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Long Way For Love

Ben Barnes x Reader

Requested by: @marimorena06

Request: Heyy!What about a friends to lovers with ben Barnes? ❤

Warnings: some swearing (I think), descriptions of intimacy (not smut just major fluff)

Word count: 4.4K

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Love occurs in many ways. It can happen on the brightest days or the stormiest nights. It can happen on purpose or by accident. It can even happen through gain or loss. Love is a powerful and enigmatic feeling. It can either build you or destroy you. But did you know that love can sometimes not happen instantly? Yeah…Love can take its sweet time to even be realized. That’s what this story is about. And it began with a young man and a young woman.

The young man was named Benjamin Thomas Barnes but Ben Barnes in short. Catchy right? (It even made the woman blush just thinking about it) And our young fair maiden who would soon be the object of Ben’s affections was none other than (Name) (Middle name) (Surname). Ben had thought to himself of what a sweet name she had…beautiful, actually. The two first met on the set of ‘The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian’. (Name) was an aspiring actress and had landed the role of Selene, sorceress, and protector of Narnia. The two instantly connected and were a great support to one another.

They immediately became fast friends and were happy to share some interests and acting tips through their experiences. Ben was always happy to share with (Name) their love of literature, the classics, art, music, poetry, and so much more.

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“So you’re telling me you lied about knowing how to horse ride?” (Name) gave him a shocked but inquisitive look after hearing his confession. The man in question became bashful and wanted the couch he was sitting on to swallow him whole. Why did he have to tell the pretty girl he lied about being a pro at horse riding?

“I wouldn’t say I lied…”

“Oh boy…ha ha ha…I’d like to hear this,” (Name) chuckled at her companion. She needed to hear his hilarious excuse as to what made him think he could get away with such a ‘dark’ secret.

“Ok, ok. Shush…Don’t you want to hear the actual truth?” he asked her.

“You’re right. My apologies, your highness. I did not mean to disrespect you in the slightest,” she said to him in her best posh British accent while giving a mock bow. Which was not bad at all. (Name) was not only an aspiring actress but also dabbled in some voice acting. That was one of the things that fascinated Ben. She was so talented.

After her little antic, Ben could not help but playfully roll his eyes at her. “Anyway…As I was saying,” he continued, “I did not exactly lie…exaggerate is more like it…”

“Oh yeah! You sure did exaggerate it! Ha ha! You basically preached it is what I was told when you did the auditions, ha ha ha!” Ben’s face turned red hearing her say this but he couldn’t stop the smile growing on his face. He thought her laugh was cute and funny…wait, did hear a snort?

“Alright, then when was the last time you rode?”

“Umm… Last I rode a horse was when I was little…”

“Little how old?”

“Seven or eight, give or take.”

“Benjamin Barnes! You need proper lessons! My god! You’re lucky you made it this far! What if you got hurt?!” she chided him but out of concern after hearing the rest of his truth. Ben just smiled at how worried she became. (Name) was the nurturing type among the cast members. She deeply cared for every single one of them including him.

“I’m alright now, aren’t I?”

“Luck may be your friend right now but there’s no telling when she’ll turn tail and stab you in the back…Uh, Uh, No. You need thorough practice, Mister.” She began to lecture him sternly. Ben was smart, without a doubt, but he was also stubborn.

“I am practicing.”

“Walks and trots are not enough. There are scenes where we have to ride the horses at a much quicker pace. You have to master the canter and gallops.” She was right. He just felt lost and confused at this point. “But not to worry…there’ll be an instructor and specialist. Including me.”

“You? I didn’t peg you for an equestrian.”

“One thing in life you shouldn’t underestimate is how cartoons can influence a child’s decisions and life choices,” she explained to him animatedly. Ben laughed at her delightful nature as she gave him a cute and innocent answer to how she gained the skill.

“Are you serious? You have to be joking,” he leaned in close while placing his elbows on his lap. Ben sat on the couch alone while (Name) opted to sit crisscross applesauce on the carpeted floor by the coffee table.

“Dead serious, my good sir!” she said haughtily to her dashing co-star as she sipped from her glass of wine. Ben just kept chortling after hearing how his ‘new-found’ friend committed to learning a dangerous and tough skill such as horse riding just from watching a cartoon show.

“And, pray tell what animated television show was it that influenced such a young mind to study a perilous skill that is horse riding? Strangely I have a feeling I know what kind of show it is…” he grinned at her mischievously. Both the actors just loved to rile each other up in fits of laughter and joy. (Name) chuckled under her breath before looking up and dead straight into his eyes.

“It was My Little Pony.”

“My Little Pony! Ha ha yes! Girls in my primary school days loved that show.”

“All girls either dreamed to be an equestrian or a magical horse… for me I think it was both.”

Learning these silly things about his ‘newfound’ friend and co-star felt like an interesting and thrilling adventure. He felt like an explorer having discovered something new and exciting. Ben didn’t take into account how he could connect and share with a person like (Name). He was normally reserved but (Name) allowed him to open himself and be at ease.

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So yeah that’s how it started with the two. (Name) and Ben started off as friends…good friends actually. It was saddening to know that both actors will have to look elsewhere for open roles in upcoming films/tv shows. But that didn’t diminish their hope of losing their friendship nor contact with one another. From there, they made promises to keep in touch and send support anytime, anywhere. Ben was delighted with how things were going for him in the film industry. He had come a long way and studied hard. He began with minor roles and dabbled in music, and finally, his talent and skills were recognized.

As for our lovely (Name)? Things were also looking good for her as well. Her performance (though a minor role she had played) in Narnia astonished viewers…critiques and gave way to more opportunities for the young actress. Busy schedules, signings, interviews, making appearances, promotion of brands, and so on; this was just the beginning for the two rising but underrated stars. Not at all did it dwindle their connection…only made it stronger. All in all, they always made the time to call one another.

At the start, it was a friendship, yes. But it became more personal for the two. Secrets were shared. Families and siblings were introduced. Insecurities were confessed to one another. A lot of meaningful things were made between Ben and (Name). It was obvious to everyone around them including their families that the two were meant to be. The Barnes family adored (Name) for her selfless and kind nature towards their eldest son. And the (Surname) family was grateful to Ben for looking after their daughter in the film industry. The Barnes were also thankful for how she was patient and respectful of their son’s nature.

You know…when (Name) was first introduced to his family, they actually had mistaken her for his girlfriend. Their chemistry was good…really good that it really misguided them into believing that they were dating. But Ben’s mother knew him well. He was deeply infatuated with her. And he didn’t even know it. After a nice hearty meal in the Barnes household, Mrs. Barnes didn’t have to look further through her analytical eyes as she gazed upon her son talking so animatedly with the sweet girl.

From then on, she’d come to the conclusion that this young lady right here sitting before her was meant to be with her son. Another thing to add, the woman wasn’t getting any younger…she wanted some grandbabies.

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Support was given, secrets were shared, jokes were exchanged, and so much more. The friendship grew and strengthened, and it became apparent in the eyes of everyone how Ben and (Name) adored one another. But it became so frustrating how neither one of them took the initiative to confess to one another. Yeah, they liked each other, without a doubt. Okay, that’s a bit of an understatement so let me clarify it, Ben and (Name) genuinely loved each other (secretly and unknowingly).

However, despite the close relationship they held, they still both led different lives and hence went on different paths. (Name) would be occupied in some part of the US for a TV series and Ben would be in another part of the US in a studio working on his movie. All in all, they were busy with their schedules, interviews, and promotions.

In addition, Ben was a dashing and charming fellow so it was no surprise he was not single most of the time. He would date different girls here and there. Some he met through mutual friends and some he worked with. The relationships didn’t last long but (Name) felt she could not compare to these beautiful and striking women that caught her best friend’s eye.

Now she didn’t think less of herself. No, not one bit. She loved herself and all that she was. Her attitude was basically ‘Fuck you! My body, my choice, and besides I doubt you can handle all this!’ Oh yeah, total badass. But the point was she felt she could never fit herself in Ben’s heart. Of course, there would be some insecurities like; Was she not enough? Will she ever be enough? Does he ever see her as beautiful? Do you think he would feel the same way as she did about him?

I guess she would never know. So she lets fear cloud her thoughts and convinces her to bury those feelings deep inside and lock them away. It was better this way, she would tell herself, better to hide than leave with a broken heart and a destroyed friendship.

As for Ben’s case, he was also cooped up with his own schedule and the interviews but he always had something occupying his mind or rather someone. That, someone, was, of course, (Name). Why? Well, he wondered if she was doing okay... if she got the role she was auditioning for... if she got the package he sent her... or if was it too much. He did recall how much she enjoys candy from the UK, so he thought why not send her a box of candy.

His head wasn’t just occupied with her but his heart too. Ben couldn’t ignore how fast his heart was beating at the thought of (Name). Even with all women he has dated in his life, he always compared them to her. She was everything they weren’t. She was everything that he looked for in a woman. She was just everything and he loved it.

Yes, Ben Barnes was deeply infatuated with (Name) (Surname). And that infatuation would remain a secret for… who knows how long. Ben didn’t want to risk the chance of getting rejected and losing their friendship altogether. He couldn’t imagine losing her. He would not dare be reckless with his feelings either. But deep down… Ben wishes (Name) would one day return his feelings, so, in the meantime, he’ll just keep it all inside whilst he cherished his time with (Name) as being her best friend.

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One of the many things both the actors shared their love and joy in, was celebrating the holidays. Sure at first, these special occasions would be celebrated with close loved ones such as their families and long-time childhood friends. But it had gotten to a point in their lives that their friendship became…how to describe it…wholesome? Amazing? Fun? No, it was UNIQUE.

Ben and (Name) may have had their own circles of friends and companions but when it came to just the two of them…Things were just different really. But in a good way. And with how their friendship felt ‘unique’, many of their cherished moments included sharing some of the holidays.

It was late December but only one day before Christmas Eve. The sky was dim and cloudy as a shower of snowflakes descended upon the white blankets that covered mother earth. Our beloved (Name) (Surname) was currently settled in Ben’s humble abode and getting comfortable in the kitchen. Earlier, the young lad had received word that his old friend, (Name), was in his area and without a moment to lose nor a chance to forgo, called the actress to come over and celebrate the holiday with him.

Well, actually in truth, it may have slipped out as they were catching up over the phone. It started off as a light conversation. (Name) had come to England very early December to visit her cousin and attend an engagement party. During their chat, Ben had thought to himself of how it would be wonderful if she spent the winter holiday with him for the first time. What he hadn’t realized then was that he had voiced out his own thought. Of course, (Name) heard him. She said yes after all. What neither could tell as they spoke on the phone was how Ben was so flushed and red in the face, and how (Name) could not stop smiling to the point her cheeks hurt.

The two were filled with giddiness and glee at the prospect of spending this merry occasion with one another.

(Name) had taken up the duty of baking and was now occupied with rolling the cinnamon-sprinkled dough while mischievous and quite secretive Ben was trying to be sneaky in licking the sugary frosting. He was excited to finally eat some of his friend’s food once again. It was always a treat for him when (Name) pulled out her cooking skills and introduced her ethnic foods to him. It was actually both a treat and a learning experience for him.

A fond memory to look back on was the first time they cooked together 9It was the first time (Name) had been to his home. She was so flustered that day but happy nonetheless that Ben was opening himself to her. It made their friendship so genuine). (Name) had quite the adorable shocked look on her face when she realized her British BFF did not always season his food properly. Well, he did. Just only salt and pepper. And if he felt like going crazy then a dash of paprika.

“Seriously? That’s a dash? More like dandruff,” she had teased him but he would pipe back saying, “I can’t help it! Don’t judge me!”

“You’re lucky you have me at your side, you uncultured Brit. That palate of yours needs some awakening. You, my handsome fellow need to have a taste of flavor!”

“You think I’m handsome?” he smirked at her which made her blush profusely.

“Ah-ah don’t change the subject! I’m here to teach you and you will thank me in the future.” Nice save, (Name), way to draw his attention away from that compliment you blurted out.

Then again, now that she looked at him closely. Ben was really handsome. He had such an adorable, infectious smile, dark alluring eyes, smooth luscious hair (which she envied so much, I mean have you seen his hair?!), and those lips…so pink, so soft, and kissable- ‘What the hell is wrong with me?! I can’t have these kinds of thoughts about my best friend! Not even, Ben!’

(Name) never saw Ben for his looks but for his personality. She found him to be kind, brilliant, humble, compassionate, caring, genuine, and… gosh, she could go on and on about the great things she sees in him. In the end, (Name) could not deny the truth…and the truth was that she was falling harder for the young actor, day by day.

“You feeling alright, love?” Ben interrupted her train of thought. Seems like she was spaced out there as her mind walked through memory lane. Now back to the present, (Name) looked back to the man that held her heart without his knowledge, and… Wait a second! Is that white frosting at the corner of his lip?! All of a sudden, (Name) boldly swiped her thumb at the corner of his lips picking the bit of frosting and bringing it into his line of sight to playfully reprimand him for his actions.

This caught Ben off guard and brought sweet chills down his back when (Name) touched him briefly. But then his eyes saw how she grumpily looked at him like he was a wanted criminal. God, did she look so adorable. He almost laughed at how she pouted so cutely like an angry chipmunk.

“Ha ha, you caught me,” he told her with hands slightly raised in surrender.

“Mhm, seriously, Barnes. What am I going to do with you?” she questioned him.

“Love me unconditionally? Cuz I think we’re low on frosting…” he trailed off nervously with a mischievous grin on his face that showed no regret in his actions. (Name)’s eyes widened slightly and looked to the bowl that held the concoction of her grandmother’s frosting.

“Ooh you dang little Brit…” she then dabbed her frosting coating thumb on his nose which made him chuckle at her reaction. “Oh well, I wouldn’t say little…” Ben replied naughtily going off perversely which made the woman blush at the thought of it which made the man chortle at her embarrassed reaction.

“Oh-Oh-you… You know what, out! Out! I need to finish this before your parents come over!”

“Are you seriously kicking me out of my kitchen?!” he laughed.

“Yes, yes I am! Because somebody keeps eating the ingredients!”

Ben just kept laughing as he let her push him out through the kitchen door but then paused as he looked up. “Oh look, mistletoe,” he pointed out. This caused (Name) to halt her movements and look up as well. And indeed, there was a mistletoe hanging at the entrance of the kitchen door. Huh, how did she miss that? Suddenly there was a stillness in the air as they both had come to the realization of what being under the mistletoe meant.

Ben’s thoughts of kissing (Name) right there and now but the risk of ruining the friendship and making things awkward between the two caused him to reel in the chance of doing so. He deeply cared for her and he would never dare try to drive her away nor scare her because he held feelings for her. He turned his body towards her and saw her staring at the mistletoe in deep thought and wonder.

She looked back at him and immediately their eyes connected. And suddenly, the world around them began to disappear and it was just them and them alone. It felt like being in a foggy dream. Ben and (Name) stood before each other staring at each other for long until Ben spoke, “Shou-should we… you know...” he barely formed his sentence but (Name) was quick to understand what he meant.

Hold on! Did Ben perhaps gesture that they commit the mistletoe tradition?! Was he serious?! So many thoughts ran through the woman’s mind. “I-I mean… It is tradition… I-If that’s what you want…” she herself found it hard to speak as well. Here she was, in front of the man that held her heart and the way he was looking at her... His face and expression held such a soft, sweet, loving, captivated look.

They coincidently held a reoccurring thought… ‘If I do this… there’s no turning back.’ Their faces then leaned in closer till they could feel each other’s warm breaths and signature perfumes. Ben smelt sweet yet woody whilst (Name) smelt fruity and fresh. Not too long did their lips collide and a passionate feeling burst between the two.

As their lips touched, they went back to recall all of their relationships and past experiences of kissing other people… none of them could compare to what they were doing. Ben felt so happy right then and there that he pushed himself to kiss the girl he’s always dreamed about and (Name) felt other bliss being in Ben’s arms as his lips caressed hers. He was tender yet passionate. The two had to pull away to regain oxygen and finally face the reality of the situation they put themselves in. As they pulled away from one another, Ben still kept his arms around (Name) while she had hers around his neck.

It had dawned on them that their kiss was so… real and intimate that their bodies were brought closer till they were intertwined. Ben began to smile and chuckled which confused (Name) and at the same time scared her into thinking Ben was playing for her fool but what he said next changed everything.

“I- I’m not going to lie and say that wasn’t the best I’ve had since ever…I-I don’t regret what I’ve done, (Name), I don’t,” he confessed to her seriously. She began to pipe in but Ben placed his finger on her lips to give him a moment to finish what he started. “Let me explain, please…” She nodded back and let him continue.

“I don’t regret kissing you, (Name). Not one bit. In fact, I’ve been dreaming since the moment I met you to kiss you… but not what we did back when we filmed Narnia… but out here… in real life… I’ve always held feelings for you, for so long. Too long, actually. I love the way smile, the way you laugh and cry at cat videos…”

That last bit made (Name) giggle for it was true. She both loved and nurtured felines. Ben smiled at her reaction and it gave him the boost of confidence to further his confession.

“…I love how spontaneous you are, how smart… and talented you are, it’s amazing what you’re really capable of, and I really admire that about you… I am in love with you, (Name) (Surname).” He finally said the last part he craved to tell her for years throughout their friendship yet it came out shakily as he feared her reaction to his confession.

But wait…was she…smiling at him and…were those tears?! Oh no! Did Ben screw up their friendship?!

“Ha ha… oh Ben… and here I thought I was the only fool in love with their best friend…” she cried happily to him. Ben let out a huge breath of relief. He smiled through his own tears back at her as he cupped her face to wipe off her tears that trailed down her cheeks. She was too beautiful to cry even though they were happy tears.

“I love you, Ben Barnes. Always have, haha. My god, it’s really happening! I love the way your eyes light up when you- when you’re happy, I love the way you laugh, I love you’re enviously but beautiful hair… God! For a man that uses one product for every part of his body, he still looks good!”

Ben began to laugh uncontrollably at her comment about his hair. (Name) would sometimes mention how it was unfair that men would only have to rely on one product to apply on all parts of the body and yet come out smoother than a baby’s bottom.

“…what it’s true! Anyway, where was I… ah yes, the hair. Love your hair, I also love your passion for music, in fact, I love how you sing Ben…”

Now, this caught him off guard. Ben had been open to her about his dream to one day release his own music but he didn’t think (Name) believed in him.

“You are so talented, so smart, so authentic, so… you’re amazing Ben. I wish you would see yourself the way I see you… And that’s why I love you,” she gave her confession.

Ben was left awestruck by her words and just like always she always left him speechless. “It took us a long time to tell this to each other…” he said to her breathlessly.

“Years of agony of loving in the dark and the fear of rejection… it’s over… I can finally show you my affections in the open, right?” she asked him.

Ben tucked in a stray strand of her luscious locks that smelled of lavender before looking deep into her eyes, “No more hiding. It’s all out in the open.”

“So what’s next?” She was now confused and felt no need to leave the warmth of his embrace, “What does this mean for us?” (Name) wanted to understand further about the change of their relationship and all the changes that would come with it.

“It means… that we become what we’ve always wanted… more than friends…”

“I like that but… what if things ever go south…”

“Not possible,” he said it in an earnest tone.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because you’re all I’ve been looking for all along.” This made her smile and she leaned into his arms as they hugged like two long-lost lovers who finally found each other once again.

“Ha ha ha, Hah! I love you, Sirius Black,” she said to him playfully.

“You are never going to cease to let me live that down, are you?” he rolled his eyes at her.

“Nope!”

It wasn’t that long ago when Ben learned that Harry Potter fans imagined him or declared him to be the young Sirius Black of the Marauders fandom. Not only that, he was one time asked to take pictures with a Gryffindor tie.

“You can also be quite cheeky, huh. But that’s what I love about you… Sundance…” he said the last part with a smirk that caught her off guard.

“How did you-?!”

“How could I forget that My Little Pony manipulated you into becoming an equestrian… and you only get Sundance merch, ha ha ha.”

“Ahh!”

“What?! It’s adorable!”

Yup, those two were meant to be.

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Author's note:

Hi @marimorena06 I really want to say I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for your request to be fulfilled. I'm aware you gave your request last year (2021) on November. I thought I was confident in taking requests but was overwhelmed with the list of replies (I'm not mad). I'm disappointed in myself in being slow but I'm happy to finally be done with all the requests that were sent to me. Though I think you deserve all of my sincerest apologies for having to wait the longest. So I decided to put all of my mind and heart into this fic and spice it up with so much love, details, short stories, and some humor.

It took me long and hard but I managed. I've come to the realization I don't do well with deadlines so I'm taking a break from accepting requests until I'm a pro at this. All those fandom writers who deal and accept with a lot of tumblr fic requests have my deepest respect. I only had a few and I barely managed. I didn't want to disappoint, I had writer's block many times, I was busy at home, looking for jobs (it is so hard to find), I was so sick (I'm not saying I had the hardest time), and my laptop sucks (like really sucks... I've had it for nearly 10 years).

So my apologies to you and to everyone else that was anticipating this fic. I hope it meets your expectations and that it brings you joy. And again thank you for your request it was so sweet of you to ask me, a newbie, to bring your idea to life. You can request again once I'm available. Right now I'll be going through some changes and introducing new content. Thank you once again, I hope you had a good holiday and happy new year to you and everyone else. And thank you for the support.

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midnightsun-if · 6 months

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Hi! Can you please tell us more about Scarlett’s siblings, and maybe Lexa and Zephyr too? What are their relationships with Scarlett like?

Hello ❤️, I’d be more than happy to talk about them!

Anastasia Voltaire: The eldest among the Voltaire Children, the next in line to be the High Queen of the Vampiric Race. Where Scarlett is winter encapsulated, Anastasia is spring. A gentle warmth, a soft presence, that can quickly shift to a raging storm if prompted. She cares a great deal for a younger sister, even if she isn’t fully aware of what happened with her, few actually do, but she’s stayed resolutely by her side when she’s able to do so.

Caspian Voltaire: The youngest among the Voltaire Children, someone that feels distant from his half-siblings. Being the only child from the current queen, it leaves him feeling bereft of the connection that Scarlett and Anastasia seem to share— even though he doesn’t make any form of effort to fix that (after they already stopped trying decades before do to his attitude). Caspian is an asshole the majority of the time, haughty in a sense, probably suffering from an inferiority complex, but both Scarlett and Anastasia remember when he was just a sweet boy that wanted nothing more than a hug. He’s not that close with Scarlett at all.

Lexa Prince: She’s the younger one of the two twins by a minute. Her and her brother were the only two eggs that survived the hatching— an old practice that some Dragon Shifters have; the belief that stronger shifters are actually derived from hatching out of an egg, in dragon form, rather than through the human one— but you wouldn’t be able to tell. She’s a bit more of a closed book than her brother, keeping her cards close to her chest, but she cares a great deal for Scarlett.

Zephyr Prince: The more flamboyant one between the two. Much more laidback than his sister, slightly reminiscent of Blake in a sense, but the moment you threaten either Lexa or Scarlett he’ll beat the shit out of you. While he may not take his duty all that seriously, Zephyr would never let Lexa carry it alone— he may be a jackass at times, but he’d never be a burden to his sister. Not after all the shit she’s pulled him out of and helped him through.

Both Lexa and Zephyr met Scarlett over a century ago. Zephyr meeting her first and almost getting eaten by Balerion because of it— he thought it’d be a smart idea to just walk up to them without any sort of preamble. Fortunately, Scarlett stopped Balerion from making Zephyr a snack, which somehow endeared the shifter to her even more. He sort of became a leech in the way that’d he stick by her side and protect her when the time came for it. When Lexa came into the mix? It just made Scarlett not want to bash Zephyr over the head as much, due to the fact that Lexa took over most of that for her. Despite that, they’ve been close ever since. Wherever Scarlett goes, you’d be remiss to think the twins don’t follow.

I don’t have set appearances for them yet, still working on them, but I do have a few things! I’ll make more detailed descriptions at a later date, promise.

Anastasia: Sea green eyes, raven black hair that falls to the middle of her back, fair skin, with a lean body type.

Caspian: Platinum blonde hair styled neatly, ice blue eyes, and fair skin, with a lithe physique.

Lexa: Gold eyes, silvery-gold hair, lightly tanned skin, with a chiseled physique.

Zephyr: Crimson eyes, slightly curly black hair, lightly tanned skin, with a athletic physique.

#midnight sun #asks #sc: anastasia voltaire #sc: caspian voltaire #sc: lexa prince #sc: zephyr prince

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corvidamned · 4 months

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🌿🍒 / HEHE c:

She'd been mingling with royals and ladies of the court, and even had opportunity to converse with some of the warriors invited to celebrate the season and get some feedback on this prosperous year. But out of all the company, Kira felt most at home beside her prince. She gently tugged him aside, convincing him to take a break from all the festivities, and come join her by the window to view the night sky, the colorful lights, and the falling snow. Up above, vine coils around the gold archway, and branches down to form white mistletoe just above the two of them. It's not her magic. Kira bows her head a little bashful, and looks to Caspian to gauge if he was eager. With a nod, Kira laces her fingers within his hair and leans up to kiss him sweetly, and ten passionately. Nipping his bottom lip harmlessly on her way down, she blushes, wondering if he wanted more of just this.

#rp #luposcainus

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heres-someart · 2 years

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I got my friend, @bitter-hibiscus , to listen to TMA. Here are some of his reactions from being 40 episodes in:

“OOOOH WHOS ELIAS? I SAW SOME TIKTOKS ABOUT HIM BEING A LITTLE BITCH”

“CASPIAN YOU PIECE OF SHIT /LH YOU DIDNT TELL ME JON AND MARTIN BECOME A COUPLE??? THEYRE *GAY???*” - I had told him they were gay

“i love johnatan”

“god this is horrifying”

“i keep forgetting im listening to shit and just reading the transcript and then i realize the dude is talking and i realize im 3 paragraphs ahead”

“I THOUGHT HE WAS A SCRAWNY 15 YEAR OLD WITH A SQUEAKY VOICE AND ANXIOUS NATURE” - talking about Martin

“HIS NAME IS *JON???* wait of course its jon his name is jonathan wtf am i thinking” - after me saying that his name is “Jon” not “John” , also he is reading the transcripts

“cuz i do not want to deal with any more paranoia inducing shit but i will if for the sake of lore”

“i wanna bash tim's head against a wall”

“ooooh dad and dad are fightingggggg” - talking about Jon and Martin

“daddy jonathan”

“GERTRUDE'S BODY WAS IN THE TUNNEL VENTS??? HOLY FUCK THATS SO GROSS I LOVE IT”

#the magnus archives #tma #quotes #he said he wanted to get tumblr famous and be a running joke #people make her dream come true #cas.talks

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hiqhkinq · 1 year

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peter ready to bash caspian with a rock after he lost his sword, peter punching miraz in his wounded thigh/knee, peter stabbing miraz in the armpit as soon as he got the chance .......

#songs and stories made him a very noble fighter. and he was! but he wasn't too fazed about fighting dirty either

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thecreativecrew13 · 1 year

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Introduction Post!

Overview

Hello! I’m Caspian, host of the Creative Crew. We’re a system with 31+ headmates, and we’re a polyconscious traumagenic system with some other origin headmates, but the system was created from trauma. Don’t ask us about it. We use headmates as a term, please don’t call us alters.

We support endogenic systems. Fakeclaiming and gatekeeping is not allowed on this blog, but we are very willing to explain why we have our stance, so long as you are willing to listen.

Goal of this Blog

This is mostly going to be a “this is our life & interests” kind of deal. Like personal goals, benchmarks, positivity, personal interests, and fun happenings in our life. We aren’t here to focus on syscourse. We’re willing to provide information and back up our stance, but there’ll be no hate or bashing to either side of the argument. Most plural content will be tips we found helpful, positive reminders, our own positive personal experiences and funny content related to plurality.

We’re okay with questions, just please be respectful, and please don’t ask about our sources in detail.

All our DNIs exist for our comfort - it’s nothing personal. There are other spaces for you. This isn’t the one. DNI: anti-endogenic systems, anti-traumagenic systems, fakeclaimers, gatekeepers, and those who discriminate against minorities.

Everyone else is allowed on our blog, so long as they’re respectful (including singlets). Thank you for reading!

(This post will be edited as time goes on to accurately reflect our state of being).

#introduction #endogenic #life blogging #positivity #system

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celestiamour · 3 days

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ before entering the wardrobe ]❜

╰₊✧ this blog contains fluff, angst, nsfw/suggestive & ocassionally dark content (possibly including yandere, dubcon/noncon), please tread lightly. just because i write for dark content doesn’t mean i condone any of the actions in real life!!

╰₊✧ this is a side blog!! i cannot follow back or send asks using this blog, all interactions will come from my main blog, @celestiaras.

do not interact if you are: racist, sexist, ableist, homophobic/transphobic, send hate/threats, bash dark content creators, slut shame┊if you don't like me or my content, kindly block me and move on. do not trauma dump in my dms/inbox or use slurs of any kind even if you can reclaim them!!

i don’t mind minors interacting with my works regardless of the content, I’m not your mom and it’s normal for teenagers (minors but not children) to consume such content. all of my works are properly labeled, be aware of what you’re opening (and please, dear god, don’t tell me that you’re fourteen or something and reading smut) . however, please refrain from interacting with me directly!

╰₊✧ i always write unprotected BUT PLEASE WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT DONT BE LIKE THE READER IN THESE FICS STAY SAFE. english isn't my first language and my works are rarely, if ever, proofread so expect mistakes. my titles are cringe, i don't have better ideas. and finally, don’t take anything too seriously like ooc characters/character dynamics, i write for fun and it isn’t worth analyzing

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ sending a request? ]❜

╰₊✧ as mentioned before, i take requests for fluff, angst, smut, & dark content including yandere & dubcon/noncon in the format of headcanons, drabbles, or one-shots.

╰₊✧ i'm allowed to decline a request for a variety of reasons & they may come out slow as this blog isn't my main priority, but I'll try my best!

i write for peter pevensie, susan pevensie, edmund pevensie, prince caspian, jadis (the white witch), and mr tumnus!!

╰₊✧ be specific for requests!! please have a prompt in mind and not just not just “bottom edmund?” or “susan x reader” or “yandere jadis” unless you specify that you wish to give me full rein over what the fic is about.

╰₊✧ do not send me the same request you sent someone else and vice versa , it puts both of us in an awkward position. you can check if your requests are accepted my looking at “requests” on my pinned. also, don’t send me the same request multiple times or ask me when i’m posting as it makes me less inclined to do it.

╰₊✧ i only write for fem and occasionally gn readers, sorry to my male readers. appearances are as vague as i can possibly make it, but requesting tall/short readers or plus-sized readers or readers with larger/smaller chests are okay as long as it isn’t the total focus (ex, short reader headcanons)! please don't request for readers who are trans, specific races, disabled, or with developmental/neurological disorders

╰₊✧ no, don't request for!!┊amab/male reader, character x character, hard incest, watersports/scat/vomit, diapers, underage (characters are always at least 18), pregnant sex (breeding/talks of starting a family is fine), reader/character being cheated on, rimming/ass eating, bestiality/zoophilia, oviposition/eggpreg, necrophilia, woundfucking

feel free to ask for something not listed and i'll let you know if it's something i am willing to write!!

#🥀. celestiamour

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gwilin-stay-winnin · 1 year

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Gwilin of the Day: "Mercurial" Gwilin

Today's Gwilin of the day is brought to you by: MelancholyAndBlithe on ao3!

Company During the Storm

Published: Apr 3, 2018

Rated: Explicit

Length: ~6500 words

Featuring: Male OC

Set in: Ivarstead

REVIEW

Uniquely among all the "gwilin" stories I've reviewed, this one left me feeling confused, intrigued, and conflicted.

This story opens to extensive descriptions of the stormy weather Ivarstead is experiencing. Gwilin makes his appearance working alongside Temba, stumbling in mud and struggling to go on with his work (and his life) due to the copious amounts of water raining down on them. To me, everything seemed to be setting up for a surprisingly gloomy story, which I sort of welcomed as an interesting direction for a smutfic to go in. The Russian novel vibes followed Temba and Gwilin as they sought shelter in the inn: we see lots of introspection from Gwilin. The vaguely melancholic thoughts floating around in his little coconut were mainly focused on the author's OC, Caspian; on wondering whether his long-past lover was out there somewhere, battling the crummy weather, as he was. All in all, a decent setup for the rest of the story's dominoes to tumble. The problem was, the dominoes tumbled not so much in succession as they did in sporadic bursts.

A big part of getting people invested in a story is being able to keep a continuous thread that the reader's mind can walk like a tightrope. The order information is presented in, and the severity of the information presented, dictates pacing. Once the mind connects images and ideas, these linger for a moment in the reader's attention, and either time must be allowed for these to be digested, or the next image or idea has to be quickly brought in and seamlessly connected to the previous.

Unfortunately, that happened rarely in this story. I had a lot of trouble reconciling and appreciating events as they transpired because of the rapid changes in direction the narration often took. It was either that, or things that could be understood from context were expressly stated, leaving the text feeling overbearing. So some moments felt very "non sequitur" and others just felt too "sequitur", if that makes sense. The sex scenes really suffered as a result of this, leaning more into the mechanical than the organic. More proofreading or editing would definitely have helped this story blossom.

I only mention this here and not in the Pleasure of Reading section because I struggled to see the Gwilin being presented through this sequential "noise". That made me sad because, all things considered, this Gwilin had some great potential. I really wanted to see him shine, but very little of his light came through.

The times it did, though, were a joy to read. Gwilin comes off as being so bashful in the beginning, with his trademark blushing and unwavering high spirits. At one point, he hopes, in his mind, that Temba will find happiness with a potential suitor, and that made me feel so much for his sweet little heart. Oddly enough, this specific Gwilin reminded me of Fluttershy, which is, uh. Certainly a connection my brain made. But, for a moment, that felt natural. And not at all unbecoming.

Once Caspian comes into the picture, there is a ton of apprehension on this Gwilin's shoulders. He swears that Caspian wouldn't have even remembered who he is, but he's proven wrong when the stately Redguard puts the moves on him. After that? My man catches fire. He gets into it. As the story goes on, he sort of oscillates between being at a more muted level of engagement with the sex, and catching a second, third, fourth, and even fifth wind.

He gets, like, almost enraged at some points when Caspian pulls the rug out from under him (edging him and whatnot), like his love language is vindictiveness or something. He gets so intense about it, it's like he's out for blood for feeling mildly slighted. The next second, he's cuddling and purring and planting kisses all over Caspian. Then he fucks like a champion. Then he's back to daydreaming about when he and Caspian will get to see each other again. Rinse and repeat, whiplash and sleet. And you know what? It's kind of fun to traipse along with.

This might be the most mercurial Gwilin yet. For that alone, I'm a fan of him. This Gwilin might be more at home on the SCP wiki than a Gwilin fanblog, but here we are.

The ingredients for a great Gwilin are all here. Truly. But I feel as though something got lost in “translation”.

Moment that my mind chose to fixate on: When the author described Gwilin swearing under his breath. It's just so him. I imagined him going "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" under his breath and that made my brain turn to mush 🥴

I. Compellingness

The only thing holding this Gwilin's compellingness back was that his character lacked cohesion. He felt more like a collection of loose, shifting images and traits more than one solid, integral Gwilin. That being said, his thoughts hit me like a brick most every time. And I found myself thinking, "You know what? Hit me again." 7/10

II. Swagger

This Gwilin is equal parts swag and swagless. I mean, just look at this line: “He felt himself bite his lip and while he'd hoped it looked even remotely sexy, he wasn't expecting a miracle.” I fucking adored this. Probably one of my favorite bits of characterization that I've seen for a Gwilin yet. It's the swagless whimsy for me. Ironically more swag than swag itself. 6/10

III. Talent

This Gwilin is a fuck machine. Seriously. And he has supersonic hearing, apparently. No other talents of note. 7/10

IV. Backstory

None presented, but this is a smutfic. Some wiggle room for this tally. 5/10

V. Pleasure of Reading

The whole reason I call this metric "Pleasure of Reading" and not "Quality of Writing" or something is because I don't think a story necessarily needs to be good in an objective, literary sense for it to be enjoyable, recommendable, or just plain fun.

This story was a real rollercoaster, honestly. Somewhere near the end, my attention lagged a bit, but, for the most part, I was eating it up and having fun taking it for what it is. I looked at it from the lens of camp, and, gosh, did it deliver from that perspective.

I loved this line, it really stuck with me for some reason: "He said softly, as if he was worried he'd wake him up even more." and I also loved short-clause descriptors like “Tease. Merciless tease.” that were sprinkled throughout. Really cool.

In general, the most polished moments of this story are where the text is kept brief and to the point. Everything outside of that may have been a little superfluous, but most of it threw me for a loop in a good way. 7/10

VI. Horniness

The characters' thoughts and actions were presented in too strange of an order for chemistry to really build between them and for a proper flow to be established. In this case, the sensuous and the desirous got muddled in a sea of sexual saturation. 3/10

Final Tally

autistic ass

gives this Gwilin a 6/10!

#gotd #6/10 #noperfs #gwilin #note: i edited one of the ratings here and bumped the final tally up to a 6 instead of a 5

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spearsstern94 · 2 years

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Caviar-- Eco-pleasurable Choices And The very best methods to Serve

Salted roe of sturgeon and other kinds of fish are typically named caviar. It is a certain employed as a unfold or garnish and with starters. Caviar is a deviate of the Persian term Khag-avar which signifies "the roe generator" describing roe of the sturgeon. There is excellent news for ecologically knowledgeable American citizens who moreover just take put to be connoisseurs of caviar. Now new ranges of caviars are created out there which are created from paddlefish and sturgeon farmed in the United States. They style superb and at the precise actual identical time are environmentally sustainable. The development of American caviar also specials with the problems of purchasers and cooking professionals about the decrease of sturgeon in the Caspian Sea. Caspian Sea Sturgeon is the significant supply for the caviar requires of the earth. Sturgeons produce the renowned beluga. Owing to prohibited trade, air pollution, about fishing and ambiance decline, there is an excessive down spiral in the populace of sturgeon in the Caspian Sea. SeaWeb, Pew Institute for Ocean Science and All-natural Resources Defense Council of College or university of Miami is advising the American buyers to help American caviars as a significantly excellent substitute and to safeguard the threatened types of the Caspian Sea. The caviars from Missouri and California are plainly supported by buyers, well-known cooks and media corporations. Boat Monitoring Market and Rick Moonen who are major cooks of New York's Cafe RM and San Francisco's Traci des Jardins of Jardiniere got rid of Caspian Sea caviars from their menu and modified them with American caviars in an tricky operate to aid the ecological teams protecting the Caspian Sea sturgeons. It is dependent on the quantity of web-site readers heading to the bash and how the caviar is likely to be served. With caviar on best rated of an appetiser and to strengthen the taste of caviar largely, use fifty percent a teaspoon. Caviar actually should not be opened up until eventually finally it is required. Leftovers have to have to be quickly lined and stored in the fridge to be employed in just a vary of days. When you freeze the caviar the roe membrane of the caviar gets toughened and the model is modified. Caviar should to be cooled at 28 to 32 levels by inserting the tin in the meat shelf or bordering the bowl together with caviar with ice. The advancement of American caviar in the same way resolves the fears of consumers and cooking authorities about the lower of sturgeon in the Caspian Sea. With caviar on top rated of an appetiser and to boost the taste of caviar mostly, use 50 % a teaspoon. When you freeze the caviar the roe membrane of the caviar receives toughened and the taste is reworked. Caviar require to be cooled at 28 to 32 levels by putting the tin in the meat rack or encompassing the bowl designed up of caviar with ice.

#Boat Monitoring Market

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path-of-fire · 5 years

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How would the Bakery duo react to an MC who's like a casual nudist or likes to walk around the house without pants on when it's just their lovers and pets at home?

Caspian would just smirk while enjoying the view. Cedric would be a little bashful, at first, but once he's used to it he would he doing the same as Caspian.

Both just sitting back and enjoying the view. Until they want to take a more hands on approach.

#bashful cedric is adorable #but of course caspian wouldnt be fazed #they love the mc in all their forms #naked and all

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midnight-lightning · 3 years

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Loki

- The promise you couldn’t keep (You witness his death, and loss of a future together)

- A Flicker Of Green (Valentines day, Jealousy, Secret feelings)

- The Story with the horse (You just keep learning new things about Loki if you want to or not)

- Beautiful Danger (Falling for the enemy)

- Being Loki’s reading buddy (Reading together)

- Just the way you are (Soft love, Reassuring)

- Teaming up with the god of mischief (imagine)

- Come to help (Imagine)

- Waking up (Past Endgame, imagine)

- Being together with Loki would include… (Would include)

Series:

- Piece of gold (simple civilian falls for prince)

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7 - follow your heart

Bucky Barnes

- Of fanboys and Soldiers (Failed misson, badly hurt Bucky)

- Don’t shut me out (Sleep doesn’t come as easy as it used to)

- Missed Calls (After Infinity war you deal with Bucky’s Death)

- Lost (Imagine)

- He’s the enemy (Imagine)

- More than that (Imagine)

Sebastian Stan

-Lost and found (You visit your boyfriend during a meet & greet)

-My eyes on you (You fall for your colleague Sebastian)

-All bashful (Imagine)

-Sebastian flirting with you (Imagine)

Avengers Team

-Nothing left to lose (After Infinity war you have no idea what to do next)

Dazai

- A Peaceful Morning (You enjoy a soft morning together)

- You promised me coffee (You rescue his ass)

- Dating Dazai (Dark Era)

- Seeing him again (Oikawa)

- Dating Him (Kuroo)

- Having a crush on him (Sugawara)

Fred Weasley

-Who wins the pick up line fights? (Annoying others with your cheesy pickup line war)

-Spending Christmas with the Weasleys (Imagine)

-Growing up with Fred and George (Would Include)

George Weasley

-Next to you (You nearly lose George due to certain death eaters)

-Spending Christmas with the Weasleys (Imagine)

-Growing up with Fred and George (Would include)

Draco Malfoy

- You’re not alone (You interfere between Harry’s & Draco’s fight)

- Draco Malfoy flirting with you during classes (Imagine)

- Still there (Imagine)

- Standing up to Draco Malfoy (Imagine)

Elijah Mikaelson

-She’s mine (Klaus is just a little too flirty with you)

-A cup of peace (Imagine)

-Seeing Elijah again (Imagine)

-Happy ending (Imagine)

Kol Mikaelson

-Whiskey and drinks (Some dude just won’t stop flirting with you)

-Mikaelson ball (You meet Kol at the Mikaelson Ball)

-Before i go (Imagine)

-Losing you (Imagine)

Klaus Mikaelson

-Playing fights (You keep up the teasing fight)

Mikaelson Family

-A glance-a dance (You fall for a certain Mikaelson)

Damon Salvatore

-Of kidnappers, boyfriends and a bit of fire (and some badass fighting)

Jeremy Gilbert

- You’re dating Jeremy as Damon’s little sister (Damon wants to make some things clear)

- Hunter (Helping Jeremy and giving him some important life lessons)

Enzo St. John

- She’s my Girl (Being a Mikaleson and dating Enzo is never easy)

- Tell her already (Imagine)

Kai Parker

-Landing in the prison world 1903 (Imagine)

Freya Mikaelson

- Damn it, Caroline (Freya x You X Bonnie)

Prince Caspian

-Forgotten (You wake up with no memories, but he seems to know you)

Jasper Hale

- One moment to dance (a sweet dance with Jasper at Bella’s Wedding)

Quileute Tribe

-Pizza and family /transboy x quileute/ (Coming out as trans to the pack)

Kili

- Jealous (Kili shows some Jealousy)

- A certain dwarf can’t get you out of his mind (Imagine)

- You’re back! (Imagine)

-Saving the world

-if you could bring 1 (!) Character back

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mystic-writings · 3 years

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surfaced feelings | edmund pevensie

PAIRING — edmund pevensie x fem!reader

REQUEST — original ask here

SUMMARY — you joined the pevensies on their second journey in narnia, where your rivalry with edmund grows into something more after a near death experience during the telmarine ambush

PROMPTS — angst/fluff prompt 35, "you make me feel safe." & angst/fluff prompt 40, "i wasn't lying when i said that i loved you."

WARNINGS — depictions of panic, poorly written sarcasm, mentions of blood and passing out, self-doubt, rivals to lovers

WORD COUNT — 4,962

NOTE — This took me a while to work on bc I haven’t really been writing like I used to, but I am still working on the Prince Caspian series (its just taking longer than I thought bc of ✨end of the school year stress✨ and ✨my hyperfixation faded✨)

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If someone had told you that your choice to sit with the Pevensie girls during lunch one afternoon would lead to you being sucked into a different world, one where your friends were once great Kings and Queens, you would’ve laughed and called them crazy. But they were right.

You’d made the decision to sit with Susan and Lucy on a whim, since they were new students, and you didn’t have many friends. Sure, you were a year younger than Susan and a few years older than Lucy, but it didn’t hurt to make them feel more welcome. Besides, you knew the older girl from your algebra class. Due to your smarts, you were put in higher graded classes for certain subjects, which certainly didn’t help with befriending people.

The girls didn’t mind, though, and you were quick to find out that they only lived a few streets away from you, which led to the three of you taking the tube home with their brothers, Peter, and Edmund. Speaking of the boys, they were quite polite when you’d first met them. Peter was and still is a gentleman around you, although he treated you more like he did Lucy and Susan now compared to when you first met. Edmund, however, was a little more difficult to manage.

The raven-haired boy was the same age as you, and apparently didn’t like you becoming close to his family so quickly. You never asked questions about it, though, deciding that his problems with you were his own to deal with. Whenever he decided to tease you or make sarcastic remarks that would normally cause him to be scolded or sent to bed without dinner most nights, you would return them with an equal amount of venom. Thankfully for him, though, his mother was never around to hear his words, and he normally just had to deal with Susan scolding him afterwards.

It was an odd relationship, the two of you had. Where you treated Peter, Lucy, and Susan like your own family, Edmund was more like a rock in your shoe that you couldn’t get rid of. Or maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to get rid of him.

You didn’t know what to expect that day, leaning against the wall next to the bench where the Pevensie children sat. Peter and Edmund had gotten into another fight, and something between the four children was going unspoken, but you could feel it. A sort of melancholic tension; as if between them was begging to be talked about, but they either ignored it or it couldn’t be brought up in public.

Suddenly, though, everything got louder, and the world was peeling away, with your hand clasped in Lucy’s. The train station faded, and the underground was gone, and you were standing at the mouth of a cave, staring out at a bright blue ocean that felt as though it weren’t part of your world. You didn’t question it immediately, although you were dazed beyond comprehension. You could barely keep up with your friends as you ran through the sand, stripping off your socks, shoes, blazer, and tie before splashing about in the water.

But when Edmund stopped and looked up at the crumbling ruins atop a cliff, you finally got your chance to ask, “Where are we, exactly?”

“Narnia,” Peter replied, a bashful blush tinting his cheeks.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Narnia? But there’s no such thing as Narnia.”

“There is, actually, because you’re in it.” Edmund snipped with his familiar sarcastic tone, and you felt your blood beginning to boil.

With clenched fists, you turned to Susan, “Please tell me you have a rational explanation for… all of this.”

The girl suggested you all return to the shore before heading up to the top of the cliff, allowing the family to give you a proper explanation of their past in Narnia. The wardrobe that Lucy accidentally discovered, the talking lion, Aslan, the witch that almost killed Edmund, their lives as Kings and Queens, all of it. To say that you were gobsmacked was an understatement. “So, you’re telling me that I’ve befriended Kings and Queens?”

“Yes.” Lucy replied.

“And I’ve been fighting with a King of Narnia, who helped defeat a witch that was set on taking over this world, for eleven months?”

“Mhmm,” nodded Peter.

“That’s- okay, I need a minute.”

“Can you take your minute after we figure out how to get up that cliff?” Asked Edmund, who was pointing at the ruins. You could tell he was annoyed, although you would have expected him to have reacted the same way if he were in your shoes.

With crossed arms, you glared at the boy before sighing. “Fine. But I’m finding a way back home before my mum realizes I’m gone and freaks out.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Susan told you. “Time passes… differently in Narnia. The last time we were gone, we left for 15 years and when we got back, not a second passed. It was like we were never gone.”

With a nod, you took in her words and followed the siblings around as you looked for some way up the cliffside.

It’s only been a few days since you arrived in Narnia, but every time you got used to it, something new took you by surprise. First, you met a dwarf by the name of Trumpkin, and then all five of you were given an explanation as to how long the Pevensie’s had been gone and what happened since then.

From there, you were on your way to find a man named Prince Caspian, whom you were supposed to help seize his own crown from his uncle. The whole concept was odd to you, but things just kept getting weirder and weirder as time went on. You met centaurs and fauns and minotaurs, talking squirrels and mice. It was hard to keep your head on straight when you walked with all these creatures, but you understood for the most part.

You were walking to a place that Caspian said could hold everyone while you worked out a battle plan, and you were eager to see where he was taking you. The trees stood still during your walk, the leaves crunching beneath your feet as you walked in line with Susan, effectively ignoring Edmund, who walked on the other side of her. You couldn’t help but stare down at the dress that Susan gave you to wear. It was a beautiful shade of red, soft to the touch, but not silk or velvet. Where it split in the middle to allow for more mobility, there was a patch of silver.

A sword that you didn’t quite know how to use hung by your side, and you kept one hand lazily grasped on the hilt. To think, merely two days ago you were just a simple schoolgirl, too smart for her own good and facing a daily rivalry with her best friend’s brother. With a breathy laugh, you shook your head. Things were going to be different when you went back.

‘If,’ you reminded yourself. ‘If you go back. Susan didn’t come back until 15 years passed, who’s to say your trip will be any different?’

Your thoughts, however, were halted when you felt your foot hit something lodged in the ground, and before you could stop yourself, you were colliding with the ground. That is, until you felt arms wrap around your waist and pull you up. Some part of you wondered if it was Edmund, but when you were placed back on your feet, you saw that it was Susan. “Thanks, Su,”

“No problem, N/n,” the girl replied with a smile, and you continued walking.

But, before you could get any further than three feet, Edmund muttered, “Why don’t you watch where you’re walking for once?”

“What did you say?” You snipped, feeling your blood beginning to boil once again. It was quite a normal feeling for you to have when you were around Edmund. So familiar, in fact, that you were keen to ignore it.

“I said, why don’t you watch where you’re walking for once?” The boy spoke up. People were beginning to listen into the conversation, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. “You’re always tripping on something or knocking things over, so why don’t you pay attention for once in your life?”

A scoff slipped past your lips, and you crossed your arms. “I’m sorry if I’m still processing where I am or worrying about my mum! Not all of us are used to travelling between worlds like you are, Edmund.”

The boy rolled his eyes and quickened his pace, but that was all he did. He gave you no response, and it made you even more annoyed. Before you knew it, Susan placed a hand on your upper arm. “I’m sorry about him, I don’t understand why he acts like that toward you.”

“It’s fine, Su, I promise.” You huffed. “I just… I don’t understand it either and I probably never will. I guess I’ll just have to deal with it, won’t I?”

Since your little fight, Edmund’s been trying his hardest to ignore you, which was quite normal. Both of you always needed time to calm the fire in your chests, to let the anger die down before you could even tolerate being around one another. But being apart didn’t last long, because the next morning, you were all gathering in a room to discuss a plan.

And, unsurprisingly, after more fighting between the Narnians, a plan was underway, and you weren’t sure how much you liked it. Especially because it involved the possibility of you fighting with the sword you were given. Sure, you knew a little bit about how to use one, but you weren’t as skilled as everyone else. In fact, you were sure that you were the least skilled with any kind of weapon out of everyone in the room.

Until everything was set in motion and ready to go, you felt the nerves building up in the pit of your stomach. A faun had helped you practice the best that you could, but you could only make so much progress over the course of a day.

Soon, though, the sun set, and you were being clutched in the talons of what you had been told was called a Gryphon, sailing through the skies with the wind pushing your hair from your face. The wind was calming but the height, however, was alarming. If the Gryphon were to let you go, you were sure you would die when you hit the ground.

Even after landing, everything was going smoothly. But when you entered the professor’s room and Caspian spotted his glasses but not the professor himself, a bad feeling settled in your gut. After a brief exchange, it was decided that you would follow Peter and Susan to find Lord Miraz and leave Caspian to find his professor alone.

After wandering the halls with the older half of the Pevensie’s, your sword drawn but feeling heavy in your hand, you found your way to the King’s quarters. From the other side of the door, you could hear a muffled voice speaking. “Put the sword down, Caspian. I don’t want to do this.”

As the woman spoke, you all exchanged looks. Susan pulled an arrow from her quiver and notched it, ready to strike. Then, Peter pulled the door open, and you all went through. Susan aimed her arrow at the woman on the bed and told her, “We don’t want you to, either.”

Looking around the room, you spotted Lord Miraz standing beside his bed with the tip of a sword pressed to his neck. Unfortunately, Caspian was the man on the other end of the sword. Lord Miraz placed his hands on his hips, an annoyed expression on his face as he told you, “This used to be a private room.”

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be at the gatehouse!” Peter told Caspian.

Quickly, an idea formed in your head. “Peter, I can go.”

“What?”

“I can go. Listen,” he turned to you as you spoke. “Trumpkin’s already there waiting. If I can start getting the gate open, we can still do this.”

He sighed but nodded, and immediately you started to run in the opposite direction. You remembered what you could about the castle, and soon you found yourself in the courtyard. Edmund was up on one of the guard posts, and you called out, “Edmund, signal the troops! Now!”

As you called out to him, however, the bells in the castle began to ring, and you panicked. “Edmund! Signal the troops!”

With no answer, you huffed, and continued running to the gate. Sheathing your sword, you used all your strength to push the spokes of the wheel, loosening them and helping to bring up the gate. The metal creaked and groaned as it was pulling upward, but your attention was beginning to falter as you heard metal crashing against metal behind you and Peter shouted, “Now, Ed, now! Signal the troops!”

Faintly, you could hear his brother respond from above. “I’m a bit busy, Pete!”

The elder brother came to your aid, assisting you in pushing the spokes. From behind you, Susan shouted, “Peter! It’s too late, we have to call it off while we can!”

“No! We can still do this!” He shouted. “Help us!”

Over the creaking of the metal, you could hear the faint shouting of the troops flooding into the courtyard. Panic spiked in your chest once more and you pushed a little harder on the spokes, Caspian and Susan coming over to help you. As she helped you along, Susan asked, “Exactly who are you doing this for, Peter?”

The boy ignored his sister and continued pushing the spokes. As the guards continued to approach, your chest constricted with panic. That is, until you saw Edmund’s torchlight flickering into the dark sky, and you heard the hoofbeats and shouts of Peter’s troops.

As soon as they were past the gate and into the courtyard, you all stopped pushing on the spokes and instead drew your weapons. From beside you, Peter shouted, “For Narnia!”

Despite the anxiety and worry that was building in your chest, you unsheathed your sword and charged into battle with the Kings and Queen. You were slower with your movements than you would have liked, but you were still inexperienced. For the most part, you were successful in disarming the guards before slamming the hilt of your sword onto their heads.

You went with the movement around you. The centaurs, minotaurs, and number of other creatures that were fighting with you gave you comfort, because there were more people who were likely to have your back. You had to admit, though, that for a person with a maximum of two days training and had recently travelled between worlds, you were doing well for yourself. That was, until you heard Peter shouting Edmund’s name.

Looking in his direction, there was a long line of archers pointing their crossbows at the boy. Your face dropped as you watched him run into the castle, disappearing as they fired at him. Not knowing if he was okay, you tried to shake your mind free of worrying thoughts, but they stuck like glue. So, you were fighting with a distracted mind. Your reactions became slower, and it felt as though it took more effort to lift your sword.

From mere feet away, you heard the clanging of a chain. Stopping your movements, you spotted a guard hacking away at the chain that held the gate open. Once more, panic flooded your senses and you shouted, “Peter! We have to leave! They’re going to close the gates!”

He looked over at you from a distance, and you saw the panic breach his expression. A minotaur ran for the gate, propping the heavy metal onto his shoulders. From over your shoulder, you heard Peter shout, “Fall back!”

You continued to fight your way toward the gate, but you weren’t paying as much attention as you should have. The panic and worry blinded your features, and as you took down one guard, something pierced your shoulder. A gasp fell from your lips as near-blinding pain shot from your shoulder, trailing down the arm that held your sword and up your neck. You looked down at your right shoulder to find blood seeping into the light blue dress you wore as the tip of an arrow poked through your skin.

Someone near you shouted your name, and you felt yourself being pulled onto the back of a horse — the centaur, you remembered. The hoofbeats and roar of battle echoed in your ears, but the nausea that was beginning to settle in your stomach was too distracting. You were becoming lightheaded, and you didn’t know how much longer you were going to be conscious.

Everything faded away as you felt your body becoming lighter, wondering what was going to happen next. And then, slowly, you slipped into the void of darkness, the world becoming insignificant.

It was one thing to take part in an unsuccessful siege, but it was another thing entirely to find out that during the escape, the person you had feelings for was injured and unconscious. Guilt and worry settled within the pit of Edmund’s stomach, wondering if you could make it back to the How so Lucy could feed you her cordial.

He walked next to the minotaur that carried you, his eyes wandering over to your sleeping figure every few seconds. You looked so peaceful, despite the circumstances. He enjoyed looking at you so relaxed, especially since every time you looked at him all he could see was disdain and annoyance.

Edmund was aware of the argument that broke between the King and the Prince, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were growing paler by the minute, and if it weren’t for that and the blood that was soaking your shoulder, he would’ve assumed you were sleeping. He wondered what you were dreaming about, or if you were dreaming at all.

But then the screaming started, and he knew he had to do something about it. He stopped the two leaders from ripping each other apart with a simple scream, and the crowd in front of him broke to show Lucy the sight of her friends in peril. Trumpkin, fighting for consciousness, and you, getting worse as time passed.

Relief flooded the snarky boy as she ran forward, uncapping her cordial. Edmund helped the minotaur ease you to the ground, kneeling at the top of your head, watching over you. The anxiety and worry that had been eating away at his stomach began to cease the closer that Lucy got, and he almost breathed a sigh of relief when he watched the red liquid drip into your open mouth.

You felt something tingling in your stomach. The feeling that began in your gut spread quickly, all throughout your body, but it was most intense in your right shoulder, where you had been hit with an arrow. It felt like someone was sprinkling stardust on your wound, warm and comforting.

The feeling faded and you could hear the birds chirping in the distance, an odd silence in the air. You had yet to open your eyes, and you were a little scared to see what you would see when you did. Still, though, you knew you had to wake up sometime. So, with little bravery, you forced yourself to open your eyes.

The first thing you saw was brown. Not the murky kind of brown like mud, but a beautiful chocolate kind of brown. The glow as it reflected in the morning sun made you realize that they were eyes. Edmund’s eyes. You never thought you’d be so happy to see Edmund’s eyes; not to mention the surge of safety and security that rushed through you.

“Ed,” you gasped.

His usually taught and angry expression was filled with relief. The air around Edmund and the Pevensie’s was light, all worry for you fleeing their minds and replacing itself with happiness. Not only that, but the other three Pevensie children noticed something else change in their raven-haired brother, something to do with you.

A look was shared between the three, wondering and curious about how their poor, lovesick brother didn’t realize how he felt for you himself. It was torturous, spending all that time watching you both dance around each other with snide, meaningless remarks, wondering when you both were going to wise up and realize the real meaning behind your behavior.

No one noticed the relieved tears gathering in Edmund’s eyes, not even himself. But you did. You noticed them because he was hovering right above you, so close that you could’ve counted every freckle dotting his face. But the proximity didn’t last long. It seemed that Edmund caught himself, recoiling from you and pushing himself onto his feet.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the safety he provided, even if you were supposed to hate him. Those thoughts didn’t last long, since Peter offered to help you stand. Taking his hand gratefully, you pulled yourself to your feet. Slowly and sorrowfully, everyone began to head into the How.

The How was too suffocating for you to stay in, so as soon as you were able, you went to the top of the entrance so you could sit and breathe. Your shoulder felt fine, as if there was no injury there in the first place, but you were still reeling. The calm and safety you felt when you woke up and saw Edmund’s face, the smile on his face and the tears in his eyes. It was all so confusing, especially since Edmund’s been treating you horribly for the past eleven months and you don’t even know how you really felt toward him anymore.

Sitting on the mossy rock, the morning air did little to help clear the swirl of confusing thoughts running about in your mind. You didn’t get much time to think, though, since someone came out of the stone doorway and sat next to you.

“Are… are you okay?”

“Why do you want to know, Edmund?”

Beside you, Edmund said nothing. You heard a sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t respond. Edmund looked out at the empty field and the rising sun, fighting with himself to not glance your way. Your injury was like a shift in the dirt of his soul, the dirt he buried his lasting and quite terrifying feelings for you in. They were on the surface now, and Edmund didn’t know if he wanted to bury them again.

So, there, in the light of the early morning sun, Edmund made a decision. He chose not to bury his feelings, but not to acknowledge them. No matter what, he would not let them show, not after the way he had been treating you for so long.

“You know, I…” you began, almost startling the boy from his thoughts. “I feel so… confused. And you’re the last person I should be telling this to because I know you’ll just mock me endlessly for it, but…” taking a deep breath, you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. A breeze washed over you and you opened your eyes, focusing on the forest ahead as you spoke. “I can’t stop thinking about earlier. You made me- no, you make me feel safe.”

You waited, tense, wondering what Edmund was going to say. The silence was nearly unbearable, suffocating you.

Edmund didn’t even know what to tell you. He couldn’t think, knowing that despite everything he’s said to you, he still somehow manages to make you feel safe. Without thinking, Edmund went back on his own decision. “I think I love you.”

The blurted confession was nothing short of shocking for himself and for you. Your heart fell into your stomach, knowing that admitting how Edmund made you feel was a bad idea. Your cheeks burned, and you had to bit on the inside of your cheek to stop the oncoming river of tears. With clenched fists, you scoffed, standing.

“I knew it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“What?” Edmund stood with you, confused.

“Look, I get it. I shouldn’t have opened my mouth; I knew you were gonna mock me. It’s all you ever do, Edmund. I’m sick of it. I can take making fun of my hair or my clothes or what I say, but I can’t deal with you making fun of my feelings.” You wiped a stray tear from your face.

Edmund, again, didn’t know what to say. Had he really been treating you so poorly all this time that you didn’t believe him? That you didn’t think he could feel that way about you? He felt appalled at himself for making you think that he couldn’t like you; that he couldn’t love you.

“Y/n, wait, I-“

“Edmund, no. I won’t stand here and listen to you make fun of me again. I could handle it before, because before it was only something to be taken lightly, something that I knew I shouldn’t let bother me. Because I knew I had to put up with it if I wanted to be able to stay friends with Susan and Lucy and Peter. But I don’t think it’s worth it if I’m the only one suffering.” You took another deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “Because I really like you, Edmund. And you treated me so harshly for almost a year, but I still like you. And I can’t even think of a good reason why.”

With clenched fists, you turned and began to walk back into the How, despite how suffocating it felt to be in there. Your steps echoed in your ears as you walked further away from Edmund, who was trying to figure out what to say. His heart was pounding against his ribcage at your words.

“I wasn’t lying!” He called out desperately.

You turned to face him, standing in the stone doorway as tears fell like raindrops from your e/c eyes.

“I wasn’t lying when I told you I loved you.” Edmund explained. “I know this seems like it’s out of the blue, but it’s the truth, I promise. I’ve been lying to you, to myself. Ever since we first met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And I couldn’t handle it, so I… I just thought-“

“What, you thought it would be better to ruin any chance of a relationship? To make me doubt everything I say or do? To make me hate myself for ever thinking about wanting to kiss you?” You said, rage burrowing in your chest.

“Yeah, I did. Because I knew that you would never want to go for someone like me.”

Huffing, you rolled your eyes. “Well, Edmund, you’re obviously wrong, because I’m standing here, telling you that I like you! Hell, I probably love you! And you’re telling me that everything you’ve said about me for the past year was a lie?!”

Edmund didn’t respond, only shifting his weight from foot to foot and picking at his fingers. Annoyed, you sighed and stepped forward, taking his hands in yours and forcing him to look at you.

“Ed…” you started. “You really are an idiot sometimes, did you know that?”

“I’ve been told that I can be a little blind, yeah.”

You couldn’t stop the lopsided smile from splitting across your face, even if you wanted to. Edmund smiled as well, stepping a little closer. The sun rose a little higher, shining behind Edmund like a halo. Laughing, you took your hand from his, brushing some of his hair back as you said, “You’re lucky I like you so much,”

“I’m lucky you like me at all,”

Another small laugh fell from your lips, and Edmund’s smile lit up even brighter. You were so close now that if Edmund wanted to, he could lean in just a tad further and kiss you.

The laughter died, and Edmund’s eyes were darting between yours and your lips. The smiles on your faces faded, the quiet settling between you. Slowly, hesitantly, you began to lean forward, as if asking for permission. Edmund followed, his lips ghosting over yours as your eyelids fluttered closed.

It was like time slowed as Edmund closed the millimeter-wide gap between the two of you, softly pressing his lips to yours. Truth be told, you had never kissed anyone, and therefore you didn’t quite know what to expect, but it felt better than you could’ve ever imagined. It felt like the entire world had lit up, shining brightly just for the two of you to see.

Letting go of Edmund’s other hand, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer with his hands on your waist. It was safe to say that both of you were in complete bliss, and if it weren’t for the fact that you needed air to breathe, you would’ve been happy to stay there forever.

Edmund kept his arms wrapped around your waist and you didn’t release him from your arms, either, wanting to hold each other for a little longer.

“That was…” Edmund breathed. “I’ve never kissed anyone, but… wow.”

You giggled, Edmund laughing along with you. “I haven’t kissed anyone before, either, Ed.”

It was funny, the way the world works. One moment, you’re fighting with someone you could easily call your rival, and the next, you’re kissing him. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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