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moonys-wrld · 3 months

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Could you write a fic in which Reader is an art teacher and Tim is an English teacher. Reader is the type of teacher who likes to wear colorful and different outfits just to show her personality. Tim is so amazed by her in every way. So he asks her out. After a while they start dating

English Teacher

Info - teacher Timothée, teaxher reader

“Ms. Y/L/n has earrings that look like that book,” said a student, pointing to the book I was reading.

“Well, the Great Gatsby is a classic,” I smiled.

“She says you’re the best English teacher the school has ever had,” piped up a fifth grader.

“She did?” I asked, I felt a blush cover my cheeks. I was now too warm in my sweater. I had been attracted to y/n for ages. She always had the most unique clothing and accessories. She was the art teacher and she was gorgeous.

“Yeah, she actually talks about you a lot.”

“Wow, I um, think she’s quite lovely,” I said dreamily.

“Mr. Chalamet! You’ve got a crush on Ms. Y/L/N!” Squealed one of the girls.

“I don’t-“

“You totally do,” said a boy who was smirking.

“This isn’t appropriate for school-“

“She’s on her planning period! Go ask her out!” Cried a student.

“I couldn’t bother her,” I said timidly.

“She’ll say yes, come on!” They explained. Before I knew it, they were herding me to the art room.

Y/n looked surprised when I turned up in her room. I was blushing hard. I could barely open my mouth.

“Mr. Chalamet, do you need something?” Y/n asked. I could hear the students giggling.

“I um, I, you can call me Timothée,” I stuttered.

“Oh, okay Timothée,” she smiled and my breath was taken away.

“In fact, would you like to call me Timothée on a date, tomorrow, at eight?” I asked. I was cursing myself for how dumb I sounded.

“Are you asking me out?” She asked with a small smile.

“Yes.”

“I accept, I’d love to go out with you,” she said. My heart swelled.

“Told you,” called one of the girls. Y/n looked at bit embarrassed at that.

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moonys-wrld · 3 months

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still don't know who I should make the ghostface duo

Marauders era scream AU!

I'm thinking of doing a Ghostface au of the Marauders era as well as the Golden Trio era, I'm not sure who the final girls or killers of the Marauders era would be tho. I'm thinking either James and Sirius as Ghostface or Barty and Regulus as Ghostface with reader or an OC as one of the final girls with Marlene and Pandora maybe?

here is the link to the Golden Trio version!

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moonys-wrld · 3 months

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So, say I were to write a Fred Weasley x Reader/OC, where it's a scream AU and the twins are both Ghostface, who (besides reader/the OC) would be the final girls?

here is a link to the Marauders version!

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moonys-wrld · 4 months

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Dude I feel like Harry should be the final with the reader

Harry being a finalist would be the only canon compliant thing in this AU tbh, that boy survives everything lmao

#elio speaks #elio answers

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moonys-wrld · 4 months

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Bro people be picking the most common ones for the final girls . Hermione and Lilly ? Really ? You see their fics frequently, let's have something new . Like having Harry being a final or maybe ron since it would be an extreme shock having him know the twins are the readers . We need spice in the story , it's not your regular Lilly x reader or Hermione x reader . Understand the depth of the plot guys 😭😭😭

Lmao idk why it bothered me so much but yeah this is just something i wanted to say . No hate towards anyone tho !!

I love the idea of Ron being a finalist! especially given that its his own brothers and all. However I am picking two people to be finalists along with the reader so maybe he or Harry will win, there are still a few days on the poll so we never know.

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moonys-wrld · 4 months

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Is it possible for you to not give the reader a name ? It lowkey icks me I'm sorry :((

I totally understand! I'm going to make it just a simple x reader instead of an x oc because its simpler in my opinion. I'm just not sure if I should use y/n or try to avoid using it. opinions?

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moonys-wrld · 4 months

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Marauders era scream AU!

here is the link to the Golden Trio version!

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moonys-wrld · 4 months

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So, say I were to write a Fred Weasley x Reader/OC, where it's a scream AU and the twins are both Ghostface, who (besides reader/the OC) would be the final girls?

here is a link to the Marauders version!

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moonys-wrld · 4 months

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moonys-wrld · 4 months

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Bedtime Stories

Fandom: Marauders

Pairing: James Potter x gn!Gryffindor!Reader

genre/trope: friends-ish to lovers, mostly mutual pining

Warnings/Tags: no major warnings. pure fluff, all comfort. mentions of reader having soft hands.

Summary: you and James have been crushing on each other for some time. after reading together at the end of a long week, you fall asleep cuddling in bed.

After a week of tests and studying you are just about ready to collapse into bed and sleep forever. Thankfully it's Friday and you can sleep in tomorrow if you so choose.

You lie in bed, waiting for sleep to overtake you, but it never comes. You're too anxious about the test results, which don't come until Monday evening, so you decide to go down to the common room to read by the fire until you're able to sleep.

You walk downstairs into the warm and cozy environment that is the Gryffindor common room and James Potter instantly catches your eye. He's sitting on the couch closest to the fireplace, staring into the flames. You notice a faraway look in his eyes and decide to carefully approach him.

Silently, as to not disturb the comfortable peace of the room, you sit next to him. The feeling of the couch shifting under you jolts him back to reality and he quickly looks over to you.

You smile at him as a greeting before asking, "Why are you awake so late, James? are you okay?" It comes out in a soft whisper.

He glances over at you; his expression softens at the sight of you. "Just couldn't sleep," he replies, rubbing his eyes. He looks exhausted, dark rings are under his eyes, and his hair is disheveled. He's not his cheerful, bouncy self. "Wasn't expecting to see you here though, you having trouble sleeping too?"

"Yeah, came out to find a book to read to fill the time. got any recommendations?" you ask looking at him with soft eyes and a sleepy smile. You can't help but think about how pretty he looks, messy curls and all.

He smiles at you, a hint of warmth in his eyes. There's something about James when he's tired that makes him... cuter? you've always thought he was the cutest boy in Gryffindor, but now, here in the common room, next to the fire, it just feels so much more intimate.

"Uh..." he pauses, his forehead creasing in thought. "I maybe know a book you could read. An adventure novel with a bit of romance, action, and mystery. I've been meaning to read it as well, Remus recommended it."

"Will you read it to me then?" you asks him softly, you can feel your face heating up just being this close to him. If anyone asks, you'd blame it on the fire.

His face heats up as well, tinging his handsome features with a pinky-red hue. How could he say no to you? He's already falling for you, and he's so obvious about his feelings that all of his friends know, as do yours, and probably all of Gryffindor as well. The only one who doesn't know, is you.

With a sheepish smile and soft eyes, he nods in agreement. "Sure, I can do that. The book is in my dorm." He stands up from the couch, extending a hand to help you up.

You take his offered hand and continue holding onto it while walking to his dorm. Looking down to hide the smile you just can't seem to get rid of, you lean slightly closer to whisper, "Are you sure we won't wake the boys up? I don't wish to get on their bad side."

His soft eyes are amused by the concern you show for his friends, as well as the shy smile on your face. He can't help but find you cute.

"No, they won't wake up, they're deep asleep. I promise." He smiles, your hand in his feels so precious. Your hands are soft, and delicate inside his rough, calloused, Quidditch playing ones. His smile grows, and you have to stop yourself from swooning even more.

You reach his dorm room. "Ready to read?"

"You mean listen to you read? of course!" you say softly with a laugh and a hint of excitement. Finally looking up at him after staring at the floor the whole walk, you notice he's looking directly at you causing your face to heat you more, you're practically on fire as he opens the door to his shared dorm with the other 3/4th of the marauders.

"Heh, you're right," he chuckles. "I'm an amazing reader, so you'll definitely enjoy it," he says with a cocky tone. With that, he pulls the curtain around his bed out of the way for you. He's not quite sure why he's so nervous, I mean you're just reading, right? This doesn't for sure mean you like him back, right?

He finds a copy of the book he was referring to on Remus' bedside table and smiles at you. "Ready to start, then?"

You smile up at him before practically throwing yourself onto his bed and pulling him down with you. "Okay, now read to me pretty boy," you whisper, trying not to wake the other boys.

Your unexpected compliment catches him off guard, but he's not about to complain. The position you've put yourselves in is perfect for him as well. His arns wrap around you, one arm around your back and the other holding the book, as you lay on top of him, pressing yourself against his chest, all with the curtains closed to not wake anyone. The feeling of being so physically close to each other is almost too good to be true.

"Alright," he replies softly, and opens the book to chapter one. "Are you comfortable?"

Laying on his chest, you can hear his rapid heartbeat but choose to ignore it and how it causes your own speed up as well. "Yeah, I'm super comfortable Jamie."

The nickname makes his heart soar. He's tempted to just toss the book and wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. You are everything he's ever dreamed of in a partner, and now, well... here you are.

"Then I can begin?" he asks softly, and glances at you as if he's expecting your permission.

"of course. please start," you reply softly, pulling a blanket around the both of you for some more warmth.

He smiles, looking down at you before staring. "Alright," he says softly and starts reading the book from the beginning. His voice is gentle and soothing, a hint of intimacy in the way he speaks. And while he's reading, he can't help but feel and think about how natural your body feels pressed against him. He wants you to be comfortable, but he also wants you to be closer.

You start feeling sleepy listening to his voice, the soothing and gentleness of his voice has you falling asleep after only 5 minutes of him reading. Subconsciously, you pull yourself further into his embrace in your sleep, wrapping yourself around him more.

James notices your movements and the way you're burying yourself into him. It's something he enjoys deeply. You're pressed against him, the warmth of your body seeping into his skin. And as your sleep grows deeper, your breathing becomes slower and more even. A smile spreads across his face as he realizes you've fallen asleep. It's so... domestic.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer, and continues reading, keeping his voice soft. It was cute how you would nuzzle closer to him while sleeping.

After 30 minutes when he knows you're good and asleep, James stops reading and decides to go to sleep as well, but not before double-checking that you're comfortable. The two of you sleep peacefully like this for a few hours before morning eventually arrives.

By the time you wake up the next morning, the sun is shining through the windows and seeping into the curtains around the bed. Not wanting to wake James, you don't move around too much other than to reposition yourself slightly so that you can look up at his face, smiling at the peaceful look upon it.

You're content in his arms, and with the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the early morning rays of sunlight, and the look of innocence on his face, it all gives you such a peaceful feeling.

You're not entirely sure you want to wake him. You could stay like this for a while, his arms surrounding you, his face so close to yours. You've never felt so safe and at peace before.

Smiling up at him, you feel him shift under you, stirring awake. once his eyes open, your smile widens before saying "Good morning, Jamsie."

He finds himself looking at you, a beautiful person laying in his arms and smiling at him. His heart skips a beat.

"Morning," he replies softly. You know, you're the first one to ever call him "Jamsie", and he kind of likes it. He smiles at you, stroking a gentle strand of hair off of your face.

"Can we stay like this forever?" you ask laying your head back down on him, "you're quite warm and comfy," you add with a small giggle.

A soft chuckle escapes him at your words, a hint of amusement and adoration tinging his voice. He was aware of how warm and comfortable you thought he was, he felt the same way.

"Yeah," he replies softly, "I'm fine with that." He soothingly strokes his fingers softly down your shoulders and back while looking down at your face. He was in heaven right now, and he'd never wanted anything more in life than to remain here with you forever.

~ The end! I might do a pt. 2 where the rest of the marauders wake up and find them cuddling but im not sure yet.

ALSO this is my first ever fic posted and english isn't my first language so feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!

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moonys-wrld · 4 months

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i wish you guys lived inside my head the fics in here go crazy

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moonys-wrld · 7 months

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"if you won't talk to her, i would"

"if you won't talk to him, i would"

my delusional queer self is thinking about being besties with dean winchester and flirting with everyone all the time (and yeah, you are both bi, obviously)

"she's hot" y/n said looking at the waitress "are you going to ask her out or can i do it? nevermind, i was first!"

or imagine hitting on the same guy at the same night: "what are you doing here?!", "no, what are YOU doing here???"

supernatural masterlist + tagging my sun ☀️ @fleurfairie

#supernatural #supernatural dean #dean winchester #dean supernatural #spn #dean spn #dean winchester blurb #bisexual dean winchester #bi!dean

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moonys-wrld · 8 months

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I love that this is gender neutral, and I absolutely love the guard x prince trope <3

Ok so I saw how you said you wanted to write for narnia in your request guidelines so, imagine if you will:

Reader and Caspian with a sort of rivals to friends to lovers. Charting the transition from "My prince" (Sarcastic) to "My prince" (playfull, joking) to eventually "MY prince" (loving). Hope this makes sense, lots of love <3

when people check the request guidelines <333 also this request was so good that i had the people vote upon it. soldier reader for the win

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You’re not sure what makes you more angry, the fact that you broke your sword or that the prince was there to see it. If it were not enough of a ruination to your day to have your blade break in half like a child’s wooden toy, if it were not enough to have to retreat through the storms of other fights and clashing metal and skulk to the background to get another, you were witnessed by the one person you detest most of all.

You should not be hating Prince Caspian. He just makes it rather easy to do so. He is the physical embodiment of this world, the crown on high, the savior of your every waking hour, all because he happened to be born into the right family at the right time. It is not his fault that he is one of the most powerful men in all of Narnia, but it is not the result of his labor, either. He is simply the prince, and there is nothing more to say on the matter.

That is quite different from you, then. You had to claw your way up through the ranks, sacrificing skin and sweat so you could eke out a win time and time again. Your trials served you well, gilding your brow with the title of captain of the guard, but it wasn’t like anything was handed to you. No, not at all. Yet, by virtue of his predestined position, Caspian technically has control over every soldier in Narnia. He outranks all of your efforts by the crown put on his head when he was just an infant.

This is the way of the world, and the way that it has always been. It makes no sense for you to hate him so fervently over something he cannot control. Caspian is an easy scapegoat, though, a figurehead for you to heap your regrets upon like laurels. It is not his fault that he was made prince. It is not his fault that you despise him for being one.

You’ve had time to grow accustomed to your life of blood and sweat, however, and today should have been no different. This morning was an amalgamation of at least a dozen different mistakes, though, and that ruined your day before it hardly even started. You woke up a little too late, you snapped at your friends then regretted it half a second later, and now you’ve gone and broken your blade, too.

It wasn’t your best weapon, at least that counts for something. Your finest sword is your most prized possession, and lies in careful hiding back in your quarters. This was merely your practice weapon, one designed to be battered and beaten all in the means of furthering the skills of you and your men.

Still, it stings to see it lying on the dusty ground of the training yard, shiny metal fragments already beginning to cloud over with grime. You sigh, signaling to your partner that you’ll have to abandon the match for now, and carefully pick up the pieces. When you stand, cradling the shards of your sword like a child, you look up and see Caspian of all people staring at you from across the training yard. Evidently he’s arrived just to see your sword fail.

Wonderful timing as always from him. You have to marvel at how he does it. You half think Caspian carefully plans his excursions into the swordsman's arenas when he believes you to be least ready to see him. You meet his gaze for a moment longer, then turn, heading back towards the rows of equipment on the far side of the yard.

You murmur at least half a dozen curses as you go, running them over your tongue like a prayer. The broken pieces of your sword can be turned into the armorer in the hopes that something will become of them, but you highly doubt that. In the meantime, you’ll have to dig up the coin to buy yourself a new sword, and risk damaging your primary weapon in the meantime. How splendid.

A voice sounds from behind you, one that makes you grit your teeth despite the soothing intonations. “You know, if you’re stabbing our own men so hard your weapon shatters, I’m afraid to see what you’ll do to our enemies.”

You grimace to yourself, then turn around to face Caspian, expression resolute. “Fear not, my prince, your men will be spared from me today. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to break swords when a battle arises.”

Caspian arches a brow, perhaps at the tone you direct towards his title. “If you speak with that much thrill over the thought of war, I’m beginning to fear that you may not be my best advisor regarding the maintenance of peace.”

As if he’d ever listen to you long enough to consider you an advisor. The two of you snap at each other’s throats every time you get within shouting range. “Perhaps I just like a chance to fight.”

“I think I’ve noticed that,” Caspian murmurs, bemused.

It takes great strength to keep from glaring at him, strength that fails you by the second. “You’ll have to excuse me, I must go to the blacksmith for repairs.”

His face falls. “You won’t be continuing in the ring today? I had hoped to best you yet again.”

His lips quirk up as he says it, making the insult lose some of its barb, but it still makes your temper flare. “I’m afraid not. Blades are not as easily bought by soldiers as princes, I must see if I can salvage this one before going to the trouble of a purchase.”

Caspian seems half a second of self control from rolling his eyes. “There are more swords in the yard, L/N. Simply select another and we can go for a round or two.”

He gestures towards the training yard expectantly, and you feel the weight of your difference in stations come crashing down around you. Caspian will not stop asking until you fight him, that is his birthright. He does not know what it means to be disobeyed. And, as the captain of his guard, you cannot argue. This you know to be true, even if Caspian is unaware of just how he’s wielding his influence. There is nothing you can do to circumvent him.

You force your expression to go icily cold, devoid of any and all emotion. Even the anger, which was sparking through you so readily before, vanishes from your disposition. Caspian blinks in surprise at the sudden change, more so when you abruptly drop the pieces of your broken blade to the ground, where they send up a small storm of dust.

“Of course,” you say, even-syllabled, “how could I ever think to do anything else? Your word is my command, my prince.”

You pack as much loathing as possible into those syllables. Caspian flinches as if you’ve hit him, and then his confidence is gone, his eyes downcast. “If you don’t want to–” He begins in a whisper, but you’re already moving briskly towards the rows of extra blades.

“I most certainly want to,” you answer him, the borrowed blade seeming to cut into your hand despite the smooth leather grip, “you have asked, and that is all the motivation I should ever need.”

Caspian swallows hard, opens his mouth to say something, but you swing your blade at his head before he can manage it. This is utterly wrong behavior for a soldier towards a prince, but Caspian has never seemed to have a problem with your actions before, no matter how challenging. It’s as if both of your prides are so strong that they could overcome any class barrier set in your way.

Caspian barely parries your sword before it cuts into his head. Grunting with effort, he twists his weapon, forcing you to step back as he disengages, striking towards you in return. Seizing the opportunity, Caspian presses his advantage, taking a few quick steps and maneuvering the two of you further into the training yard and into the designated spaces for fighting.

Words are clearly still clinging to his tongue, begging to be spoken aloud, but this is no longer a place for conversation. It takes everything in you to counter his attacks, to spot when he’s off balance and lunge with piercing precision towards every gap in Caspian’s defense. You may hate the dark-haired prince with every fiber of your being, but you cannot deny that he is skilled. He might be the only one here capable of providing a challenge to you. You might hate him even more for that, or worse, not at all.

Caspian feints to his left, then his right. You ignore both distractions and plunge your weapon straight towards his heart. Expecting your belligerence in regards to his ploys, Caspian parries the strike and returns it with one of his own. You move to take a quick sidestep, but the ground is slick beneath your feet with mud from yesterday’s rain and you stumble. It’s the slightest of missteps, but for someone at Caspian’s level, it is enough.

He lunges forward, and you feel the shadow of the stone wall on your back before he pushes you into it. The rock is cold against your back, driving the air from your lungs. You try to force your way towards the center of the yard again, but Caspian has his sword at your throat, and any movement would lead to you cutting your own neck.

Unwilling to yield quite yet, you stay silent. You and Caspian breathe in and out, the deep gasps for air first discordant and then slowly, steadily, joining in a shared rhythm.

Caspian speaks first, you know he’s been waiting for it. “You hate me.”

You scoff. “You hate me. This is not an exclusive feeling.”

He exhales harshly, exasperated. “Stop deflecting everything onto me. We could have been friends.”

You laugh, tilting your head back to give him a better chance to slit your throat. “You are a prince. I would never have been anything but nothing to you.”

Caspian’s eyes widen. He moves away from you unsteadily, first closer than he’s ever been, then gone, halfway across the yard in what feels like just a second. You let your eyes shudder closed, exhausted from the intensity of the fight but perhaps something more as well. When you open your lids, he is gone. He had just arrived, but he is nowhere to be seen now. That could be no one’s fault but yours. He is not your friend. But. He could be so, so much more.

Three days later, a gift arrives in your quarters. You unwrap the cloth bindings to reveal a sword nestled within the folds. You can tell at once that it has been perfectly selected for you– the heft is just right for your level of strength, the grip matches your hands exactly, and the edges are razor sharp, ideal for those slashes towards the forearms you’ve been so fond of as of late.

It comes swathed in a rich purple cloth, the sort of color you’ve only ever seen decorating Caspian’s frame as he walks with his troops or speaks to his nobles. An angrier, more bitter part of you wants to reject the gift entirely, to toss it from your room like refuse or return it back to him at once. Still, it is a fine blade, and you know that were you to just pick it up, it would feel exactly right, an extension of your arm into shining metal.

So, the sword joins the rest of your collections, and the purple linen ends up tucked away in your desk, carefully folded into a neat square of color and creases. You cannot explain why you do either, not even to yourself.

The next time you’re called out with your regiment to guard the prince and some foreign powers on a diplomatic mission, the sword is on your belt, your hand resting on its hilt. Caspian sees and something changes in his expression; a deepening of a smile, a pleased spark in his eyes. For some reason, you cannot hate him for being proud. Not today.

He finds you later, once the crowds have dispersed and he doesn’t have to be a prince, just a man. “What a fine sword that is,” he remarks pleasantly.

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t. Don’t even.”

Caspian spreads his hands, the picture of innocence. “I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about.”

“You had better not,” you grumble.

He nods solemnly. “Of course. Just a random thought, however, it really is a nice blade. It must have been picked out by an exceedingly good swordsman. Perhaps even the best in the castle.”

You should be irritated with him for being so bothersome again. Instead, you find yourself fighting a smile. “It’s a shame, then, that the only swordsman here worth his salt is me.”

Caspian’s mouth drops comically. “That cannot be true.”

“It is,” you reply as casually as you can, “I come to you with only the best information, my prince. Only the best.”

He starts to respond, but something stops him, something that makes him smile quietly. Your stomach flips with the unsettling feeling of having missed out on a joke, but for once, you don’t entirely mind it. Instead, the two of you walk all the way back to the castle, and only when the diplomats arrive again must you be parted. It is not the worst use of your time.

Caspian finds you again two nights later. You’re on a shift guarding a section of the castle walls, which gives you an excellent view of the foreign powers riding away into the darkness. They’ve been here for days now, testing Caspian’s patience like no one else, not even you.

He joins you soon enough, exhaustedly leaning his arms up against the stone battlements. “I think I hate politics,” he murmurs into the night air.

You chuckle, the quiet sound abnormally loud in the darkness. It should make you self conscious, and it does, but not as much as it would for anyone else. The hot prick of awareness in your stomach is both doubly strong and doubly weak because you are next to Caspian; why, you cannot explain, but it is true.

“You are a prince,” you point out, “politics was always something you would have to do.”

Caspian groans. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it. That’s why I always envied you, you know. You got to carry the banner and fight the battles without any political conniving.”

You stare at him in shock. “That cannot be true. No future king could ever want to be a mere soldier.”

He laughs derisively. “As if you’ve ever been a mere soldier. Not to me,” he adds on afterthought, and you’re not sure that it was even meant for your ears, “no, not to me.”

You shake your head slowly. “But I thought you hated me. All this time, you’ve merely wanted to join me in fighting without a care?”

Caspian’s brow furrows. “Hate you? No, no. I never hated you. I never could hate you.”

He straightens up, slowly walking over to you. There is no one else on the castle wall to see you, no one below. Even still, your eyes feel like more than enough of an audience to find some reason to stop this before the pounding in your heart blocks out your ability to breathe properly.

“My prince,” you say, a warning. It doesn’t make him flinch like it used to, a blow grown familiar, worn down to the weight of a feather instead of that of a blade.

Caspian sighs, the listless air leaving him and vanishing just as quickly on the wind. “Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted this. That you’ve never thought about it.”

“I couldn’t,” you whisper, and something in you cracks in half when his face falls, “but you could.”

Caspian’s eyes dart cautiously up to you again. “Are you sure?”

Neither of you have to specify what he means for you to know. “Yes,” you breathe.

You did not anticipate this night to end with you kissing the crown prince of Narnia. That being said, you would not want to have it any other way. There may be foreign dignitaries out there plotting the end of his reign, or political turmoils present to claim most of his time, but tonight, Caspian is yours and yours alone. It makes you smile into him. It makes everything that much better.

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