods and Anthony slowly sits up. He rubs his face a bit, trying to wake up more. He stands up, taking Y/N's hand in his and leading her to the kitchen.

Anthony lets Y/N sit on the counter before retrieving the jug of milk and turning to the oven. Anthony looks at the appliance in confusion, realizing he's not sure how to use it.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to work this, would you?" Anthony asks the seven year old. Y/N shakes her head. "Right. Of course not." He mutters. "Cold milk then?"

"Okay." Y/N says.

Anthony grabs two glasses and fills them both up with milk.

"Would you like to discuss it?" Anthony asks, handing Y/N one of the glasses. "The dream?" He clarifies after noticing her confused face.

"Not really." Y/N says, looking down at her drink.

"Okay then." Anthony says, taking a sip of his milk. "Would you like to discuss anything else?"

"Gregory won our marbles game earlier." Y/N remembers.

"Did he now?" Anthony asks and Y/N nods as she takes a drink of milk. She pulls the glass away to reveal a milk mustache and Anthony purses his lips to refrain from laughing. He decides to wipe it off later knowing she'd just get more milk the next time she takes a drink.

"Then him and Hyacinth started fighting since she was mad she lost. It ended up in a game of tag. I won that." Y/N informs.

"Wonderful." Anthony compliments, clinking his glass with hers.

Soon enough, both siblings finish their glasses of milk. Anthony grabs a rag and wipes Y/N's milk mustache off.

"You think you can sleep again?" Anthony asks.

"Could I stay in your room?" Y/N asks.

Anthony looks at her puppy dog eyes and sighs.

"I suppose so." Anthony agrees making the girl smile. Anthony turns so his back is to her. "Hope on."

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and Anthony hooks his hands under her legs to keep her up. Y/N rests her chin on his shoulder as he makes his way back upstairs.

When Anthony returns to his room, he gently drops Y/N onto the bed, helping to tuck her in. He lays down next to her and she hugs his arm.

"Thank you, Anthony." Y/N tells him.

"Anytime, dearest." Anthony quietly says and he places a gentle kiss to her head before both soon fall back asleep.

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