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carnationworld-writings · 1 year

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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.

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pariahsparadise · 1 year

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ye of little faith | e. p.

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summary: eustace doesn't believe that edmund has a girlfriend.

wc: 800

pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: VERY unedited. also it's 1am and i just wrote this in a burst of inspiration, so please don't expect it to be good.

a/n: i don't really know if this will make sense to anyone lol, i think i wrote it in a confusing way, but hopefully it's okay. it's mostly eustace's pov, i wanted to try something new. also, this exact scenario has been in my head for months now.

“There’s no way he has a girlfriend,” Eustace tells Lucy, barging into the room. She immediately knows who he’s talking about, able to hear Edmund on the phone downstairs, voice softer than it usually is, taking the tone he automatically opts for when he speaks to Y/N.

“Why?” Lucy asks, half-heartedly entertaining her annoying cousin while she thumbs through the pages of her book. Unfortunately for her, Eustace Scrubb brightens at the attention, straightening up and launching into a rather well-thought out spiel.

“First of all, it’s Edmund we’re talking about. He’s awkward, way too hostile and bad-tempered. Not to mention, he’s barely of average height, and his hair? Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Y/N likes it,” Lucy says mildly, earning a scoff from Eustace.

“Y/N.” he says with disbelieving scorn, “As if she actually exists. You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you lot claim she is would actually be interested in Edmund? And so interested that she calls and writes to him multiple times a week? Yeah, right. I bet that Ed’s hired an escort to help him forget about how lonely he actually is. Or he’s paying some poor girl to play the part of a caring partner.” Eustace has had many such theories, the more creative ones dealing with blackmail and holding family members hostage, but so far, monetary imbursements seem to be the most likely.

“Sure, Eustace,” Lucy mumbles, having checked out of the conversation a while ago. He shakes his head at her disinterest, convinced that he is right, and leaves the room, muttering to himself disbelievingly.

A few days later, a painting gushes out water and swallows them whole, so poor Eustace, although having taunted his cousins with his skepticisms about the magical land of Narnia and called them fools for believing in the same, is forced to confront that he was wrong.

Eustace is soaking wet and miserable, still slightly panic infused. He can’t believe his eyes, convinced that he hallucinated the last fifteen minutes. Sitting on the ship, the Dawn Treader, he watches as his cousins are recognised as King and Queen. He’s related to royalty.

With a humorous snort, he realises that this is more believable than Edmund Pevensie having a girlfriend.

Hell, even the talking rat next to him is more believable.

He goes to voice the same, but is distracted by a joyous whoop descending from the sky, followed by a splash in the ocean. Eustace is too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the figure underwater to notice the hopeful glances Edmund and Lucy exchange, the faint tremour in Edmund’s hands as he snatches a telescope from a passing crew member, getting a clearer view.

“It is her!” Ed cries, only barely held back from jumping overboard by Caspian, who laughs fondly at the Just King. Eustace tries to hear what the Prince tells Edmund, but all noise turns to mush the second he sees the young woman surface, a brilliant smile on her face.

At first glance, he thinks it’s a siren. He’s heard stories about their enchanting beauty and ethereal forms, and Eustace does genuinely believe that this woman is too gorgeous to be human like he is. As she swims closer, though, and the ship's crew help pull her onto the ship, Eustace notices the lack of a tail. And though her hair is soaked and strewn across her face, and her clothes suction themselves to her skin, none of it takes away from her radiance.

It also doesn’t distract him from the fact that she’s walking right towards him.

Eustace’s mouth goes bone dry, and he gulps nervously, afraid she’ll talk to him and afraid she won’t, when suddenly, Edmund swoops past him and towards the woman. He snatches her up in a passionate embrace, hands securing her to him as he twirls her around in sheer delight.

When they kiss, chaste but heady, Eustace decides that he has never actually known anything about anything.

He’s scouring the sky for flying pigs when he hears Edmund’s self-satisfied voice behind him, “And this, my very real girlfriend, Y/N, would be my cousin, Eustace Scrubb.”

“How do you do?” Eustace says weakly, extending a hand, trying his hardest not to faint when you take it.

“Pretty well. If only Edmund would- what was it again?- stop holding my family hostage, I think I’d be great,” you rib amiably, throwing back one of Eustace’s earliest theories back into his now scarlet face.

“No, darling, you’ve got it wrong, I’ve currently got your dogs kidnapped and ready to be shipped to the pound, remember?” Edmund joins in on the fun, his smile widening as he earns a couple of chuckles from you, and a darker flush from Eustace’s cheeks.

Eustace Scrubb, though unwilling, is forced to admit, after watching the two of you interact, gravitating towards each other naturally, at ease with the love that surrounds you, his cousin’s eyes brighter than he’s ever seen them, that it is very believable for Edmund Pevensie to be dating Y/N L/N after all.

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timhalamet · 2 months

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MASTERLIST

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THE SECRET HISTORY

CELEBRITIES

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET

GRISHAVERSE

MARVEL

NARNIA

SHATTER ME

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CRUEL PRINCE

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lady-ashfade · 2 years

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Narnia Masterlist

Request for this fandom: Closed

Rules.

Prompts.

Angst: Red

Fluff: Pink

Both: Orange

Comfort: purple

A little bit of everything or nothing: green

But female and gender neutral readers only.

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

Edmund Pevensie

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chrisili · 6 months

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My apologies

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: You and Edmund have to explore the underground together, alone and you punch him in his face. Accidentally.

Warnings: Make out session

Genre: fluff, rom-com

Word count: 2,3k

A.N.: So extremely obsessed with Narnia currently sooo here you go. This is in the time of Prince Caspian just for the plot but I imagine Edmund a little older here.

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER 100 LIKES ON MY LAST FF? ALSO I HAVE MY FIRST 3 FOLLOWERS AND THAT IS BEYOND EXCITING. THANK YOU!!!

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“Cas, wait! Woah,” while you were, almost casing, after your brother you tripped on a rock. You two were currently in the woods walking to your base where all the other humans, animals, dwarfs, centaurs and what not, were stationed. Caspian turns around to look at you almost tripping on a stone, let’s say he didn’t exactly try to be decent.

“Sister, if you keep this up the King is never gonna want you.” He said laughing while holding you to steady yourself. You look at him half blank, half annoyed. “Yes I am sure out of all the possible situations in the world, tripping in the woods would be THE reason for King Edmund to not be interested in me.” You slap his arm as he tries to help you and you resume your path. “Anyways, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You and the High King Peter assigned me and Edmund to go deeper into the base to explore, to see if we find something useful, right? So, naturally, my question is, why the hell would you do that to me?”

Caspian pulls an arm around your shoulder while he walks with you, “why dear sister, here I thought I was doing you a favor? You obviously like the King and he obviously likes you back so why not spend some time with each other, together eh?”

You nod your head and squint your eyebrows sarcastically. “You know, that is a great idea! How about you send me to uncles castle and we can die there, together eh?”

Caspian looks at you suprised. “I don’t understand?” You roll your eyes, “clearly.”

“Brother tell me, have you maybe noticed how I act around the King?” Y/N asked while they were now on the big meadow in front of their base. As narrator, I have to agree with Y/N. With the handsome dark haired King around her, her head gets all blurry and it is hard for her to think. Although she really likes him she starts being more sarcastic than she already is when she sees his big brown eyes. With Caspian not taking your nervousness seriously and High King Peter actually adoring the thought of his little brother and Y/N, there was nothing to be done.

So you and King Edmund were now in the underground, exploring, dying (Just kidding, only you were, out of nervousness). Edmund was holing up his flashlight to look around, while you were holding a regular torch. You guys didn’t actually talk a lot because your brother was right, the King liked you back so naturally he was pretty nervous too.

“King Ed-” congratulations, you started chocking on your own saliva not even having spoken two words! You cough a little so your voice would come back. “I apologize, King Edmund. I was just wondering why your thing is a lot brighter than mine.” Edmund looked at you and chuckles, which warmed your heart and made your cheeks slightly pink, not that it mattered because it was too dark anyways.

“It’s a flashlight. It has batteries in it, it’s actually hard to explain.” He said scratching his neck. You just nod and kick yourself mentally for even bringing it up. As you two walk further you come across a kind of door frame. There was the frame but no door and in the room behind it was heavy blue lighting, shining though the ceiling, which was of course the moon. You both walked in and not even a minute later a heavy metal door was falling in to the frame. Both your heads turn immediately and you run up to the door.

“No, no, no, no. No please open, please don’t noo…..” you whine while hitting and punching the door to get out. As you realize that the door doesn’t actually open you drop your head with closed eyes.

“I didn’t realize it is such a burden for you to be alone with me.” Edmund said in a sarcastic voice while he just continued walking into the room, which was by the way massive. Not really a room, more like a cave. You turn your head to Edmund and then you started walking after him. “Your Highness I apologize deeply, again. It is not a burden being with you. It is just…” He turns around to look at you, you both standing pretty close to each other while he looks you deep in the eyes. You look back into his and you start giggling covering your mouth. Edmund lifted an eyebrow at you but before he could respond you heard a loud sound coming from the cave.

Both of you slowly walk into the direction where you heard the sound coming from. “I think you should go and look.” You say standing on your tip toes to get a better look from afar.

“Me?” Edmund says also looking into the dark in front of him.

“Mhm.”

“I think it would be better if you went.” Edmund said.

“Funny, because I don’t agree with your opinion in the slightest.”

He turns to you with an imitating look. “Your Highness.” You add.

Edmund breathes out heavily and starts walking up ahead. The further he goes the more he disappeared until nothing was left but darkness again. You started to kind of freak out in your head, because what’s being worse than being alone with Edmund in a cave is being alone with dead Edmund in a cave.

“Your Highness? Your Majesty? King Edmund?” You yell into the dark not getting an answer back. It would be an understatement saying that you were shitting your pants at this point. But you completely lost it when something tabbed your shoulder, your screamed as loud as you could throwing a punch at Edmund. Yes your read that right, the thing tabbing your shoulder was Edmund who was actually excited to prank you a little bit but now he was just holding his eye while tumbling back. “OW!” He yelled painfully while kind of falling and sitting on the ground. You run up to him and kneel beside him.

“I am so sorry my lord! I didn't see you! I thought it was something that wants to murder me, I was looking out for you and you didn’t come back, I got so scared without you so, oh please my King forgive me. I didn’t mean to really!” You keep rambling about how you are sorry while pulling a beautiful lace handkerchief out of your small satchel. You put some water onto it, also from your satchel and you start to lightly tab it on to the kings, now blue, eye. He hisses at first and moved away because of his reflexes but lets it happen right after. His eyes are closed while sitting there with you, you try to cool his eyes while no one was talking. You were deeply ashamed having punched the love of your life, I mean the king. (obviously)

“First you can’t bare being in one room with me alone and now you punch me in the face, you must really hate me.” He laughs a little still eyes closed. You take his hand with both of your hands, your words desperate. “Oh no, no your Highness. Quite the opposite really! I, in fact like you so much that I am strongly ashamed of myself. I’ve never been so ashamed in my life my lord, I mean it. Around you my head gets dizzy and I don’t know what to do or how to speak, what to say or how to act. I didn’t want to be in a room with you because I was afraid I was going to mess this up, which I obviously did. I don’t expect you to forgive me for I have done such a terrible thing.”

Silence. Deafening silence. Edmund opened his left eye (the good one) and looks up to you. (You kneeling and him sitting you were above him)

“You always hit people in the face you ‘like so much’?” He asks mockingly and you look blankly at him with your eyes building up some tears. When he sees your tears his face changes, he sits up and cups your face with his warm hands. He removes your tears with his thumbs repeatedly because you just wouldn’t stop crying.

“Y/N now I have to apologize. I was insensitive, I shouldn’t have mocked you about your feelings. Please stop crying, I can hardly see your beautiful eyes.”

Your heart stopped beating and you died on the spot, at least that’s what it felt like. “My what?” You said almost whispering, having stopped crying immediately and just looking blankly into Edmunds face. He smiled a little while holding your face softly.

“Your beautiful eyes, I always love looking at them. Just like the rest of you actually… I really like looking at you. Does that sound awkward? It does, doesn’t it?” He says dropping his arms while staring at the very interesting stone floor.

“Your Highness, I like looking at you a lot too.” You say smiling and he looks up at you again. He really wanted to keep staring into your eyes but for some unknown reason his eyes started to look at your lips instead. He took your face into his hands again to pull you closer and just before your lips were touching, he looked at you again, asking permission. You smiled and closed the distance between you.

Both of your eyes were closed, I mean his anyways because you hit him but still. You put one of your hands on his shoulder while moving the other one to cup his hand that is still cupping your face. It was just a peck but when he was about to pull away, you pulled him back in. This time moving your lips against his. Edmund was smiling widely into the passionate kiss while moving one hand down your neck. Without realizing it you climb onto his lab and kiss him faster now, both of your breathing sped up and you could hardly keep your hands to yourself. He actually bit your lip and you moaned a little into his mouth, that’s when you pulled away.

You looked at each other breathing fast, hair messy and unable to speak. Edmund tho was the first to say something. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I went too far.” You shook your head. “No that is not it. It’s just I mean, it’s not really romantic here.” You say laughing a little and he starts laughing with you. Both of you helped each other up, having hearts in all three of your eyes.

Edmund told you then that when he went into the dark he actually came back through the dark, meaning it was kind of a loop.

“Are you saying we are trapped in here forever?!” You exclaim looking shocked.

“I don’t know, it seems to be some sort of magic, we could climb the wall but I don’t know if we fit through the holes.” He says looking up at the ceiling.

“Your Highness, no offense but even if I wanted to I couldn’t climb these walls, any walls for that matter.”

“Edmund.” He says not looking away from the ceiling.

“Excuse me?” You ask back.

“It’s Edmund, not ‘your Highness’.”

“How about, my love?” You ask chuckling and he looks at you blankly.

“Or not, it was just a thou-” you couldn’t finish your sentence because Edmunds lips pecked yours smiling. “I would like that very much, my queen.” He says kissing your cheek.

You couldn’t say anything because another voice appeared. “Edmund? Y/N? Are you in there?” You hear King Peter yelling from the other side of the metal door. Edmund rushed over to the door and yelled back. “Yes Peter, we are in here! Do you think you can open the door from outside?” Not having even finished, the door went up and on the other side were Peter and Caspian smiling.

“You idiot! You planned all of this didn’t you!” You yelled at your brother, storming to him and hitting his arm. He tries to shield himself with his hands while he was laughing. “So what it worked, didn’t it?”

“How did you use magic?” Edmund asked his brother.

“What are you talking about?” Peter said confused.

“The cave, it brought me back when I tried to walk further.” Peter started to laugh, “no offense brother but I think you might have lost your orientation in there blaming it on some magic." Edmund just scoffed and turned to his left.

“Oh god, Edmund what happened to your eye!” Peter asked worried wanting to touch Edmunds eye softly but Edmund slapped Peters hand away. “Y/N punched me.” On command, Caspian hit your arm hard. “OW! What was that for!?” You exclaimed while holding your arm. “How dare you punch the king of Narnia! You should apologize!” Caspian answers with a joking angry face. “Oh I’ll apologize all right!” So you and your brother actually started hitting each other or something.

Edmund then took you by your shoulders, away from Caspian walking with your hand in his. He took you out so you both stood under the moonlight, kissing each other softly.

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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Can’t Sleep?

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Content: Fluff, Soft Caspian, Fem!Reader, Implied Insomniac!Reader

POV: Second

Warnings: None

Just a short drabble cause I can’t sleep but I’m volunteering tomorrow so

You heard Caspian before you saw him. He was always so loud and clumsy even when sneaking around. The young prince had fell into you door, opening it and crashing to the ground. It took all your strength not to laugh at the poor boy.

“My lady you’re still awake? Surely that must not be good for you”

He looked at you with concern written all over his face. You felt guilty when Caspian saw you like this. Bags hanging around your eyes, dark from many sleepless nights.

“I couldn’t sleep your highness”

Caspian frowned at you, making his way to you bed and tugging his shirt off. He climbed in under the covers pulling you down against the mattress. His skin was warm and you could feel it through your thin night gown.

“Sleep with me my lady, I’ll hold you until you can rest”

You laughed lightly and you heard him grunt, questioning you. Turning to face him you stroked his hair, soft brunette locks falling through your fingers. He was your best friend but you couldn’t help but want to kiss him.

“It doesn’t work like that. Besides you can not stay my prince. The king is already looking for an excuse to dispel your claim to the throne. You being found in my bed shall have you thrown out of the palace”

He brought his lips to your forehead, kissing gently. Caspian missed you cheek next, threading an arm around you waist.

“It would be worth it my lady. They may see you as no more then a maid but you shall be my queen one day. You will have your own throne and your own gowns. It will be magical”

He smiled and you laid together in silence. In a matter of minutes he was asleep, snoring gently. You giggle to yourself, he reminded you of a small puppy. That night your rested properly for the first time in months. Thank Aslan for the boy who held you in his arms.

#caspian x #caspian x reader #prince caspian #king caspian #ben barnes #narnia imagine #prince caspian x reader #king caspian x reader #caspian imagine #caspian fluff

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oneawkwardwriter · 2 months

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

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

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

Sorry this is long i just love ur writing💋💋

Prove Her Wrong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sweet Relief

Finnick Odair x Reader

summary: Yesterday, the reaping took place. Your name was the one picked from thousands—and it was your last year to even be eligible. Being from district four, your mentor is none other than Finnick Odair. Prince of the Capitol. Your relationship is off to a rocky start, but on your second night, he starts to come around.

setting: The 70th Hunger Games. You’re the female tribute from District 4, on your way to the Capitol with your male tribute, Caspian, and your mentor, Finnick Odair.

pairing: Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, mentions of death, implied mentions of forced prostitution but not blatantly mentioned ykwim?

notes: I wrote this in two sittings and it’s not proofread and it’s also my first time posting anything on tumblr soooo…

word count: 5.2k

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socials: ao3 (that’s all I have bcuz my cc isn’t working rn 😭

Thick, humid air circulates through your enormous room. This was not what you expected when they had called your name for the reaping. You still remember it like it’s happening in the present. You find yourself laying on your memory foam bed with satin sheets—courtesy of the capitol. One thousand thoughts race through your mind as you recall the events of this evening.

To start, you almost punched your mentor in the face. You try to convince yourself he deserved it, but he was just trying to lighten up the situation and try to make you feel better. At dinner, he made a comment about the games. His words rang through your mind. “Even if you don’t win, just try not to be killed first.”

It makes your blood boil just thinking about it. You’re appalled by his insensitivity. You know those people aren’t any less smart or skilled as anyone else in that arena. Just because Finnick was the one to kill them off, doesn’t make them any weaker.

District four. Your home, family, friends, everyone you love is there. You can’t imagine not making it home to them. You also can’t believe this just had to be the last year you’re even eligible for the games. The worst luck ever. You groan as you pull the comforter over your body. One of the perks about being a tribute has got to be how well they treat you before you’re sent off to your death. You finally start to drift off into a semi-deep sleep—since real sleep is impossible—when you hear a soft knocking at your door.

You groan again before allowing the person into your room. You watch intently as the figure makes its way further and further towards your bed. You can only assume it’s an avox coming to give you a spa treatment or something else extravagant. But to your surprise, it’s your fatally charming mentor.

“What are you doing here, Finnick? Wanna piss me off some more?” You immediately bark out, not even giving him a chance to look into your eyes. This obviously makes him angry, you can see it on his face.

He bites his lip in frustration. “Listen here, little girl. You should try showing your mentor some respect for a change. I could be the very difference between life and death for you in that arena. I wouldn’t take that for granted if I were you,” his fake smile pierces through your blanket of security. He really knows how to make your spine shiver.

“Here to tell you that we’ll be arriving at 7am tomorrow morning. I suggest you be up and ready before then,” he continues. You watch as he takes a piece of fruit from your nightstand and bites into it. He gives another fake smile and walks out of your room, the automatic door sliding closed behind him. The sound of his voice makes your face grow hot in anger. It’s like everything he says is made to piss you off, but he had a good point. He’s the one who decides what gets sent out. He can help you live or let you die. Maybe you should try and get on his good side.

A good two hours fly by while you lay helplessly trying to grasp onto an ounce of sleep. It’s no use. You’re far too nervous to even close your eyes. The thought of losing everyone creeps into the back of your mind, but you deem the thought selfish. You’re not losing them, they’re losing you. More than they already have. Your mother and sister sitting at home wondering why it was you. Your best friends pondering what life will be like without you. It was your final year.

The good thing about coming from district four was that most oftenly, they were able to form alliances with the main careers, district one and two. Though, you deemed them to be quite arrogant, stuck up, obnoxious.. the list goes on. You were probably the only one in district four that doesn’t wanna prove they can win The Hunger Games.

The boy two doors down from you has been training his whole life for this moment. Technically, it’s illegal to train, but since when does anyone follow the rules when it comes to the games? The little boy whose name was picked at the reaping was only twelve. You thought that maybe they were related, but he just really wanted a chance to win. Foolish. The boy doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into, you think.

When it comes to Finnick, he seems to favor you—which seems peculiar considering the fact you treat him like shit and the boy is nothing but pleasant towards him. You always assume he just acts that way towards the girls, he does seem to be a charmer. Capitol’s prince, some would call him. That warning he gave you earlier, was probably him genuinely trying to be helpful. You find that very hard to believe.

You turn on your side and click on the bedside lamp. The light brightens up the room more than a lamp probably should. The Capitol needs to stop sucking up to us, you think as you sit up and tread off to your bathroom. The bathroom is huge, a big shower that could fit any toiletries you could imagine. There’s a vanity full of makeup and hair products that you have never even seen before in your life. Red velvet robes that look incredibly soft and inviting. Last but not least, it smells of roses. The whole bathroom smells like you just walked into a florist.

You stretch and look at yourself in the huge wall mirror. You don’t look like yourself. Your features seem distorted and different. You know that you really do look the same, but you don’t feel like yourself. It’s definitely the Capitol. You turn on the water in the shower and wait for it to reach your desired temperature. You discard yourself of your clothes, realizing that you had never changed into your pajamas. When you finish undoing your hair and undressing, you step into the hot water.

Ten minutes pass and you’re rinsing some rose scented conditioner out of the ends of your hair. Everything here seems to be rose scented. Do we smell that bad? You laugh to yourself as you step out of the shower and grab onto a towel. You quickly dry off your body and hair, wrapping the towel around your hair and slipping into one of the velvet robes. Soft doesn’t even begin to describe it.

You open the door to your bedroom and begin to walk into it before you realize there’s a figure sitting on your bed. You assume it’s the boy from your district, probably couldn’t sleep either. Wants to talk strategy with you, pretend to be in love or helpless or siblings, or something even more ridiculous. To your surprise, it’s not the tribute boy at all. Quite the opposite.

You take a few steps closer, examining everything you can in the dark before you come to a conclusion. It’s Finnick. His golden-brown curls falling on his forehead paired with his sea green eyes, it’s obvious.

“What are you doing here?” You snarl, earning a laugh on his end.

“Well, you’re very welcoming,” Finnick says in return. He yawns and stretches before completely spreading himself out on your bed. “I went to check on your friend, Caspian, but he was dead asleep. Just thought I’d make sure you're sleeping.”

I knew he had a name. You roll your eyes and give Finnick an annoyed expression. “It’s impossible to sleep knowing I’m about to be sent off to my inevitable death.”

Finnick smiles. It makes you angry. He sits up to look you in the eyes. “It’s stuff like this that makes me think you really do have a chance. Definitely more than your friend down the hall, hate to say it.” He gives a fake disappointed look and it makes you chuckle to yourself.

“I’m not so sure about that,” you say. You slowly approach the bed and sit down beside Finnick despite how wrong it feels. Finnick rolls his eyes and grabs your hand.

“I think you have the drive. If you really wanted it—which you will in the arena—I definitely think you have a good chance of surviving. We’re district four. Make some allies, I know deep down you can push that cold heart and face of yours out of the way.” He gives your hand a squeeze of encouragement.

It makes you think. Just two hours ago you were sulking about losing everyone and everything, when in reality you don’t have to. You breathe out slowly, taking in everything Finnick said. He’s still there, staring at you with his green eyes. For once, his face doesn’t fill you with rage. His voice doesn’t infuriate you. He looks gentle. Compassionate. Charming. Finnick.

“Thanks,” is the only word you can mutter out. He looks at you with an endearing smile and kind eyes. You didn’t think he was capable of being nice. He looks actually sincere for once. Wow.

Finnick stands up and starts to make his way towards the door when your voice cuts through his action. “Finnick—” He turns around to face you, curiosity plastered on his face. He mumbles a quiet ‘hm?’ and you freeze. It’s like your words aren’t yours anymore.

“Will you stay?”

Finnick’s breath hitches in the back of his throat at your words. Immediately, you regret saying it. You want to hide underneath the comforter and never show your face to him ever again. Your face lights up a bright red, and you hope he doesn’t notice this.

A smirk creeps up on Finnick’s face. He doesn’t even give you a straight answer, he just climbs back into bed with you—which in most circumstances is very inappropriate for a mentor to do with a tribute. It’s fine, he’s only twenty.

Finnick wraps his arm around you, it's only then you remember you haven’t put on pajamas yet. You’re laying there in the robe from your bath, and your towel is still wrapped around your hair. You pull the towel off and let your still somewhat wet hair free to fall onto the sides of your face. Finnick looks over at you and gives your shoulder another squeeze of encouragement. Him and his squeezes of encouragement.

You reach around for the remote before finding it and turning on some show you’ve never seen before. In the districts, you only really get Capitol news. It’s definitely nice for a change. You and Finnick watch whatever drama is unfolding on the screen, holding each other as tightly as possibly.

“What’s it like?” You mutter out against Finnick’s shoulder. His head perks up as he registers what you said. He stays quiet, probably because you weren’t specific enough. “As a victor, I mean.”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes closing as if he doesn’t want to tell you. Like it’s some sort of bad news your parents tell you when you’re ten. “It’s not as great as I make it seem.”

Your eyebrows raise. He always makes it seem like he’s living the dream out here. Money, jewels, fame, glory. He has it all. What could possibly be bad about being a victor?

“I want you to win. I really do, and I think you’re very capable of doing so but..” his words catch in the back of his throat. “I don’t want you to go through what I did.”

His expression is cold. He’s not even looking at you anymore, his gaze is fixated on the screen, but you know he’s not watching. It’s like watching him hold back tears with no tears to hold back. This time you give his shoulder a squeeze of encouragement. This makes him smile softly and return his stare towards you.

“It’s wonderful.. now. I do have money and jewels, fame and glory. But nothing in life is free.” His smile fades, and he brushes a piece of your wet hair behind your ear. He is so good at keeping you oblivious. It’s frustrating.

He pulls you in closer, his grip on your shoulder tightens. Your breathing grows faster. You can hear his heart beating in his chest, and it makes yours beat even faster. His hand starts to move towards your hair. He runs his fingers through your slowly, making sure not to tug too hard. Just three hours ago, you could’ve sworn he hated your guts. What is wrong with him?

All you can do is look over at him. You realize he’s staring at you, but he doesn’t look away. The look in his eyes is something to fear, that’s for sure. He has to be zoning out.. But he’s not. He turns his body to face yours, resting his free hand on your side. You’re dumbfounded. Star struck, even. You open your mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. Finnick smiles and caresses your jaw with his thumb. This seems oddly intimate, and you have zero experience in being intimate.

You want to pull away. You think. You’re frozen, a slave to his touch. You want to move, but you don’t. His fingertips dance across your hips and jaw. You start to believe he’s playing a trick on you. He wants to see how far you’re willing to go. Well, you’re not a quitter. That’s for sure.

Instead of your typical surprised expression, your face morphs into a confident smirk. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, in fact it does. Before you can wipe it away, Finnick presses his lips eagerly against your own. His tongue runs over the drop of blood, tasting the metallic substance mixed with your saliva. Jesus Christ.

His hands pull your face even closer, along with your body. Your robe is becoming loose, you feel the knot slipping slowly. Your hands are entangled in his golden hair, your eyes are closed so tightly. All you can focus on is how good he’s making you feel.

This is definitely wrong on some level, but when he’s touching and kissing you in all the right places, it seems to not matter. His lips begin to move downward. He places soft kisses on your jaw and neck. Once he reaches your collarbones, the kisses get more intense. He starts sucking dark purple hickeys and leaving discreet teeth marks on your fragile skin. He’s eager, but careful. As if your body is a porcelain doll and he’s the only one allowed to hold it. He’s so gentle yet abrasive.

Your muscles tense as you feel his hands travel down your waist and resting on your hips. You know his intentions. He’s not just kissing you in your bed while practically laying on top of you for nothing. He looks up at you, his sea green eyes pleading for you.

“Can I take off your robe?” He says softly. His voice seems safe now. Not infuriating. You give him a nod, but it’s not good enough for him. “I need to hear a yes.”

“Yes,” you say. And with that, he unties your robe in one swift motion. The sides of the robe fall off onto each side of your body, completely revealing everything. Obviously, since you just got out of the shower, there was nothing else underneath. Finnick observes every inch of your body before continuing to attack your chest with kisses.

It makes you smile. He’s so eager to make you feel good, and it makes you forget how you hated him moments before this. You feel his tongue trace the shape of your breasts, slowly making its way to your nipples. You’re quickly reminded just how bare you really are when Finnick licks a stripe up your nipple, his teeth catching on the bud. Your body tenses, and a chill runs down your spine. His hands move to your lower back, making you arch for him. You notice his smile at your helplessness.

You squeeze your legs together in a desperate attempt for any sort of relief. Your mouth drapes open as Finnick continues to tease you. Kissing everywhere, touching everywhere except the place you desire it most. Back to frustrating. You pull his head up by his hair to look him in the eyes. You’re pretty much begging with the look you’re giving, but Finnick still doesn’t think it’s enough.

He places another gentle kiss on your upper thigh, leaving his tongue to linger slightly longer. “Is there something you want, honey?” His voice was condescending yet so sweet to hear.

His words make you squirm, but the grip he has on your hips prevents you from going very far. You attempt to speak but all that escapes is a strangled moan you didn’t know was lurking in your throat. Finnick chuckles against your abdomen, causing your muscles to tense up. You realize quickly that he’s not going to resume his work until you give him an answer.

You roll your eyes at him to hide your embarrassment, like usual. He knows exactly what you want him to do. He knows exactly where you want to be touched. He just wants to hear you say it. “I wanna feel you, Finnick.”

Not good enough. He immediately refutes your statement.

“What do you want to feel, baby?” He places another kiss on your inner thigh. You can feel the throbbing sensation between your legs grow even more prominent when he calls you ‘baby.’ You can’t even form words; he just laughs at your struggling attempt.

“What about..” he begins. His fingers trail down the sides of your waist and stop at your hips. His calloused hands move forward to the front of your thighs, giving them a squeeze for good measure. “My tongue? You seem to be enjoying that so far.”

Fuck yes.

You throw your head back at the proposal. You would be laughing like a maniac if it weren’t for your inability to form words, which once again is not going too great for you. Finnick awaits an answer and the only thing coming out of your mouth is drool and moans.

Luckily, he starts to ease up on you. His hands find their way to your knees, spreading your legs apart as far as you’ll allow him. You feel so exposed in the best way possible. Finnick continues to leave sweet kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you on and on. You physically cannot take it anymore.

You grab Finnick by his hair, once again, and yank him forward. “If you don’t eat me out right now, you may never get the chance to. I would make your choice wisely and quickly.”

His eyes widen at your words, clearly surprised, but not unhappy. His sly smile creeps back onto his face as he licks a stripe between your folds. Your back immediately arches against his tongue. He takes the opportunity to grab the back of your thighs, allowing himself full control of your position.

You don’t resist whatsoever. As soon as his tongue is back inside you, tracing circles around your clit, everything fades away. He flicks his tongue over the same spot and a sharp moan echoes through the room. You come to the conclusion that it’s from you. Finnick chuckles softly. The cool air against your wet heat just makes you feel like you’re floating. And if he can’t tell how much you’re enjoying this by your body’s reaction, he can tell by the look on your face.

Finnick’s tongue continues to work its magic as your hands flail around for something to hold onto it. They end up grabbing onto the pillow and you’re surprised the whole train car can’t hear how loud you’re being. You swear no one else could make you feel this way. His tongue knows exactly where to go and what to do. You feel his hand move closer to your heat and it drives you crazy. His thumb moves slowly towards your clit, rubbing soft circles on it. Meanwhile, his tongue is prodding at your entrance. A loud moan escapes your lips as you attempt to focus on one thing at a time.

“Finn..” you whimper out. He pulls away from in between your legs, a mixture of juices dripping down his chin. He looks up at you, his chest heaving. He looks so good. Something about him looking so fucked out just manages to turn you on. “You look so fucking hot.”

A smile creeps up on his face at your words. He licks his lips and climbs up to meet your face. He places a soft kiss on your lips as a ‘thank you.’ You smile back and take the opportunity to give the obvious bulge in his pants a gentle squeeze. A groan leaves Finnick’s mouth and his hand makes its way back down to your pussy. He slips a finger in between your lips, flicking it over your clit again. Now you’re even.

You squeeze your legs together, making the pressure ten times more intense. You let out a soft whimper that seems to just push Finnick over the edge. He immediately pulls down his grey sweats, revealing his erection underneath a pair of black boxer briefs. You don’t even have to look twice to determine that’s gonna hurt.

You sit up and cross your legs to be face to face with him. You watch as he runs his fingers through his hair trying to determine what he wants to do next. His eyes flick back and forth between you and his dick before coming to a consensus.

“On your knees,” he smiles. You quickly scurry off the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You pull your hair into a tight ponytail and wetten your mouth, a smirk plastering your face. You allow him to pull down his boxers, his erection springing up towards his abdomen. The sight makes you ten times wetter.

You take Finnick’s cock into your hand, giving it a few strokes as beads of precum run down your hand. You can feel him throb in your hand and it makes you let out a small chuckle. He laughs too, not really understanding why.

You give the head a small kitten lick and watch as his face scrunches up in pleasure. You take the tip entirely into your mouth and Finnick lets out a loud groan. His hips begin to move slowly into your mouth. He makes sure not to go too fast or deep in case you can’t take it. You take at least two more inches to assure him you can.

You continue to bob your head up and down as his hips fuck the back of your throat. Whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you stroke eagerly with the hand that’s not grabbing onto Finnick’s thigh.

Tears well up in your eyes and drool drips down your mouth as he fucks deeper into it. His little groans and whimpers are all the encouragement you need. You just sit back and let him have his way with you, every now and then you hum, sending the most pleasurable vibrations through his body.

You can feel his climax near when his hips start to stutter and his movements become faster and more desperate. You move your hands to rest on his chest, rolling his nipples in between your fingers. This throws him completely over the edge, because quickly after, he’s cumming down your throat. You take him out of your mouth and swallow what’s left of his cum before standing up to give him a sweaty, teary, drooly, cummy kiss. His tongue explores your mouth tasting what remains of his cum and you can see a string of your saliva when the kiss is over.

Despite your incredible blowjob skills, he’s still eager to make you feel as amazing as he possibly can. He moves his hands down to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze of encouragement. You giggle and fall back onto the bed. The satin sheets feel so good underneath your hot skin, and Finnick looks so inviting.

You close your eyes and suddenly he’s gone. You search around for a moment until realizing he’s gone to get condoms. Smart man. Not giving me a choice. When he comes back, he slips on the condom with ease and gives his hand a small squirt of lubricant.

“Don’t think I’ll need much,” he says smirking. “You’re already soaking wet for me. Yes?”

You feel yourself throb in between your legs at his words. He is seriously driving you insane. You watch as he coats his cock with the lubricant and gives himself a couple lazy strokes.

You can’t even think of a response, so instead you just pull him down to kiss you. After a few moments you break the kiss. “Finnick..”

“Don’t wear it out,” he speaks slowly. You just can’t take your eyes off of how big he is. “You’ll be screaming it in a minute.”

You smile at his cocky response. You feel him line-up with your entrance. One of your hands is resting on his bicep, the other is tracing circles on your clit. You let out a soft moan as you feel his tip slowly slipping into you. You don’t understand how he could be this slow. He wants this just as bad as you do, why is he being such a tease?

Instead of pushing deeper, Finnick decides to just use the tip for now. You’re squirming and writhing underneath him, desperate for something more. Every time you look at his face, he looks like he’s in heaven. Finally, he slowly slides more into you. You can feel every vein pulsating inside you. It makes you clench around him, which earns a very strong moan from Finnick’s mouth.

Your thoughts are being clouded with Finnick. Every touch he makes, every breath he breathes. Everything is Finnick. He’s murmuring something under his breath, but you have zero clue what. Probably something along the lines of ‘you’re so fucking hot,’ or ‘I’ve been waiting so long for this.’

You watch as beads of sweat drip off his forehead and onto your stomach. You realize very quickly why he wanted to take it slow. As soon as he tries to push completely into you, he bottoms out. You tense up, surprised by the feeling. Finnick looks at you and back down at his dick once again. By the look on his face, you can tell he is not all the way in.

“Fuck, Finnick. I didn’t realize you were that big!” You groan partially in frustration and partially in pleasure as he rolls his hips in a circular motion. He just smirks in response. Despite the little bump in the road, Finnick continues his shallow thrusts. He’s more careful now, he doesn't want to hurt you and now it’s become very easy to do so. You let out a loud whimper at his movements, angled to hit your g-spot with every little movement. Unfortunately for you, he’s still taking his sweet time.

He can sense your neediness. It’s driving him crazy. He starts to move slightly faster, but he’s still trying to savor the moment. Your back arches whenever he hits your sweet spot, which is pretty often. Your legs start to shake from using them to keep yourself up. Finnick notices and immediately pulls out and picks you up. This takes you by surprise and you flush a bright pink color.

“I wanna make sure you’re comfortable, how do you wanna lay?” His voice is soft and sweet. It’s crazy how fast his tone can switch between dominant and demanding to soft and caring.

You bite your lip and wrap your arms around his neck. “Can I ride you?”

That’s not the answer Finnick was expecting. He nods eagerly and flips the two of you around. Now he’s laying on the bed, and you're sitting on top of him. You line him up with your hole and sink down slowly onto him once again. Once he bottoms out, you start to move your hips in a circle. Finnick’s hands fly to your waist, guiding your movement. He watches as you ride him, tits bouncing directly in his face. He is surely the luckiest man alive.

His groans grow louder and more frequent, and your movements become faster and harder. His hands move to cup your ass, giving it a couple slaps as you bounce on his cock. You clench around him every time and it makes him so horny it hurts.

Finnick flips you over once more, wrapping your legs around his neck. His thrusts are much more powerful now. They’re aiming to hit your spot and it’s so good. His hands are fondling with your tits, pinching your nipples as his thrusts grow faster. His other hand is fixated on your clit, rubbing it just hard enough to make your back arch and leave scratch marks on Finnick’s biceps.

You can hear his breath faltering and his thrusts become sloppy. He’s whispering words to you, but you can’t quite comprehend exactly what he’s saying. Loud moans are leaving your mouth, but you can’t hear anything besides the slaps of your ass against Finnick’s hips, and his groans.

You feel his hand get faster, giving your clit just the right amount of attention it needs to feel your climax bubbling up in your lower stomach. You clench around him in response, and that’s what pushes him over the edge.

He pounds into you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot over and over again until you can’t take it. Your moans have become broken cries as tears flow from your eyes. The only words you can form are ‘Finnick’ and ‘faster.’ It doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to reach its peak. Your body tightens completely, causing Finnick to release with you. He cums with a loud moan, even though your senses are still clouded from seeing stars, you can assume it was probably a drawn out ‘fuck.’

You pull him closer as his body collapses into yours. You give him another kiss before pulling the used condom off of him and tossing it into the trash bin. He gives you a weak smile as he breathes in your scent.

“You were amazing,” he mumbles against the crook of your neck. You pull the comforter over the two of you and close your eyes.

“You were perfect,” you respond smiling. He gives you another kiss on the cheek since he can’t stand not having his lips on you. The reality of your situation sets in very quickly. You’re about to be in the Hunger Games and you’ve just accidentally fucked your mentor. Accidentally may be a stretch.

You look over at Finnick, somehow putting your emotions aside. You give him a sad smile and place a soft kiss directly onto his lips. It confuses him, but he doesn’t question it. You’re clearly in a vulnerable state and he doesn’t want to pry too much.

You look into his eyes for far too long. The beautiful sea-green color that completely encapsulates the beauty of the ocean. You realize far too late how you really feel about Finnick Odair. The worst part is…

The clock just struck seven.

#finnick odair #finnick x reader #the hunger games #finnick x y/n #finnick fanfic #fanfic #smut #thg finnick #alternate universe #light angst

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wanda-maximoff-enthusiast · 2 years

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~Hurry now, angel~

Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Summary: Prince Caspian is in serious danger, and must flee Telmar as fast as possible. However, there is no way he is leaving without his beloved, (Y/N).

Warnings: angsty angsty angst, Cassy being in danger, mentions of death, killing, but little hints of wholesomeness.

A/N: My girlfriend has had to put up with my Caspian obsession for too long, so I'm writing this to shut myself up <3

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(Y/N), being the Princess of Telmar, had expected to wake up to an extravagant breakfast, or the sun's gentle rays peaking through her curtains, or perhaps her lover's skilled hands caressing her hair. It was not greed, it was just what she was used to.

What she wasn't used to, however, was being violently shaken awake by Dr Cornelius, mumbling something hurried and upset.

She had shot out of bed, still half asleep, and threw on a simple ebony gown, when Caspian had rushed in, pressing kisses to the top of her head as well as muffled apologies.

"Caspian, darling, whatever is going on?"

He sighed, grabbing his wife's daggers for her and stuffing them into a small satchel.

"My aunt, sweetheart, she's had her child." "And?" Caspian went quiet for a moment, never ceasing his fast movements.

"Cass, what does your aunt giving birth have to do with the fact that you've woken me up and started frantically shoving things into that satchel?" He didn't speak, instead placing the bag around her shoulders and ushering her out of the room. He was still silent when they were running down the corridors hand-in-hand before (Y/N) yanked him to the wall, eyes blazing.

"Prince Caspian either you tell me what on earth is going on or I swear I will-" "A boy, dearest, it's a boy." "Cass… your uncle-" "He wants me dead."

She stopped speaking then, wrapping her arms around his neck as a signal of apologetic emotion. He kissed her gently before pulling away and dragging her down the hall.

"Hurry now, angel." He said, accent thick and sultry. "Because the last thing I want is for us to be spotted and killed on the spot.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wrote this at like 1am, might finish it after, lemme know if you like it so I know to continue it

#prince caspian #prince caspian x reader #prince caspian x y/n #the chronicles of narnia #ben barnes x reader #narnia #narnia x reader #obsessed with ben barnes #obsessed with this man

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carnationworld-writings · 1 year

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Lay all your love on me (Caspian x fem!reader)

To read my other works, check my MASTERLIST !

Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 2103

Requested: Yes, by so wonderful annon 💜

Warnings: poor try at writing smut! IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 DO NOT READ IT, PLEASE!

Mention of fingering, p in v, losing of virginity, body fluids

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: Where Caspian help her understand her needs.

Journey on the Dawn Treader was something she dreamed about, and Caspian was more than happy to make it happen. Not long before their wedding, he decided to show her The Lone Islands. She loved every minute on the ship, and the crew was very kind. What she hadn’t expected were all the feelings that Caspian awoke in her. It started with small gestures - he always tried to bring her a snack or drink that she liked. She began to notice every gentle touch - on her hands or the small of her back when he helped to keep her steady. But what happened in the morning left her extremely confused.

One morning they watched the sunrise, and Caspian wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to rest against his chest. He gently caressed her arms to make her warmer. He whispered sea stories straight to her ear, and his hot breath leaned against the skin on her neck. She felt gooseflesh on her skin and the heat coming to her cheeks. Her heartbeat was so fast and loud that she only hoped he didn’t feel or hear that. But what was the strangest was feeling inside her belly and even lower. She felt that heat in her intimate parts, and embarrassment took over her. She didn’t know what was happening to her body, and her mind was occupied by him. She wanted him to hold her, to touch her, but it all seemed to be wrong. Flushed, she quickly tried to compose herself and tried to find an excuse to leave. She saw the confusion on his face, but he didn’t say a word. She tried to hide as much as she could the whole day - she would say she was needed somewhere. But it was too hard to do in such a limited space. Too soon for her, he knocked on the door of her cabin. She opened the door and bit her lower lip at the sight of him, especially at the worried look on his face. She moved gently to allow him to come into the room.

“How do you feel?” He watched her closely, standing with his hands behind his back.

“I’m… I am alright, Caspian.” She tried to smile, knowing he didn’t believe her words.

“I was worried about you… You seemed so distant… I… Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, Caspian. Of course, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She came closer and touched his elbow, making him move his hands to gently touch her arms. She looked down at it, and the heat came to her cheeks. “I… Oh, it’s so embarrassing!” She moved to her bed, sitting down and hiding her face in her hands. She heard him moving closer and bending before her. “I shouldn’t be thinking about it, let alone talking about it.” She whispered, and he was even more confused.

“Love, what’s going on in your pretty head?” His hand brushed her knee, and she looked at him. In that second, she felt like she could drown in his eyes, and a sense of security came into her heart. “You can tell me everything.”

“I’m not sure how to describe it. Every time… every time you are close to me, my heart starts beating like it wants to jump from my chest. Even the smallest touch made my skin burn in such a delicious way. It made me shiver to my bones. It made my belly feel like thousands of butterflies had a battle there, and the worst thing is… That it all made me want more.” She ended with a whisper, feeling tears coming to her eyes. She felt the heat warming her cheeks and was afraid to look up at Caspian. She felt him taking her face into his hands, and then what surprised her, she saw him smiling. He quickly kissed her forehead, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.

“It’s completely all right, love. It’s nothing wrong.” His thumb gently whipped that one tear.

“It’s not?” She looked up with hope, and he only smiled wider.

“No, my dear. I believe that it’s completely normal. It’s how your body lets you know it’s attracted to me. And... I must say that I feel the same way as you. I won’t even count how many times I needed cold baths.” He chuckled, looking down for a few seconds. “It’s natural to feel that. Intimacy is not only about the conception of a child. It’s also about pleasure.”

“Could you… Could you show me? I know that we are not married yet. But I trust you. And I know that we would not change our plans for it.”

“There is no power in any world that would make me not want to marry you. And it’s not even two weeks before it will happen, right?” She finally smiled, even if her shyness didn’t go away.

“That’s right.” She put her hand over his and squeezed it. “So, will you show me how to change this lust into pleasure?” Caspian felt his own arousal grow stronger at her words, and it took everything from him to not take her at that moment.

“I will do everything in my power to do it.” He gently changed his position to sit next to her, looking directly into her eyes. “But you need to promise me something. You will tell me if something will make you uncomfortable if you don’t like something. It’s about you, and I need to know that you will feel good.”

“I promise, Cas. I will tell you.” Her words were full of trust and innocence, and he couldn’t stop himself any longer. He leaned down and connected their lips, kissing her deeper and stronger than ever. He heard her soft gasp of shock, but her body went closer to his, and her hand tangled in his hair. He felt how her body melted against his when his fingers started to trace her soft curves. His lips were leaving wet kisses down her throat, making her suck on air. He saw her breasts, squeezed by a corset, rising heavily with her every breath. Caspian looked into her eyes when one of his hands touched the lace of her corset.

“Can I?” She nodded, and he helped her to stand up. She turned around, and he slowly started to untie the laces, placing small kisses on every new part of her body he saw. When she turned again to look at his face, he saw her pupils were dilated. She took her hand, which held the dress against her chest and allowed it to fall around her feet.

“Caspian, may I… undress you?” He smiled widely at her.

“You may do whatever you want, love.” She smiled and moved closer to him, pressing her lips against his, reaching to his belt. She carefully undid it and held the shirt. They parted, and with his help, she took it off him. She stopped her hand from touching his bare chest, but he took it and placed it on his skin with an encouraging smile. She could feel his strong heartbeat under her fingers. Her touch was like the touch of a feather when she tried to learn his body. She shivered when she pressed a small kiss above his heart and stopped her hand on his trousers. At his nod, with shaking hands, she untied it. They fell on the floor, and he watched her face when she took a look over his whole body. He noticed a shade of fear on her face.

“Dove, is everything all right?” He gently took her face in his hands and made her look at him.

“I… Will it hurt?” He caressed her cheeks.

“It might be a little painful. But I will try to prepare you, so it shouldn’t be bad. If you have changed your mind, it’s alright. We don’t need to do anything.”

“I want it. I really do. I didn’t expect it to be so big.” She whispered, and he couldn’t stop his chuckles. “Don’t laugh at me, Caspian. You better help me with my chemise.” She smiled widely, but in her eyes, he still noticed her shyness. He kissed her deeply, but his hands ghosted over her body. In a few movements, she stood naked before him. Before he looked down, he stole a few more kisses, trying to make her relax a little more.

“Oh my… Dove, you are so beautiful. Magnificent.” With one look at her face, he moved his hand over her side, watching gooseflesh rising under his fingers. The heat flashed on her face, and he kissed her shortly once more. “Let’s move to the bed, alright?”

Caspian helped her lay down and took place beside her. She was hungry for his kisses, and it was starvation he happily wanted to satisfy. His hand gently massages her body - through her breasts, tummy to her hips. He observed her reactions and told her what his next step would be. With satisfaction rising in his chest, he saw she tried to press her body closer to him. After his hands, there came his lips. The soft moans and breaths left her mouth when he kissed her neckline and breasts. She gasped when he finally touched that sweet point between her legs, slowly massaging it. She bit her lips at the newfound pleasure that blossomed in her abdomen. He tried to distract her as much as he could when he carefully started preparing her with his finger, adding one more after a few moments. She was everything he could think about - her gasps, moans, how breath caught in her chest. He loved how she squeezed her hands against the bedsheet and his arms, how her body mindlessly wanted to be close to him, and how she clenched against his fingers. However, his favourite thing was watching her falling apart under him when she reached her climax. He kissed her neck, letting her catch her breath, and he couldn’t stop smiling when he heard her mumbling his name.

“I’ve got you, love. I’m here.” Caspian whispered lovingly, kissing her face when she came down. “Do you think you are ready for more, love? You still want it?”

“Yes. I want it all, Caspian. Please.” He was painfully ready for her, so he moved between her tights, helping her to open for him. Once again, he distracted her with kisses when he took his member in hand and collected her wetness with it. And then, ever so slowly, he slid it over her folds, stopping immediately at her soft cry. He whispered sweet nothings, kissing everywhere he could only reach, making her focus on anything but discomfort. He buried himself fully inside her and let her get used to this stretching. At her request, he started moving into her, talking her through the act. With his compliments, he made her giggle. He praised her and worshipped her. He made her feel comfortable and loved. He pulled out his member from her warm centre and finished with a groan on her belly. She felt his muscles convulsing under her fingers, so she gently massaged his scalp, holding him close with another hand. When he finally looked at her, she was smiling widely and truly. She touched his cheek and brushed away some of his hair that fell down. They breathed heavily from their activities, but relaxation was sneaking into their bodies. She couldn’t stop smiling, and she kissed him lovingly.

“Will we do it again, please? Maybe not now, but when we rest a little?” He chuckled, kissing her again.

“Whenever you want, how much you want, love.” He kissed the top of her nose, and she smiled.

“Wonderful!” She bit her lip, gently caressing his cheek.

“Now let me clean you up a little, and then we can take a nap if you want.”

“I would love to.” He smiled at her and kissed her, making her breathless again. She couldn’t stop her giggles watching him stand up and come to the vanity table, where he poured water into a bowl and wet a towel. He came to her again and started cleaning her out, minding her sensitive body. It probably became one of the most treasured moments of his life for him - seeing her with flushed cheeks, trying to hide a smirk behind her hand. To be able to see that look in her eyes for the rest of his life, he could kill, but now he made sure that she was comfortable and she knew how much he loved her.

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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maremartinelli · 1 month

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LIKE YOU'VE DONE BEFORE

Edmund Pevensie X Fem!reader

Summary: In which Edmund becomes jealous of the friendship that Y/n has with Caspian and ends up saying nasty things. Which results in a much bigger problem.

Words: 4K+

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of betrayal, drowning, swearing, injuries and a cute happy ending.

Author: Always remembering that English is not my first language, I apologize for any spelling errors that may be in the story. And I'm sorry, I got carried away and wrote four thousand words.But the plot is good, have fun!!!

MASTERLIST

Y/n and Edmund were already friends when they went to the professor's house to escape the war. And it was also there when they were able to travel to Narnia for the first time, and despite everything they went through, they had each other for support.

After defeating the White Queen and becoming kings and queens of Narnia, Ed and Y/n's friendship began to take a different direction. They were both more than in love with each other and everyone knew it, but they were so oblivious that they didn't notice the signs they were giving.

A few years passed and courage came along with maturity and they confessed the feelings they felt for each other. It didn't take long for Edmund to ask Y/n to marry him and they got married.

However, after 1 year of marriage, Y/n and the Pevensies brothers ended up returning to the real world, in which they were still children.

And after long conversations, Y/n and Edmund returned to their relationship status and became boyfriends again. Because well, it wasn't the most common thing for pre-teens to be married, like that from one day to the next - despite having spent years in Narnia.

The years in the real world passed, Edmund and Y/n were happy with their relationship. They both studied at the same school, they had returned home, everything was going very well. Until a call comes and drags them to Narnia again.

After much searching for why they were there, they meet Prince Caspian who ends up telling them everything that was happening in the world.

Days passed and the ancient kings and queens had formed an army of soldiers together with Caspian, to prevent any type of threat that the Telmarines could send.

At the moment, Edmund and Y/n were sitting on top of the cave in which they were 'hiding'.

The 16-year-old girl was swinging her legs, while Edmund was behind them, with his arms around her waist and his head resting on his left shoulder.

"What would have happened if we hadn't returned to our world the first time we came here?" Edmund asks, while looking at the horizon together with Y/n.

The sun was still very high, but as it was autumn, the sun's rays did not provide adequate heat.

Y/n shifts a little and puts her hands where Ed's were.

"Honestly?? I don't know. But one thing is for sure, we wouldn't be here to help Caspian with the Telmarines." Edmund rolls his eyes when he mentions the prince's name. It wasn't like he hated the man. But lately he was with Y/n a lot and that was making the brunette jealous. "I don't think I could live 1300 years to be here" The girl jokes and Edmund smiles.

He places a kiss on the girl's shoulder and turns his head to look at his girlfriend.

"Since we're here, we should go for a walk. Peter said that later--" Ed can't finish, as someone is calling Y/n's name downstairs.

“Y/N!!” The person looks up and waves at the two.

"Can't this idiot see that you're busy?" Edmund spoke quietly, just to himself.

"CASPIAN, HI!!" Y/n waves from above, as she takes Edmundo's hands off her waist and prepares to get up. "I had agreed with Caspian that I would help him train with the sword." She smiles at Edmund, who now had a frown as he looked down at Caspian, as the Prince spoke to Reepicheep.

"Shouldn't we go for a walk now?" Ed turns his head to Y/n, but he was still in his place. Meanwhile, Y/n took her sword and placed it next to her waist and tied her hair in a high ponytail.

"I'm sorry. I'll see you later" The girl leans over and places a quick kiss on her boyfriend's cheek and walks towards the stairs.

Edmund turns forward again and sighs deeply, as he sees his girlfriend approach Caspian downstairs and laugh at something he said.

It's not like Edmund is a man with insecurities. On the contrary, he had a gigantic ego and loved to tease Y/n with it. Which made the girl roll her eyes and say that he was a man with very high self-esteem. But ever since Caspian showed up and formed a friendship with Y/n, he felt inferior to the prince.

There was even one night where Y/n was talking to Caspian about the war that was brewing and Edmund found himself thinking how well the two of them suited each other.

If Y/n knew this, she could spank her boyfriend and tell him to never think about it again. He was hers, and she would always be his. There was nothing and no one that could make the two separate.

But Edmund didn't know.

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Hours had passed and if they were to calculate the time with the position of the sun, they could say that it was already past 4 in the afternoon.

Edmund was inside with Lucy, Susan and Peter while the three talked about strategies against Miraz. Ed's mind wasn't fully in the conversation, Y/n and Caspian hadn't yet returned from training and this was causing different paranoias that his mind invented.

"Edmund? Are you okay?" Lucy asks and the other two brothers turn their heads to look at the boy too.

"Yes, yes. Of course" he says shaking his head and smiling fakely.

"So what did Peter just say?"

"Something about you and Susan going to the forest later" Edmund says and Lucy nods and returns to the conversation with her older brothers.

No more minutes pass and Edmund can hear Y/n's voice fill his ears, followed by Caspian's laughter. Which made the Righteous King roll his eyes slightly.

"I'm glad you're here!! I wanted to talk to you" Peter says as Y/n and the Prince approached them.

Y/n smiles and approaches Edmund to wrap his arm around Ed's.

It was no secret that Y/n's love actor was physical touch. Whenever she could, she hooked her arms with Edmund's, or just her little fingers. Kisses were also exchanged, on the corner of the mouth, on the cheek, on the neck, on the hand. She and Ed were in love with each other and never failed to show it to the public.

However, this time, when Y/n approached him to touch him, he shied away. At the moment, Y/n didn't notice and so didn't try to make contact with him again, she was paying attention to what Peter was telling her. However, Susan and Lucy observed their younger brother's action and exchanged glances.

"As I had for my brothers, we will leave in the morning to go to Miraz's camp, while Edmund goes to meet him to send a message, Caspian and Y/n try to get as much equipment as they can from their army. Ok?" Peter finishes and Y/n nods while the others respond that everything is fine.

"It was just that?" Edmund asks and Peter nods. "Okay, I'm leaving" he says in a serious tone and leaves the room. Leaving, Peter and Caspian talking, while Y/n frowned and watched her boyfriend leave the large space. Therefore, Susan and Lucy exchanged glances again.

"What was this?" Y/n turns to her sisters-in-law and asks.

Lucy shrugs. As if to say he didn't know either.

"We don't know. The moment you arrived and went close to him, Lucy and I saw that he escaped. But after that, I think there is something wrong with him" Susan says worriedly.

"I saw him leave, but I didn't want to say anything." Y/n speaks. "We were much earlier. I'm going to see what's going on!!" Y/n smiles at her sisters-in-law before moving.

"Lucy and I are going to get ready to leave. Let us know anything, ok?" Susan puts a hand on her sister-in-law's shoulder and she smiles.

"Okay. And you guys take care!!" Y/n says and smiles at them, so Susan and Lucy leave the room too.

"So?? Do you want to train more or enough classes for today?" Caspian asks as soon as Peter starts talking to his troops.

"I think today is fine. I'm going to check on Eds. He's been acting strange since we arrived" Y/n says and Caspian nods positively.

"Okay. Go check on your husband" he smiles kindly.

Y/n furrows her eyebrows and smiles.

"How do you know Ed and I were married?" She puts her hands in the back pocket of her pants and questions Caspian with a smile.

"Well, I had to do some research before they called you guys to help me." He says raising his arms in surrender. "They were murderers and they were at my uncle's side"

Y/n rolls her eyes smiling.

"Really. It's always good to do some research like that beforehand" She laughs and then walks away a little. "See you later, Caspian"

He raises a hand as a way of saying goodbye and Y/n leaves and goes to where Edmund could be.

After looking for him in every room, the last place he could be is up there. Where was he with her earlier?

Once there, Edmund had his feet on the edge and threw some pebbles he found on the ground beside him.

"Eds, is everything okay? You walked out of the room strangely just now. And well, these last few days you've been acting really strangely too. Is something going on?" Y/n asks as she bends down and places her hands on his shoulders.

He shrugs his shoulders and Y/n removes his hands and looks at Ed, while sitting next to him.

"It's okay...I guess" he says quietly.

"Ed...I know when something is going on with you. I've known you since I was little, we were married and dating for years. You can trust me." She tries to get closer to him, but he removes his hand before she can put it on.

“Yes, that’s the problem Y/n!!” He turns quickly, making Y/n jump. "I can trust you, I've known you for years. The way you know me, I know you, but it's not happening anymore. These meetings of yours with Caspian all early in the morning and late in the afternoon are driving me crazy." He gets up and Y/n looks at him scared.

Which ends up causing her to get up too and start to question what he was trying to say.

"Edmund?? What are you insinuating with that??" Y/n says seriously. "You mean I'm seeing Caspian because I can have a secret romance with him??? IS THAT?" Y/n freaks out. How in years could he think that of her?!

“IT’S Y/N, EXACTLY THAT!!” He screams and opens his arms briefly. Which made Y/n's eyes start to form tears in the corner of them. "You spend so much time with him, I feel like you're putting our relationship aside. I know we're in a possible war, but spending time with your boyfriend doesn't kill anyone."

"Are you listening to what you're saying?? It seems like you don't trust me and our relationship" she says with some tears falling.

"How can I trust?? When we were Kings and Queens of Narnia, you ran away from your marriage to the prince of Calormania to be with me. What guarantee do I have, that you are not doing this again to be with Caspian and me?" drop??" Edmund says loudly and turns to see Y/n, realizing what had said, his eyes widen.

Y/n stands ecstatic in place. Immobile, statue. His brain was replaying all the words Ed will just say.

What guarantee do I have that you're not doing this again to get Caspian and dump me??

Was that what he thought of her?? If she had done it once, could she do it again? With him?? Love of your life?!!

"Y/n, I don't..." He tries to say but she cuts him off in the middle of the sentence.

"Is that what you think about me, Edmund??" Tears fall violently from the girl's eyes. "Do you think that if I did it once I can do it again?? Do you think I have a chance of leaving you?? You are insulting me, as if I were capable of that. You know very well how I feel about this matter. It's the same thing about you!! Would you like me to say that you have a chance of betraying your brothers again?? I NEVER INSIGNED THAT TO YOU. HOW COULD EDMUND BE ABLE TO DO THAT??" Y/n practically screams, as she turns to leave.

"Y/n, that's not what I was saying. You know--" he follows her up the stairs and outside.

"SHUT UP" She screams. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP" she screams desperately, making Peter, who was inside, listen. "Leave me alone" Y/n says before walking away and leaving Edmund crying.

Peter runs out and finds Edmund kneeling on the floor crying desperately, while running his hands through his hair.

"Ed, what happened??" Peter approaches his brother. “I heard Y/n screaming.” With this sentence, Edmund cries more.

Peter helps his brother to cheer himself up, as he stood up and looked around to see if Y/n was nearby.

The sun was starting to set and he didn't want anyone outside the perimeters they had established. If not, it would be certain death if it was disarming.

Peter had even thought about sending some of his soldiers to go after Y/n, but he knew that she and Edmund had a fight and she needed to cool down.

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Night had already fallen and hours had passed, and Y/n still hadn't returned.

Looking around the perimeter, one of the soldiers had informed Peter, Caspian and Edmund that one of the horses had gone missing. Which led the three of them to think that Y/n had gone riding to try and distract her mind.

"Alright, me and a few others will go after Queen Y/n. In the meantime, you guys stay here in case she shows up." Peter says.

"I'll go along" Edmund says, getting up from a rock he was sitting on.

Reepicheep jumps on Edmund's shoulder and slaps him on the head.

"aww!!"

"You stay here. I heard your fight and I know the last person she wants to see is you. Sit there now!!" He says harshly and Edmund obeys.

Caspian lowers his head and hides as Edmund glares deadly at him.

"Should we inform Susan and Lucy too??" Caspian says, as he looked at King Peter now.

"They must be very far away now. But we will find Y/n before they even ask if everything is okay here." Peter tries to think positively.

With that, Peter and 3 other soldiers from his troops left to go in search of Y/n who was now probably lost in the forest. Thus leaving Caspian, Edmund and Reepicheep inside.

"Look..." Caspian starts saying and Edmund looks at him. "I probably know that the fight started because of me..."

"...I'm glad you know..." Edmund rolls his eyes.

"And I really didn't want to have caused it. I never looked at her or thought about anything more than our friendship. She's a sweet, gentle, companionable girl. Before I called you to Narnia again, I found out that you were married and had a beautiful relationship before this, it was never my intention to separate one from the other. I also know how much she loves you, in our first trainings, she couldn't stop talking about how you trained her in Cair Paravel. Her eyes filled with love and passion when" Caspian he finishes and gives Edmund a friendly smile, before leaving and leaving him alone.

And when he realized the positive words Caspian gave him, Edmund burst into tears again.

And meanwhile, Peter and the soldiers were in the dense forest looking for Y/n. The current of the river that passed by them was so violent that it made a giant noise.

"KING PETER, I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING" Oreius says louder than Peter could hear.

With that, The Magnificent King and the others approach where Oreius was. Only to see Y/n's horse lying dead on the riverbank, with some arrows in its belly and Y/n trapped between some rocks in the river, also with an arrow shot in her left arm.

“Holy shit, Y/n!!” Peter exclaims desperately as he gets off the horse and runs to the water to get her out.

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After pulling Y/n out of the water, Peter and the troops ran to where they were camping so he could go to one of his soldiers who could save her.

The Queen was in terrible condition, and if there was no one who had medical experience, the end would be near.

Not even Lucy's bottle could help, since she and Susan had left for a mission and if they were to call them now to come back, Y/n would already be gone.

Arriving at the place where they were, Peter gets off the horse with Y/n in his arms and runs to the main room. Thus asking Oreius to call someone from his troops with medical experience to help his sister-in-law.

“Y/N!?” Edmund runs towards his brother and his girlfriend, while Peter placed Y/n lying on the floor.

"We found her in the river trapped in some rocks. We don't know how long she was there, but she was hit by an arrow and that probably caused her to fall off her horse and drown in the water." Peter explains and Edmund tried to do mouth to mouth breathing with her, so that she would come back to life.

"Has anyone called a specialist yet??" Edmund speaks loudly and they nod their heads in agreement.

Before long, Oreius arrived with a fellow soldier who said she already had experience with this type of trauma and had already managed to save some.

"Excuse me" Fabieni - the minotaur, approaches Y/n's body and begins to carry out the procedures with the equipment available there.

King Peter asked to empty the room and leave only those most useful. So as not to disturb Fabieni in the rescue process.

Caspian nodded and was about to leave with the others, when he felt a hand pull his forearm.

"Y-you can stay" Caspian looks back and sees Edmund with his eyes full of tears.

Caspian smiles slightly and nods.

Peter, Caspian, Edmund and Oreius were further away from Y/n's body, so as not to disturb Fabieni in the process.

There were a few minutes of Fabieni giving Y/n cardiac massage and examining the arrow wound on her arm, before stopping and looking down. Which left Edmund distressed.

"What happened?? What's going on??" Edmund gets up and approaches Y/n's body.

"I've tried everything... But we don't know exactly how long she was in the water, and we don't know how deep the arrow could be in her chest. And if we pull it out and there's a hemorrhage, we don't have any equipment that can save her." la. Your pulse is also very weak...I'm sorry, King Edmund..." Fabieni says before getting up and being guided by Oreius out of the room.

Edmundol lowers himself onto Y/n's body and begins to cry desperately. Peter also had some tears in his eyes when he approached his brother.

"Ed...did you hear Fabieni...come on brother, there's nothing--"

"NO!!" Edmund screams and starts giving Y/n a cardiac massage, while interspersing with mouth-to-mouth breathing. "I'm not going to let Y/n go away like this. There's something. Someone call Susan and Lucy here again, Lucy has that bottle that can help and--"

"They're very far away at these times, Ed" Peter tries to put his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"NO, GET UP AND DO SOMETHING. I'M NOT GOING TO LET MY WIFE DIE HERE!!" Edmund screams and goes back to doing cardiac massage.

What he didn't know was that right when Peter went after Y/n, Caspian had called them by trumpet and they would probably already be nearby.

"Peter, come here..." Caspian calls the supreme king and they both leave the room, to leave Edmund alone and Caspian to talk to Peter about what he had already done.

"Come on, Y/n" Edmund squeezed Y/n's chest, so that her pulse increased. "Come back to me, baby." He cries, almost losing his strength but never giving up on her. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, it's all my fault. You know I love you so much and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. But I feel like I hurt your heart with those disgusting words I screamed at you. So please come back to me." Edmund cries as he says it. "If you don't want to be with me anymore, that's fine, but please. Come back to life"

Edmund spent around 40 minutes doing cardiac massage until the queens arrived.

"Where is she, where is she?" Lucy runs into the room. "Edmund!!"

"Lucy!!"

"Caspian called us a few hours ago, we didn't know what it was but we came as quickly as possible" Susan explains as she approaches her younger brother.

Edmund looks at Caspian and tries to smile.

He made a mental note to thank Caspian after this was all over.

"Come Ed, let Lúcia take care of it now" Peter calls his brother and wraps him in a hug, while Edmund looked at his girlfriend's body, almost devoid of color and life.

Lucy bent down next to Y/n's body with the bottle and checked her pulse. Thus, standing next to your sister-in-law's glass without making any movement or putting a drop from the bottle in her mouth

"Lucy, why are you standing there?? Do something!!" Edmund asks, trying to get out of his older brother's arms.

Meanwhile, Susan, Caspian, Oreius and reepicheep were further away.

"I need her heartbeat to stop so I can put the liquid in her. We don't know what will happen if I ingest it in her, when she still has life. Even if it's minimal" Lucy says and then checks her pulse.

It doesn't take long for Lucy to place her sister-in-law's arm on the floor and turn to her brothers.

"The pulse is gone" she says and Edmund starts to cry. "Now we just have to pray for it to take effect" Lucy says while shaking and putting a drop of the liquid in her sister-in-law's mouth and taking the arrow out of her chest, thus pressing it so that there is no bleeding.

Seconds and minutes passed and nothing was back to normal.

Edmund leaves Peter's side and approaches Y/n.

"Why isn't it working??" He asks desperately and Lucy gets up, now with some tears in her eyes.

Had she arrived too late??

Edmund looks at Y/n and caresses his girlfriend/wife's pale cheek.

"Y/n, please...come back to me" a tear falls from Ed's eye and lands on the girl's face. Thus making her open her eyes and start coughing.

Ed helps her get up to spit out the water that was still in the girl's throat.

"It's okay, it's okay" Ed says as she spits out all the water and cries.

"Ed..." She wraps her arms around his neck and puts her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said all those words. I was so scared of losing you, that I almost made it happen. It's still my fault." He cries.

"I'm here. I'm fine!! I don't plan on leaving your life, I never have" Y/n whispers.

"Please do not leave me."

"Never, darling.

Author: Just to explain, the Fabieni described in the story does not exist in the films. I only created her to have a role as a doctor, so as not to get lost without someone specialized in the health field there in this story.

#fanfiction #y/n #romance #marriage #lovers #edmund pevensie #imagines #imagines edmund pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #narnia #peter pevensie #king and queen

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depressedbagpipe · 2 years

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Bagpipe's Masterlist

Welcome to the weird world of a 23-year-old with ADHD and too little time on her hands!

Started: 07/23/2022 Last updated: 03/08/2024

If you wish to be added to the General Taglist, interact with this post. If you wish to be added to any specific Taglist, just ask :)

ao3, wattpad, about me

Rants Requests [open atm]

Current Works:

"Blackbird to Robin, do you copy?" (Billy Russo x original female character) [The Punisher AU]

Ka-Chaow (Charles Leclerc x fem!reader) [F1]

Golden (King Caspian x fem!reader) [The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader] [Part II of Silver]

A Heartrender's Fire (Tolya Yul-Bataar x ofc) [Shadow and Bone: Season 2]

Finished Works:

Silver (Prince Caspian x fem!reader) [The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian]

Enchanted (Prince Caspian x you) [The Chronicles of Narnia AU] <short story>

The Freak and the Jedi (Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader) [Stranger Things: Season 4]

Future Works:

That's Sir Gwaine to you (Sir Gwaine x fem!Pendragon!reader) [BBC Merlin] Webbed Hearts (Peter Parker x fem!reader) [Spider-Man Universe]

General Taglist: @angiewhoohooo, @azaleaniath, @mishaandthebrits, @celestialcharles, @idohknow

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serpentthecrow · 2 years

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Introduction

Hi! So, since I am getting into writing, I thought I might introduce myself a bit more!

So, to begin with, my name is Orion,Orie in short and I use they/she pronouns and I am queer! I live in Central Europe, and I am a student!

As for my writing, my requests are open 24/7. I am working on some requests rn, thank u btw, I will greatly appreciate your ideas/thoughts.(you can text me even with smh not related to fics) I write for the fandoms I know :) here are some I can think of:

~Grishaverse (Grisha trilogy, Six of crows duology,didn't finish king of scars yet. Nikolai, Alina, the darkling, Genya, David, Nina, Matthias, Kaz, Inej, Jesper, Wylan)

~The Sandman (Dream, Hob Gadling, desire, the Corinthian)

~Good omens (Crowley and Aziraphale- x reader pairing or crowley x Aziraphale. Polly relationship included.)

~The last of us (hbo) (Joel Miller, Tommy Miller, platonic!Ellie)

~Wednesday (Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, principal Wheems)

~Harry Potter (both golden and marauders era as well as Fantastic beasts) ( most characters)

~Marvel: (MCU) (most characters)

~ X- men (Professor X, Magneto, Mystique, Wolverine, Hank Mccoy, Peter Maximoff)

-DC : suicide squad 2016 (most characters), The Batman (both battinson and Bale!batman)

~Star wars (Obi wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Han solo, Princess Leia, Ben solo, Din Djarin)

~Top gun Maverick (Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Robert 'Bob' Floyd, Natasha 'phoenix' Trace.)

~ The Chronicles of Narnia (movies) (the kings and queens, prince Caspian)

~Howl's moving castle (Howl Jenkins Pendragon)

- games! For example:

Resident Evil (Leon S. Kennedy, Lady Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Chris Redfield)

God of war (2018,2022) (Kratos)

Alice: madness returns (Alice Liddel)

~ House of the Dragon ( basically all characters)

~Dune (Paul Atreides)

~ Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children (movie)(Enoch O'Connor, Alma Peregrine)

~Alice in Wonderland (Mirana of marmoreal, the mad hatter)

~also books!

Three dark crowns ( Pyetyr Renard, Katherine, Arsinoe, Mirabella)

~i also write for celebrities (mostly actors of these characters, but even singers and stuff, just ask, I'll tell u if I'll write them)

~songfics(for any fandom mentioned)

~a lot of random characters! So if you have any character that is not here, you can try if I will write it!

Conditions:

I won't be writing smut (even tho I am of age in my country, you gotta wait a year)

Totally nothing with children ew (unless it's platonic)

No incest (unless it's House of the Dragon lmao)

There will be no pregnancy trope and reader won't have children unless it's asked for (I don't wike kids, sorry not sorry)

I will write age-gap, as long as it's legal (yeah, I also had my Tony Stark phase dw)

NO professor x student relationships ew

I will write for fem, male and gender neutral readers

Lmk if you want me to include 'y/n' or not.

If you want the reader to be for example blonde, plus size, brown eyes or have any other specific features, let me know! :) (Also, in cases of top gun if you want a specific call sign)

If there is a specific trope/dialogue prompt on you mind, don't be shy, I'll write it!

I will write poly relationships (poly marauders I'm looking at you)

These lists might be edited through time

I don't own, or claim to own any of the characters.

#grishaverse x reader #the sandman x reader #the last of us x reader #wednesday x reader #harry potter x reader #mcu x reader #avengers x reader #x men x reader #batman x reader #star wars x reader #top gun maverick x reader #narnia x reader #resident evil x reader #hotd x reader #mphfpc x reader

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thethreeeyed-raven · 1 month

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⋆♱ NARNIA ♱⋆

navigation

🕷️fluff | 🕸️angst | 🐈‍⬛suggestive | 🪦platonic

⋆♱ Edmund Pevensie ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Peter Pevensie ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Prince Caspian ♱⋆

🕸️ • new life | x fem!reader

⋆♱ Susan Pevensie ♱⋆

nothing yet

@lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom • @fangsp1der-2099 • @knight-of-flowerss

#narnia x reader #narnia headcanons #narnia fanfiction #narnia

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chrisili · 5 months

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Till next time | pt.1

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: Prince Caspian and his maid escaped from his uncles castle. After reuniting with the Narnians and unexpected visitors, Y/N learns how to sword fight, how to be tough and how to love.

Warnings: spoilers if you haven’t watched/read Prince Caspian, cursing

Genre: angst, fluff, rom-com

Word count: 4,6k

A.N.: I am a Peter girly but… when you have three Narnia one shots written and two of them are Edmund related, do you actually deserve that title? Anyways, I changed Edmund’s age a little bit because it is a fan fiction and I can and because it’s gonna be a thing in the second part. Yes, a second part. I planned this as one only but it seems too long and rushed and doesn’t make a lot of sense to keep it in one part, so yeah enjoy!

Masterlist | pt.2: coming soon

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“A son! A son! Lady Prunaprismia has this night given Lord Miraz a son!” The mans voice echoed behind Prince Caspian and his maid Y/N. They had just exchanged their last words with Cornelius, Caspians teacher, before riding out of the castle. With a concerned look he stops his horse, Prince Caspian moves his head to the right, looking at her. She just puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a reassuring smile, even if she was scared to the bones herself. He sighs deeply and nudges Destriers side for him to run off again. While being followed by Miraz’s men, Y/N was holding on to Caspian while looking back terrified.

Prince Caspian rode both of them into the woods until Destrier kicked off his back. Them on the ground now, they immediately started to get surrounded by two dwarfs, names Trumpkin and Nikabrik and a badger, Trufflehunter. Trumpkin would be taken in by the Telmarines while Caspian would blow Queen Susans old horn, given to him by Cornelius. Later they were both sleeping in the little home of the badger and the black dwarf, which was in fact, the inside of a tree.

Y/N already sat awake at the dining table with Trufflehunter and Nikabrik, all three waiting for Prince Caspian to wake up. She was a lovely girl, always smiling and always kind. She had a lot of things to be thankful for and although a lot of those things have now been taken away from her, she was still with Caspian and that was all she needed.

“This bread is so stale.” Said Nikabrik while tearing the bread into two halves, not giving the other half to Y/N. He didn’t like Y/N, it was nothing personal, she was one of them and that was reason enough.

“I’ll just give him some soup. He should be coming around soon.” Said a different voice, Trufflehunter. While the young prince had already woken up and was now silently walking in the direction the voices were coming from, was the badger giving Y/N some soup already. She nodded her head smiling and said, “thank you very much.”

“I don’t think I hit him hard enough,” replied Nikabrik and Y/N swallowed hastily, “I think that you shouldn’t talk so foul of the Prince while he is sleeping just in the same room as you are! Especially not in front of me!” She didn’t say it mean, arrogant or threatening.

“That is right and besides that, he is just a boy!” Replied Trufflehunter.

“He’s a Telmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you were gonna get rid of him.” Y/N, who had also just woken up a few minutes ago too, choked on her soup as she heard Nikabrik say that.

The badger looked softly at Y/N and then roughly back at Nikabrik, “No. I said I’d take care of him. We can’t kill him now. I just bandaged his head. It would be like murdering a guest!”

“How do you think his friends are treating their guest?” Nikabrik said while looking disgusted at Y/N.

“Trumpkin knew what he was doing, it’s not the boys fault or hers.” Just before Y/N could speak for herself, Prince Caspian jumped into the main ‘room’ grabbing one of the pokers by the fire and started to fight against Nikabrik.

“Hold it. No, no!” Yelled Trufflehunter.

“Your highness! They are Narnians, they are just trying to help!” Y/N said urgently, quickly getting up and extending her hands to calm Caspian down.

Both stopped fighting and Caspian looked at her with wide eyes. Nikabrik just scoffed and put his sword back. Y/N walked over to Caspian and he looked at her intensely waiting for a more in depth explanation. “Prince Caspian, this is Trufflehunter and this is Nikabrik. They helped us escape from your lord father’s soldiers, one was caught… but he will be alright, right?” She said looking around for an answer. “Right.” Said Trufflehunter who was now cleaning up the soup that was so sadly spilled all over the floor.

“Wait, hold on. Am I hearing this right? Prince? That disgusting piece of a man is your father then?” Said Nikabrik jumping up again holding out his sword but Prince Caspian defended himself immediately, “my uncle! And… he wants me dead.” Said Caspian now sadder than ever, having now realized in what kind of situation he really is.

Not shortly after, Prince Caspian and Y/N went out into the woods again looking for… well they didn’t really know themselves, more Narnians? In the hope for them to follow Caspian? To defeat Miraz?

“My lord!” Y/N yelled after Caspian while she was panting, hitting rocks and punching branches out of her way. “My lord please wait! I am not that fast, wearing a dress in the woods is not easy!” She said hopelessly but also slightly laughing at herself. Prince Caspian turns around and quickly runs up to her, helping her walking further extending an arm for her to hold on to it. Almost like he was her servant not the other way around.

“I really hope it’s gonna work.” Caspian said after a while, still walking close to his only friend. “My lord?” She looked at him questioning. Y/N, who unfortunately did not have the privilege of receiving the same education as the prince was visibly confused, she had no idea what he meant. “The horn Cornelius gave me. It’s supposed to help us, bring the four kings and queens back or… even Aslan.” Y/N only gasped at that and shook her head in disbelieve. She sincerely hoped that it was true but it seemed to far fetched to be real.

While they continued walking, they eventually noticed they were being followed by none other than Trufflehunter and Nikabrik. They later met Reepicheep, the bravest one foot tall mouse you’ll ever see in your living days. Soon they would talk to all the old Narnians and unite forces to fight against Miraz.

This time walking in the woods, Y/N found herself not only surrounded by Trufflehunter, Nikabrik and Prince Caspian. This time there were hundreds of other creatures with them and oddly enough, she had never felt safer in her life, in all those years in the castle than she did right now with bulls who could speak the same language as she did.

They continued walking until Caspian heard some footsteps, he extended an arm to symbolize for the others to stop and wait while he walked further, just a few seconds later Y/N heard blades hitting against each other. Metal on metal, Caspian was fighting and he was fighting someone skilled.

Y/N started running with the others, eager to help their hopefully soon to be king. When Y/N arrived in the heart of the forest, the weirdest thing happened. She saw four people she’d never seen before but one caught her eye specifically. The boy with the blue cloth and dark hair, he stood beside two girls, one seemingly younger and the other one older than him. Edmund the Just, she thought. Now having talked and laughed with the other creatures nights before, she now knew a lot more about the legends of old and she immediately saw. She kept starring at him until he eventually realized someone was watching him, their eyes met and he just looked at her. His gaze was hard to describe, he looked at her interested, fascinated even.

After first complications they followed Prince Caspian to Aslans Tomb. Days and days of planning and fighting followed, them getting into the castle, Caspian having a mental break down because of his father, High King Peter being helpless for losing so many soldiers and friends, things didn’t look too well and Y/N hated herself that she couldn’t do anything to help.

She was just on the edge of the forest collecting mushrooms and different kinds of herbs. She was so busy aggressively pulling out random weeds at this point that she didn’t even hear footsteps appearing behind her.

“You don’t look very happy.” A male voice said and without turning around, checking who it might have been she just answered.

“No. I. Am. Great,” she huffed pulling more and more after each word.

“Are you sure? Because you are killing the meadow…” The male voice replied and something happened Y/N really didn’t intend to happen. She pushed all her rage and anger at the poor man who was trying to comfort her.

“Listen, why don’t you just leave me alone and play swords like the other wanna be soldiers? I am sick and tired of you men trying to control everyone just because you are men! Your decisions have brought us nothing but misery and just because I am a woman doesn’t mean I am weak or less smart than any of you! So how about you fuck. Off!” She said while standing up and angrily turning around in the last part.

Her heart, soul and brain died at this exact moment at this exact spot.

In front of her stood King Edmund, the handsome young man she had liked since the day they met. They had not really spoken to each other yet so she couldn’t have known it was him. She clasped her mouth with both her hands while her eyes almost fell out. She didn’t know what to say and she hoped if she just stood still long enough, she would turn invisible and he’d leave.

That did in fact not happen.

Edmund stood there eyes almost as wide as hers. If you had talked to Edmund that way five years ago he would have yelled at you and made you hate yourself and your life, if you had talked to Edmund that way five years ago and you were a guy he would have probably thrown a punch at you right here right now.

But, judging by the fact that right now is not two years ago and that the person in front of him was not a random guy but a very beautiful, hardworking and usually lovely girl that he very much liked, he just nodded and said, “right, sorry to bother you.” With that he walked away. Well, until Y/N reached for his arm, not because she had anything to say, it was more of a reflex. He looked down his arm and then turned a little to look at her. She just looked at him like a fish who didn’t have enough water.

“I- I- I- I- I AM SO SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY ANY OF THAT. I MEAN I DID MEAN TO SAY ALL OF IT ACTUALLY BUT NOT TO YOU KING EDMUND I AM SO SORRY. I STEPPED OUT OF LINE WAY TO MUCH, EXECUTE ME, PUNISH ME, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME I DESERVE IT. BANISHED? DONE I’LL PACK MY THINGS RIGHT AWAY. I’LL PULL THE ROPE AROUND MY OWN THROAT UNLESS YOU’D LIKE TO DO IT YOURSELF OF COURSE. I AM SO SORRY KING EDMUND PLEASE DON’T HATE ME.”

With every word she slid down more and more being on her knees and then holding on to Edmunds legs while crying bitterly. She didn’t even stop there but I’ll spare you the rest. Edmund just looked at her with wide eyes but he caught himself pretty quickly.

While she was still mumbling apologies and ways how he could kill her or probably send her to hell, he just grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so she was standing in front of him. He smiled at her but didn’t let go of her shoulders. “Y/N, right?” He asked softly and she nodded while wiping away her many, many tears. “Good. Listen to me, I will not kill, banish or punish you in ANY way. We are ALL on edge and I forgive you.” He said very slowly and clearly so she would understand.

She nodded, “so the guillotine? I’ll get it.” She started to walk in whatever direction because to be completely honest with you, they didn’t have a guillotine.

“No no no no, no, not the guillotine.” He said reaching after her. “NO. KILLING. Understood?” He tried explaining again. Y/N looked confused at him with her tears building up again, “but I said- I said-” “Yes, I know what you said. But it doesn't matter, it is alright okay? Don’t worry about it. We all make mistakes,” then he looked a little hurt, like he remembered something from his past, “and we deserve a second chance as long as we acknowledge that mistake. Okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Good. Would it be okay for you if you took your basket and helped cooking for dinner? I have to practice with the others and some of those mushrooms look delicious.” He said smiling and with that Y/N completely snapped out of it. “Mushrooms, dinner, food, of course! Would I be okay?! That is my job! Sword practice of course how could I be so stupid, pardon me King Edmund. I should really go, cook and stuff like that.” She grabbed her basket and basically ran away from him, he just looked after her smiling to himself.

Later after dinner, Y/N sat further away from the bonfire holding herself comforting, thinking about today. Caspian walked over to her and sat down beside her, she didn’t even greet him, that’s how bad she was feeling.

“So… you’d like to yell at me too or is that a thing between you and King Edmund?” He said laughing while drinking some wine and she looked at him shocked. “How did you? Did he tell you-” “I haven’t really spoken to him but, you were crying and yelling in the middle of our base, basically. You think no one heard?” He said with one eyebrow lifted and Y/N just let her head fall into her hands. “I am an idiot and I suck.”

Caspian just nodded, “yes, do I want to know what happened?” With her head still hiding in her hands she just shook her head and Prince Caspian let it go.

The next day was horrible. Y/N was too embarrassed to look at anyone so she left early into the woods, or so she planned. On the way outside she heard Prince Caspian yelling after her, “Y/N! Y/N! Hold up!” She sighed sadly and turned around with a trained smile. “My lord?” “Yeah yeah, I have a little quest for you, nothing major. High King Peter will duel my uncle but someone has to bring him the message. … will do it, being accompanied by a giant, a centaurs and you.” He said kind of mumbling the first person.

“A giant, a centaurs and what will go with us?” She asked stretching her neck a little so she would understand better.

“ing Edmns…” he said mumbling again.

“Sorry, what?” She asked again walking even closer to Prince Caspian. “King Edmund.” He said hiding his smile, of course it was King Edmund.

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“I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, High King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and emperor of the Lone Islands, in order to prevent the abominable effusion of blood, do hereby challenge the usurper Miraz to single combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender.” King Edmund read all of this off his scroll in front of Miraz and the other lords. Y/N stood a little in the back not too far from Lord Glozelle. While Edmund rolled his scroll back up, Miraz started talking.

“Tell me, Prince Edmund…”

“King.” Edmund interrupted and Y/N smirked at his remark.

“Pardon me?” Lord Miraz asked with a startled look on his face.

Edmund looked up from his scroll, “it’s ‘King Edmund,’ actually. Just ‘King,’ though. Peter’s the High King. I know, it’s confusing.”

Lord Miraz and Lord Sopespian looked at each other puzzled.

“Why, would we risk such a proposal when our armies could wipe you out by nightfall?” Miraz asked.

Edmund looked at the lords as he studied their faces, “haven’t you already underestimated our numbers? I mean, only a week ago Narnians were extinct.”

“And so you will be again.”

“Well then you should have little to fear.”

At that Miraz laughed out loud. “This is not a question of bravery.”

“So you’re bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?”

Y/N turned around so her wide smile wouldn’t show. Lord Mirazs smile on the other hand faded instantly as he leaned forwards in his chair. “I didn’t say I refused.”

With a lot of talk and arguing, it was decided that they would fight each other. On their way back, the giant and centaurs in the back and Edmund and Y/N in the front, they started talking. “First of all I want to deeply apologies again for how I behaved the other day King Edmund I shouldn’t have-” but before she could finish her sentence he held out a hand and shook his head smiling. She smiled back and started a new topic, “I just wanted to say, the way you talked to these lords was incredible. I have never seen such courage before especially at your age, although I probably shouldn’t say that.” “My age?” He looked at her amused and she blushed a little, “you know, judging you are like… 15?” At that Edmund laughed out loud and she looked at him confused. “Did I say something funny?” Edmund shook his head still laughing, “no, no you didn’t. It’s just that I am 17 and technically I am 32.”

(My math goes like this: LWW Edmund is 12. I aged them up so that instead of waiting one year to go back they waited five, because. Anyways, 12 plus 5 is obviously 17 plus the 15 years they spent in Narnia before going back the first time.)

“You are older than me? I will be 17 in only two months…” she said surprised and he looked at her still amused.

“Y/N” he said. She looked at him questioning. “Would you like me to teach you some swords ‘play’?” She cringed at the word ‘play’ remembering their earlier encounter with each other. “It would be an honor your highness.”

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“Just try to hit me, don’t worry too much.” And with these words Y/N swung her practice sword as hard as she could at Edmund, him not having imagined her to hit as hard as she did, he almost lost balance defending himself.

“Wow wow easy, alright, you almost killed me.”

“I am sorry but you said to hit! And not to worry!” She exclaimed straightening herself.

“Yes but this time maybe a little less force okay? You are very good but you’re wasting too much energy on one swing.”

She nodded and got into position but he looked at her feet and shook his head. “That’s not it, you have to-, wait let me help.” He went over to hit her feet softly with his so she would stand steadier. “Also you have to hold the sword a little higher.” He took her arm from behind and pushed it upwards. His gaze then slowly went to hers. They were incredibly close to each other, noses almost touching.

“EDMUND!” Peter yelled from the inside of their base. “We have to talk about tomorrow, come on!”

Edmund just kept looking at Y/N and yelled back, “Yes Pete! On my way!” He kept looking at Y/N for a few more seconds, then he slightly bowed and turned around to get to Peter.

Y/Ns legs became weak and she dramatically fell to the ground, her head red and hands sweaty. “I am done.”

Done, was also King Peter way later after he fought Miraz, after Caspian couldn’t kill his uncle and after the war was over. Y/N had been fighting very well, she was scared but determent to help and so she was a great fighter. After meeting Aslan she felt great, they had won and the Narnians were free again. It was time to celebrate, dance and be happy. Everyone was in the new conquered castle, drinking, singing, eating and confessing.

One confession should be especially interesting for you, dear reader.

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“Your Majesty, can I speak to you for a second?” Y/N said after walking over to the big table where all the old and new, kings and queens of Narnia sat. Edmund looked at Peter and he nodded with a smile. Edmund and Y/N walked out of the main hall to a more quiet place. They walked down the hallway and Y/N suddenly stopped which made Edmund stop too.

“I wanted to tell you something…” she said looking at him nervously. “I don’t expect you to say it back, I don’t even expect you to answer me at all but I have to get this off my chest.”

She was fidgeting with her fingers looking down at them, she was extremely nervous but she had to tell him how she felt.

“I… well, I- the first time I saw you, I was extremely fascinated by you. You were just… incredibly handsome but that’s not all obviously! Over the last weeks I have thought about the way you think and the way you talk and I love all of it. The way you express yourself is so beautiful and the way you care about your family really made me realize how must I love you. I love you King Edmund and an awful lot of that too, it is so much love that it almost hurts and I can hardly breath. There are no words in this world to describe my love for you… I’d probably have to invent another language just to slightly express how I feel.”

She had now looked up at him and her tears started building up, not because she was scared of sad. It was because all of her emotions were too much to be held in her body, she was overwhelmed and to be honest after all that happened she was very happy to let it out. Edmunds expression was evident, he was smiling one ear to another and with that he hugged the girl in front of him tightly and laughed, “I love you too, I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”

Y/N laughed and cried more into Edmunds shoulder while she hugged him as if her life depended on it. They looked at each other and without another word they kissed both smiling and as happy as one could be. As Y/N wanted to break the kiss, was Edmund just leaning in more and more pecking her lips not wanting to let her go and she laughed even more pecking his lips back. Their foreheads rested on each other and he whispered, “I love you.”

“Ew.” Came a voice from beside them around the corner, it was now King Caspian and Queen Susan who had just gone for a little walk around the castle. Y/N eyes widened as she let go of Edmund, not immediately or hastily. “King Caspian,” Edmund said smiling nodding his head while still holding on to Y/Ns hands and Caspian nodded back smiling, “King Edmund.” They smiled at each other while Susan cocked up an eyebrow looking at Y/N questioning but she just shook her head slightly confused.

“I think we should leave them alone, don’t you?” Caspian asked Susan as they were turning back to where they came from. Susan nodded, “I wasn’t planning on seeing this as it is.”

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The next morning everyone met up to send the people who did not want to live the new way, to the old place where the old kings and queens of Narnia lived also. After Lord Glozelle and Caspians aunt left with his cousin, the people got suspicious.

“HOW DO WE KNOW HE IS NOT LEADING US TO OUR DEATH?” One shouted and the others agreed, Y/N stood in the front close to Edmund and she looked worried at him but he gave her a reassuring smile just as she had done to Prince Caspian at the beginning of this story.

“Sire. If my example can be of any service, I will take 11 mice through with no delay.” Reepicheep, the mouse, offered while talking to Aslan. But Aslan only looked at High King Peter and something very uncomfortable started to build up in Y/Ns stomach.

“We’ll go.” Peter said and Edmunds heart sank into the earth beneath him, “we will?”

Without further explanation Peter just walked up, “come on. Our time’s up.”

Y/Ns mind had already gone blank while the others were talking, they were saying that Peter and Susan were not needed in Narnia anymore and that Lucy and Edmund would return. While Susan went up to King Caspian and Peter and Lucy to Trumpkin, Edmund did go to Y/N holding her hands with his.

“I am so sorry… I had no idea this was, this was how it was going to be.” Edmund said with glossy eyes looking slightly down into the girls eyes and she looked back at him worried.

“I don’t want you to go.” She wanted to say so many things, so many more words but she couldn’t, her throat was tied.

He shook his head now tears flowing down his cheeks, “I don’t want to leave.”

Y/N turned forwards Aslan, “Aslan, couldn’t I go with them? You said everyone could choose to go or stay.”

Aslan smiled at her shaking his head softly, “I am afraid not dear one. Edmund and yourself have quite an important role in the future. Things must happen the way intended.”

Y/Ns looked so incredibly sad, it was hard to look at her without getting sad yourself. “Will I see him again then?”

Aslan smiled and nodded and Edmund and Y/N looked at each other hopeful.

Their foreheads rested against each others savoring their last moments together until next time.

“I love you,” he whispered, heart hurting. She closed her eyes as she whispered back, “I love you.”

Then they kissed each other before hugging as tightly as they could. Both of them crying and everyone feeling sorry for them, they parted. He was about to let go but she held onto his hand and he looked back.

Her eyes said: don’t go.

He turned around again and cupped one of her cheeks kissing her one last time, their salty tears being the last thing they tasted from each other before Edmund turned around again and with one last look at her over his shoulder, he left.

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Pairing: Jigsaw!Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Content: Verbal Abuse, Yelling, Evil Step-Parent trope except I name drop my abusers, Guilttripping, Flashbacks in Bold, SH, Suicide, All the fun stuff, Child gets thrown across a room

POV: Second

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

Setbacks Taglist: @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend

The step parents names are the names of my real past step parents who were my abusers. Because I’m not afraid to name drop them, it’s a in fiction and as it’s not their full name, in the eyes of the law it’s not defamation

When your dad first introduced you to Margo you didn’t know what to expect. The woman was all curves and had a bleached pixie cut. On top of all of it she was loaded. When you first met her she brought you everything you wanted.

You were sitting down on the king sized bed she had gotten you for your bedroom. She was sitting behind you, brushing your hair. The knots made it hurt as she yanked the bristles through. Like any 4 year old you were crying, begging her to stop because the pain was simply too much. Instead of gently calming you she picked you up, throwing you across the bed and you landed against the wall. Small body falling down to the floor. Everything ached.

“That’s what brats get”

She was a monster in your eyes. On the other side of the country back with your mother, her partner wasn’t much better. When you had returned to your home with her back in New York your step-father, Brian, had killed your guinea pigs. Your fragile heart couldn’t take it, you mourned for weeks. Megan was your favourite boy, the guinea pig was your best friend and he was named after the girl in My Little Pony. It hurt now that he was gone.

Weeks later you were still upset and when dinner was served you didn’t eat. Not only because of the pain of grief but because you hated what was served. Fried rice with egg and mushroom, two of your least favourite foods. The smell and texture disgusted you. Children were picky and when you refused to eat your step-father grabbed you by the wrists, shoving you outside in the pouring rain with your plate. Telling you to eat or starve.

His abuse didn’t diminish when you grew up either. It got worse, he would yell whenever you wanted to spend time with your mother. Claiming that you were eight years old and didn’t need her. So you turned to books, the complex stories became your home. Your favourite being the Chronicles of Narnia. At night you’d wish on the stars, asking Aslan to send you Prince Caspian to saved you. Every damsel in distress was saved by a Prince after all.

When the movies came out you watched them on repeat. Falling in love with the screen portrayal of Caspian. You’d talk to him when you were alone, pretending he was there looking after you. When Brian called on you to make his coffee, you would act like Caspian was helping you.

All these years after those events and you were still affected. Even if you didn’t remember them clearly you could remember the feeling. The emotions that were evoked when certain smells or weather patterns arose. Miles had brought you a DVD copy of Prince Caspian and you watched it with him. Sometimes you’d chime in with a story of your childhood. How you imagined Caspian saved you after your step-father called you pathetic for crying when a horse bit you. The teenager felt heartbroken when you spoke of your past. A bright smile on your face like it was the happiest memory ever. He wondered how you did it.

When Billy walked into the room covered in stains of blood he couldn’t wash out Miles gave him a thumbs up. Letting the man know you were okay. As he turned back to the screen he couldn’t help but notice how Caspian looked like a younger version of Billy. The same facial structure and eye colour.

“You got your prince…”

Miles muttered under his breath, quiet enough so you didn’t hear. Billy walked over to you, sitting on the floor so you could play with his short threads of hair. It reminded you of when your mother shaved your hair off but it was the feeling that you loved. The velvet like touch making you feel comforted.

“My mama once shaved my hair like this you know? I used to cut my hair with scissors a lot. One day she got fed up and shaved it off all by herself. My friends used to bully me, I didn’t realise it back then but I was only there for their pleasure. I was the laughing stock for them, the doll they could beat up because she’d never break. I was already broken”

Miles noticed how you grinned wildly as you spoke. The creases in your eyes and the pearly teeth resting against your bottom lip. As Spider-Man he had seen a lot, including when you were about to kill yourself. Nothing broke his heart like how you smiled as you detailed your childhood. It was like a kid in a candy store the way you lit up. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for you, what kind of parents could hurt their child so much that they smiled over it? Logically there were people with worse lives out there and maybe that’s what you told yourself. There was no reason in Miles eyes for you to be smiling. If he was in your position he’d be crying, begging for revenge. Maybe you had already gotten it. No… he remembered. You’d told him you still lived with your mum. He had seen the texts.

mama: Honey when are you coming home?

you: i was actually thinking about staying with a friend!

mama: i’m not sure how i feel about that, what if you cut yourself again?

you: it’ll be okay, they know about my past and they’re willing to help me stop

That was only a snippet of a conversation. Miles had looked through the others, one of a blocked number. One of the texts was violent and loaded with threats.

you: You don’t get to do this to me!!! You don’t get to message ma every single fucking time you want to know about me. If you wanted me in your life you wouldn’t have molested me you dumb fucking piece of shit. I would rather kill myself in front of you than ever tell you anything. What you did to me as a kid wasn’t fucking love Michael. It was torture. You know what they call men like you? Fucking paedophiles. You deserve to be in jail you sick fuck. I mean come on, I blocked you everywhere. I got you out of my life to heal and then you send your friends to stalk my social media. What the hell is wrong with you? You’re a fucking sicko.

The boy’s heart ached for you and as he watched you play with Billy’s buzz cut he was happy. Miles barely knew you but he knew that Billy was good for you. The pair of you were dysfunctional at best but you made up for it with pure love. The messy, passionate kind of love that was anything someone would want. He wanted that kind of love with Gwen. Alas his love was in another world.

“This the prince you love so much baby?”

The petnames frustrated Miles the most. He’d discussed it with Amy numerous times, the two having lengthy phone calls about the topic. Amy had told him neither of them admitted it because of their self worth issues and while he knew she was right, it was still annoying.

“Yeah, Caspian was my hero as a little girl. Used to pretend he put me down to sleep at night. My mum stopped doing it after she met my step-father. It got lonely, Caspian saved me though”

The same morbid smile decorated your face once again. Your pain making you happy scared Miles the most. He’d asked his mum about it, he couldn’t handle this alone and now that his parents knew he was Spider-Man (much to his dads dismay) he went openly to them for help. His mum told him that you smiled because you survived, that when someone’s life is so full of trauma the lighter incidences classify as happy memories.

“Who’s your prince now?”

You slid down onto the floor with Billy, crawling like a cat into his lap. Rubbing your head against the crook of his neck.

“Billy’s my prince. You think yourself a monster, like you’re the villain. Maybe you are, who’s to say what role we play? Even if you are the villain I’d pick you over anyone else. I know you’d do anything to protect me Billy”

His arms wrapped around your back and the sight made Miles heart warm up. He used his phone to snap a picture, texting it to Amy.

Miles: *attachment*

Miles: Progress

….

Amy: HELL YEAH

#billy russo #billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #ben barnes #the punisher imagine #the punisher #x reader #billy russo fluff

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