#Knows Her People Safe {Narnians}

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Guess it's never really over (Caspian x fem!reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 1363

Requested: Yes, by so amazing annon 💜

Warnings: Mention of longing, crying, separation from loved ones, and food.

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Summary: Where she and Caspian meet again in a different world.

You went to Narnia with the Pevensies on their second journey there. You immediately fell in love with this world and the young prince you met there. You were lucky enough to be able to come back to Narnia to the Dawn Treader and have more time with Caspian. You spent every minute you could together. You tried to help him as much as you could. And he made sure to show you that he appreciated it. Your safety was the most important thing for him. 

When you found all the lost lords and defeated the darkness, you met Aslan holding each other's hands. You all could not believe that it was yours last time there. You allowed Lucy and Edmund to say their goodbyes to the young king, and then you fell in Caspian's arms with tears. 

Caspian held her close to him, gently stroking her head with his hand. She leaned into him, quietly sobbing into his chest. He needed to close his eyes to stop his tears. 

"Love… it will be alright. I am sure that one day we will meet again. "He moved so slightly to take her face into his hands. He gently whipped her cheeks, trying to smile at her, but she could see his pain. 

"I don't want to leave you. I needed to do it once, and I lived the whole year with this longing. I am not sure if I can do it again." 

"You can. I know it. It will be hard at first, and trust me… I don't want you to leave Narnia. But I have a feeling that you are needed in your world. You can find happiness there, even if now you think it's impossible." Caspian gently stroked her cheeks and kissed her forehead fondly.

"How can I find happiness when I leave my heart with you here?" She moved her hand to the back of his head. 

"Someday… someday someone special will cross your paths, and you will feel whole again." Caspian's voice shivered at the thought of his lover with someone else, but he knew it was true. "I will always be part of you, just like you will always have a special place in my heart. I will always love you." They both could hear Lucy sobbing even more when Edmund tried to smooth her.

"I love you, Caspian. Truly and forever." He leaned down and gently connected their lips. She felt thousands of butterflies in her belly. But then the thought that it was one last time painfully squeezed her heart. 

You came back to your world. You tried to learn how to live there again. You had Lucy, Edmund and even Eustace to help you - they all saw your suffering. You ended school and found work, trying to help people. Even when you tried, there still were days when the only thing you could do was wrap yourself in the blanket and think about the young king. 

One day, you walk home after work and do some quick shopping (after all, you need something to eat). When you looked around, wanting to cross a street, your heart stopped - on the other side, you saw Caspian the Navigator. 

She stopped suddenly in the middle of the street and couldn't believe her own eyes. Just a few steps before her was him - Caspian. He was in his Narnian clothes, and a few people who passed him looked at him strangely. The bag she was holding fell to the ground, and her hand went to her mouth. She blinked a few times, but he was still there, and his eyes finally fell on her. Firstly, shock replaced confusion, and after a few seconds, a wild smile - a smile full of love - showed on his face. It was his smile that made her sure that it was him. She started walking, and the horn from a passing car awoke her. She looked around and tried to safely come to him. She stood before him, and tears came to her eyes. 

"It's you… you are here." She whispered, and he nodded. 

"I am, love. I still don't know how, but I am here. And I think that you're the reason I'm still here." She sobbed loudly and fell into him, nearly knocking him over. He hugged her tightly, lifting her a little and taking a deep breath. "You have no idea how much I missed having you in my arms." He whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. 

"I think I know… because I dream about falling asleep with you next to me every night." She smiled, snuggling her face into the crock of his neck. 

After a while, you both returned for your things. You showed him the way to your home. The whole time he looked around, charmed by your world. He asked so many questions, and the only thing you could do was smile when you answered him. He held your hands tightly when he watched passing cars, fascinated by them. All you could do was to bring his hand closer to your heart, watching his face. At that moment, you could watch how he changed in the time that passed, and he only became more handsome (and before you thought it was impossible...). You asked him if he wanted to meet with Pevensies immediately or if he'd like to rest and change first. At his request, you brought him to your home. You found some more appropriate clothes for your times for him. When he walked in, you couldn't tear your eyes from him. He looked so different but still so, so good. 

You prepared some tea and something to eat. You talked about the time you were separated. Caspian told you how he came to your world. He told you how everything was in Narnia after your departure. He made you laugh and smile more times than you did since you returned from Narnia. You showed him how different things worked - his favourite being the radio. You watched him with a big smile, and when the ballad started, he stood up before you with an outstretched hand in silent question. 

She took his hand, and he led her to the centre of the small room. He brought her close to him, and she rested her head against his chest. They started to gently sway just like years before at his coronation ball. He rested his head against hers, and they both closed their eyes, wishing for this moment to last forever. After a few moments, when the song had changed, she looked up and slowly brought her hand to his bearded cheek. She caressed it with her thumb, making him smile. He rested his forehead against hers, squeezing her waist gently. 

"I still can't believe I can hold you in my arms again." He whispered, feeling how she moved her hand to the back of his neck. "I dreamed about it every night since you disappeared. And every night, I prayed that I'll have the opportunity to tell you how much I love you once more."

"And we have it." She smiled, nuzzling her nose against his. "We are here together. And I will fight even with Aslan himself to make it stay this way. No matter where - here or in Narnia - I will fight for us to stay together. But… Would you like to stay?" He heard the uncertainty in her voice, and it squeezed his heart painfully. He stopped his movement and looked straight into her eyes.

"With you, my love, I would stay anywhere - just to be with you. Here, in Narnia, in the deep of the sea. It didn't matter. I want to be with you." She could fight the tears that came into her eyes. Caspian rode his hand and gently whipped them with his calloused fingers. With a slight movement, she softly pulled his face closer to hers. Finally, she connected their lips to a kiss full of love, longing and a promise of a better future. Because even if they didn't know at that moment how they would do it - they would spend it together. 

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivates me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspelling. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

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Part 3: The Heroine

The Lord of the Rings : Multishot

Samwise Gamgee x Reader

Word count: 6246

Warnings: ✋ some scraped hands. 🌳 falling out of a tree. 🌸 flower crowns. 🚬 smoking. 😢 jealous feelings. 💖 and small confessions.

Request: “Could I request a multishot with samwise gamgee x reader and sam has always had a crush on her, but on their journey he realizes she's even better than he imagined her to be (like when you stop crushing but actually fall in love)” @the-narnian-sea​

A/N: I’ve skipped the Rivendell reunion and the council meeting

Part 2: The Herbalist

Part 3: The Heroine {You Are Here}

Part 4: The Griever

Thunk went an arrow. Thunk went another.

(Y/N) sat atop the railing of a stone balcony, one leg bent at the knee and another hanging over the edge. It swung back and forth lazily as she peered below.

Another thunk as an arrow sunk deep into the target.

It was the long haired beauty from Mirkwood stringing his bow. He drew his arm back and the tautness of the string could be heard against his fingers.

(Y/N) smirked, knowing full well the elf prince was aware of her presence though it resided a floor above him. She held an apple in one hand and a dagger in the other. She began cutting slices to eat.

The training yard belonged to the elves of Rivendell – the sanctuary the hobbits sought. It led to a number of skirmishes involving Frodo’s healing, the whereabouts of the missing Gandalf, and the tending to (Y/N)’s wounds. As well as what was to be done with the One Ring.

It led to the formation of a Fellowship. One (Y/N) spied upon from a distance. Though she couldn’t deny her part in it; once she saw her cousins and Sam join there was no question in whether she would join too.

But as beforementioned, she joined at a distance.

“Must you always be eagle eyeing?” Sam came around near her shoulder.

“Oh, come off it,” she giggled, “You’re one to talk – always staring after any elf that passes you by.”

He grumbled, “Can’t help it. They’re so tall and beautiful and wise and… tall.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind my staring now,” she bit a slice of apple and pondered the elf prince below.

Sam got closer, leaning against the railing, “How’s your wound?”

“Scarring quite nicely,” she munched, “Care to see?”

“That’s alright,” he said with rosiness, “Just glad you’re healed.”

“Better be with the journey we’re about to make.”

“So you’re going.” His voice was quiet and sounded conflicted, as in he knew he shouldn’t have a final say in her decision but wanted her to know.

(Y/N) offered a slice of her apple to Sam, “How could I not when people I love are going.” She ignored his downcast eyes, knowing his wish to object, “I don’t believe I shall interrupt much, I’ll keep to the trees when I can.”

Sam munched on his apple slice to fill the silence that followed. “How would we know you’re safe when you’re off the path?” At her shrug he interjected again, “It was awful hard not to worry about you while on the journey here. I can’t imagine how much harder that’ll be with the perils ahead.”

“You were always a bit of the protective type,” she smirked, eyeing his seriousness, “But I can hold my own. You think I haven’t had my fair share of perils in the Old Forest? Wolves and thieves and the like?”

“I won’t stop you,” he said admiringly, “You were always the bravest hobbit I ever knew.”

“But this won’t be the end of it,” she said with raised eyebrows, “You’ll be fretting like a mother hen, no doubt, for the remainder of the journey.”

Sam smiled, rosy as he said, “Can you blame me?” He tried to think of something quick, stumbling on his next words. “W-We need our inspired healer to take care of us. And Pippin will be a nightmare without all the woodland snacks you provide.”

She tossed around the core of her apple, “Aragorn knows a thing or two about medicinal herbs.”

“Not as well as you, I don’t believe it for a second.”

She smiled again, “I could teach you a thing or two about healing.” She pocketed her small dagger, “I mean, in the event I’m incapacitated and unable to be of service, we’ll need some others who can help.”

Sam eyed the spot on her abdomen that was once open and bleeding. “Might be for the best.”

“Brilliant,” she mused, peering down at the training yard, “Oh, it looks like our elven prince has been joined by a rival.”

Indeed, below on the grassy plain of land, another familiar face joining the fellowship was sharpening his axe. The dwarf Gimli was huffing about his business, apparently trying to annoy the elf concentrating on his archery.

“Easy to hit the target when only thirty feet away,” he grumbled, “I do believe we’ll be attacking the enemy on much looser footing, and it won’t be with a standstill bullseye.”

Legolas had his bow strung and pulled back, but he hesitated to fire until the dwarf was finished. He sent the arrow straight down the middle of a previous stuck in the target. The wooden shaft splintered under the force.

“If you care to see my skill amongst moving targets, perhaps you should take a lap around the yard.”

Gimli scoffed, unhappy with the retort, “Is that a threat?”

An apple core came sailing into the yard, knocking the top of Gimli’s braided head. The arguing pair swerved their eyes for the archways built above them.

(Y/N) was giggling, “You’re not meant to kill each other before our journey even begins.”

Gimli seemed at a loss for words, flabbergasted at her interruption, but Legolas observed her with a straight back and lowered brows.

“The mysterious fifth hobbit,” he nodded his head, “I’ve heard reports of your apparent skill.”

She nodded in return, standing on the railing she was sitting upon. Sam lifted his hands to her, afraid she might fall.

“Reports from whom, my friend?”

“Lord Aragorn,” the elf replied, “He seemed impressed with what he saw in the short time you’ve been together.”

(Y/N) smiled before beginning to descend down the chiseled walls of the training yard.

“(Y/N)!” Sam called out, “What are you doing?”

She laughed, sliding down the stone pillars as easily as if it were the bark of a tree. “Sam, be a dear and toss me my staff.”

He hesitated, perhaps ensuring that she hadn’t twist an ankle before doing as she asked. She caught her wooden staff easily, running her fingers along the many bite marks and scratches imbedded into the old wood.

“I suppose you think yourself clever,” Gimli called out, his Scottish tone thick. “Scaling stone walls and the like.”

“I think myself an experienced forester,” she bowed to the dwarf, “The woodlands are my specialty.”

“Which won’t be much help with the lack of forests along our route,” he continued, smirking, “And that flimsy tree branch is supposed to protect you?”

She shrugged, spinning the staff in her hand, “It has in the past.” She considered the dwarf with a respectful eye, “I’ve heard tell of your father Master Gloin.”

“Have you?” Gimli seemed taken aback, lowering the axe he was beginning to brandish.

“Sure, I’ve visited the Blue Mountains on occasion of my travels along the Free Lands. Your father was one of the few I’ve met. Magnificent refuge is the Blue Mountains and an even more magnificent people.”

Gimli lessened his frown, his bushy brows raising, “The Blue Mountains was my place of birth.”

“Yes,” she smiled, “But I believe you’ve returned to Erebor since then. How is the kingdom under the mountain? Master Gloin has told me of the riches there. Not just in treasure but in good food and in good company. Perhaps we could share a pint and discuss it more over dinner.”

Gimli was quiet for a moment before his chest began to shake with laughter, “Had my father chosen to stay after the council I would’ve asked him to dine with us.” His laughs were positively booming then, “I did not expect the young hobbit lass to be so knowledgeable of the world.”

“We all have our shortcomings, Master Dwarf,” she winked. “Many of us are plagued with quick judgements.”

Gimli pointed a finger towards her and gave another gruff laugh, “We have more to learn of you yet.”

“I would say I have much more to learn of you,” (Y/N) continued, “Though I do wield a staff, I haven’t been formally trained in the art.”

“It’s true the dwarves have skill in staff weaponry,” Gimli was now leaning against his axe, contemplating, “But we normally use iron staffs – wood is much lighter. Perhaps we could talk to the smithery about that.”

Legolas saw fit to interject, “The smiths here are most apt in embedding strength and protective magic into their work. Your staff would much look the same but have capabilities far beyond a regular branch.”

(Y/N) bowed her head again, “I would appreciate the help.”

“Well, then,” Gimli yelled, grasping his axe with two hands now, “Let’s see where your starting skill is, and we’ll work from there.”

(Y/N) brandished her staff, pointing it towards the dwarf, “Gladly.”

“Cocky one, isn’t she?” Gimli laughed, circling the training yard, “We’ll make a warrior out of you yet.”

Legolas cracked a smile as he laid his bow against the wall and moved to observe the combat. He folded his arms, waiting to offer advice when appropriate.

And Sam remained above, watching the whole interaction with apprehension. He found his grip on the stone railing tight as she approached the strangers. But it was lax now as he marveled at the way she dispersed the coming argument with friendship.

She was unreal. Unattainable. A faraway story you told the children before bed.

~~~

The elven dining hall was immaculate. The rich autumn colors of Rivendell painted a warm seating arrangement among the cast of characters.

The trees were shimmering orange and yellow beneath the setting sun. The hall was wide and open with no windows, just stone pillars holding a ceiling aloft. Delicate silver and gold vines were designed around each column, metal plated flowers and leaves welded there.

(Y/N) was enjoying the beauty at her own end table near the balcony. Beside her was a dazzling stone and marble fountain spitting water into a crystal bowl.

Behind her was Gimli entertaining her rambunctious cousins with ale-addled stories from under the mountain. Frodo sat with Lord Elrond and Master Gandalf, no doubt discussing the coming journey of the Ring. Legolas was bowed with Aragorn and talking rapidly in hushed elvish.

She barely noticed the hulking figure of Boromir approaching until he pulled out a chair beside her.

“May I?”

She turned her head quick with the reflexes of a forest rabbit. She stared at him wide before nodding dimly, “Of course.”

The warrior smiled and took a seat, “I wanted to introduce myself before our departure tomorrow.”

(Y/N) only nodded, still assessing his intentions.

“I hail from Gondor. My father is the steward there. My brother and I assist in protecting the realm and surrounding lands.”

“I know of the pale city and the white tree presiding over it.”

“Do you?” Boromir raised his brows, “I’ve been warned that of the fair folk you are the one most informed of the world.”

She shrugged one shoulder, “I grow tired of doing nothing.”

“I’ve heard tell of the free lands cherishing the peace and quiet.”

“They cherish ignorance and laziness more likely.”

Boromir huffed a laugh, “Are you so quick to judge your own people?”

“I can be proud of my race and still be disappointed in the things they do.” She picked through a salad with oil and vinegar. “I’m sure your people have done things you’re not overly proud of.”

“Naturally that comes with being,” he said, intrigued by her wise words, “We’re all flawed.”

“That’s easy to say, but hard to admit.”

Boromir continued to laugh, “Are you saying I can’t admit when I’m the one flawed?”

“It’s easy to say hobbits can be wrong, but more difficult to say I have been wrong.”

“I suppose I fall in that boat more often than I care to say,” Boromir folded his arms, “I look forward to this journey.”

(Y/N) smiled, “Well, don’t worry, I don’t plan on being seen much.”

“Your meaning?”

“I’ll be keeping my distance. Just enough to be in sights but never a bother.”

“I see,” Boromir said a bit dully, “I would appreciate your charm amongst the rest of the fleas.”

She laughed, “I’d hardly call my cousins fleas. Little squirrels maybe – stealing your things and running for the nearest hiding place.”

“You’ll be saying differently when they’ve become rough and tumbled like the rest of us,” he grimaced, “You wouldn’t believe the things that crawl across a man’s skin after not bathing for…”

(Y/N) held up her hands, “Alright, thank you – that’s enough.” She giggled, “I don’t need to imagine more horrors about what men involve themselves with.”

Boromir offered his hand with a smooth smile, “Miss. (Y/N)…”

She gave her hand freely, no longer so apprehensive as she was minutes before. “Yes.”

“It’s been a pleasure,” he held her hand delicately, drawing it to his lips, “You have my protection should you have need of it.”

She bowed her head, hiding the heat blossoming in her cheeks. “Give my regards to the rest of the fellowship.”

Boromir rose and departed for the main dining table hosting the rest of the guests. (Y/N) watched him go with a slight wondering shake of her head. After over a week in Rivendell she managed to pledge herself to a fellowship and somehow befriend all of them in one way or another.

Sidestepping into her line of vision was Samwise, following her gaze to the back of Boromir and to her still outstretched hand.

“He’s friendly.”

“Sam!” she smiled at him, trying to rub the pink out of her cheeks from her encounter with Boromir. “Enjoying dinner? Their smoked squash and mushrooms is particularly good.”

Sam, though usually one timid to make eye contact with her too long, wasn’t allowing the fear to creep in as his mind wandered. He seemed uneasy as he chose the seat beside her.

“You’ve been sitting here all evening.”

“I enjoy the solitude.”

“But I can imagine it gets lonely,” Sam inquired, hands fumbling in his lap.

(Y/N) sighed, “I have many friends. The trees, the rivers, the animals. I can’t be so lonely with all that company.”

“But you can’t tell me it’s the same as the company of people.”

“I’ve heard you converse with plants well enough,” she teased, “You can’t tell me you don’t find company amongst the gardens.”

Sam finally cracked a smile, “You have me there.” He still picked at his fingers, “I still don’t think you should isolate yourself this entire journey.”

“Are you still going on about me venturing off the path?”

“You know I can’t help but worry,” he tried to smile past the grumbling look (Y/N) started giving him. “Perhaps making friends with the fellowship will have you changing your mind. The man from Gondor seemed interested enough.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, “Boromir may prove a favorable companion.”

“Favorable companion,” Sam repeated under his breath. “And the elf prince?”

“Hilarious in a cryptic, one-liner kind of way.”

“The Master Dwarf?”

She snorted, “Gimli is stubborn and already fiercely loyal all in the best of ways.”

“Aragorn?”

“Handsome.”

Sam snapped his head up so fast his curls bounced, “I’m sorry?”

(Y/N) shrugged, unabashed, “In a rugged stranger kind of way.”

“Maybe you should stay closer to the tree line,” Sam said comically to hide the jealous fear growing inside of him, “Keep you from these rugged strangers.”

She laughed, “Realizing your competition, are you?” She laughed even harder at his terrified expression, “I’m only joking, Sam.”

That only seemed to send his heart pounding even further, “You’re always sending me on the verge of a heart attack.”

“I hadn’t realized I was wrapped so tightly around it.” Her smile was mischievous, but there was that familiar tug in her own heart. That strange little seed that Sam had planted weeks or maybe even months before. It’s tiny roots were beginning to thread into the beats of her chest. They pulled on her as the mischievousness melted into something a bit more hopeful.

Less teasing and more flirting.

Sam, a mighty cherry blossom tree sprouted in his heart, knew that every root, branch, and leaf had grown for her. It had yet to flower and bloom into something truly magnificent, but he knew if he cared for it long enough it would. At least he hoped it would.

It twisted taller and fuller in his chest as (Y/N) looked at him then.

“You…” he swallowed thickly, “You’ve always had a part of my heart, (Y/N). Since we were kids.”

She smiled warmly, “Was it me stealing you away for adventures or was it me teaching you elvish in the East Farthing?”

Sam attempted to drown out the blood in his ears with his voice, but it came out in more of whisper, much to his disdain. “It was just you. You were always like one of those heroines from the stories Bilbo used to tell us. And when you left for your travels you became a storybook character. Tales of your adventures painted you like this beautiful tracker of the woods, befriending the people of Middle Earth and protecting us from invaders.”

(Y/N) slid a hand under her chin, listening to him ramble. The more he talked it seemed his confidence grew.

“And whenever you came back to visit the Shire it was like one of my heroes coming to life,” he felt like he was free falling, terrifyingly close to splattering on the ground. “You always seemed so impossible, too good to be true. When we were kids you were the kindhearted hobbit from next door that always managed to cause a little trouble. Then you were this brave, audacious traveler that didn’t mind being the outcast. And now for the first time…”

(Y/N) leaned in a bit further, the seedling in her heart reaching little green leaves into her chest, “What?”

“It’s like I’m meeting you for the first time.” His face was bright and warm and at her mercy, “I’m seeing the inspiration behind the heroine. She’s still kindhearted, still brave, still audacious, and still able to cause trouble. But she’s real. She has passions and dreams and a family who loves her and a life she’s made her own. I just never realized…” He hesitated, “I made you into a story when you’re right in front of me.”

He gave a nervous laugh at (Y/N)’s wide eyes. She was trying to hide her smile, sucking in her lips to nibble on them as he talked.

“I knew you thought highly of my bravery,” she said animatedly, “But I never knew you thought me imaginary.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he smacked a hand over his eyes but smiled regardless. “You’re always lightening the mood, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” (Y/N) said quietly, pure sunlight in her chest giving her seedling a growth spurt.

Sam tugged at his buttoned vest, his mind a repeating loop of the words he almost said but hesitated enough to divert. If the journey had shown him anything so far, it was that he never realized the difference between having feelings for (Y/N) and actually falling in love with her.

~~~

The woods were becoming sparse as they traveled south, closer to the mountains on their way to Caradhras. (Y/N) cherished each step she could take beneath the trees; she knew the majority of the journey wouldn’t fall on forest paths.

She whistled to the birds and hummed with the bees, fingers splayed out to the sunlight. The damp leaves and brown moss wriggled between her toes, reminding her of the rich soil of the Shire. The smell of fresh dirt and warm plants, irrigated with crisp rainwater.

She bowed to gather flowers in her nimble fingers, smiling at the thought of Shire gardens and meadows.

The fellowship wasn’t far ahead, paving the way for her to follow. It was easy to track their low toned voices through the thinning trees.

In an effort to occupy the hours and ignore the growing ache in her legs, (Y/N) began peeling sprouts and flower stems. She tied the green together, accentuating the flower buds, little colorful bundles of popcorn.

When flowers broke from the stem threads, she tucked them into her hair, fitting snugly between the coils of her boisterous hobbit hair. She was soon surrounded by lovely smelling colors.

By the time she caught up to the fellowship, the sun was getting low, and she had a collection of flower crowns and necklaces around her wrists.

“Here is our ghost of the wood,” Merry cried out, digging into his smoking pipe, “Our spirit of the trees.”

“Has the spirit come bearing gifts?” Pippin asked hopefully, fingers digging into his stomach.

(Y/N) giggled, “The ground is becoming too rocky as we get closer to the mountains. Root vegetables can’t thrive here.”

“Fruit trees?”

“Too cold.”

Pippin pouted, “Berry bushes?”

(Y/N) shook her head, holding out her arms, “No, but there were plenty of flowers.”

The young hobbit seemed to consider it for a second, as if he was truly so hungry he’d eat anything.

“You were always able to craft such wonderful trinkets,” Frodo said admiringly, matching his cousins stride.

“Then you get the prettiest one,” she said happily, placing a crown of threaded green and white flowers upon his dark curls.

He wore them with pride, giving her a one armed hug. She smiled in return, placing a crown of blue flowers on Merry’s head and one of yellow on Pippin’s. The latter seemed remarkably cheered up by the gift, Merry merely shrugged and sighed.

“What is this?” Gimli grumbled, “Decorating your hairs with forest debris?”

“You may choose to adorn your braids with gold and silver,” (Y/N) laughed, “But the fair folk have always enjoyed the simple pleasantries of the earth.” She addressed the dwarf with a bundle of pale flowers, “It’s lighter than rock and smells better than mine alloy.”

Gimli seemed apprehensive as the hobbit girl wove the flowers into his crisscrossed beard. He was putting on a scowl for the effect, but his cheeks were rosy with affection as he mumbled, “You’re a fine lass, (Y/N).”

She gave a single nod, spotting other companions eyeing their movements. “Care for a relic of the forest?”

They continued walking but Legolas slowed to reach her stance. He was silent as he held out his hand, accepting a rope of white buds and tying it elegantly around his bow.

(Y/N) was biting her lip to keep herself from smiling too wide. She turned to spot her last hobbit companion, her chest full of sunshine at seeing his face.

“Hello,” he said quietly, “Did you tumble in a meadow? Your hair is full of flowers.”

She came alongside Bill the pony and pat his neck, earning a low bray of sentiment. “I didn’t want any to go to waste.” She ignored his staring as she approached him to place a crown of pink and speckled white upon his curls.

He turned red.

“I knew it,” she smiled wide, “They’d match your cheeks.” She continued to laugh as he spluttered.

“So very cruel,” he mumbled, heat flooding his face. “How do you do that?”

She placed a pink bundle behind his pointed ear and hummed excitedly, “Do what?”

“Warm my face just by looking at me.”

She twirled a few lone flowers between two fingers, walking alongside him, “I don’t try to on purpose.”

“I just have to figure out how to do the same to you.” He pulled on Bill, frustrated at his hot face and rashly spoken thoughts.

(Y/N) organized her wildflowers into a neat bouquet, long grasses and green leaves tying them together. “I may not get red in the face,” she smiled, “But you certainly have done something similar to me.”

Sam snapped his eyes to hers, “I have?”

Dare she say he sounded hopeful. “There’s a warmth in my heart when I see you,” she shoved his shoulder, “You are one of my dearest companions.” Before she let herself interpret his reaction, she held out the wildflowers, “For you…”

He clamped his mouth shut as he accepted the beautiful gift.

“Since you miss your gardens.”

He was at a loss as she bounded happily toward her cousins. Merry had lit his smoking pipe and Pippin was holding one of his yellow flowers, picking away at the petals.

“I am hungry. I’m not hungry. I am hungry. I’m not hungry.” He plucked a final petal, “I am hungry.”

“The plant has spoken,” (Y/N) said, wrapping her arms around her cousins, “I think we should start making camp.”

“Yes,” Gandalf called ahead, “Dearest (Y/N). We’ve reached the pass for the mountain trail. By tomorrow afternoon we’ll enter freezing temperatures as we near higher elevation.” The wizard stopped the fellowship, “It would be for the best to rest here tonight before beginning that laborious part of our journey.”

“As if the road before wasn’t perilous enough,” Merry said sardonically, “Let’s add snowy mountains.”

(Y/N) shifted her pack, “Oh, it’s all part of the fun.”

Boromir chuckled where he stood gripping his strong sword, “That’s good. We’ll need an optimist where we’re going.”

She sent him a wink that was matched with one of his own. And camp was made that night stiffly as they dwelled on the windswept trails ahead of them. There would be no forest floors or wooden paths, only rocky cliffs and the bitter cold.

(Y/N) chose to sit beside Sam, brushing knees as the firelight dimmed. There was that strange tug between the pair of them – (Y/N)’s heart of growing sprouts turning towards him like a sunflower to the sun.

“Where are the other younglings?” Boromir grunted, sitting himself next to Aragorn.

Frodo received a bowl of makeshift stew from their resident wizard, “They’ve gone to find more kindling.”

“Begrudgingly, I might add,” (Y/N) smiled faintly. “I think their resolve is still stuck in the Shire. It’ll take a few more weeks for them to face reality.”

Gimli was stoking his pipe, “Care for some?” He offered a tin towards Sam, who accepted it gratefully. “At this rate we’ll be out of pipe weed before crossing the Misty Mountains.”

“We ran out of Old Toby about a week ago,” Sam chuckled, “Hobbits could rival any man in their smoking habits.”

The dwarf laughed heartily, taking a draw from his smoking pipe, “My kind of people. Good food, rich ale, and quality pipe weed.”

Sam held his pipe up to salute him, lighting the end of it and puffing a few times. The air surrounding them became hazy with more than just campfire smoke. Gimli settled against the rocky ridge blocking the incoming wind and (Y/N) leaned into Sam.

“Mind if I have a go?”

Gimli barked a laugh, speaking out of the side of his mouth, “This is no ordinary pipe weed, lass. Women are too delicate for the herb.”

(Y/N) smiled roguishly, sneaking the pipe from her friend. She licked her lips and drew a breath so deep the end glowed with infinite embers of orange light. Sam raised his eyebrows, not daring to complain that she was burning through their precious store of weed.

She finally pulled the pipe away, closing her eyes and leaning back. There was so much smoke in her lungs that it was slipping out of her nose involuntarily.

Gimli blinked a few times, mouth agape and pipe hanging limp from his lips.

After a few seconds (Y/N) finally blew out a slow breath, smoke plumed around her head and masked her easy smile. “I haven’t had anything to smoke in ages.”

Sam received his pipe once again with a wonderous shake of his head, “You’d never know.”

“A mere dabbler in the art,” Gimli said gruffly, squaring his shoulders and taking a draw from his pipe to match (Y/N)’s. Almost instantly the dwarf began choking, coughing on the smoke and making his eyes water.

Boromir laughed loudly, shoving Aragorn over in his delight. Sam bit his pipe as (Y/N) hid her face in his shoulder.

“Looks like you could use a few pointers,” Boromir coughed on his laughs.

“(Y/N)!” The voice of Merry came from the sparse woods surrounding them, “Could you give us a hand, please?”

(Y/N) stood from the ground, fixing her sage green trousers, “If you would excuse me, my cousins have found themselves desperate for my assistance – as per usual.”

The rest of the fellowship continued to chuckle as she padded around the bedrolls and campfire. Sam could see the looks of endearment on all their faces. (Y/N) could win the hearts of any person within a fortnight, it would seem.

He held his pipe and couldn’t help but feel his own heart beat out of proportion. He didn’t want to be just another face of endearment from the fellowship. He wanted to be seen above that – be something more than that.

His smile started to dip into a jealous frown.

On the outskirts of their camp was (Y/N) and Merry standing at the base of a tree, hands on their hips. Pippin was dangling from a branch above them.

“And you can’t pull yourself up?”

“The branch is going to break!” Pippin groaned.

“And what? You expect me to catch you?” (Y/N) snickered, “Why didn’t you call for one of the men?”

Merry shoved his cousin, “You get us out of trouble all the time. Can’t you do something?”

She sighed, shoving him even harder – to the point he tripped backwards. “Give me a second.” She started climbing the tree trunk, “Merry, be under him just in case. Pip, can you wrap your legs around the branch?”

Pippin swung his legs up, so he was bear hugging the branch. It wavered dangerously, creaking and cracking a fraction more.

“Can you crawl over until you’re on top?” she was already straddling the same branch closer to the trunk where it wasn’t cracked yet. “Then reach for my hands.”

Pippin shimmied up the branch, holding on for his dear life and ignoring the snide remarks coming from Merry below. He outstretched a hand, grappling for her own. She stabilized him as he scooted for the safe end of the branch.

It creaked and snapped under his weight.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” (Y/N) said, pulling on her cousin, “It’s going to…”

Pippin lunged for her, ramming into the trunk and knocking (Y/N) off balance. She cried out as she fell, clutching at anything her hands could find purchase on. The branch snapped completely, nearly collapsing on Merry.

“Damn it all,” she cried out, one hand sliding down the jagged edge of the broken branch and the other digging into the rough bark.

“(Y/N)!” Pippin called out, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” He grabbed fistfuls of her shirt and tunic and pulled her to him.

She grimaced as the pair of them descended the tree trunk, “It’s all right, Pip – I’m all right.” She uncurled her burning hands and saw the lines of bleeding, scraped skin where the broken branch sliced her palm.

“Oh, curse me,” he replied, lightly holding her hands, “That looks like it hurts.”

“A little,” she swallowed, “It’s not your fault, Pip. Let’s get back to camp. I have bandages and herbs there.”

Merry was brushing leaves and twigs from his cloak, “I am unscathed, thank goodness.” He grimaced, “That looks like it hurts.”

(Y/N) gave a short smile, “I always underestimate how much trouble the pair of you are.”

They escorted her back to the camp, the rest of the fellowship settling down for the night. Gandalf was extinguishing his own pipe when he spotted the limping trio.

“What has happened?”

As if the question signaled an incoming siege, the other company members snapped their heads around, looking for the bad news. (Y/N) hushed her cousins before they could speak.

“A little mishap with the kindling.”

“Are you all right?” came Frodo’s voice, standing from his bedroll. Pippin was looking flushed and embarrassed.

She waved him off with her less injured hand, “Fine, fine. Just got snagged on the bark.” She placed a comforting touch to Pippin’s shoulder, “Nothing is amiss.”

“Leave them be,” Gandalf said, winking at (Y/N) before lowering his hat to cover his eyes, “Lets not fret over the little things when much greater lie before us.”

She gave a playful nudge to Merry and Pippin, the latter giving her a remorseful look and another quiet apology.

“Is that true?” Sam whispered to her as she sat on her bedroll, “Is something amiss?”

She grabbed her side satchel full of her medicinal herbs, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh,” he winced, spotting the cuts along her palm, “Why feel the need to lie?”

“I haven’t,” she practically gasped at his accusation, “There’s nothing wrong.”

“Clearly,” he said, a slight grumble in his tone. The aching, jealous part of him was growing. “You don’t have to hide things from me, you know. I don’t understand this need of yours to keep everyone at arm’s length.”

Her face fell, voice lowering to just above a whisper, “Don’t you?”

He sighed heavy and frustrated. Yes, he did understand. You don’t spend your entire childhood idolizing a girl without trying to figure her out. She had always been different and different wasn’t a sought trait in the Shire.

She had learned to keep things to herself.

“Let me help,” he inched closer to her.

“I’ve got it.”

“Don’t you dare…” he said warningly, “… send me away.” He grabbed her hand gently, “You can’t bandage this with only one good hand, and you promised to teach me some healing techniques.”

She was looking at him with wide eyes and an open heart, “I’m sorry.”

“What do I need?” he asked, poking around her supplies.

She sniffed, “That jar of honey. It’s a miracle worker at healing injuries and keeping out infection. Just spread a little bit and wrap it with the linen roll.”

Sam opened the small jar and extracted the little spoon tied to the lid. He laid her open hand on his knee, scooping a spoonful of honey. It fell thick and golden against the bleeding scrapes on her palm.

“I’m surprised Pippin hasn’t sniffed this out of your bag yet.”

She smiled, though there was still a hint of tension between them. “He’d eat all the plants in my bag if he knew they were edible.”

“I apologize for snapping at you.”

“I hadn’t realized you could be so commanding, Sam. I must’ve pushed a few too many buttons.”

He finally smiled in return, “I just… I thought we were getting closer. Maybe I was just hoping.” He focused his attention on the linen he was wrapping around her sticky sweet hand.

“It’s not a bad idea.”

He flickered his gaze to hers, “You wouldn’t mind my intentions?”

“I can’t imagine they’d be malicious,” she swallowed hard, chest tickled with new seedlings. “What are your intentions?”

“To…” he tied off the bandage, running a finger along the fraying edges. “… earn your affections.”

(Y/N) froze, face painted pale with the dying embers of the fire. “I see.”

He retracted his hand, clearing his throat, “I realize nothing will happen until I’ve spoken plain. We’ve been dancing around it for years now and I thought… well…” he scratched the base of his neck, pulling at his collar.

“You’re right,” she said quietly, “I’ve been questioning these new sentiments I feel towards you.”

Sam widened his gaze, full and vulnerable under her words.

“Perhaps they should be explored,” she said, her face beginning to feel warm.

He smiled wide, pointing a finger at her cheeks. “You’re turning pink.” Her hands flew to her face. “Positively red.”

She coughed a laugh, “Now you’ve done it.” She hid her face with her hands, “All it took was speaking from the heart.”

He removed her hands, holding them in his, “I know it’s unconventional to propose courtship while in our current situation.” He listened to his heart pounding in his ears, “But I’m not sure I’ll survive another day pretending not to feel these things for you.”

“Yes, it’s unusual,” she smiled, “But not unwelcome.” She settled against her bedroll, holding Sam’s hand tightly, “I’m glad you told me.”

“And your answer is?”

She thought for a moment, “Lets not be hasty. We don’t know what this journey will bring, and I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep.” She could almost feel his heart sink, “But… as soon as we’re home… I’m all yours.”

His mouth fell open, unable to make a sound. She tried not to look at him to embarrass him further. She squeezed his hand instead, pulling him to lay on his own bedroll.

“Tell me a story of home.”

Sam cleared his throat, having to force his eyes to stare at the night sky instead of her serenely pink face.

“There was a time, back in younger days, when a little hobbit found himself stuck tending to gardens beneath his displeased father. His only hope of rescue was in the heroine of the hills. She sailed across sheep herds and tickled sleeping beasts with river reeds. She was fearless and charitable to all. And once on a beautiful cloudless day, she took pity on the young gardener. She dragged him out of the weeds and showed him the wonders of the world. And his heart never beat quite the same after that.”  

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[missmoondalorian]

Chapter Six - Trouble

    Fucking hell... your head was pounding... 

"How much did we drink last night?" You asked yourself as you forced your eyes open and looked around. You were in your room, in your bed, but Sis was not. 

"What time is it?' You asked aloud to no one in particular. 

The sunlight poured into the room, and for once, it was awful.

    You washed your face, and changed your clothes, (it made you feel a little better), and poked your head out the door. Down the hall you could hear hushed voices talking, but otherwise it was quiet. 

    You took a deep breath and walked through the kitchen, to the common room. As you emerged you saw, Caspian, Tavros, and an older sailor gathered around the dining table, looking over some papers and maps. They looked up when they saw you. Caspian smiled at you.

"Well good morning." 

"Where is everyone?" You asked confused. 

"The men are out on patrol, and Sisni offered to help the old fisherman's wife run some errands. What was her name Tav? Mrs. Gen...?"

"Mrs. Genova" Tavros finished.

"Yes, that's right. Sweet old woman."

You were still trying to process everything. Trying to remember last night. 

    Caspian had brought out an entire keg of Ramanduian wine...you remember laughing with him...sharing and comparing your childhood...

You vaguely remember thinking he was flirting with you. Then trying to remind yourself he probably does this with every woman he comes across. 

"Are you alright?...."

Tavros' voice floated back into the forefront of your attention. 

"We did indulge a bit much last night" Caspian chuckled. "You need coffee my dear, come."

He poured a cup and placed it on the table next to him motioning for you to sit. 

"I don't want to intrude..." you began.

"You are impossible," he laughed. "Sit."

    You really were in no mindset to argue. You noticed they already had a breakfast spread on the table. So you helped yourself to some toast as well. 

You couldn't help but glance over at the map. It seemed to be of the entire Eastern Ocean. 

    You couldn't even have fathomed how vast it was. Looking at the distance from The Lone Islands to Narnia, you empathized with these men who were so far from home.

"I didn't realize how far you came."

"Yes. It has been over a year since I have seen Narnia, and I miss it dearly, but my responsibility is to the families of those who the Darkness stole from. We need to make sure we return everyone home."

"Aye. And make sure we have the space and rations to do so." The old sailor chimed in.

"This is Captain Drinian." Caspian motioned from you to him, "I don't think you had a chance to meet last night."

"Pleasure Miss." the Captain nodded towards you.

"Likewise," you reciprocated "How many more people do you have to return home?"

" 'Bout hundred or so." Drinian responded.

"Most of them are from Calormen." Caspian sighed leaning over the map. "Who we are now not on good terms with." 

"The Slavers came from there," you noted. "I recognized their flags."

"Yes. They know these islands are Narnian territory. They should have never come here. But with my uncle..."

He slammed his hand on the table.

"How in good conscience are we to return these people to a land that treats them in such a way?"

You assumed it was a rhetorical question, but Tavros responded.

"They have families there Sire. Those who miss them."

" 'An we aren't going to force 'em. If they wan'ta come back to Narnia with us..."

"We will welcome them with open arms." Caspian finished Drinian's sentence. 

"I'm sure some of them will only want to go back to make sure their families are safe." You added. "After seeing what Narnia can offer, I don't see how they would choose to be under anyone else's rule."

"Regardless of their ultimate wishes, getting them back into Calormen's boarders is the immediate problem." Caspian sighed, and sat down.

"As soon as they see a Narnian ship they will attack."

"Even with the royal crest on the flag?" You asked.

"Afraid so Lass. Those barbarians have no regard for proper political process." Tavros responded.

"What if it was a ship from the Lone Islands?" you thought aloud "they might think it is just another batch of slaves?"

They all stopped and looked at each other.

"Thas' an idea eh?" Drinian commented.

Tavros included, "Not a bad one either... what do you think Sire?"

Caspian looked down and laughed. "The most obvious answer and it didn't cross our minds." Then he looked at you "That's the last time I drink with you, you muddle my mind." 

"You're the one who brought out the whole casket." You joked, giving him a soft shove.

The Captain and Tavros shared a look. 

"Well. That's settled. I best be out to go find a ship big enough, and a local daft enough to let us use it. Tavros, ya' help me with that?"

"Aye Captain."

They both bowed towards Caspian, and he rose to dismiss them. Once they walked out the door he sat back down.

"Speaking of last night..." he began. "I wanted to apologize to you."

"What for?"

"I behaved very inappropriately towards you. I was forward and assuming. It was not gentlemanly or noble of me. I am sorry."

You were taken aback by the apology. Nothing that you remember about last night was any of those things. But your memory was also fuzzy. 

"It's alright, really. I didn't take offense to anything."

"I forgot myself for a night, which truthfully was refreshing. You... you are a welcome change of company, mentally and visually... and as I said last night, this inn is very comforting." He looked around. "It is easy to get too comfortable in here. Forget how one should behave."

You blushed. That was all it was, him having a bit too much to drink and letting a little loose. You knew better than to look into it but you too were getting a little too comfortable around the King. 

"Think nothing of it Sire. I am glad I could offer an escape from your burdens, even for a night." 

He cracked a smile, and looked down, "though that still stands."

"What?"

"When we're alone, call me Caspian." He looked back at you, sincerity in his eyes. Your stomach flip flopped. 

"I meant that."

    You blushed again, and looked down. You can't. You can't feel like this about him. He's a king. YOUR King. And you are just a poor girl, who runs an inn on some island VERY far away from his massive kingdom. Plus he just told you what he really felt and...

you noticed he was still looking at you, and you dared to look up.

He chuckled and looked away, sighing. "You are going to be trouble for me."

    He shook his head and stood up, and stretched. The tiniest bit of his shirt lifted at the base, enough to see his hip line. You meant to look away but you couldn't. This man was so fucking attractive, smart, empathetic, and loyal. AND CONFUSING.

"I really could use a bath." he interrupted your thoughts. "Would you mind if I borrow your cauldron to heat some water?"

"Oh please, allow me." You hurried to the fireplace, and brought the cauldron over to the water spigot to fill it. He followed behind you, and sat at the bar while you pumped.

"Sorry," you apologized. "I should have had a hot bath ready for you last night, but..."

"We were distracted." He smiled. "It was more than a fair trade, I assure you."

"By the way, I don't really remember getting to my bedroom last night. Did you go to bed before I did?"

He laughed. "No. We both stayed up pretty late. You admitted to me that you didn't drink much so I surmised the wine would affect you more than me. You kept nodding off mid conversation, but were being stubborn about going to bed. So I let you fall asleep on the big chair in front of the fireplace before I carried you to bed. Don't worry, I was careful not to wake Sisni."

You felt your whole body turn red. "I'm... I'm so sorry you had to do that..."

"It was my pleasure. Truthfully it was my own doing by keeping your company so long. We were enjoying each others, or at least...I was enjoying yours?"

"Oh... trust me, if I wasn't enjoying you I wouldn't have stayed..." You replied bluntly, and immediately realized it. "I MEAN. You're great company. You must be or... fuck...." You ended under your breath. How can he fluster you so easily? 

He laughed, "and she has a sailors mouth."

You didn't dare to respond as you carried the cauldron back and placed it over the fire. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you." He turned in his stool to face you.

"I'm just not used to having royalty in my home." You wiped your hands on a washcloth and placed them on your hips, making an intent effort to stare at the water in the cauldron. As if it was going to try to escape. 

"Truthfully, I'm not used to being treated like a king." He crossed the room, and leaned an arm up against the mantle. "I was born into royalty, and raised as a prince, yes, but, my tutor made sure to instill in me humility and equality. I remember him knocking me off my high horse whenever I would behave as if I was above others. He insisted I learn how to perform all the jobs of everyone in the castle, from the most elaborate to the most mundane. I spent a week learning how to cook, clean, and take care of the stables...respectively. I did not understand it at the time, but now I realize what an invaluable lesson it was."

"He sounds like a very wise man."

"He is. And funnily enough, only half man. He is half dwarf."

"You're kidding? How was that for him growing up in Talmar?"

"He didn't. My uncle hired him in Narnia after my father died. After he murdered him." He looked down, "Probably the only good thing he ever did for me."

"You must miss him."

"I do, but he will be there in the castle when I return. And for once, I will have stories to tell him." His face lit up again. 

You smiled at him, "Well. Looks like the water is hot enough now. Shall I fill your tub for you?"

"Please, allow me to carry that." He reached for the towel to pick up the cauldron. "It must be heavy."

"Nothing I haven't carried before."

"But I was not here before to be a burden. Please, don't argue." He didn't ask again. He reached forward and took the towel from you before you could protest. He picked up the cauldron and took it to your parents...you mean...his...room, then came back out a few minutes later to refill it with cold water. 

You took the opportunity to grab some nice towels and soap.

"Here," you handed them to him. "enjoy..." You smiled, more suggestively than you intended to.

"Oh I intend to." He gave you a quick wink. 

Fuck.

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[moretreasurewithinarchive]

Headcanon; Lucy Pevensie

Just as Susan was, however temporarily, engaged to Rabadash, Lucy too had a Narnian fiance. Hers, however, was not a prince or a king. He was a knight from Archenland, named Darien. 

Lu loved him deeply, and would have been glad to marry him, but Darian was unfortunately killed in war. She seemed to handle his passing quite well, mainly through her faith and trust in Aslan, but she was absolutely devastated. And, as such, she never really got over him. 

She did wonder if she might find him on Earth, but never really got the chance to find out. But she didn’t mind much, given that they were reunited in Aslan’s Country after the train crash.

#In Truth I Am The Least {Headcanons} #Return My Care With Love {Narnia} #Knows Her People Safe {Narnians} #Light Upon The Head {Likes} #Death Cw #Train Crash Cw

[inkandpen22]

Unlikely Allies (1/?)

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader 

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 2k

Part Summary: Y/N is the Telemarine Princess. She’s devoted to her family, including her uncle Miraz, who’s keeping many secrets from her. When her aunt gives birth to her cousin, her brother runs away, leaving Y/N lost... 

Masterlist

Y/N

"Princess Y/N?" A faint voice appears in my dream. "Princess!" 

I wake up yawning and stretching out my limbs. I whine, what time is it? "Yes, what is it?" I grumble, rolling onto my side. 

"Your Royal Highness," the servant greets as they enter my room and I assume they bow. "It's your aunt, she's given birth!" 

I fly up from my laid position and immediately climb out of bed. "Take me there at once!" 

My maid rushes me to my aunt and uncle's bed-chamber. It's the early hours of the morning, but I don't care! A cousin! Finally! People travel in and out of the room as I turn the corner. Lord Glozelle stands outside the door, guarding it. 

He bows his head as I pass, "Your Royal Highness." 

I enter the chaotic room, utterly gleaming. A circle of people surrounds the bed, chatter high. 

"Auntie?" I make myself known. 

The crowd parts, allowing me a path. My aunt lays in her bed, holding my baby cousin. My uncle is beside her, smiling ear to ear as he stares down at the baby. 

My aunt looks up at me with a bright smile and waves me over. "Y/N! Come!" 

I hurry over to her side, settling down on the edge of their bed. The little boy is wrapped securely in a gray blanket. 

"Your cousin, a boy!" My uncle tells me, overjoyed. 

My aunt extends her arms out to me, handing me the child. He's utterly precious. The true Telemarine black hair is already on his tiny head. 

"Hello! You're so handsome!" I greet him, allowing his small hand to wrap around my finger. 

"Y/N, your aunt and I were talking," Uncle begins, glancing between me and his wife. "We would like you to be the Godmother." 

My eyes grow wide. "Truly?" 

"It would be our pleasure," Auntie giggles, placing her hand over mine. 

"I would be honored!" I laugh breathlessly. "Thank you, Uncle! Auntie!" 

Suddenly, fireworks erupt outside, signaling the start of the celebration. "A son! A son! Lady Prunaprismia has given Lord Miraz a son!" One of the guards announces from the tower to the village. 

"My Lord!" Lord Glozelle barges in frantically. He notices me and bows swiftly. "Your Royal Highness!" 

My uncle sighs, a tad annoyed by the interruption. "Yes, Lord Glozelle?" 

"It's Prince Caspian, he's gone!" 

"What!" I panic and hand the baby back to my aunt before I rise off the bed. "What do you mean gone?" 

"It'll be okay, Y/N. We'll find him," Uncle Miraz tries to assure me calmly as he stands.  

"Where is he?" I question the Lord. 

"My men say they saw him ride into the forest," Lord Glozelle informs. 

"What! No! He'll die!" I rush out. "There are Narnians!" 

"Those are mere superstitions, your tutor has plagued your mind!" My uncle laughs. "Narnians are extinct. Come Lord Glozelle, we'll begin the search immediately." My uncle stops at me, before departing. He brings his hand to my cheek gently with a comforting smile. "All will be well, Princess."

I nod, praying he's right. 

Satisfied, he departs with his men, the room shrinking in population.  I turn my attention to the balcony and the full moon. "Caspian..." I whisper my brother's name, praying he's alright and safe. 

________________________________________

 A few days later... 

I ride toward the soldiers gathered by the river's side. I take notice of their wagons... they're empty, how odd. I dismount my horse and spot my uncle. 

"Uncle!" I call over, gaining his attention. 

I hurry over to him, Lord Gozelle, and the other members of Lord's council. They appear to be in a rather heated argument. 

"Is everything alright?" I question worriedly. "I was on a ride when your men told me to return to the palace." 

My uncle forces a convincing smile as he ushers me away from the men privately. "Yes, My Dear, I'm sorry to have frightened you." 

"You're not telling me something," I accuse knowingly. "Is it Caspian?" 

Caspian

Peter, Susan, and Trumpkin hide behind a pile of lumber, watching as my uncle and his men discover the mess we've left.  

"I say we shoot now," Trumpkin suggests. 

Susan preps her bow and arrow. That's when I see her, Y/N... my sister. 

"Wait!" I place my hand over Susan's arrow.  

"What is it?" She asks. 

Miraz ushers her away, his hand pressed to her back. Something's wrong. 

"My sister..." I mumble. 

"You have a sister?" Peter questions. 

"Y/N..." I whisper her name in a daze as I watch her. "She's speaking with my uncle." 

Out of my peripheral, I see Peter searching for her. I can tell when he does because his features shift from confusion to astonishment. 

Y/N

"Return to your ride. Everything is okay, promise!" Uncle Miraz guarantees. "My one request is that you stay out of the forest. Go straight to the palace." 

"It's Narnians, isn't it?" I interrogate enthusiastically as he escorts me to my horse. It would be the only reason the guard has been so jittery and anxious. "They do exist! Oh, I knew it!" 

"You and your fairytales," he laughs, helping up onto the saddle. "Be on your way, My Dear. I'll return shortly." 

"Alright, I'll go tend to your baby for you," I tease him, sending him a wink. 

Miraz

As I watch Y/N ride off down the path toward the castle as I asked, Lord Gozelle appears beside me. 

"You should tell her," he advises. 

"That her brother is a traitor and has brought back our greatest enemy" I shake my head, turning over my shoulder to join the Lords again. "No, it'll destroy her." 

"Why do you care for Y/N, but Caspian is dispensable?" 

"Y/N would never betray me," I state with utmost certainty. Then, I snicker. "Besides, she's a young lady. She can't take my throne." 

Y/N

I ride along the path that lines the forest. The trees blur as my horse gallops swiftly back to the castle. My mind is wandering with curiosity. Miraz tells me that there's nothing to be worried about, but I can't help and question whether this is true. Abruptly, a cloaked figure appears on the path, blocking my way. My horse becomes startled and I'm bucked off, hitting the dirt with a thud. The wind is knocked out of me and I struggle to catch my breath. The cloaked figure hurries over and grabs me, dragging me off the dirt path. 

"Get off of me!" I scream, thrashing about. "I am Her Royal Highness Princess Y/N! I will-" Then, the figure removes their hood and my eyes recognize my brother. "Caspian..." I whisper in disbelief. 

"Hello Y/N," he grins. 

"You're alive!" I fly up from my position, wrapping my arms around him frantically. Then, I fully process the news and pull back. "Wait until Miraz hears! He's been so worried!" 

"No, no!" He rushes out. "You mustn't tell him you've seen me! Y/N, he's behind all of this..." 

"What? No, no, that's impossible. He-" 

"When he learned he had a son, he sent assassins after me! I had to run!" He squeezes my shoulders urgently. "It's all true! Everything Dr. Cornelius taught us, it's all true!" 

My eyes grow wide, it can't be... "You mean about Narnians!" 

"Yes! Aslan, the Kings, and Queens of Old, it's all-" 

"Caspian, you can't just run off!" A male voice interrupts, followed by rushing footsteps. 

"What if Miraz..." A girl begins to shout, but as she, a boy, and a dwarf appear from behind the greenery briskly their eyes land on us. 

The dark-haired girl looks down at me strangely, as if she already hates me despite just meeting me. She seems like a know-it-all. I don't even know her name. The boy, tall and blonde, peers at me with parted lips. Surprise not easily hidden. The dwarf, well, he glares a lot. Two out of three already hate me. Caspian must be telling the truth, these truly are Narnians. 

Caspian glances between the two and myself. "Y/N, this is-" 

"Let me guess, High King Peter," I determine, meeting the boy's gaze. 

He appears more astonished than before if that's possible. What? Just because I'm a Telemarine doesn't mean I don't know the legends of Narnia. 

"You revealed yourself!" The girl huffs. "She's going to run and tell Miraz!" 

"Let me guess, Queen Susan," I remark a bit snarky as I help myself off the ground and brush myself down. "I wouldn't tell." 

"Are we just supposed to take your word for it?" Peter challenges. 

"Miraz may be my uncle, but Caspian is my only brother," I argue. 

"And your loyalty lies with your people, right? Am I wrong?" He presses further. 

"And you're loyal to the Narnians?" I snicker mockingly. "Last I checked you disappeared for over a thousand years." 

"Even the Telemarine Princess agrees with me," the dwarf huffs with a roll of the eyes. 

"At least my family didn't murder millions of innocent creatures," he fires back. 

I reach for the dagger resting on my belt and point it at the boy. "Take that back!" 

Fearless, he steps forward, directly in front of my blade. "Your entire empire is the reason Narnians are almost extinct!" 

"Our father wouldn't have harmed any creature!" I scream. 

Caspian wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. "Y/N, Y/N, calm down!" 

"Enough of this, we have to return to the camp," Peter announces assertively as he begins to march away. "Bring her." 

"No, we're not taking her with us!" Susan shouts. 

"We have to!" Peter argues over his shoulder.  

Caspian presses a hand to my back, leading me in the direction Peter is headed. 

"What? I'm not going!" I challenge. 

"Good!" Susan scoffs. 

"You must," Caspian tells me calmly. "You know of us now." 

"I rather drop dead," I fire back. 

"That can be arranged," Peter grumbles ahead. 

"Shall I send you back to wherever you came from?" I threaten the former High King. 

He turns over his shoulder with a glare. "Anything to be dimensions away from you." 

"Stop it!" Caspian finally breaks, looking back and forth between the two of us. "Please..." 

"Miraz will send the Lords after me! It's in your best interest to let me go!" I reason with them. 

"Perhaps she's right," Susan uncharacteristically agrees with me. "Caspian, we can see her another time. For now, we have to be smart." 

Caspian's clearly torn, an internal battle ensuing in his mind. "What if Miraz finds out we've been together. He may retaliate against you." 

I frown, "Miraz would never... he cares about me." 

"I'll formulate a plan," Peter interjects, causing my brother and me to look at him. "A few men and I will sneak into the castle in two days time. We'll stage it like a kidnapping to avoid any hostility toward Y/N from your uncle." 

"That gives me two days to prepare and learn what I can about what Uncle is planning," I try to convince Caspian. 

"Very well, but be careful until then," he practically begs, bringing me into a hug. 

"Goodbye Caspian," I mumble against his chest as I part from him. This is harder than I had expected. "Now go! Before any guards ride by!" 

He nods and begins to back away. "I'll come back for you!" 

Susan and Caspian run off in the opposite direction with Trumpkin. Peter lingers behind for a second, walking backward to follow them. "I'll send messages to you until it's time," he informs me. "Be ready!" 

I nod, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of what will happen in two nights. "Yes, alright," I manage to say with my voice shaking. 

He nods, satisfied with my response, before jogging off to join his sister and friends. I stand in the woods, alone, utterly dazed and confused. One minute I'm riding home, the next I'm reunited with my brother and learn that Narnians are alive. On top of that, everything about my life that's been concrete, such as my home in the castle and my love of my aunt and uncle are being taken away. My brother or my people? That's the question and I only have two days to figure out an answer. 

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Masterlist

Tags:  @i-hav-no-life @hellomyweirdos @candyheartsandcigarettes @gillybear17 @hauntedphotographybookstaco

#narnia imagine #narnia #narnia fanfiction #caspian x reader #prince caspian #peter pevensie #King Peter the Magnificent #peter x reader #peter #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie

[petrichorblue94]

For so long I've been trying to understand what exactly in Narnia made it the story that affected me in the most profound way in my young life and continued to stay there, gently nestled in my heart, for the entire duration.

Not Harry Potter, nor Lord of the Rings, but this weird little story about a girl and her stupid brother and a wardrobe and a lion, followed by this other story about this boy who always yearned to see the North only to discover he was the long lost crown prince (the Horse and his boy will always be my favourite Narnia story).

When I think of Narnia, the country, I think of the joy of discovering that things you find impossible yet beautiful could indeed happen. That there's comfort for every aching heart, that if you long for something – something more, something gentle and sweet and at the same time great and fascinating and daunting – all your life, that means that this is where you were always meant to be.

That your bravery will be rewarded, that it is not stupid to believe in justice and to believe that people could be honourable and kind. That it's okay to be naive when you're young and it's okay to trust people. That it's okay even if your trust was misplaced, definitely don't shut yourself out if you make a mistake, because you will be forgiven.

In our world, we've been taught to fear things since we were young. In Narnia, we were taught to trust ourselves.

In our reality, girls are punished for being too trusting or too pure and naive when they are kids, they're taught by worried mothers and by society to be guarded and jaded and to expect disappointed and harmed, but in Narnia, Lucy's pure heart and her faith in goodness were rewarded.

In Narnia, greatness lay in kindness and courage, whereas the alignment of our world is a bit askew and you're supposed to be cunning and smart. These qualities aren't bad, definitely not, but it goes unspoken that they're supposed to contradict the first two qualities.

Most importantly, in Narnia you don't have to wonder if God is real, if you're protected. You know it. You've spoken to God, you've seen Him and it gives you this sense of rightness that all Narnians seem to have, and this sense of comfort and goodness the people in our world who doubt or don't believe, don't have.

If I have to sum up why I love Narnia so much even as an adult, I think it would be this: because, if only when you're thinking of Narnia, you truly believe that it's alright to trust your belief that there's something More in this world, that you were born to be comforted, that it's alright to be kind and courageous and gentle and this doesn't mean that the world will fuck you over. That it's alright to feel safe. That some higher power has your back and loves you and supports you and helps you. That it's okay to trust yourself. And in these moments, when you think of Narnia, you feel Narnian, and that's the best feeling in the world because you finally feel like you're allowed to shed all your heavy, heavy layers of doubt and anger and cynicism and guardedness that the real world makes you wear. And you're free. And when you go to a forest and you hear the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees, you don't feel like you're alone, you feel like you're home.

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #the horse and his boy #the lion the witch and the wardrobe

[thepremedthatwrites]

In Between

request: okay so maybe one where both edmund and susan are both into the reader (also a queen of narnia) and it ends with spice!!

warning: smut below the cut.  smut contains a threesome so if you are uncomfortable with that, I totally understand.  also note that Susan and Edmund never touch each other and both are only interested in the reader (felt the need to include that because apparently there are people who ship the Pevensies together and I do not support that at all).

A ball.  That’s what Peter had said we would do.  The kings and queens of Narnia were plagued with boredom and a ball was the cure according to Peter.  The others seemed to be on board with the idea and I feigned excitement.  How could I explain to the other royals that I didn’t know ballroom dancing?  I was supposed to be a queen and I didn’t know something every queen should know how to do.  The others had started to file out of the room until it was just Susan and I.

“Are you alright (y/n)?” Susan asked, her eyebrows knitting together as a worried expression painted her face.  “You seem more quiet than usual.”

“It’s just,” I started, already feeling my face warm as I felt Susan’s eyes study me, “I don’t know how to dance.”  The corners of Susan’s mouth started to lift as a smile formed on her face.

“Well that’s an easy fix!” she exclaimed, taking my hands in hers.  “I’ll just teach you!”  

“Would you really do that?” I asked, starting to smile.  

“Of course,” she replied.

“Thank you!”  My smile had started to grow wider.

“Anything for you,” she said, smiling before letting go of my hands and starting to move towards the door.

“Susan,” I called out.  Susan paused, turning to face me again.  The sunlight that filtered through the window gave her a soft golden glow as her blue eyes studied mine.  “Could we keep this between us?  I would rather the other’s didn’t know.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” she said, giving me a quick wink before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

“Don’t be so tense,” Susan said, chuckling lightly.  “Dancing shouldn’t be something that’s stressful.”

“It is when you don’t know what you’re doing,” I mumbled before releasing the tension in my shoulders.  Susan and I were slowly dancing our way around her bedroom.  Her hands were on my waist and mine were around her neck.  

“Just follow my lead.  When I step back, you step forward.”  Susan winced as I stepped on her foot.

“Sorry,” I said quickly, heat rising to my face in embarrassment.

“It’s alright.  I was the same way when I started.”  Our eyes met for a moment and I felt my heart start to race.  I had always found the young queen attractive, although I wasn’t sure if she felt the same.  In fact, I wasn’t even sure if she liked girls.  

“There you go,” Susan said, snapping me from my thoughts.  “You’re doing great!  Haven’t even stepped on my foot for a while.”  She laughed at her own joke and I cracked a smile myself.  As we progressed, I felt myself start to relax.  Susan was incredibly patient, praising me when I did exceptionally well and offering advice on how I can improve in areas where I struggled.  We came to a halt in the middle of the room.  I looked up, my eyes meeting hers.  I felt my heart skip a beat, the surroundings becoming a blur as I was focused solely on her.  Susan had fallen silent and I caught her eyes flickering to my lips.

I licked my lips in response, suddenly extremely nervous.  “Thank you,” I said, a bit too quickly.  

“Yeah, of course.”  She released my waist and I removed my hands from around her neck.  “You should do great at the ball this weekend.”

“All thanks to you,” I replied with, a shy smile on my face.  My face was still warm as she smiled back.  “I should go.  I need to be fitted for my gown.”

“Of course.”  I quickly walked towards the door, opening it before walking into the hall where the air seemed to be significantly cooler.  I winced as the door slammed behind me, the loud noise echoing throughout the hallway.  I scurried towards my bedroom, hoping my blush would subside by the time my maid came to take my measurements.

“Would you be my date for the ball?”  I blankly stared back at the brunette, not sure I had heard him correctly.  “(Y/n)?”

“Yeah, of course,” I said, finally finding my words.  I had never expected Edmund to ask such a thing.  Of course we had exchanged flirtatious looks every now and then but nothing had ever come of it.  Until now.  A large grin appeared on his face.

“Great!  I promise to not disappoint on the dance floor.”  I laughed.

“I can’t make the same promise.”

“I don’t buy it.  I can tell you’re a great dancer.”

“And how can you tell that?”

“I just know,” he replied before giving me a wink.  “I’ll see you at dinner.  I need to make sure our outfits go together.”  He raced off, the grin never leaving his face as walked away.  I smiled to myself as I watched him walk away.  I had always found myself stuck between Susan and Edmund.  Both of them were incredibly attractive and I felt like I could be myself around both.  I could never pick one over the other, although Edmund was much easier to flirt with given that I knew he was into girls.  Susan I was never sure with, but the thought of her never reciprocating my feelings made my heart ache.

No, it was better I went with Edmund.  He was always there for me, helping me adjust to life in Narnia when I first arrived.  He was the one who believed in me.  He was the one who insisted I would make a great queen, even when I didn’t believe it myself.  It was final.  I would go to the ball with Edmund.

I twirled around in my dress, bright red fabric flying around me.  The dress fit me snugly around the waist before flowing out down towards the floor.  Combined with my hair which was pulled into an intricate braid and the expertly placed make up, I could barely recognize my own reflection.  My hand lightly touched the golden tiara that sat on my head before I turned to the door.  I took a deep breath and walked out of my room and towards the other royals.

“You look...wow,” Edmund said as I approached him.  His garments were a matching red to mine, his silver crown sitting proudly on top of his brown hair.  His face wore a large smile as he put out an arm for me to take.  “Are you ready for the Narnians to see us together?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“How long do you think it’ll take for rumors of a marriage to spread?”

“I give it an hour.”  He looked at me and I replied with a smile.  

“You’re being generous love,” he said.  “They’ll be assuming we’ve eloped and are already expecting a child the moment we walk out together.”  I let out a laugh.  “Here we go,” Ed said, turning towards the double doors which had already started to open.  I followed his lead, looking forward as the crowd appeared in front of us.  I could hardly hear the announcer announcing us as we walked down from the balcony that looked out to the entire ballroom towards where Peter and Susan were waiting for us.  

A look of shock was on Peter’s face.  I tried to read Susan’s face but couldn’t tell what she was feeling.  I felt a bit guilty not telling her before tonight but I wasn’t sure how I would tell her.  Before either of them could say anything, Lucy had started to make her entrance, a smile proudly on her face as she excitedly waved at the crowd before making her way towards us.

“Can you believe it!” Lucy exclaimed.  “(Y/n) actually allowed Edmund to take her to the ball!”  A chuckle escaped me as Edmund wrapped an arm around my waist.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Ed asked defensively.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Lucy said quickly before racing off to start talking to her people.  

“It is quite shocking,” Susan said.  Although she was speaking to all of us, she was focusing on me.  I couldn’t look back at her so instead I focused on Peter who seemed to have gotten over his initial shock.

“Well, I’m happy you two have figured out your feelings for eachother,” Peter said.  “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a representative from Archenland I must talk to.”  He gave us all a short nod before walking away, leaving me with Edmund and Susan.  The orchestra had started to play causing Edmund’s face to light up.

“C’mon (y/n)!  Let’s dance.  I did promise you an amazing experience on the dance floor.”  He had grabbed my hand, leading us away from Susan and towards the crowd of Narnians who had started to dance.  “And perhaps I could expand that amazing experience to the bedroom,” he whispered into my ear before placing his hands on my waist.  I felt myself blush at his words.

“Ed!” I scolded causing him to laugh.

“I’m kidding!” he chuckled as we started to dance.  

“Well, if you’re half as good in the bedroom as you are on the dance floor, I guess I shouldn’t complain,” I said, already regaining my composure.

“And you say I’m the bad one.”  We danced for a while, laughing the entire time.  “I have to say, I’m impressed with your dancing.  Who taught you?”

“Susan,” I said.  My eyes searched the ballroom before landing on the queen who was standing by the side of the room, conversing with a faun.  Her eyes flickered to me, our eyes meeting for a second before I turned back to Edmund.  

“I’ll have to thank her later then,” Edmund said, spinning me around.  “I was bluffing when I said I knew you were a good dancer but you haven’t stepped on my foot once this entire evening.”  I feigned a look of offense.

“You have no faith in me!”  

“No, no.  I would trust you with the world.”  I felt my face warm at his words and I looked down at the floor.  The song ended, our dance coming to a stop.  A more upbeat song started, Lucy rushing towards us.

“C’mon Ed!  I love this song!” Lucy exclaimed, grabbing her brother’s hand and dragging him to dance.  I let out a laugh as he looked back towards me, a small smile on his face.  I made my way towards the side of the room, watching Edmund and Lucy dance when I felt someone approach me.  I turned my head to see Susan approaching me.  I felt my back straighten and I gave her a soft smile.

“So, how long have you and Edmund been a thing?” Susan asked as she reached my side.

“If by ‘a thing’ you mean him asking me to the ball, then last night.”

“If Ed hadn’t asked you, would you have gone with anyone else?”  I turned to face Susan, her blue eyes looking back at me.  Her eyes were wide, searching my face for anything that would give away my thoughts.

“Yes,” I said, suddenly feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me.

“Who?”  My mouth felt dry, my heart racing.

“You,” I said in almost a whisper.  Something seemed to have come over Susan as she grabbed my hand, tugging me towards a door that opened to the hallway.  I felt my back press against the cool stone as her warm lips met mine.  I kissed back hungrily, my hands tangled in her brown hair that had previously been put into place with care.  Her hands explored my body, groping my ass.  I moaned into her mouth, trying to press her body as close to mine as possible.

“What the fuck.”  Susan and I quickly pulled apart to see Edmund standing in front of us, a pained expression on his face.

“Ed…” I started, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry,” Susan said, looking at her brother.  “I’m so sorry Edmund but I need (y/n).  Even if it’s just for one night.”  Edmund’s eyes darkened as he focused on me.

“Then I’ll share her with you for one night,” Edmund said, already making his way towards me.

“Ed, what do you mean?”  I asked.

“Shut it,” he said, grabbing my wrist harshly.  “Susan and I are going to punish you for being such a little slut.”  I should have been angry at the way he talked to me.  I should have been furious as he forced me down the hall and towards his bedroom with Susan close behind us.  Instead, I felt myself start to get wet as I watched Edmund, his jaw clenched, pushing open his bedroom door.  

He pulled me towards him, his lips crashing with mine.  I felt a pair of hands working on the strings on my dress.  I pulled away from Edmund to see Susan expertly untying the string.  Edmund grabbing my face with his hand, forcing me to face him before he started to kiss me again.  A small moan escaped me as our tongues pressed together.  I felt the cool air brush my bare skin as my dress fell to the floor.  

A pair of soft lips pressed against my naked back, Susan’s hands tracing the curve of my hips.  “Susan, would you like to play with her first?”  A smile formed on Susan’s face as she nodded.

“Yes,” she said, making her way towards me.  She pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me as she kissed me.  “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages,” she whispered into my ear  before starting a trail of kisses down my body and stopping at my pussy.  She paused for a moment, looking up at me, our eyes meeting.  I raised my hips, desperate for contact with Susan.  “So impatient,” she chuckled before kissing my inner thigh.  A small moan left my mouth at the small contact.  She continued to tease me, her lips kissing up my thigh before stopping where they were needed most.

“Please,” I gasped, the anticipation becoming too much.  Susan let her tongue run over my clit in response, drawing a moan from me.  A hand forced my head to turn from Susan to the side of the bed where Edmund was standing, now naked.  He knelt down, giving me a soft kiss, a stark contrast to how he had been treating me before.  It was short lived as he stood up again, stroking himself a few times before moving closer to the edge of the bed.

“Open your mouth.”  I obeyed, Edmund starting to shove his cock into my mouth.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could, Edmund slowly starting to thrust his hips.  Susan had entered a finger into me as she sucked on my clit causing my back to arch.  A strangled moan left my mouth, the sound muffled by Edmund as he thrust deep into my throat.  My hands flew to Susan’s hair, knocking off her tiara.  

I could feel myself getting closer as Susan started to move her fingers faster, her tongue pressing hard against my clit.  “You’re doing so fucking good,” Edmund moaned as he continued to fuck my mouth.  I felt my body start to tense up as the knot in my stomach became tighter.  Within seconds, my entire body shook with pleasure as my orgasm rippled through me.  Susan had removed her finger and slowed her tongue to a stop.

Edmund pulled himself out of me, lowering himself once more so our faces were level with each other.  “Now, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk and you’re going to take it like the little slut you are.  Understand?”  I nodded, causing Edmund to smile.  “Good girl.”  Susan had taken off her dress while Edmund had been talking.  The two switched positions so Edmund was at the end of the bed and Susan on the side.

“You’re not allowed to finish until I do, understand?” Susan asked as she climbed onto the bed.

“Yes,” I replied with.  

“Good.”  She started to lower herself onto my face.  My hands gripped her thighs as I started to run my tongue over her clit, causing her to moan.  She was already so wet.  I kept my eyes open, looking up to see Susan’s eyes closed in pleasure as I started to eat her out.  A low moan left me as Edmund pushed into me, his hands harshly gripping my hips.  The vibration from my moan caused Susan to moan as well.  Edmund had started a good pace, his hands holding my hips in place.  Each thrust caused the tip of his cock to brush that special spot within me that lit every inch of my body with pleasure.

Susan had started to rock her hips against my face and I watched her breast move in rhythm with her body.  I tried to focus my energy on making Susan feel good but Edmund was fucking me so hard that I had trouble concentrating.  Instead, I allowed Susan to set the pace, my tongue pressed against her clit as she moved.  Every now and then, I would let out a moan that would send vibrations through Susan and cause her to moan.

I could feel myself start to clench around Edmund’s cock.  “Are you close?” Edmund asked.  I moaned in response.  

“You’re not allowed to finish,” Susan said, struggling to get the words out as she was close to climaxing as well.  I focused on making Susan finish, knowing that once she did I would be rewarded with my own orgasm.  “Oh fuck (y/n),” she gasped.  I could feel her body start to shake as I drew circled on her clit with my tongue.  I started to slow down as I watched Susan start to come down from her high.  I didn’t have much time to admire the glow that was on her face post-orgasm as an orgasm of my own rippled through me.

Susan had crawled off of me, kneeling at the side of the bed and planting soft kissing on my neck as I screamed out in pleasure.  Edmund locked eyes with me as he fucked me and I knew he was enjoying watching me come undone underneath him.  He continued to fuck me even as my orgasm started to come to an end.  He let out a low grunt as his pace increased to an almost painful extent before I felt himself spill into me.

He slowed to a stop as Susan pulled away from me.  Edmund lowered himself onto his forearms, his face inches from mine.  “You did so good, love,” he said into my ear, planting kisses along my neck.  He rolled off of me, covering himself with the sheets.  I turned to see Susan had already dressed herself, her tiara back on her head.  

Susan walked up to me, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.  “Thank you,” she whispered into my ear before turning around and walking out of the room.  

#edmund pevensie #King Edmund #king edmund the just #edmund pevensie fanfic #edmund pevensie imagine #edmund pevensie smut #edmund x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund x you #susan pevensie #Queen Susan #queen susan the gentle #susan x reader #susan pevensie smut #narnia #The Chronicles of Narnia #narnia fanfiction #narnia imagine #narnia smut #Smut #imagine #fanfic

[swordofpevensie]

Here are some random thoughts of mine about Pevensies and Golden Age (Part II):

• When High King Peter is sad, it starts raining because deep down, he misses the rainy weather of England.

• However when King Edmund is sad, it stars to snow, even if it is the middle of the summer.

• Queen Lucy's dresses change colors according to the place she is in. Sometimes her dresses camouflage her when there is danger.

• When Queen Susan is angry at someone, people are so scared of her. Even her siblings are scared of her. There are times when people question why she is called ‘The Gentle’ although she is so scary.

• High King Peter's body can heal itself sometimes, not the big wounds though.

• When King Edmund is angry, the place he is in starts smelling like bonfire.

• Queen Lucy knows all of the types of trees, vegetables, mushrooms and fruits.

• Even though he knows the wolves are under control now, High King Peter is secretly scared of them. And when they come to Cair Paravel, he never leaves his sisters and the wolves alone in the same place. He is always alarmed and ready to fight when the wolves are there.

• When she wants to, Queen Susan can beat most of the knights in duel. She prefers not to because she doesn't like to fight unless it is necessary.

• Queen Susan knows how to bind a book. And many of the books in Narnia library are binded by her.

• Queen Lucy can draw and she paints the walls of Cair Paravel. She makes her own paints.

• King Edmund loves to be in the kitchen. He spends time with the cookers and the maidens. Everybody in the kitchen loves him. He helps them cooking and cleaning. He also can cook very delicious soups.

• Everyone thinks High King Peter is only about being a king and a warrior. However he loves to read; there is always a book on his night table. Also, he sometimes write poems.

• When the siblings have a big and serious fight, most of the Narnians feel pain in their bodies. They have headaches, stomach aches, knee pain and etc.

• King Edmund doesn't want to share his magical powers with his brother at first, he doesn't know why but he is somehow scared of his brother's reaction. When he finally shows that he is able to do magic to his brother, High King Peter feels so happy, starts to laugh and congratulates his brother, even hugs him. He is happy because his brother shares something with him, he can protect himself even better now and doing magic is something special and he is so glad that his brother has such power.

• When Queens touch a dying plant, the plant starts blooming.

• If Kings and Queens are together and having good time, Narnia is brighter. It is almost as bright as when Aslan is there.

• High King Peter does his sisters' hair most of the time. He is very talented at braiding their hairs. Sometimes he puts flowers and diamonds to their hairs.

• Kings always help each other putting on their armours.

• When High King Peter and King Edmund are back to back in a battle, there are probably no survivers in their surrounding.

• Everyone underestimates Queen Lucy however she is actually very deadly because High King Peter trains her so hard so that she can protect herself and be safe. She also can use arrow and bow thanks to her sister. She learnt sword-fighting with two hands from King Edmund.

• Queen Lucy can lift very heavy things.

• The siblings are not very talented singers when they sing individually, but when they sing together during celebrations, they sound pretty good and at some point, everyone else stops singing to hear them. They just laugh, have fun and sing loudly but somehow it sounds so beautiful.

• In the battlefield, Queen Lucy always protects High King Peter because she knows her brother will always manage to get seriously injured, so she does her best to protect him.

• Similarly, King Edmund protects Queen Lucy because just like her brother High King, Queen Lucy can get injured as she doesn't care about being hurt, she just wants to succeed.

• King Edmund and Queen Susan doesn't need that much protection because they know how not to get hurt.

• But Everyone knows Queen Susan is the one to protect all of her siblings with the arrows she throws from very far away.

oh wow here is part two. i hope you like it! please tell me what u think. sorry if there is anything wrong in grammar. love u! ♡

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[petervel]

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 ,     𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 ,     𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 .

forewarning :      90% of this post is going to look like the pepe silva meme ,     so it’s okay if you don’t stick it out .     but if you read all the way to the end ,     you’re very kind ;     feel free to cash in a forehead kiss from mr .  pevensie himself  x

i also know there are a couple of posts about inhuman narnia etc floating about ,     which is epic ,     but please know that i have been working on this since early september and am not actively copying nor plagiarising anyone’s ideas ! 

one of the most important things you must know about peter pevensie is that he was always ,     always destined to rule narnia as her high king .     despite any of his initial doubts or misgivings ,     despite the narnians only  really  knowing that  ‘ adam’s flesh   &   adam’s bone ’   would one day sit upon the four thrones at cair paravel ,     his name was woven into the deep magic at narnia’s conception .     the pevensies’ foray through the wardrobe was no mistake :     it was fated ,     and narnia herself ensured that they were all exactly where they needed to be in order to end the white witch’s reign .

narnia ,     in my head ,     isn’t just a piece of land ;     she’s an entity who was wilfully created by aslan ,     just as he breathed life   &    sentience into the stars and talking beasts .     narnia is very much a living being who breathes and gives and takes   ( there’s a  lot  of taking ,     but that’s a thought for another day )  ,     and in choosing peter to represent her ,     she also teaches him how to represent  himself .     gone are the stiff ,     assimilatory veneers from england :     instead ,     narnia claims peter as hers ,     in the way that foliage     —     ever enduring     —     grows between the cracks of the pavements   &   asserts its dominion even over concrete jungles .

when peter is coronated as high king ,     he isn’t just  himself  anymore ;     he becomes narnia and the people and aslan a little bit ,     too .     he stops exactly being  ‘ he ’ ,     and becomes  they .     throughout his reign ,     the deep magic and ancient voices of narnia pour themselves into peter bit by bit ,     which gradually transforms him into something that is more closely a manifestation of his country     —     or perhaps ,     it simply uncovers something that had always been waiting to ignite within his soul .     

with narnia’s help ,     a part of peter becomes a little wild ;     a little regal ;      a little ancient :     to be narnian is to be free ,     to breathe in its air is to undertake a drastic transformation     —     so ,     while some of peter’s identity was taken from him by force   ( we see this in his fight against maugrim and his immediate knighting / ‘ baptism ’ that sees him being given a new name )  ,     the rest of this change is very much a movement to embrace the person he was always meant to be .     take a peek at  this  artwork for an example of what i very much think my peter would ultimately look like !     very ,     very rarely will something ancient speak through peter while he is in narnia :     but it isn’t something you would notice unless you know him well enough to recognise the change in his eyes .

while magic manifests differently   &   more subtly in england ,     a part of narnia remains within peter always   ( even if he can’t feel it at all when he’s back on earth )  ,     emphasising the special ,     legendary bond that bloomed from the prophecy ,     as well as establishing an official sort of hierarchy that places peter directly beneath aslan if absolutely needed .     after his initial reign ,     the title ,     tether ,     and her power all live on in his blood   &   soul ,     reminding peter of his continuing duty to sacrifice whatever he must for narnia ,     but it is no longer an active call to rule .     ultimately ,     she makes an appearance in a number of inscrutable ways ,     including peter’s inherent draw to protect people who cannot protect themselves after he has exited the wardrobe .      like when he was a boy   ( like when he was a king,   too )  ,     he never feels particularly brave     —     but if you need him to stand by you ,   he will not leave your side until you feel safe again .

when peter returns to narnia during the events of prince caspian ,     he immediately recognises that she has chosen @cairspian as her next ruler .     after almost giving himself over to jadis ,     caspian instead offers his bloodied hand to peter ,     and narnia ,     through the will of her high king ,     introduces herself to caspian by way of their blood pact .

narnia ,     of course ,     knew he would be coming back .     and she’ll not only be with him forever ,     but will wait forever for him to come home again .

(  side note :     in my main vodt verse ,     narnia as a living entity who very much loves her king is also what pulls peter back from england ,     even though aslan did not intend for him to return .     when they reach the edge of aslan’s country ,     narnia finally pays him back tenfold when aslan tells peter that he may follow the path of his own choosing .     narnia ,     after all ,     wills it to be so .  )

conclusion :     gradual narniafication over 15 years ultimately results in peter using he / they pronouns .     it increasingly leans toward  ‘ they ’  the longer he rules .     ‘ narniafication ’  is not something i will  ever  mention in threads unless we’ve talked about it first ,     so don’t worry on that front ,     but a cheeky  ‘ they ’  reference to peter is always welcome ,     particularly if our thread is taking place during the golden age .

#next up : jesusification meta #does this mean i can use the word narniafication on the dash now and people will actually know what the hell i'm talking about #can y'all believe i changed peter's pronouns literally a month ago and am only just now making this post PHEW #if ur reading this thank u so much i know it's like half-legible at best but i care about him so much #pls feel free to ask if u need me to clarify anything i LOVE talking about this #and thank u zel for helping me word some of this after i beamed it into ur brain #headcanon.

[skandarismyturkishdelight]

I Despise You (Part 8) - Edmund x Reader

Warnings: none

Characters: Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie and (Y/N)

Setting: The Golden Age, Narnia

Blurb (???i think???): (requested by @alwaysinnarnia)The reader is a Swordswoman/Knight of Doorn and visits Narnia, soon getting off on the wrong hand with King Edmund. She stays in Narnia and they train together, and they become friends and maybe something more…

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*

“...and have the supplies out by the end of the month,” Peter said, dragging a finger across the map before (Y/N) to gesture to Tashbaan’s port. “it’ll take around four months for the iron and oil supplies to arrive.“

Yaro nodded, his hands braced on the edges of the wide table. “With the King and Queen now increasing the mining and production work in the country, Doorn will surely have their products delivered to Tashbaan a little while after Cair Paravel’s shipment would have arrived.”

The High King and Yaro looked up to (Y/N) who had a stern look on her face as she crossed her arms.

She nodded. “There’ll still be a spare month before their deadline. It may work in our favor if something goes wrong-”

“It won’t,” Peter stated confidently. “Everything will go according to plan.”

(Y/N) sighed, letting her arms fall to her side. It was a relief that she didn’t have to go back home yet, especially with the Knight’s meeting just around the corner. (Y/N) couldn’t shake off the crawling feeling of anxiety, though. The terrible thought that her family and people could be in danger terrorised her. So much so that insomnia would consume her days and follow her into the night, never allowing her a moment’s rest.

It was easier with Edmund. (Y/N) had often visited him when the moon was still shining overhead in the star-scattered sky and the woodland creatures whispered into the wind. He would give her comfort when she crawled into his bed, kissing her forehead and the spot behind her ear she had always found ticklish. He would tell her stories about his first time wondering through the wood in the summer, and how he felt when he had stepped into the castle for the first time.

Those stories made her feel warm, and there were nights when he came into her room, too. His shirt would be dampened by sweat, his voice just shy of a tremble as he lay his head onto her stomach and asked for a tale of her own. He would often fall asleep with his arm draped around her, and his soft snores lulled her into her own slumber.

Now with the meeting finished and the organisation for the iron and oil shipments were finalised, (Y/N) felt a slight weight lift from her chest. Yaro took a long look at her and sent a reassuring look when she met his eyes.

“Your Highness?” he said carefully.

(Y/N) almost smiled. Hardly anyone had called her by her formal title, and she genuinely would’ve preferred anything else than that. But now, hearing that title, it reminded her of her older brother and how he used it to mock her incessantly. It comforted her.

“I’m fine,” she said, a small smile on her face. “Thank you, Yaro.”

He nodded curtly and gave her a bow, his arms resting by his sides. (Y/N) turned to Peter who offered her a sympathetic smile and a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Your family will be okay,” he said confidently. “We will never turn away from our allies, or our friends.”

Smiling despite the tears shimmering in her eyes, (Y/N) let herself be swept up into Peter’s brief embrace. He let her go, offering a reassuring nod before she began to walk towards the exit of the war room.

Her hands automatically began to smooth out her tunic and readjust the belt hanging from her hips. She brushed her fingers over the silver dagger safely positioned at her side. Susan had gifted it to her last week for assisting with the organsation of the ball, and (Y/N) felt her chest lighten when running a hand over the hilt which was decorated with sapphire gems.

(Y/N) unsheathed it from her side as she walked down the main hallway towards her quarters. She moved the dagger skilfully between her fingers and flipped it over her hand to rest in her palm again. The cool metal tempered the anxiousness creeping in her chest and left her to focus on the movement of spinning silver.

As quickly as she had flipped the dagger into her other hand, a force hit her from the side and drove her towards the wall. She let out a grunt as the hands she knew so well had skilfully twisted the knife from her hand and held her wrist to the wall; leaving her body trapped between his.

A smile graced her lips as Edmund let out a low laugh. “Your lack of peripheral vision is concerning.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, leaning her head back against the velvety curtains that covered the sunlight. She let her free hand move to his shoulder, and up into his hair as he leaned forward to kiss her chastely. The kiss could only be returned enthusiastically, and soon, Edmund let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist.

The weakness in his movements caused her to smirk into their kiss, not giving a second thought before gripping the collar of his clothing and spinning him around to press him to the wall.

Edmund shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes as he let himself smile at her antics.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” (Y/N) said, teasingly raising an eyebrow.

The dark haired king leaned forward, his breath tickling her lips. “On the contrary - this feels perfect.”

(Y/N) huffed out a laugh before taking his lips with hers again, softly and with determined slowness. Edmund wound a hand into her hair and melted into their embrace, and (Y/N) felt how rapidly his heart beat against hers.

She pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath, and Edmund‘s lips followed her to give her a light peck.

He took both her hands in his. “How was the meeting?”

(Y/N) smiled briefly, and she was sure that Edmund saw right through it and into her troubled mind.

“The shipments will arrive soon,” she said, intertwining her fingers with his. “I’m praying that it will go smoothly. My family cannot afford a war.”

Edmund’s eyes wandered across her face, pulling one of his hands from hers to caress her cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, furrowing his dark eyebrows. “Everything will be fine. If there is anyone you can trust with a task like this, it’s Peter.”

(Y/N) could only nod and lean into his warm hand, moving her face to peck his palm before giving him a tight hug. His strong arms wrapped around her and tucked her as close to his chest as possible. She breathed in his familiar woodsy scent, and she let herself smile at the faint smell of chocolate that always found its way to him.

As they heard scuffling from down the hallway, they pulled apart only to see Lucy come into view with her chin high, and her pale yellow dress swaying and sweeping across the marble floors.

“(Y/N)!” she exclaimed, rushing towards them with her eyes crinkled into a smile. “How did it go? I heard that the supplies are being shipped out soon.”

(Y/N) brushed a hair behind her ear and nodded. “You heard correctly.”

Lucy squealed and tackled (Y/N) with a hug, and Edmund chuckled at the surprise on (Y/N)’s face.

“Oh! We need to celebrate! Should I request for the kitchen to make your favourite dinner?”

“Oh, that’s alright,” (Y/N) said. “I appreciate it, but that’s not necessary.”

Lucy squeezed the young woman’s arms in response and whisked back down the hall excitedly as she called out, “I didn’t hear a no!”

Edmund pushed himself from the wall and took (Y/N)’s hand. “Come on, let’s go somewhere.”

“Oh?” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Where to, my king?”

“Horse riding,” he chuckled, turning to pinch (Y/N)’s waist. “Where else would we go?”

The swordswoman rolled her eyes and smacked his hand away.

Edmund shook his head, his hair moving away from his eyes as he continued to lead the way. They walked along the east wing and descended down the marble staircase, (Y/N)’s hand running along the smooth handrail.

She found herself being pulled to an abrupt stop by Edmund, who took one more step as he focused on a middle aged man standing at the end of the stairs. He wasn’t burly, but he looked strong. His broad shoulders and chest were clad with armour, and a shiny helmet was tucked under his right arm. Dark green eyes flicked up to (Y/N), who also took another step down to stand in line with Edmund.

Edmund spoke first after a tense silence. “Lord Rami.”

The man took a step forward, his eyes still searching (Y/N) and Edmund’s faces. Something in his gaze told (Y/N) that the man didn’t seem too keen on having kind conversation. He didn’t seem to want to address Edmund’s existence.

“Forgive me, Lord Rami,” she spoke out, calmly. “But King Edmund is addressing you. It is only common courtesy for you to respond.”

His cold eyes lay on her, and she felt her skin prickle as he scanned her from head to toe.

“King Edmund,” he said quietly before bowing briefly. “It is an honour to be in your presence.”

Lord Rami turned to (Y/N) again. “And you, milady?”

“(Y/N) (L/N),” she stated. “Knight and Princess of Doorn.”

Trying to keep her face as stoic as possible, (Y/N) tilted her head up as Lord Rami bowed once more.

“Forgive me,” he responded to her. “I must make my way to my quarters.”

The man slowly began to ascend up the staircase, and with one final look at the pair of them, he continued on his way and disappeared as he turned a corner.

(Y/N) tightened her fist and let it go in an attempt to settle her nerves, and she turned to Edmund who seemed to be doing the same, but with a flick of fury in his dark eyes. He clenched his jaw and looked back up to where the man had been, almost as though he was expecting him to reappear.

“Ed,” (Y/N) said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Ed, are you alright?”

He stayed quiet and took a long look at her before continuing to walk down the stairs.

“Who was he?” she asked, feeling quite ridiculous because of her cluelessness.

“No one,” he said quietly.

(Y/N) continued to follow him as he turned left at the staircase and down another hallway, opposite the exit towards the stables.

“Let’s still go on that horse ride,” she said earnestly, moving closer to him. “It’ll get your mind off of whatever you’re thinking.”

Edmund stopped abruptly and worked his hands through his hair. “I don’t need a horse ride.”

“Then what do you need?” She didn’t want to pry it out of him, but she needed to know. “Edmund, what did he-”

“I just need some peace and quiet,” he interrupted, hands falling to his sides. “Can you give me that?”

(Y/N)’s immediate reaction was to scoff. “You’ve never given that to me, so why should I do the same?”

Edmund turned to her, his dark eyes gleaming. “You can never give anyone a moment’s rest, can you?”

“Ed, I just want to know-”

“But I don’t want you to know!” He said, his voice raising. “Stop asking, stop pushing, just stop! Some things are better left unsaid, but that isn’t enough for you! You have this habit of pecking your nose into things that clearly don’t concern you.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank, and her words of comfort died on her tongue. His tone of geniune impatience and fury was one she hadn’t heard in a while. She pressed her lips together, angry at the painful words he spewed, but she grew even angrier when she felt tears prickle at her eyes.

“You’re so ungrateful, you know that?” She retaliated. “And frankly, you’re quite stupid for not thinking that I’m asking you all this because I want to help you. Not everyone here is trying to attack you, Edmund!”

Edmund stepped closer to her, his eyes dark and challenging. “You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“You’re right, I don’t - so help me understand. Or I’m not going to waste my time chasing you around trying to figure you out. You have a family that loves you but you never focus on that! At any sign of conflict, you lash out; just like you’re doing now! Like a child!”

He moved past her and continued down the hall, not looking back as he made his way to his quarters. (Y/N) took a deep breath a wiped away any evidence of the tears that formed in her eyes. She spun around and headed towards the exit of the castle, suddenly missing the feeling of Edmund and his warmth beside her.

*

A couple of hours had gone by since (Y/N)’s return from her ride, and nothing about her mood had changed in the slightest. She fidgeted with the book in her hands, the words not processing in her mind due to all the anger that clouded it.

“It’s Edmund, isn’t it?” Susan asked, looking at (Y/N) from across the room with a book of her own on her lap.

Susan had spotted (Y/N) riding in the woods and it didn’t take her much to figure out she was basically losing her mind. (Y/N) wanted to be alone at first, but she realised how much Susan had helped in trying to get her mind off of Edmund’s angry outburst. The high queen hadn’t asked questions, or pressed for answers; she just rode around with (Y/N) for a couple of hours before they returned at dusk.

(Y/N) sat up, pulling her hair behind her shoulders and closing the book she barely read. “He’s stupid.”

“Oh, we know that,” commented Susan. “What did he do this time?”

Waving her hand impatiently in the air, (Y/N) let the frustration pour out in a wave of almost incomprehensible words. “He was angry at me for no reason! I really thought we were more than fine now, but when something doesn’t go his way - he just lashes out! I was clearly trying to help him when he got all bothered and upset after seeing Lord Rami arrive-”

“Lord Rami?” Susan interrupted, closing her book slowly. “He’s arrived?”

(Y/N) nodded, and Susan sighed frustratedly before leaning back with her hands covering her face.

“I knew something would go wrong,” she said through muffled hands. “He wasn’t meant to come this year.”

“Who’s Lord Rami?” (Y/N) asked.

“A noble from Arnchenland...”

Susan stood by the nearest window and looked out at the sky that began to darken, the faintest of pink and orange dusting the horizon. Her thumb was between her teeth as she turned and gave (Y/N) a worried look.

“This meeting won’t go well,” She stated.

(Y/N) simply watched Susan walk quickly to peer down the library’s exit before standing next to the couch (Y/N) was seated on.

“Lord Rami and Edmund had gotten into...an altercation.”

The swordswoman raised an eyebrow at the queen as she continued, “Edmund had made a comment about how the alliance between Archenland and Narnia was dissipating overtime - a fair observation, might I add. He knew that after Lord Rami had gotten more power over lands ruled by Archenland, he might have tried to take some of our own. Lord Rami retaliated, and of course so did Edmund.”

Susan took a deep breath and pressed a hand to her temple. “And then he had brought up what had happened in the past...with Edmund.”

(Y/N) unconsciously grimaced, standing up slowly and putting the book down. She stood closer to Susan with her arms folded.

“He kept blabbering on, and on, and on...about the White Witch...how Ed...”

Susan shook her head and (Y/N) put a hand out to touch her shoulder.

“Edmund knows what he did. He knows. But he’s learnt...so much. He’s changed. And it’s awful that only we know how much he has - there are some people in the palace that still can’t trust him. He thinks we don’t know, Peter, Lucy, and I, but we do. We truly do.”

(Y/N) pulled in Susan for a quick hug, and the queen immediately reciprocated. (Y/N) loosened her grasp on Susan’s arms as they separated.

“You should see how he is,” (Y/N) said.

“But-”

“You’ve known him your entire life,” she replied, hoping her confident voice was enough to mask the hurt in her eyes. “You’ll know what to say.”

Susan was now holding the swordswoman’s hands, tightening her grip for a brief moment before letting go and breathing deeply. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t do much except wish Susan a good evening and watch her disappear out of the library.

(Y/N) knew that it wasn’t her place to interfere with such situations. There was no possible way that she would be able to comfort him like his siblings would, and it amazed her quite a lot how much they cared for one another. Of course, her own siblings did show their affection every now and then, but not like the Kings and Queens of Narnia. It seemed as though they would pour out their whole heart to each other, and in the end, they knew that everything would all be alright.

She couldn’t help but think of how Edmund might act now. She worried that with Lord Rami here, his patience with her purposefully annoying antics would run short, and he would not treat her the same. (Y/N) wiped her hands along her trousers and then tucked a few stray hairs behind her ears. She needed to calm down a little. She let her feet take her to exit of the library and ascend the nearest staircase, not realising how much her legs had ached from horse riding until she had reached the top step.

Her leather boots clicked softly on the tiled floor as she made her way to her chambers, the familar intricate paintings and detailed rug that lay outside her door welcomed her. She entered with a long sigh and shut the door quietly behind her, peeling her clothes off and throwing them off to the side. She was too tired to take a bath right now, so she settled for washing her face and putting on her nightgown.

(Y/N) tugged her hair down from its tight knot and massaged her scalp as she collapsed onto her soft bed. Her long day began to catch up to her as her eyelids grew heavy, and as she lazily promised herself she would get up in an hour to check on Edmund, sleep had already begun to wrap around her mind. She let her hand fall from her scalp and nuzzled her nose into her pillow, and only seconds later did she fall into a deep slumber.

*

“(Y/N)?”

A quiet voice called out to her softly, stirring her awake. (Y/N) frowned in confusion, taking a moment to wake herself up. She blinked a few times and the first thing she noticed was that the room was almost pitch black. The sun had obviously set, and a soft breeze was circling the room, tickling (Y/N)’s bare legs.

The next thing she noticed was the person sitting up in her bed and their one hand that was laying on her calf, stroking the skin there softly with their thumb. (Y/N) immediately brought herself to sit up as Edmund shifted away and let his hand fall into his lap. Her stomach was swarming with nervous butterflies as she tried to make out the expression on his face.

“Edmund?” she began, watching Edmund as his eyes went from his lap to her eyes, the simple move giving her goosebumps. “Are you okay?”

Edmund nodded slowly and brought his hand to scratch the back of his head. “Can I stay?”

(Y/N)’s heart fluttered, and her mind reeled back to when he appeared in her room for the first time in the middle of the night. The moonlight had illuminated his terror-stricken face, with a sheen of sweat on his neck and chest. She had welcomed him into her arms without hesitation.

But, this time was different. When her eyes adjusted to the dark, and they roamed across Edmund’s face, she noticed a wetness around his eyes. She uncovered herself from the sheets and moved to the edge of the bed beside him.

(Y/N) guided a hand to his freckled cheek, letting it hover for a moment before resting it on his icy skin. At the sound of his soft sigh, her stomach twisted and she felt tears of her own prickle at her eyes. She swiped her thumb under his eye and Edmund’s tears met her soft hand.

Immediately, Edmund broke. A fresh stream of tears ran down his cheeks as he let out a quiet whimper and brought his hands to his face. (Y/N) didn’t wait any longer before sitting up on her knees and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him towards her tightly. He responded just as quickly, his arms enveloping her torso as he cried into her nightgown. She brought her lips to the top of his head and closed her eyes, her tears falling into his hair.

(Y/N) let him cry, and soon his cries turned to sobs. His shoulders shook as he swallowed deep breaths, muttering things that she couldn’t comprehend. Her stomach had dropped down to her feet as he began to apologise; over, and over again, with his face burying deeper into her chest. A couple of minutes passed, accompanied by Edmund’s cries and the soft whistling noise that the wind made. When she felt him loosen his grip on her, (Y/N) brought her hands to both sides of his face and pulled his head from her body so that she could meet his eyes.

His bloodshot eyes met her own.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, shaking his head slightly. “I shouldn’t have said that to you, I should’ve held my tongue. I just...I got so angry. I didn’t mean any of it-”

(Y/N) began to hush him as more tears began to pool in his eyes. She pushed his silky hair out of his face and wiped the rest of his tears away.

“I know, I know,” she began as she sniffled. “It’s okay...Ed, it’s okay. I’m so sorry. For everything. I never meant any of it either.”

Edmund shook his head and brought his hands to (Y/N)‘s face. Silence danced between them as they caught their breaths.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, smoothing down the young woman’s tousled hair.

(Y/N) brought her hands to his tunic and pulled him in to place a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed her back, his chapped lips moving against her carefully and (Y/N) tasted tears. She leaned further into his embrace and took her hand to the nape of his neck, the other placed on his shoulder.

Edmund broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. He pressed his hands against (Y/N)‘s back as she sat down on her heels, her face now level with his. She opened her eyes lazily, and saw that his were still closed. His hands moved up and down her back in soft, slow motions.

Edmund took a hand to her cheek and sniffled. He opened his eyes and leaned back to look at her longingly.

“Come,” she said earnestly, pulling at his hand as she shuffled back underneath the sheets. “Stay with me.”

The young king followed her as he did all those nights before, folding the sheets back gently and slipping right beside her. They found warmth and comfort as soon as their bodies met, and as they wrapped themselves around eachother, with Edmund’s head resting on her shoulder, (Y/N)’s cheek finding itself atop his head, they drifted into a dreamless sleep unlike any other.

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Bright rays of sunlight shook the sleep from (Y/N)’s eyes, leaving her in a frustrating fight to fall back into unconscious. Warm breaths fell delicately on her left cheek, and as she fully awakened, she felt Edmund’s body by her side. His legs were tangled with hers and as one arm lay behind her head, the other was draped across her stomach. The blanket of warmth he provided lulled her to press herself closer to him, and rest her face in the crook of his neck before breathing him in softly. She leaned back again and took a long look at him, feeling as though it was like seeing the first break of spring sunlight.

Edmund began to stir, and it took a moment before she finally saw familiar gold-flecked eyes staring up at the ceiling. (Y/N) smiled at the sight of him, her chest bleeding happiness. She leaned towards his jaw and pressed a kiss there, and under his chin, and continued her path down to his chest.

A heavy chuckle escaped Edmund as (Y/N) propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him. He was heavy with sleep, but that didn’t stop him from sitting up and wrapping his arms around the swordswoman to lay her gently on her back. She let out a breathy laugh as he mirrored her previous movements, kissing her jaw, her chin...

(Y/N) grinned and tried to haul him up so she could kiss him properly, but as soon as his face came close to hers, she grimaced.

“Your breath,” she said in a croaky voice. “It smells awful.”

Edmund laugh lowly, sending a chill through her body. “Yours, too.”

He met her lips in a sloppy kiss, and she groaned in disgust.

“Ed, seriously it’s disgusting,” she said, her words muffled against his lips.

He smiled and pulled away, watching her wipe her lips on the pillow next to her. (Y/N) grinned widely as her eyes met his, pulling him in for a hug as she stroked his back.

Edmund spoke first. “We need to be careful tomorrow.”

(Y/N) frowned. “Because of Lord Rami?”

“Yes...and no.” He pulled away from her hug and settled his hand on her hip. “Representatives of Tashbaan will be there, too. And yes, they will have received news of the supply shipments making way to their ports, but it won’t stop their hostility towards you. You mustn’t do what I did. Don’t show your anger.”

(Y/N) feigned a gasp. “Me? Show my anger? How could I ever?”

Edmund gave her a half-hearted smile before brushing a hair behind her ear. “You would be very surprised.”

She chuckled softly and closed her eyes, reveling in the young king’s warm arms and his quiet breaths.

“I wish I could stay here,” she began. “Forever.”

“Then stay.”

(Y/N) opened her eyes to find Edmund’s gaze already on her, a serious expression taking a hold on his face.

“Ed-”

“After your siblings’ wedding, you can come back. I mean, if you really aren’t happy there...if you’re happier here...”

(Y/N) blinked slowly, her chest clenching as she realised that sooner or later, she would have to leave Cair Paravel. She would leave its woods and sun-kissed cliff side. She’d leave Peter, Susan, Lucy...Edmund.

And she would be miserable.

(Y/N) let her hand drift over to Edmund’s face to rest in his soft hair and stroke her thumb across the shell of his ear.

“My family needs me, Ed.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, so carefully, as though it would be the last time. But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.

Leaning back slightly, he pressed the tip of his nose against hers. “You won’t be leaving your family alone, we can help them. Of course, you’ll visit them whenever and for however long you like. You won’t have to choose.”

“But I do,” she replied softly. “We all do. I can’t be both in my head and in my heart. Especially not now. Maybe later down the track, when everything is better, we can do that.”

(Y/N) brought a hand up to the young king’s face, making a path of his freckles with her eyes. He leaned into her touch, eyelids falling shut. She forced back tears that sprung to her eyes and tried to swallow the burning lump that appeared in her throat.

If I leave, it won’t be forever, she willed herself to say over and over again until the lump almost disappeared.

Almost.

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@nerdreader asked:

hello love! idk if you still do narnian ships or not but i wanted to request a romantic pair and a best friend pair. i am a libra i have brown skin as i am indian and brown eyes, really curly hair that flow till my waist....... i am 5'2" and curvy....i am usually really kind but no one wants to get on my bad side ..... .i kind of have depression....my hobbies are dancing ,reading and writing poems and stories usually fanfics,listening to music.......infj person my aesthetic is vintage core and dark academia..... i love reading soo much i can be sarscastic sometimes if you are not doing ships and all then just ignore it I am sorry have a great day...... be happy stay safe

Thank you for the request and the update, sweetie! I ship you with Susan romantically and Edmund platonically!

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You and Edmund would be such a dynamic duo, honestly! No one expects, when they enter a room with the Pevensies and their friends, that the quiet young woman and the serious young man whispering with their dark heads together would be a threat. That's their last mistake: none of the others are stupid enough to stop you two from verbally destroying anyone who crosses you. Most of the time though, the two of you are just chilling, bantering back and forth over games, trading book recommendations, sharing your love of stories, and just generally vibing.

Susan, on the other hand, wouldn't hesitate to stop someone before they ever got the chance to cross you. It's not that she doesn't think you can handle yourself: she knows you can, but she often blames herself for the people who died during her time in Narnia and is desperate to keep anything from happening to you. If you're upset, she is always the first person to know (usually closely followed by Edmund) and she wants to give you anything you need to get through it, whether that's hugs, someone to talk it through with, or just some space. She loves how compassionate and gentle you usually are, though, and loves to read your writing when you're comfortable with it. She's also definitely a very huggy, touch oriented person, and loves playing with your hair and finding new ways to style it, or perfecting your favorite old hairstyles.

#narnia #edmund pevensie #ship requests #susan pevensie #thank you for the update since it totally helped me decide!

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                         THE SPRING NARNIAN GIFT EXCHANGE.

                 for: @oflucyandlorien from @noctusfury.

lost & found.

G-rated, K-rated language, one-shot, 2.6k words. Angst, hurt/comfort, romance, and found family.

Set in the Golden Age, after the events of "The Horse and His Boy".

Cor | Shasta/Aravis, Cor | Shasta & Pevensies, Aravis & Pevensies.

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Summary: The Pevensies have disappeared, and Narnia and Archenland are in an uproar. Archenland offers to help the Narnians search for their lost monarchs. Cor | Shasta reflects on the impact the Pevensies have brought on him and his family, along with their disappearance. Meanwhile, Cor and Aravis also deal with budding feelings towards each other.

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Note to Giftee: So I have to say that I was very excited to have received your request. I've been WAITING and WAITING to write a fic for Cor/Aravis, or something in the HHB universe, but between them and Golden Age Pevensies, it was kinda difficult figuring out what to write. But I figured I might as well do both.

What was a surprise was that instead of this remaining a one-shot, this story is beginning to grow into a two-shot, perhaps even a three-shot. So I'll tag you if I end up working on/finishing those following parts.

Also, sorry for the bad title. For some reason I couldn't think up anything that could fit this fic. So if you have any ideas, let me know. ^_^

Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this fic and that I was able to incorporate the things you most enjoy. Thank you for the opportunity. ^_^

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It had been a year later, a year since the events of the Battle of Anvard, when Anvard had received the shocking news: the Kings and Queens of Narnia had disappeared during a hunting trip! Vanished! Cair Paravel was in an uproar!

 When Cor — formerly known as Shasta (though still sometimes called that by his more intimate friends) — first heard the news, he was shocked. Took him time to process that, no, he wasn't mishearing the information just given him.

 Then came the denial. This simply couldn't be true. Of course they didn't disappear! They were fine! Perhaps they had forgotten to bring word to Cair Paravel that they were extending their hunting trip. Surely not all of the Monarchs of Narnia could've disappeared at once… could they?

 When they had been told that it had been two weeks since they had left on that hunting trip, and that the Narnians were still searching for their Monarchs all throughout the realm, dread seeped in. Accusations of treachery, abductions, assassinations even flew in the air, and their natural enemies, the Calormene Empire and Telmar, quickly fell into suspicion.

 Corin, his brother, was the first to voice out this conviction. "It has to be the Calormenes! It has to be!"

 Others began chorusing this as well. "They've been coveting the lands of the North for ages!" cried one of the court elders. "Acquiring the Kings and Queens of Narnia as hostages would be just the sort of bargaining chip they'd need to pressure us into submission!" another wave of shouts and debates issued forth in the king's court.

 While it had been a year since the conflict with Prince Rabadash — now Tisroc (Emperor or King-of-Kings in the Common Tongue) of the Calormenes since the passing of his late father (though some wondered, even among his own people, whether or not the Tisroc died from assassination rather than natural causes) — and even though Rabadash had more than shown that he was a passive and 'peaceful' ruler in the short time of his rule, there had been rumors that Rabadash had been scheming to find solutions to redeem his recent disgrace at the hands of the Narnian monarchs. So this wasn't a possibility that could be ignored.

 That being said, Cor knew that just speculating on what happened wasn't going to get them any closer to finding the lost Monarchs of Narnia. His father, who had been quietly observing the pandemonium in his court, seemed to agree with this, as he cleared his throat and ordered for silence. "Please, friends!" he implored, his usual jovial countenance had long past fled. "Now's not the time for speculation. The larger issue at hand is trying to locate their persons. Should we not instead try to find figure out where they could be and try to bring them back to their respective residence, in a speedy and safe manner?"

 Several of the councilors had the decency to look sheepish or shame-faced at the king's gentle admonishment. Cor looked at his father thoughtfully. He knew how much the Pevensies meant to King Lune. He saw how they interacted and from what Corin and their father had told them, the Pevensies were like family to Anvard's royal family. Ever since the Monarchs of Narnia began ruling Narnia, and the first delegation had been sent to Archenland, King Lune and his late wife, who had no children at the time, had practically adopted them into the family and became their foster parents of sorts, and the 'diplomatic missions' between the two royal houses were more familial visits and holiday repasts in all but name.

 Cor, for his part, despite only having known the Pevensies for a little over a year, had grown to think of them as elder siblings and it was no secret that the Twins — Corin in particular — idolized the Kings of Narnia (the Queens, too) and were always thrilled whenever they came to visit, and vice versa. Naturally, Cor tended to favor King Edmund, the first of the Monarchs that he had met and interacted with in Tashbaan on his Quest to reach the North. Now that he was Archenland's Crown Prince and Heir, he had a lot of education to catch up on, and the younger of the Narnian kings had been the perfect tutor, patient and thorough. Cor was, in particular, interested in legal administration and law, similar to the Just King himself, and they had many long discussions concerning the matter.

 Aravis, Cor knew, had grown quite attached to the Queen Lucy and they had often gone into the gardens and had done many outdoor activities, as well as telling each other stories and lore from their respective cultures. Being an only child, Aravis never had the benefit of sibling companionship (aside from some cousins), and the Pevensies, Queen Lucy in particular, became a sort of big sister figure for her. And the relationship really improved her mood over this past year. Cor tried not to notice how pretty she looked among the copper leaves — a Queen of Autumn. He tried not to notice the radiant glow on her face, the Spring in her smile, and the chimes in her laughter.

 He tried not to notice a lot of things where Aravis was concerned. It tended to muddle the mind and leave him utterly confused. And warm. Particularly when she smiled at him. (Since when did her eyes shine like the black pearl that he saw a fisherman catch back in Arsheesh's village?)

 But she wasn't smiling now. Aravis was sitting next to King Lune's throne to his right, and worry for her friend clouded her face. Fear, even. The expression made his heart ache, and he had to stop himself from going over and comforting her. Now wasn't the time or place.

 But what he could do is help his father alleviate the situation. "May I propose something?"

 Cor almost shrunk back against his seat as the whole room — including the Narnian messenger — turned to look at him expectantly. His father most of all (Aravis was also giving him a surprised look, and the boy was trying not to fidget).

 "A proposal, you say, Cor?" inquired King Lune, stroking his beard out of habit. "Do tell, my boy, do tell!"

 "Why don't we discreetly send search parties to Narnia to help in the search? I mean, we know that the last place they were last seen was in the Western Woods, right? Let's start from where we know they could be and then work our way from there. We should be able to find them eventually with added assistance."

 While there were many who were still reserved doubts, there were others who nodded slow approval and even threw each other hopeful glances and murmurings as they voiced their consent.

 King Lune was looking at Cor proudly. "Hah, excellent idea, my boy! Splendid! You're picking up a thing or two, it seems." he turned to the nobles expectantly. "Any objections?"

 One lord tentatively raised a hand. "I do, my lord."

 King Lune gestured for him to continue. "Speak, then, Lord Galen."

 Lord Galen turned to Cor, his face the picture of skepticism. "If I am to understand you correctly, you're proposing to send search parties to Narnia to speed up the search?"

 Cor wasn't sure where he was going with this, but decided to humor him. "Yes?" he then cleared his throat and emended his reply with a more resolute, "Yes, I am."

 "My issue with this idea is this:" continued Lord Galen, "how do we do this, per your suggestion, without attracting the attention of our enemies, such as the Calormene Empire and Telmar. When word eventually reaches them, they'll chomp at the bit to race each other to be the first to capture Narnia, and indeed Archenland, as well. What say you to this?"

 Once again, Cor felt a multitude of gazes expectantly awaiting his response. He gulped. "Well, I…" from the corner of his eye, Cor could see Aravis giving him an encouraging gesture with her hand, and continued, straightening himself and trying to make his voice sound more confident than he felt. "Obviously, we can't neutralize completely the possibility that the enemies' spies will find out eventually…" he looked at everyone in the room, and they nodded their agreement, silently prompting him to continue, "therefore, the only option to counter this is to use that information against them."

 That got their attention. "How so, Cor?" asked his father.

 "Simple: by making them believe it all to be a cunning ruse," Cor explained, beginning to warm up to the subject. "A selected and trusted retinue of Archenlanders ride to Narnia, such as myself, Corin, Aravis, several of the lords, and, of course, various guards and servants, etc, etc, under the guise of having been invited to Cair Paravel for a social event. We will remain for two weeks, secretly helping in the search for the Pevensies, while the festivities and games that will happen in the palace will provide us with a distraction…" he paused, thinking of his next words before continuing. "Meanwhile, the nobles of Narnia and Archenland will provide a double ruse, in which they will hold a 'secret meeting' while the games commence. They are to drop hints and to make sure that they are overheard, with enough discretion to make it believable; that way when they rendezvous to a vacant room or tent, it'll spike the spies' curiosity enough to venture there in order to collect any supposed important information for their masters. Doesn't matter what the topic's about, so long as it's a ruse with some truth implemented in it for validity's sake.

 "Meanwhile, while all of this is going on, Archenlander and Narnian search parties will search high and low for the Kings and Queens of Narnia as thoroughly and quickly as warranted. I recommend some look-a-likes to play as decoys of Their Majesties, so as to appear altogether present, yet distant, in order to prevent spies from getting too close. Some of them I recommend to join the parties, dressed in the Narnian garb or armor to hide their identities and to keep the ruse alive for as long as possible. In this way, we could use these search parties as mere 'patrols' to act as if we're searching and vanquishing any enemy presence in the realm, such as, for example, the Fell-Beasts.

 "This will serve two purposes: One, it will keep the Narnians from panicking and thus increasing the chances of instability in the realm as well as the likelihood of our enemies finding this out and using this to their advantage. This, of course, cannot happen. And two, it will allow us to search for the Pevensies freely without worry of discovery, since it will be known that it's merely routine patrols and war games in order to bring further stability into Narnia and to increase the bonds between Archenland and Narnia.

 "Naturally, those of us among the royal family must remain in Cair Paravel in order to keep the ruse up, or else it might raise suspicion. And we'll only be there for two weeks before returning to Archenland. Of course, if we needed more time, we could extend it to a month, and use the excuse of the young Princes — Corin and I — wanting to stay in Narnia a bit longer and the Pevensies having given their permission to do so.

 "That's pretty much all I can think of at this moment…" Cor finished sheepishly.

 The audience gave a stunned silence before murmuring amongst themselves concerning the plan. King Lune was more ready with his opinion.

 "Excellent idea, my boy!" praised his father, stroking his beard thoughtfully, a proud smile on his face. Cor looked to Aravis, who wore a stunned expression, before giving him an approving smirk.

 And it was doing some strange sensations in his stomach, and a quick beating of his heart.

 What was this?

 He quick shook himself of this as his father called for attention. His father stood up, his huge girth, as always, making whatever action he did look comical, regardless of the seriousness involved, his normally deep and jovial voice turning most solemn, indeed.

 "Right! If we're all in agreement, then let us make haste to Narnia and find their lost Kings and Queens. Let us pray that we find them soon and that they've not come to harm." the King turned to the Narnian messenger — a falcon — who was busy combing through his feathers with his beak in preparation for the return journey. "Will this suffice, friend?"

 The falcon, Takar by name, stopped what he was doing to tip his beak and spread his wings in the customary sign of respect by his kind. "Arrah! Aye, King Lune! Takar hath no objections to this scheme. If thou wilt permit me, Sire, Takar shalt fly forthwith through the south-eastern gales, as true and fast as one of yon Queen Susan's arrows. Thou can rely on Takar to inform me fellow Narnians of thy plan!"

 "The Lion be with you, friend. Safe journey!"

 "Arrah! And to thee, Sire! Mayest the winds favor thy back, and mayest the Great Lion be with thee all thy days!" And with that, the great falcon took off and flew like an arrow from a bow.

 King Lune then turned to his councilors. "And may Aslan be with you all, and I pray that the Monarchs of Narnia will soon be found and restored to their thrones and our hearts.

 "Now let us prepare."

 The courtiers dispersed to prepare for the coming journey, and just as Cor was going to leave and make his own preparations, Aravis made her way towards him. She gave him a congratulatory smile. "That was well spoken, Shasta," she said softly, her Calormene accent folding around his old name like a warm blanket. Only in times like this, when it was just them, she would use his old name from their past life, neither of them having quite gotten used to his real name in the past year. It was always a comfort for Cor whenever she said it, her voice like a cool and soothing balm that calmed him whenever he felt the stresses of his sudden heirdom overwhelming him.

 Cor shrugged self-deprecatorily, feeling a little self-conscious. "It was nothing. King Edmund deserves the credit; it's how he thinks. Whenever one of us visits, he's sort of been teaching me these kinds of things, along with administration and law. I've just been parroting what he said."

 "But isn't that where greatness comes — by walking in the footsteps of and learning from those who have walked the paths less traveled?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow and an inquiring smile. Aravis stared at him thoughtfully, and regarded him for a moment.

 "W-What?" Cor stuttered, not used to the intensity of Aravis's gaze.

 She simply smiled and began walking away. But before she left, she turned to face Cor, the look in her eyes sincere. "You know, I believe that, when the time comes, you'll be a great king…," before adding with a teasing look, "Prince Cor." With a giggle, Aravis left the throne room for her own chambers to prepare for the journey, leaving Cor to stand there with a flustered and surprised look on his face, before shaking himself and moving on to his own room, deep in thought.

 To him, it was her eyes that Prince Cor found to be the most dangerous feature that made up Lady Aravis — those eyes as dark as black pearls.

 And yet, Cor couldn't wait to greet those eyes again.

#tcon #tconedit #narnia #cor #Aravis #cor x aravis #the pevensies #type: fanfiction #springexchange. #spring exchange: 1 #by noctusfury #for oflucyandlorien #narnia gift exchange

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Tag Drop; Lucy Pevensie

#Gay & Golden Haired {Fc} #Big & Brave {Peter} #Tender Hearted {Susan} #Tempting Fate {Edmund} #Pillar Of Strength {Mum} #Courageous Heart {Dad} #Swift To Spring {Friends Of Narnia} #Knows Her People Safe {Narnians} #Dwells Beyond The Stars {Aslan} #Far Humbler Halls {England} #In Truth I Am The Least {Headcanons} #Circlet Of Bright Gold {Clothes} #Return My Care With Love {Narnia} #Thinks Twice & Thrice & Yet Again {Quotes} #Heavy On The Heart {Music} #Light Upon The Head {Likes} #Tears Wept In Silence {Wishlist} #The Faithful {Muse; Lucy Pevensie} #V; Pale Morning Sings #V; Been Blindly Deceived #V; Guess What’s Coming Next #V; Shifts One Way Or The Other #V; A Children’s Tale #V; Old Old Winds Blowing Back Round #V; Lead You Back To Me #V; Sing A Song For You #V; Night Explodes In Laughter #V; Way Your World Can Alter

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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (10/10) Peter version

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Female!Reader/ Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader Warnings: emotional ending but happy! Word Count: 2.8k Part Summary: As the Pevensies time in Narnia comes to an end, Y/N must decide. There isn’t just one question that needs to be answered... who will Y/N pick? Will Y/N really consider staying in Narnia? A/N: And with that one of my first series comes to an end... it’s both exciting yet sad at the same time as I’ve had so much fun writing it. Thank you to everyone who’s followed the series! I appreciate you so much! SOOOO emotional! I never thought of writing both versions of the ending BUT I’m so glad I did so thank you to whoever suggested it!!! I envisioned Y/N picking Caspian, but this ending is gold :) 

Masterlist 

The whole Talmarine kingdom, as well as Narnians, have gathered in the courtyard for the ceremony. Aslan has made the decision to allow some Talmarines to leave Narnia if they choose. Apparently, Talmarines are like the Pevensies and myself I suppose, they're from our world. They traveled to Narnia centuries ago by accident and made a home here. Caspian speaks to his people with such ease as he encourages them to consider the offer. He's a natural-born leader. He's meant to be Narnia's future king. As I come to this conclusion, I take Peter's hand beside me. He glances down at me, having not expected the action. Nonetheless, he gives my hand a comforting squeeze and offers me a gentle smile of reassurance.

"Are you alright?" He questions in a whisper with a tad of worry resting on his brows.

"I just... when we got here I would've done anything to go back home. Now that the war is over and Miraz is gone, I've come to realize I'm quite fond of Narnia," I explain my predicament.

Peter chuckles lightly, pleased with the news considering how much he adores this place. "I always hoped you would. Whenever I told you about Narnia, I wished I could've shown it to you. I'm glad you came with us this time. Now you understand," he reasons.

General Glozelle and Miraz's wife, Prunaprismia, volunteer first with her baby. In honor of their bravery, Aslan blesses them with a good future. The pair walk toward the tree that Aslan has made part in half. Everyone watches in awe the General and former Queen disappear in a blink. My lips part in astonishment. I don't think I'll ever get used to magic. Gasps fall across the crowd and people begin to question Aslan's intentions. They fear this is all a trick.

Peter slips his hand from mine and steps forward. "We'll go," he volunteers us.

"We Edmund frowns, sharing my expression.

"Wait, what?" I express rather rashly.

In my defense, it's justified. Peter never asked for my opinion. He's deciding for me. Aslan... Aslan made it out to seem as though I had a choice, as though we all would have at least some more time here. "Come on. Our time's up," Peter tells me solemnly, but an ounce of hope lingers in his tone. "After all... we're not really needed here anymore," he determines while approaching Caspian to offer him his sword.

"I will look after it until you return," Caspian assures Peter confidently.

"I'm afraid that's just it," Susan interjects beside me. "We're not coming back."

"We're not?" Lucy pouts with concern.

"You two are," Peter predicts, glancing between Aslan and his youngest sister. "At least, I think he means you two."

"But why?" Lucy struggles to comprehend the purpose behind this news, as do I. "Did they do something wrong?"

"Quite the opposite, Dear One," Aslan voices. "Your brother and sister have learned what they can from this world. Now it's time for them to live on their own." Aslan comforts each of us with his wisdom.

Though, frankly, I'm finding it hard to swallow this harsh pill. But all things have their time.

"It's all right, Lu," Peter tries to ease Lucy's mind as he takes her hand gently. "It's not how I thought it would be...but it's all right."

Peter directs his attention to me and holds out his free hand for me to take. "One day you'll see, too. Come on."

He offers me a weak smile, not one that shows genuine happiness, but contentment. I ease my hand out to glide it into his, but something stops me. A feeling in my chest telling me not to settle as Peter as with his decision. I shift my head toward Aslan to ask the lion directly. "And what about me?"

My patience is growing thin. All this back-and-forth yet I haven't heard a concrete answer about where I belong. Aslan is constantly confusing me with his tricky wording. One minute he makes me believe that finding him wasn't my purpose for coming here and the next he's telling Peter that his time here is over. I belong where Peter is, I always have. If his purpose is in our world... then so is mine. Then, does that mean I'm like Edmund and Lucy? Am I destined to return in the future? How far in the future? Narnian time is different from ours, who knows how many years will pass before we're here again. It could be another thousand years in Narnian time. "Your course is not as clear-cut as theirs," Aslan states with uncertainty. "You still have much to learn from here, as do Edmund and Lucy. Going back means one day, you will return, as will they."

"So I am to go back," I hope to clarify.

All I want is an answer, to know my path.

"Returning to your world will bring you back here someday, yes, that is a course you may take," Aslan nods calmly.

So, after all this time, after all the back-and-forth, Aslan is guiding me toward Peter. He made it sound as though I had to make this life-altering decision. The first few days we were here, I would've given anything to go back home. I never wanted to be in Narnia. Now that I have my chance to get out and everyone is rushing me out the door, I'm digging my heels into the dirt begging for a moment's pause. All this time Aslan has been pressing me to make a decision, why do I feel as though he's making it for me? It's suffocating.

I glance between Aslan and Peter nervously. Aslan wears his usual gentle and patient smile while Peter is confused with furrowed brows. His hand remains out to me, lingering for mine to join it. I whip my head around and my eyes land on Caspian. His features fall as he comes to terms with my departure. I approach the future King solemnly. All I can keep thinking is 'more time! More time! If only we had more time!' I can't visualize who the 'we' is exactly. When I say it, all I can think of is the riverbank in the forest. I see myself lying beside the river in the plush green, flower-covered, grass. The warmth of the golden sun scatters over my skin. I spent time with both Peter and Caspian there. What I would give to return to those moments. Whether I'm hoping it's with Peter or Caspian, I can't see. Each of them matters to me, on what level I can't decide.

"I'm glad I came," I tell Caspian whole-heartedly.

"I wish we had more time together," the prince sighs, taking my hands in his.

His hands are warm. Mine are always cold. I never noticed that before now. I'll miss that.

"I'm not entirely sure I belong here," I confess timidly, still unsure of my thoughts and Aslan's advice.

"Why not?" Caspian frowns as if my words are nonsense.

"I’m not of this world and if the Pevensies are 1,300 years older than you so am I," I shrug with a hint of a smile as I comprehend how old I am. I'm not a Narnian or a monarch of Narnia. Aslan said I was meant to come here with the Pevensies, but our time is up and I've yet to find this purpose he speaks so much about.

Caspian expresses a faint smile, amused by my humor, but too solemn to fully be happy. Both of us pull the other into an embrace. The words continue to repeat in my mind. 'More time! More time! If only we had more time!' I feel as though I'm standing on the edge of the cliff overlooking a deep trench and I'm stuck wondering whether I should jump. Caspian and I part from one another. It's painful. I feel safe with him, more secure and understood than I ever have before. I don't want to let go, but at the same time, I'm yearning to cling to Peter.

Peter meets me halfway and wraps an arm around my waist, leading me toward the tree trunk. The Pevenesies begin toward the tree as well, ready to go on.

"It’ll be okay," Peter whispers in my ear as he brings me into his side.

I feel safe here with him. Peter is home for me. For years, he's been my rock, my strength. Through the war, losing my dad, through all the bad, Peter has been my guiding light.

He continues to comfort me. "Everything will be as if we-"

"Peter, no wait... " I shake my head as my steps come to a halt.

It takes a second for Peter to react. He comes to a halt a few steps ahead of me. Turning over his shoulder, he gives me a confused look.

"I can’t go back," I voice, but my volume is weak. "At least not yet... not until I know that I've done what I must do."

"What do you mean?" He frowns.

"I... I think I’m still needed here..." I stammer with uncertainty. "At least... At least that’s what I think Aslan means. He speaks like a fortune teller and it’s confusing!"

Peter switches his now crossed expression from me to the lion. "Aslan, is that true?"

"Y/N’s future is not set in stone as your four’s is in history. She has known that she has to decide her course of action for some time. The clock is dwindling," Aslan explains steadily, looking to me to decide.

Lucy steps forward from behind Peter. "You mean you have to stay here?"

"It means I have a choice," I do my best to word it less harshly to the little one. "Staying here or coming again later. I’m assuming the next time will be with you and Edmund. Either way, I’m needed here. I just know it." I try to explain, but how do I explain a feeling?

"Neither choice is wrong," Aslan injects as he moves to stand beside Peter and me. "Going back to your world would mean you would return with Edmund and Lucy. After that, your life will be as you've always envisioned with who you envisioned. Staying here would be as you've envisioned as well," Aslan explains, giving me a knowing look. "You will prosper in both worlds, in whichever you decide."

Does Aslan know that I haven't been able to stop thinking about the riverbank? Is that what he's referring to? Does he mean that if I stay in Narnia I'll be with Caspian? If I return to England Peter and I will be together? Choosing a world also means choosing between Peter and Caspian.

"But why?" Lucy pouts.

"I don’t know," I struggle to say as my eyes begin to well up.

"I do," Peter voices.

"What?" I mutter.

"I didn’t understand it at first, but Aslan told me something earlier today. He said, ‘as much as we wish we could, sometimes we can’t choose who we love, the world chooses for us.’ You’re needed here. This is why you were brought here with us. When Caspian called for us with the horn, he unknowingly was calling to you as well."

I switch my gaze between Caspian and Peter frantically. Both of them meet my gaze with eagerness, wondering what I'll choose, as does everyone else.

"So I will return with Lucy and Edmund in the future if I go home?" I clarify with Aslan, hoping for a direct answer.

"Yes, if that's what you decide, Child," he nods.

I press my lips together as my throat becomes strained from holding back tears. "Peter I- "

"It’s okay," he assures me as his hand glides up to cup my cheek. "Everything is as it should be."

I can tell he's doing his best to stay strong for my sake. Tears flow from his eyes silently and the sight pierces my heart.

"If this is how it should be, why does it hurt so much?" I mutter, my tone shaky with emotion.

Peter shakes his head as his eyes become glossy. "It won’t forever. We’ll both grow and find that which we were destined to. I always thought we would find that together," he chuckles softly, it's bitter-sweet. "But this is right," he speaks with certainty.

"But I’ll never see you again," I comprehend the harsh reality of it all. "I... I don't want that! I can't imagine my life without you in it! You've always been there and I... haven't I lost enough people already? How many more goodbyes must I say?"

"We mustn’t think like that. One day we'll be together again!" Peter thinks optimistically.

This isn't fair. None of this is fair! In choosing Narnia, in choosing a different life for myself, I'm losing my best friend. I'm losing the one person who kept me going, who gave me a reason to survive.

"I love you," I cry.

Peter grins at my words, a faint and joyful chuckle escapes between his teeth. "And I’ve always loved you, perhaps I always will. We’ll never lose that, even across worlds."

I nod repeatedly, holding onto every syllable. I pray and hope, that he's right. Peter pulls me into his chest and I wrap my arms around him for dear life. I grip the fabric of his loose shirt in my fists. His hand cradles my head as he plants a kiss on my forehead.

Do the ones we love ever truly leave us? Is the memory of them strong enough to keep us going in their absence? I doubt a day will pass by where Peter doesn't cross my mind or any of the Pevensies for that matter.

Now that our time has officially run out, I say my goodbyes to each of the Pevensies. I'm not just saying goodbye to Peter's siblings, each of them has become family to me. Lucy and Susan cry with me as the three of us hug each other. Edmund does his best not to show emotion, but I can see behind his stone-hard expression that he's holding back. His tight embrace is enough evidence as well.

When the moment comes for the Pevensies to return to London, I hold onto Peter's hand as I approach the tree with them. His siblings walk a step ahead as Peter walks backward to face me. Until the last second, we hold on.

"Someday," I nod, as though I'm making a promise that one day we'll see each other again.

He nods, agreeing to the vow. "Someday."

Our hands begin to slip as Peter backs away toward the cliff between the tree halves and my breath hitches in my throat. I stare into his sea-glass eyes and the seconds travel rapidly by. In a blink, he's gone, disappeared from my world.

A gasp escapes my lips at the sight. My arm falls to my side as tears glide down my cheeks. My heart sinks as reality hits me that I'll never see Peter ever again as long as we're alive. An arm wraps around my waist, supporting me. Caspian appears in my peripheral vision as my eyes remain locked on the open space beneath the tree.

"It’ll be okay," he reassures me as he rubs his hand up and down my back.

I swallow hard, my face becomes blank other than the tears falling down my cheeks. A deep sense of emptiness consumes me inch by inch starting from my heart.

"As long as you've done what's right by your conscious and your heart, you could never be wrong, Dear One," Aslan advises smoothly.

I stare ahead at the tree, waiting for Peter to reappear though I know he'll never come. Have I done wrong? If this is what's meant to happen, why does it hurt so much? This is agony.

Caspian tries to usher me away, "come, Y/N, we can go back to-"

"No!" I blurt out suddenly, making him halt.

My eyes search the tree in a panic and then I turn to Caspian. "I'm sorry... I... I can't do this!"

The prince's features fall as he processes my words. "But..."

"I'm so sorry Caspian," I cry. "I love Narnia and I'm so glad that we've met but..." I glance over at the empty space where Peter last stood with a deep sigh. "I don't think I can be truly happy here if a piece of me is elsewhere."

Caspian swallows hard, clenching his jaw to withhold his emotions. "You love him," he determines.

Knowing that in choosing Peter I'm hurting Caspian is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Yet, it wasn't until Peter vanished from my sight did I come to realize that the answer to my million questions was right there in front of me this whole time. It's Peter, it's always been, Peter.

I lean up and plant a kiss on Caspian's lips, one last kiss. He deepens the kiss and it's a bitter-sweet farewell. When we part, he wraps his arms around me in an embrace. I wrap my arms around him tightly, holding onto the hope that Aslan is right and one day we may see each other again.

"One day," I mutter against his chest. "One day I hope we're reunited."

Caspian parts from me and expresses a weak smile as he brushes his hand against my cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. "I'll count the days until your return."

“I pray it’s soon,” I confess. “I fear I’ll miss you more than I can bare.” 

In choosing Peter, I lose Caspian. In choosing Caspian, I lose Peter. Neither choice is painless. 

I glance toward the lion, "so am I right about this?"

I can’t leave without being sure. 

"You were never wrong," he smiles.

I switch my gaze to Trumpkin, the crowd of Narnians, and Telemarines. All of them await my next move. Swiftly, I plant a kiss on Caspian's cheek, preparing to rush after the Pevensies. I turn toward the tree with a smile, knowing in my heart this is right. I turn my back to the tree and begin to back away from Caspian as Peter did to me. I hold onto the Prince's hand until the last moment. Our fingertips barely touching.

"Goodbye for now," I phrase lightheartedly with a soft grin.

"Farewell-"

Caspian's words are cut short as my vision changes from the courtyard to a chaotic train station. I'm standing in the middle of the platform as people move about me. The peace of the courtyard is replaced with deafening noise. I blink rapidly, piecing together what's happened. I glance down at my clothes and I'm in my school uniform again. My hair wisps around as a train flies through the station. I'm back, I'm back in London! Peter. I need to find him!

Frantically, I shift between people, rushing through the station to find the Pevensies. They have no idea I'm here. It'll be like a needle in a haystack with everyone dressed in the same uniforms. Perhaps they're where we left for Narnia, by the bench! As the idea pops into my mind, I begin to run. I scan each head, each face, all looking for one. Then, in a flash, I spot the blonde speckled hair I've been longing to see. Peter paces in front of the bench, his eyes on the floor and his hand rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks are red and his eyes bloodshot. His sisters and brother are huddled together by the bench, likely discussing their departure and my decision to stay. Little do they know...

"Peter!" I shout impulsively.

Peter whips his head around, searching the crowd for me. His glossy eyes are wide with surprise and his lips are parted. The other Pevensie children appear just as shocked. Then, he finds me. Amongst the crowd and chaos, his sea-glass eyes that I've been longing to see again since the moment he left have found me.

"Y/N?" He mouths breathlessly.

Peter begins to shove through the crowd, leaving his stunned siblings behind. I glide between bodies, excusing myself along the way. The seconds feel like hours as the distance dwindles but feels miles long. All I keep thinking is 'get to him! Get to him!' Before, I envisioned the riverbank. I longed for it. I couldn't see who was with me there in my visions until now, Peter. We were at peace, happy even. I believed the whole reason behind my want for those moments was to stay in Narnia. Yet, I've come to realize that it doesn't matter where I am, as long as it's with Peter.

In an instant, Peter's arms wrap around me and he frantically cradles my head, pressing it to his chest for dear life. He parts from me, cupping my face with astonishment.

He shouts, "what are you-"

Ignoring his words, I press my lips to his. Since the moment he disappeared all I wanted was to be with him again. At first, he's taken aback by my action, but after a second he comes to kiss me back. He cups my cheek and deepens the kiss. It’s salty, a mixture our of tears coming together. The world around us goes silent and nothing else matters. Despite everything, the war, the pain, the loss, this is where I'm meant to be. We part only to catch our breath.

"You came back?" He pants, lingering inches from my face. Now, tears of joy fall from his eyes. "But you're needed in Narnia! Aslan even said-"

"Destiny is a funny thing I've come to realize," I chuckle lightly with joy. "Everyone always speaks of it as though it must be an action or place. What if it's a person?"

The edge of his lips curl upward with pleasure, yet his brows scrunch together in confusion. "What happened to someday? You had the chance to be Queen! Grow old in Narnia! Caspian..."

"I was standing there, milliseconds after you left and I realized that none of it made any sense!" I explain breathlessly. "My world wouldn't be my world without you in it. Life wouldn't be worth living."

He gleams, overjoyed at my words. "So it's me?!"

"Oh silly boy, it's always been you," I giggle lightheartedly.

Peter releases a breathless laugh, emotional yet over the moon. He nods and swiftly brings his lips back to mine, holding my face in his hands longingly. No matter the world or time, I will follow him anywhere.

It's him. It's always been, Peter. Now, we have forever.

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[the-second-tonks]

Hey, I want to be part of the Narnia game if it isn't too much of a bother

I'm a straight male with short curly red hair, I have light brown eyes almost golden I am full of freckles. I am 6' tall, a gryffindor/ravenclaw.

I have an almost Deadpool like humor, im very protective over my friends and the last person to back down from a fight, if it ever gets to kne usually it doesn't. I always (involuntarily) have a RBF everytime I enter a room so people that don't know me tend to think I'm mean or extremely serious. I'm already leader, always have been president of any organization I join

I actually am a little serious and I suck at opening up to people j prefer to let my feeling drown inside of me. Only people that really know me would be able to get me to open up.

I'm a very passionate stubborn person, who loves to argue with people just for the thrill of it.

I think around the prince Caspian movie would be great for me to come in if its ok.

I'm want the wife thing you mentioned the topic well, surprise me

I'd also prefer if the race was human,

If you need more info don't be afraid to message me

If you can do this thank you very much, I actually have been following you for a while now and have made a few asks before, I absolutely love your work and hope you keep doing what you are doing because honestly it blows my mind everytume I read something of yours

Heya ! Nope it doesn't bother me at all ! Yep I remember the marvel ship , it was the one of those last ships I did before the celebration ! I'm glad you love my work and HAHA, thank you for telling me that I blow your mind lol lol ! Hmm, the info is enough , I'll pick some points from the previous ship request because I remember I shipped you with Nat :)

This is the info that I'm taking additionally , if you don't mind . But if you do , dm me/send in an ask , I'll change it as per your request :)

How you enter the magical world of Narnia

You were returning back from a fight which was about to get physical , the road was empty except for the trees in the side. You were too stubborn to budge and the man was too egoistic to agree with his mistake . Kicking the stone casually , you kept walking until you heard a hustle in the nearby tree . Your doubts instantly told you that it could be that crazy man and so , you decided to approach the source of the noise . As soon as you stepped in , the ground wasn't present to support your feet . Falling down vigorously , you landed on a rather soft ground . A beach , to be precise . Narnia , to summarise it .

The weapon you yielded

Sword . It matches you so much . A sword will never give up until it breaks or looses it's sharpness . The sword is brave and reckless , faces the challenge head on and on a short range . You'd often learn/challenge swordfighting from/to Peter and Edmund (more often Edmund) .

Your wife

I ship you with Lucy . Do I have any doubts ? No . Not one . I thought of susan but you both wouldn't hit off . You need a girl who's strong and brave but underestimated very often . Lucy will not judge you , she's the sweetest human I've ever come across in any fandom and will stand up against anyone for you .

The Era/Movie you enter Narnia

The Chronicles Of Narnia : Prince Caspian

What the Narnians think about you

To be honest , most of them are proud to have a warrior like you . They love you and are inspired by your tough exterior . They think of you as the rock which never breaks and always stands it's ground and is serious. The army of Narnia are given your example to be trained and getting trained by you personally is a sheer blessing . They think you're one of the great warriors whom Aslan's sent for their protection . You're a household name .

What the Pevensie siblings think about you

Peter Pevensie : Facing this bery clearly , he hated you in the beginning . You both are stubborn as hell , so clashes are pretty common . Especially since you're entering the second movie , damn . He'll use his sword on you for real , trying to kill you since you were with Caspian . Also , you would side with Lucy and he'd hate it since he wants everyone to agree with him and wants you to stay away from his sister . Still , after everything , it's not that he likes you too much . But he's okay with you , mostly because of his sister (don't worry this is just a cover up , he likes you and is okay with you)

Susan Pevensie : She . Is . A . Fan . Of . Yours . Definitely , arguing needs a thing called brain and Susan likes and appreciates people who have it . She'll often try to learn your arguing tactics and stuff , but she'll love you as a brother too . She'll often disapprove your stubbornness but would still like how you stand your ground . She'll give you wise advices .

Edmund Pevensie : He'll be cold with you in the beginning . Very cold . He'll be protective of Lucy and would want to make sure that you won't hurt his sister . Ofcourse , once he comes to know the softie you are , he'll warm up with you and then , I'll just give a warning of teasing . You both would tease the hell out of Lucy and others . You both are going to be like bestfriends , sometimes making lucy think you both were long lost brothers . You both would often have swordfighting competition and you both would tie , always .

Lucy Pevensie : I was waiting for this one . She would never judge you and often feel a sense of likeness towards you . She wouldn't know why , but she'll always be there for you anytime you need someone . Out of all the siblings , lucy was the first one to get you open up . She will instantly see your soft heart and tough exterior thing and would always talk nicely with you . She'll even drop hints of tips that you might've needed at the moment . She'll love you all the way to the moon and back . Often , she'll blush when your name will be spoken in front of her and would get lost in your thoughts .

What Caspian thinks about you

He literally loves your company as a friend . Whenever he'll hear you coming , he'll find some free time in his busy schedule to spend time with you . He really respects you and will always be there for you when you wanna vent or anything. He'll also really like your never-give-up thingy and would appreciate you for that . Swordfighting would be a fun activity you both do together .

What Aslan thinks about you

Okay , I can't read that clever lion's mind , but I'm sure he's really proud of you . He really loves you and just wants you to remember that you're amazing ! You'll always have his blessings with you and he'll always be by your side, even when there's no one .

A short blurb on your life in Narnia

You'd land in Narnia , the beach to be precise and explore the ruins of the magnificent castle . Walking around aimlessly , you'll meet Caspian the X and will unite with him . He'll teach you a bit swordfighting but by Aslan's grace , you'll have a natural talent and will learn most of the things(from the experienced Centaurs) in very short span of time . You'll be a great support to Caspian , who'll trust you and assign you with the Army . You'll lead the Army bravely until you see a girl peaking through the bushes (lucy is a bit older , canon) . You'll point your sword at her but not hurt her . Her brother , Peter , will begin a fight with you , causing Caspian and later , Edmund to interfere in it . You all would stop as soon as the same girl shouts to . Later , you'll come to know the beautiful girl's name was lucy . Now , from walking to the how and Lucy asking you to be safe in the first war to half-leading(because Peter took the half) the Army , you were now bidding a goodbye to Lucy Pevensie , the love of your life. She had been your support system (emotionally and mentally) , so you knew you were going to miss her . But , you were worried that she'd forget you . Skipping to three years later , you reunited with Lucy and Edmund , who were now older . Lucy looked more beautiful and you realised that in the past time your feelings had simply grew . But so had your skills . You were Narnia's best swordsman . Beating Edmund . Finally , from traveling to the lone islands to fighting your worst fear and saving people , you were at the entrance of Aslan's country when Aslan permitted either lucy to go with you in your time , or you to go with lucy in her time . I'll leave it upon you to choose .. but whichever you did , you and lucy lived happily ever after

Your post

Prince Caspian - You'll lead the Army

Voyage of the Dawn Treader - Head of the Narnian Army (even the King is under you in case of wars )

I hope you liked it !

Thank you for participating !

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[foursideharmony]

The Cat, the Prince, and the Doorway to Imagination (Chapter 5)

Summary: Roman confronts the other Sides.

Pairings: Platonic/familial LAMP/CALM, Platonic/familial DLAMPR

Content Warnings: Violence and threats of violence, nightmare imagery

Word Count: 3,194

Read on AO3: here

“Won't be long now,” said Mr. Beaver as the group rounded a low hill. The sun was just starting to sink, and the resulting shadow made them all the colder. They had been on the move for nearly twenty hours, with only brief and infrequent rest stops, and had long since begun dragging their feet. Their trail made a continuous ragged line through the snow.

“I can't feel my anything,” Patton moaned.

“Well if nothing else,” said Mrs. Beaver, trudging alongside him and patting his hand, “they'll at least have decent campfires where we're going.”

Another twenty-five or so minutes brought them around the base of that hill and the next one, and then the Beavers led the group up the slope of a third and tallest hill. “And here we are,” said Mr. Beaver once they reached the summit. “The hill of the Stone Table.”

The hilltop was a broad space, clear of trees, with a grim gray construction in the very center: the Stone Table itself. It seemed like the whole snowscape of Narnia spread out before them, all the way to the twinkling ocean. It would have been a lovely view if not for the circumstances that had brought them there.

No one greeted them. They thought at first that no one was even there, but Virgil pointed to a hunched figure crouched on the ground some distance away from the table, tending the embers of a small fire by means of an awkwardly long poker held at full arm's length, as if she were afraid to go too near it. She was very slender, with lightly tanned skin and misty pale green hair that stuck out from her head in bristly locks, falling down to merge with her dress, which was the same color and texture.

“Ailim, is that you?” said Mr. Beaver.

“Oh!” said the woman, rising to her feet in one motion, more gracefully than any human could manage. “Beaver...I wasn't expecting you.”

“Ailim...where is everyone?”

She shook her head with a sound like leaves rustling in a breeze. “A few are nearby, keeping to cover. As for the rest...they are safe in their homes. Where else would they be? Aslan has not come after all. Of my people, only my conifer siblings and myself are even awake. The rest of our cousins still sleep.”

“Ailim is a dryad,” Mrs. Beaver explained. “That's the spirit of a tree. In her case, a fir tree.”

“And you must be the humans of the prophecy,” said Ailim. “Do you know why Aslan has not returned?”

“B-beats me, Miss,” Patton said, teeth chattering. “The story seems to have hopped off the rails at some point.”

“Oh, how rude of me not to notice how cold you are. Do come sit by the fire. She crouched to poke up the flames, and used an equally long-handled set of tongs to add another log. Soon it was crackling nicely, and the Sides were clustered around it, sitting on small boulders that had been cleared of snow and soaking up the warmth.

“It doesn't bother you?” Virgil said as Ailim fed the fire again. “Burning wood? I mean, if you're a tree too...”

“This was all fallen and dead already when it was gathered,” she explained. “No Narnian of good heart would ever cut down a living tree, or even take so much as a single branch. Sometimes an aged dryad who knows she will die soon will bequeath her wood to those who need it, but living trees are sacrosanct. Or,” she added sadly, “so it was before the White Witch came.”

“We'll figure something out,” Patton said. “I think…I think the Witch is hurting someone we care about too.”

“In the meantime,” Mr. Beaver cut in, “this lot needs food and rest.”

“Of course,” said the dryad. “There are shelters in the thickets on the southeastern slope, and provisions. Tap three times quickly and twice slowly on the large boulder and the fauns will let you inside.” She met each of their gazes in turn. “In the morning we must hold a council of war.”

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At least Jadis's bed was comfortable enough.

Roman had found it eventually, after wandering the frozen castle for what felt like hours. It was only a broad, thick slab of ice on the floor, but it was heaped with enough blankets and furs that he was adequately shielded from the worst of the cold, both from the frigid air of the castle and the bed itself. He crawled in, his head still spinning, and wrapped himself in layers of bedding like a caterpillar forming its cocoon.

Sleep came quickly, but proper rest did not; Roman's dreams were full of ice and crystal and stone and snowflakes that came spinning down out of a black sky like tiny sawmill blades. Where they touched him he flinched and bled, and his blood was the pale turquoise of a glacial core. It whispered to him in sounds that were almost words and phrases in a language he only partially understood.

Perhaps he thrashed or cried out in his sleep, but if so, no one noticed or responded.

And with the coming of the dawn, Roman opened his eyes...and knew who he was. And what he was.

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The war council never happened.

After their long trek, the Sides had just enough energy left to swallow a few mouthfuls of the stew  the fauns had prepared and fall asleep on rough cots in a den of sorts excavated from the hillside. The Narnians hadn't the heart to disturb them, and they didn't wake until the sun was well over the horizon, and then only because a strange, piercing sound was blaring from outside the shelter, coming from some distance away. It was like a horn, but shriller, and it set their teeth on edge.

Bleary-eyed from stolen sleep, they bustled out to find their hosts interrupted in the act of preparing breakfast. “What's going on?” Patton yawned. “Is it time for the council meeting thingie?”

“We're not sure,” said one of the fauns, whose name escaped him. The peculiar sound continued at intervals of a few seconds, and seemed intended as a signal of some kind.

“Something is approaching!” came Ailim’s voice from the hilltop. “Let us all gather as a show of our numbers!”

“What numbers,” Virgil muttered, but he joined the other two, and the Beavers and fauns and other handful of Narnian citizens now emerging from their respective shelters, in hiking back up to the summit, where Ailim was waiting with another dryad, taller and wirier than herself. They got there just in time to see, bursting through the trees on the northern slope, a Dwarf they barely recognized as the White Witch’s driver. He was blowing on some kind of wind instrument that appeared to be made from silvery crystal—or perhaps ice—which was of course the sound they had all been hearing. Behind him, further downslope, there was some kind of commotion that wasn’t yet visible through the brush and piled snow.

“Narnians!” bellowed the Dwarf. “Make ready to receive your most exalted ruler, the White Warlock!”

“What?” Virgil growled.

“White Warlock?” said Patton. “No, it’s supposed to be the White Witch. A scary lady! I remember that part!”

“'Warlock' is a semi-archaic term for a male witch,” Logan observed.

“Guys, I have the worst feeling about this…” said Virgil.

More creatures were emerging from the trees on the hill slope, and it took the Sides a moment to realize that they were looking at a procession of monsters. First was a group of Goblin heralds carrying gonfalons that seemed to consist only of crosspieces crusted with masses of icicles. Then came a formation of Dwarf archers, and then several Ogres bearing clubs. Following this were a few Hags, hissing and pointing threateningly into the gathering.

(“What is this, the whole bloody entourage?” whispered Mr. Beaver. “Dear! Mind your language!” Mrs. Beaver retorted.)

As the procession reached the hilltop, it broke to its right, circling the space counterclockwise and fanning out along the other side of the Stone Table from the Sides and their allies, effectively corralling them—they could retreat, technically, but there was only one direction available; they would be easy pickings if they tried.

Finally, the White Warlock himself appeared, lounging in a fur-lined sedan chair on the shoulders of four massive Minotaurs. His crown glittered as he moved in and out of patches of shade and his robe was made entirely of ermine, with a train that trailed behind the chair for ten yards, held off the ground by a team of Yew-dryads, their short shaggy hair speckled with scarlet berries. The Minotaurs crested the hill, and one of them kicked snow over the smoldering campfire, extinguishing it. They eased the chair down, and the Warlock rose from his seat, stepped lightly to the ground, and turned to face them.

It was Roman...and he was wrong.

They knew what “evil Roman” was supposed to look like. The fans loved to imagine him, for some reason, and they tagged Thomas in their fanart of the concept often enough that the Sides were familiar with the consensus image: the haughty expression, the gaudy gold crown studded with rubies, and especially the transformation of his suit from pristine, heroic white to Disney Villain black.

It wasn't...it wasn't supposed to become even whiter. It wasn't supposed to gleam almost too bright to look at in the sunlight, so that even the ermine barely looked white by comparison. The gold braid wasn't supposed to be replaced with silver, nor the noble red of his sash with a dusky grayish mauve like dried rose petals under a veneer of frost. The crown was not supposed to be made of silvery ice, with only a single huge diamond set under the central point.

His hair was not supposed to be shot through with white strands that turned out, upon closer inspection, to be ornamentation of impossibly delicate ice filigree. His eyes were definitely not supposed to be gray, flecked with blue-green. And he was not supposed to be pale, but he was—paler than Virgil, if such a thing were possible, lacking even a cold-induced blush to his cheeks, yet without looking the least bit unhealthy. It was as if he had been molded out of ivory.

The only hint of warmth in his appearance was that diamond, which flashed all the colors of fire.

He was wrong.

“Hark! You are all guilty of high treason against the Crown!” he said without preamble, and his voice at least, if not the disdainful tone, was familiar. “Except you three,” he added with a curt nod at his fellow Sides. “However! We are in a lenient mood! Abandon your rebellion at once, and swear fealty to us, and you will not be punished...this time. As for you...” He addressed the Sides again, and for just a moment, his cold arrogance retreated, “...in exchange for your fealty, I will make you all lesser Kings in my court. Think of it! This glorious winter kingdom could belong to all of us!”

The Narnians shuffled on their feet, making no reply. The Sides traded glances, Logan frowning uncertainly and Virgil shaking his head with a haunted expression. Finally, Patton spoke.

“Roman...this isn't fun anymore, with you acting like this. This isn't how you said the story was going to go. Can we just...go home? We can talk out whatever's bothering you.”

It was shocking how quickly Roman's eyes hardened. “I will not be mocked,” he said, low and dangerous. “You have one day and night to change your minds...or else prepare for war. And these—” he made an expansive gesture at the creatures he had brought with him, “—are merely the outermost tip of my armies.” He returned to his sedan chair and the Minotaurs hoisted it up. The procession began to descend the hill.

“Down with the White Warlock!” blurted the taller Dryad, Ailim's companion. “Aslan is King!”

Roman's head whipped around to glare at her. Without a single word, he nodded to the nearest of the Hags, and she lunged at the Dryad, shrieking and making a throwing gesture. There was something like a flash of light in reverse—a flash of darkness—and the tall tree-spirit sank to the ground with a sigh.

“Muricata!” Ailim cried as one of the Ogres stepped forward and lifted the fallen nymph in one massive hand.

“Find her tree,” growled the White Warlock. “Cut it down while she watches.”

“No! Please!” Ailim begged. “She is my sister!”

“Take the other one as well. Let them both watch.” A second Ogre seized Ailim and began dragging her along while she screamed in terror and grief.

“Roman!” Patton gasped. “H-how could you?”

“Don't make me punish you as well!” Roman snarled. “Move out!”

The procession withdrew back down the hill, leaving the Narnians devastated and the Sides both bewildered and appalled. “So now what?” Virgil said, pacing erratically and pulling at his hair. “This is really bad, you guys. Super bad. We're not just talking rail-jumping here. Roman's taken a flying leap off...off something, I don't know, but there is something wrong with him. I thought maybe he was just throwing a surprise twist at us, but did you see him? That look in his eyes? This is so bad—”

“Virgil, you are spiraling,” said Logan. “Try one of your breathing exercises.”

“I don't understand,” said Patton. “Why would Roman go this far? Do you think he's mad at us for something?”

“It is possible,” said Logan. “He has undergone a number of upsetting occurrences recently, and his mood has not been the most stable. Then again, with his talk of 'swearing fealty'...perhaps he is simply craving validation.”

“Should we just give it to him then?” said Virgil. I mean if it's the fastest way to get him off the crazy train...”

“Unfortunately, I have to advise against indulging him in this,” said Logan. “While it may work in the short term to, as you say, 'get him off the crazy train'—which does not sound like a practical or enjoyable means of transportation, by the way—the likely long-term effect would be to encourage him to continue these destructive methods of addressing his self-esteem deficits.”

“Patton, you're the 'should' guy around here...what should we do?”

“I'm honestly thinking we should just leave. The best way to send a message that the game is no good, is to quit playing. He can grapple with his feelings as long as he needs to, and we'll be there for him when he's ready to come out and talk.”

“I would tend to agree,” said Logan, “but I doubt there is any way for us to leave the Imagination without Roman noticing, and in his current state he would be certain to take steps to stop us, possibly violently.” He began to pace rapidly, wearing a tamped-down groove in the snow. “However...perhaps one of us could make it back to the door undetected, leave, and come back with...additional resources.”

“What kind of 'additional resources' did you have in mind?” said Virgil.

“It occurs to me,” Logan said, still pacing, “that Roman is rather...comfortable, with the three of us. That may cause him to take our points of view for granted, which ironically makes him less likely to listen to us than to someone with whom he might experience more interpersonal friction.”

There was a beat while Virgil and Patton took that in. “Oh, no!” Virgil said after a moment. “If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then...no. I can't agree with that.”

“Just so we're on the same page,” Patton said carefully, “you want to go get Janus? You think he could help?”

“I think his presence might shock Roman just enough to shake him out of his assumptions about how this story is meant to go,” Logan explained.

“You could be right,” said Patton. “Roman arranged all this because he hasn't felt much like a hero ever since we started including Janus in our discussions. But somehow he wound up going completely the other way, to being the villain. Maybe seeing Janus will remind him of what he's trying to avoid?”

“Okay, cool, so I'm outvoted. Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool. So which one of us should go?”

“I was planning on doing it myself,” said Logan. “It would not be fair to ask you to carry out a plan to which you object, and between myself and Patton, I believe I have a greater chance of making the trek without getting sidetracked or losing my nerve. No offense, Patton.”

“None taken. It's an awfully long way to go by yourself, though. Are you sure you even know the way?”

“I have an excellent head for navigation and I believe I can triangulate the location of the door based on our travels thus far. I would feel more confident if I had some form of transportation, however.”

“I can carry you, sir,” said a deep but young-sounding voice from among the Narnians. It was the largest of those gathered, a Talking Bear not quite full grown but undeniably burly and powerful. “Name of Stoutpaws, sir. I'm not as good as a Horse but I'll do my best.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Stoutpaws. My name is Logan. If we start now, I estimate you can get me to my destination before sundown.”

“You're leaving already?” Patton said, fretting.

“Roman has only given us until tomorrow, Patton. Given the round trip, I need to use every minute I can to make sure I bring Janus back here before the deadline.”

Patton strode up and pulled him into a hug. “You be careful.”

“Likewise,” said Logan.

“I'll guard him with my life, sir,” said Stoutpaws. He crouched on all fours so that Logan could climb onto his back and then loped away down the westward slope of the hill.

“Gosh, things are happening fast,” Patton said, watching them go. “It all started so simply.”

“Come on, Pat,” said Virgil with a lopsided smile that got nowhere near his eyes, “you should know by now that nothing in this mind of Thomas's is ever simple. And on that note...we should probably pull this bunch together and come up with some contingency plans, just in case Logan doesn't get back in time.”

“Yeah,” Patton agreed noncommittally. “And someone oughta buck them up. They just watched two of their own get dragged away by the bad guys to be...” He trailed off.

“Don't think about it too much,” Virgil said. “Just...yeah, don't think about it.” The gathering was breaking up, the Narnians returning dejected to their hillside shelters. Patton and Virgil joined them.

Unseen in the snow-dusted brush nearby, someone was watching...

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