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oersteds · 1 year

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twiz lore summary (With Shitposts) (Part Four) (vine boom)

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Long post under cut.

Content warnings for: General horror themes, fourth wall breaking(?), obsessive character

note: this is all a rough draft / shitposty summary. even the first three parts. i'll probably never actually write the whole fic, i just need to get the ideas blasted out of my brain before it collapses into a black hole

It's the next afternoon, Twiz and the others are awake. They went to bed at 5 AM, what did you expect? They scramble on down to the beach. There's more people there. Fuck.

A few passionate townsfolk decided to stay up a little longer, trying to determine where all the corpses are coming from, or how most of them are still alive. (And why I keep calling them corpses despite almost all of them being Not Dead.)

They've all come from a single location, far off on the east. Math wizardry has determined that it's coming from a specific building. It's been identified as [whatever the fuck Twiz's homeland is called] Castle. Yes that's a placeholder name, what're you gonna do, call the cops?

"Hey, wait a sec. I lived there!" oh she has no idea does she

"I could probably sneak in and find out what's up!" ohhh twiz you sweet summer child. you have no idea, do you?

SHE'S FUCKED SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY!!!!!

Also, this is Viltas, Twiz's childhood friend. He comes into play now. Same artist as before, same link [here]

Viltas is an ice mage, and Twiz's childhood friend. He was there to witness Twiz unsealing the ressurrection magic, and got some rez magic of his own from the explosion. He's also very good at being evil

(i am so sorry to the artist for making viltas so evil here, lmao. they've no idea)

(Image captions, in order from top to bottom:)

"You offer to investigate the corpse flood, because it's your homeland, so you'll be familiar with it!"

"Your new friend is very insistent on you not going, but you promise you'll be okay! (Why's he worried...?)"

"You get there, everything's gone sideways, you can't find your cat either, why did you sign up for this...?"

"The mages guild has seemingly forgiven you, at least! This might not be too bad...?"

"You get to the castle, the staff seem very friendly to you! (A little... *too* friendly...)"

"You find a time to sneak out, and investigate further. You find a girl who looks vaguely similar to you, and is wearing your style of clothes. She begs you to hide her, because she'll be killed when they find you both. (Oh god)"

"You found your cat. He's lounged on the lap of your childhood friend, who's managed to take over your homeland in a matter of months. He's looking at you with an intimidatingly affectionate stare. (You *really* should've listened.)"

"Your childhood friend lost his mind because he thought you were dead after you unsealed the ressurrection magic too violently. He's behind the corpse flood, and countless other atrocities, all to bring you back."

"He's going to kill someone he'd kept around as a ""replacement"" because you're here to stay now. Better get comfy, pal! Have fun!!! (Hopefully you hid that stranger well enough, or that she can run fast!)"

Yep. Twiz just found a captive. She fucked around and has now found Alicia, who's being kept as a ""Twiz replacement"" for Viltas. Worse yet, she seems fully aware of this, and of what'll happen to her when Twiz is found. Twiz agrees to hide her, because neither of them asked for this shit.

With a deep sense of unease, Twiz regroups with the guards who keep insisting on following her. She's led to the throne room, where Viltas sits on a throne (duh) like the bastard he is. He explains "everything", but not before clearing the room of everyone besides Twiz and himself. Incoming verbal stunlock!!!

He'd taken over the entire kingdom in the span of a month or two, "replaced" the entirety of the mage's guild Twiz had been a part of, and is keeping everyone rather complacent with everything through a lot of bread and circuses. And, despite the atrocities, he's still kind to "his" people. They're almost like a buncha cats... Speaking of which!

The bastard has Twiz's cat, too. Granted, any good friend would take care of an assumed dead friend's cat, but STILL. (Probably a testament to the cat's blind faith. They don't care who you are, or what you've done. If you feed them and properly give them affection, they'll love you.) And the cat seems pretty affectionate with him, lounging on his lap.

He's behind the corpse flood. All of the people who'd washed ashore? He ressurrected them. Or... he tried to, at least. He didn't think any of them would survive, but all he really cared about was getting Twiz back. Not to mention, his plan doesn't really need him to pull living people from different time periods... He just has to pull anything from other times! To wear down the integrity of time and space itself. After all, he's to summon a God. A God that he'll use as a weapon. He won't stop at just one country. He needs more. Being the Demon King that he is, he's insatiable, can never do enough...! (Wait, two demon kings...?)

As to how he's able to do this... You already know, don't you, Twiz? You've the same ability, after all... You were there. Surely, you'd heard that same God...? Ah, but that doesn't matter. You'll see it for yourself soon. Perhaps you can use Nihilo, too! Perhaps... Well, regardless of how he's done this, he's done it. (don't look in the basement, twiz)

He's been doing this all for Twiz. Because he """loves""" her. He just wants her to be """happy""" and """safe""" with him. (Fucking BULLSHIT, by the way! Twiz was doing a perfectly fine job staying safe on her own!!! Not to mention she hasn't been able to get in a single sentence during this fucking monologue.)

Oh, but... He feels so awful, for having tried to replace Twiz with this random princess he'd ressurrected... So, to make up for it, he'll kill her. For Twiz~! (Despite her not fucking asking for ANY OF THIS.)

Twiz is screwed. Better think of a plan, and fast...! Anyways I'm holding Part 5 hostage until Tumblr gives me my fucking polls feature. (joking. it'll come out when it's ready. though i really want my polls... tumblr pls.)

#twizposting #my god what have i done #extra crypty (tl;dr)#lal fc #(maybe?)#i could probably replace the lal characters here #and make this an entirely new thing #but hey. it's *my* oc/fc and *i* get to write the story #btw whoever asked for alicia in my au #i am so sorry #this shit's barely a live a live au right now huh.#do i even tag this as live a live...?#let me know if i'm allowed to #cw horror #cw unreality #cw obsession

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swordofpevensie · 3 years

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Kissletoe (Peter Pevensie x Reader Fic.)

my masterlist is here.

warnings: slightly(?) angst. fluff. peter is such a baby. susan, edmund and lucy try so hard. it almost turned out to be a susan fic. it is sort of a slowburn. childhood lovers to idiots. communication is the key folks.

word count: 4456

a/n: aww this is my first fic and i'm so excited and i sincerely hope you like it. this fic is inspired by 3oh!3's song kissletoe.

happy christmas to everyone who celebrates it!

and my native language is not english, so if there is any mistake, feel free to correct me.♡

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❝𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓

𝑰𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒚

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕-𝒐𝒇-𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆?

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆

𝑶𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.❞

“Don't be so desperate.” Susan said when she entered the throne room, finding her elder brother sitting on his throne, alone. “She is coming home. She promised she would in her letter.”

“I don't know what you are talking about.” Peter said, watching his sister as she was approaching. “And I'm not desperate.”

Susan smiled as she sit on her throne. “I know you miss her. We all do. But she is coming. She always keeps her promises.”

“You know she didn't keep one promise.” Peter replied. His voice sounded sad.

“Peter,” Susan held her brother's hand. “You both were so young. You didn't understand what you were dealing with. You didn't know how serious love was and it required sacrifice. You shouldn't blame her. She thought she was doing the best for herself and we know she is happy now. Isn't it all that matters?”

“Yes...” Peter whispered. “I wish I could forget her, just like she forgot me. I wish I could be happy.”

“You don't know whether she forget you or not yet.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked as he frowned. He was confused.

“It's Christmas.” Susan said merrily. “Miracles can happen any time.” She stood up to leave, ignoring her brother saying her name.

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Walking in the hall to the throne room used to make you feel like going home because you knew you'd see your boyfriend. But now, it made you feel sick, you just wanted to disappear. You didn't know how things'd be and it made you nervous. You, a great fighter, a free woman, the former general of the Narnia army, had never felt such a big stress before.

You were about to give up and go back when you heard doors opening. You saw Susan and Lucy coming out of the throne room. Susan had a beatiful, big smile on her face as she approached you. You couldn't move. After those years, seeing her felt very strange and but amazing. Susan immediately hugged you as she said your name merrily. “I've missed you so much!” She said as you hugged her back.

Then you saw Lucy. She was a beautiful young lady now and you were amazed by these sisters' beauty. They grew up, they looked gorgeous and their smiles welcomed you home.

Lucy hugged you too. You did the same. “Oh, I can't tell how much I've missed you!” She said. You smiled and said, “I've missed you both too.”

“How are you?” Susan asked. “I hope you didn't have any problems coming here.”

“I'm good. The journey was good too.”

“Aw, I'm so happy to see you here, again!” Lucy said as she hugged you again.

You smiled at her words. You felt like all the stress left your body. Seeing them again was amazing. You missed them when you were away but you never understood how much until now.

“Come,” Susan said and grabbed your hand. “Let us show you your room so that you can rest and clean yourself up.”

“Okay.” You almost whispered as Lucy grabbed your other hand and they took you to your room.

You couldn't stop yourself from looking behind, expecting him to show up but he didn't. The sadness and disappointment crushed your heart.

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You did as Susan told. You cleaned yourself up, rested a bit but most importantly, tried to not think about the past. You were sitting on the bed, combing your hair now. No matter how hard you tried, your brain kept betraying you, reminding you your memories in this castle, with him.

You both were young, he was nineteen while you were eighteen back then. You were in love, you still were sure about that but you both didn't know what exactly love was or it may require sacrifices sometimes. You two were just messing around, having fun, laughing, reading, fighting, training, playing together. Hugging, kissing, touching, loving each other. Your brain made sure you remember how soft his lips were, how gentle his touches were, how beautiful his words were, how he looked at you, how he smiled at you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You hated remembering all those beautiful and precious memories when you were the one who left him and Narnia behind and ran away.

But you were scared, you knew that and it helped you to forgive yourself a little. When Peter asked and wanted you to stay with him, you were so scared. You didn't want to be stucked in one place, no matter how beautiful it was. You thought you both were too young to make such decisions but he insisted, he loved you and didn't want to let you go. You had to escape without saying anything to be free.

When Susan wrote and told you that she invited you to the Christmas Ball, you began to wonder if he would ever forgive you or want you back. You knew how bad you broke his heart but you couldn't stop wondering tough. Or would you stay with him this time? Would you keep your promise this time?

As your thoughts choked you and you felt you were getting stressed again, the door was knocked and you were totally, and thankfully, distracted. You opened the door and saw Susan, Lucy and Edmund.

“Welcome back, Y/N.” Edmund said as he smiled at you. “We've really missed you.”

You hugged him back when he hugged you. “I've missed you too.” You replied, smiling.

‘He could at least come and say welcome.’ You thought.

“Well,” Edmund said. “I'll leave you with Susan and Lucy. I have to check the preparetions.”

“See you,” You said. He nodded and left.

“Now,” Susan spoke. “It's time to prepare you for the ball.”

“Susan-” You attempted to say but Lucy interrupted you.

“You can't stop her, just give up already.”

You laughed at her words and did as Lucy said.

Once again, you realized how much you missed and needed them.

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“Everything looks perfect.” You said, looking at the ball room. “Your decoration and preparetion skills have improved.”

Susan gave you a big smile. “You are still very kind.” She said. “You've always been. Do you remember the time I cut your hair bangs and you prentended you liked them because you didn't want to break my heart?”

“I really liked them!” You said, couldn't stop smiling.

“Oh, okay now you are lying!” Susan said as she hit your arm and you both started to laugh.

“Oh, Y/N,” Susan put her head to your shoulder. “We really missed you. Everything feels perfectly complete when you are here.”

“You'll make me cry, Susan.” You said. “But I really missed all of you too. And I know I never said that before but I'm really sorry. I'm sorry that I left you without saying anything. I should've let you know or at least write a note. Also, thank you for finding me and writing to me. Thank you for forgiving me.”

“I admit that I was mad at you, we all were but as we grew up, we understood you and believe me, none of us is mad at you or blame you for leaving.” Susan kissed your cheek. “You are always welcomed in Narnia, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” There was pain in your voice and Susan noticed that. Therefore she took your hands.

“Dancing is about to start, come with me.”

She took you to the middle of the room, where Lucy and Edmund were standing and talking to Mr. and Mrs. Beaver.

“Oh, Y/N!” You heard Mrs. Beaver's merry voice. “Welcome back my dear!”

You smiled and bowed to her.

“Look at her! Sweet, beautiful and kind as always. Welcome back, honey.” Mr. Beaver spoke. Seeing them made you feel so happy.

You thanked them both.

“You look magnificent, Y/N.” Edmund said, you turned to him.

“Thank you, Ed. So do you.”

“Do you know who else looks magnificent? Peter. Peter does look magnificent.”

You frowned at his unexpected words. Edmund smiled nervously and left without saying anything.

You looked at Susan and Lucy suspiciously. Susan pretended to be talking Mr. and Mrs. Beaver while Lucy just smiled at you but knew her well enough to understand that it was a fake smile.

“Okay,” You said to yourself and took a deep breath. They were up to something but you couldn't tell what.

The music started to play and before you could do anything, you realized that Susan and Lucy were gone. You were confused. Where and why did they go? You looked around and saw them. They were in line for dancing. Lucy was holding Mr. Tumnus' hands and Susan was holding Edmund's.

You gave them one of your ‘You'll pay for that.’ looks and decided to dissappear. You never liked balls, you never liked Christmas and you never liked dancing. You really needed to dissappear.

You turned around to leave the room but a body standing in front of you made you stop.

‘No,’ You thought. ‘Please, don't be him. No.’

But the body was his, you saw his face when you lifted your head.

You used to look face to face but he was taller than you now. And his chest was wide. You realized how massive he'd become.

While you two were looking at each other, you couldn't say anything. You didn't know what to say actually.

He seemed calmer than you. His face didn't change while you felt your face was burning and your heart was beating so fast.

“Y/N,” Hearing your name from his voice after those years made you feel strange, but good. It was like no one had said your name as correctly and perfectly as he did. You wanted to hear it again. His voice felt like home. “Hi.”

“Hi,” You said but it was more like a whisper. “Your highness.” You added as you bowed.

“You don't need to call me that, you know.”

Of course you knew. He never liked to be called ‘your highness’ or ‘your majesty’ by you or any of the Narnians. He didn't like to wear his crown around you because being the High King made him very nervous. You always thought he was too young to carry such burden but despite everything, he'd always been a perfect king.

You just nodded. You couldn't find enough strength in you to talk. You were scared if you opened your mouth, your honest feelings and words would escape.

“And welcome back.” He said. His voice was distant and you hated hearing it in that tone. It used to be joyful and completely in love when you were together. He always smiled while he was talking to you. His eyes always shined while he was looking at you. But now, you were like strangers and you realized that he gave up on you and forgot you, moved on.

“Thank you.” Your voice was low.

The rising voice of the music interrupted you while you were just looking at each other.

You looked around to find an excuse to leave but everybody was busy with dancing and you and Peter were the only who didn't dance. You knew he didn't like to be in balls so you hoped he'd leave.

You realized Edmund, Lucy and Susan were looking at you two. Also Mr. Tumnus and Mr. and Mrs. Beaver. Oh no, you realized everybody was looking at you because, obviously, you and Peter weren't dancing although it was a ball and it was time to dance.

Peter saw them too. He took a deep breath.

“Shall we dance?” He asked. “They want me to dance. They know I don't like balls, therefore they always insist until I dance.”

“Okay.” was your answer because the stress inside you was increasing incredibly.

You were scared of his touch because you knew it might wake your old feelings up and you didn't want to fall for him again. You did it once and the ending was bad because of you. You didn't want to suffer again.

But to dance, he put his hand you waist, you put yours to his shoulder and your free hands found each other. Your hand was inside of his big hand. The excitement in you kept growing, you felt your knees shaking. After all those years, his effect on hadn't changed at all. Your fears came true, you realized your feelings never faded away, they were always there, buried in your heart. You just tried to hide them, not feel them, ignore them.

You looked at his face but you saw nothing. Your heart was broken because it was obvious that the dance meant nothing to him. To be honest, you wanted to cry, knowing that it is your fault.

You gulped and looked away. Meanwhile, Peter's looks were on you. They were never off you actually, since the moment he entered ball room.

He missed you every single day after you left. There was a pain that he could never get rid of. The feeling of yearning sometimes drove him crazy. You were on his mind everytime. What were you doing? Were you safe? Were you healty? Were you happy? Did you miss him too? Did you forget him? Did you move on and love somebody else?

However, now seeing you and holding you again made him realize that he'd missed you much more than he previously thought. And his feelings were still alive. It was embarassing, or pathetic like Susan said, that after all those years you were apart, and although you were the one who left him and turned him into a mess, he still loved you. But his whole heart, whole soul, whole exsitence wanted you back. Because he finally felt complete when he took your hand into his and he didn't want to lose this feeling.

Although you did your best to look at somewhere else, his looks were on you and he never looked away. All he cared about was you. All he saw was you. He'd endure this ball just to be able to hold you and see you.

His eyes started to examine your face and your whole body. You'd changed, he could tell. You'd grown up, your face seemed older and wiser. You were still beautiful though, just like he remembered. And the aura of your whole existence, that strong and captivating aura, was still there. He loved it, he'd always did. Your selection of dress didn't change either. A dark green dress, simple but impressive and elegant. It was his favorite colour and he began to wonder if you wore this dress on purpose.

But his favorite change was that although you were taller now, he was taller than you. You used to look face to face but now you had to lift your head up to look at him and he absolutely adored that.

Despite this intense feelings he had inside, he was too nervous to show them. Because he couldn't see through you. Did you still like him or were you dancing with him just to be nice? Did you forget him and move on or did dancing with him make you feel something?

“I'm surprised that you agreed to come to a Christmas ball.” He said to break the tension in the air and his nervousness. “You used to hate Christmas.”

“I still don't like it.” You answered, at the same time he made your bodies turn. “But I didn't want to turn Susan down.” And I missed you so much, you wanted to add but you didn't.

“I see.” He said as he nodded.

“You hated balls too.” You said.

“I still do. Actually I was in my room but I was informed that Edmund needed me. That's the reason why I came here but Edmund seems a bit busy, dancing with our sister.”

“If you don't dance with me, I totally understand.” You tried very hard to hide your sadness.

“No, I didn't mean to imply such thing.” He said hurriedly. “I will be honest with you, Y/N. I'm happy that you decided to come back. I'm not bothered at all. Please don't think that I don't want you here.”

“You didn't even come to see me.” You said, obviously blaming him.

“I was too nervous.” There was a little smile on his face. “I couldn't leave the room. I'm sorry if I offended you. I assure you that I didn't do it on purpose.”

“Okay,” You nodded. “It is really good to see you again, and talk with you.” You were smiling too.

“I think so too.” He said. “Susan and Lucy missed you so much.”

“What about Edmund?”

“He also did.”

“Oh, it's good to know.”

He smiled. “And I also missed you too, m'lady.”

You smiled with satisfaction. “I missed Susan and Lucy too. And Edmund. Oh, I really missed Edmund.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed. “I deserved that.”

“You absolutelt did.” You laughed too and it felt so great to talk and laugh with him again. At least he didn't hate you like you feared. You'd be glad to have his friendship. You just didn't want to lose him.

“I might have missed you a little.”

You had to look at your feet to not step on his foot. He was such a distraction. You almost forgot how to dance because of the excitement and happiness.

“A little?” He said as if he was shocked and he raised his eyebrows. “Come on! I deserve more than that.”

“Alright, I missed you as much as you missed me.”

“Oh, in that case, it must be so much.”

He panicked when he realized what he'd just said but the smile on your face calmed him down. He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable because of his feelings unless he got a signal from you.

“How are you?” He asked to change the topic. “I mean, have you been good? Is there any problem?”

“I'm good.” You replied, looking at his curious blue eyes. “I've been travelling, seeing new places and meeting new people. I really enjoy my life, however sometimes I wish I could share this journey with someone. But solitude has never been a big problem for me.”

“I know,” While he replied you, made you spin around and then pulled you toward himself again.

You loved how your bodies moved in harmony, as if you'd never been seperated. You never stepped on his foot, he never did a wrong move. Everything was just perfect and for the first time in your life, you enjoyed dancing.

“You liked to be left alone when you first came to Cair Paravel.”

You smiled, remembering those days.

“And I remember someone was always interrupting my solitude, was always inside of my personal space.”

“I'm sure he had his own reasons.”

The music changed and you knew it was time to change partners. You tried to step back and move away from Peter but he held your hand and waist very tight. You looked at him, feeling confused and surprised.

He then realized what he was doing and immediately let you go.

You began to feel sick again. Every word he said, every move he made and the last thing he did had an effect on you, making your nervousness and confusion grow. You needed some fresh air and to be alone.

You left the room fastly and without saying anything.

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You heard the door open.

“I knew I'd find you here.”

You weren't surprised that he found you. You and him used to come here to be on your own when everything was overwhelming.

“Y/N,” He was slowly approaching to you. He put his hands to the balcony banister, just like you did. “I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

You didn't answer because you didn't know whether you were uncomfortable and upset or you felt very good and were mad at yourself because of that.

You watched the snow falling down from the sky. It was piling up on the trees which were decorated with golden and shiny balls. You were sure Lucy did all of this decoration. You'd helped her for a few times. The view was green, white and golden and you loved it, for the first time in your life. Maybe the reason was Peter, maybe you just missed Narnia too much.

“Do you remember how we used to play?” He asked with a soft voice. You knew he was anxious because he didn't get any answer from you, therefore he was trying to make you speak to see if you were angry.

“I do,” You replied. “And I also remember beating you.”

“You are mistaken, m'lady. I chose to lose to you.”

“Oh, you did?” You couldn't stop giggling. “Would you like me to remind you the truth?”

“Oh no, absolutely no.” He laughed and you felt butterflies in your stomach. “I don't want them to see their High King losing a snowball fight.”

“But you'd lose to the former general of Narnia Army. I think it wouldn't seem that bad.”

He heard the tease in your voice and it made him smile more. He loved to be able to talk to you again, like this. Playful, cheerful and totally easy going. Since your childhood and the moment you fell in love with each other, the communication between you had always been smooth. He listened you and you listened him with a beautiful smile on your face, all the time. That was one of the charasteristics of you he definitely loved.

There was, of course, so many things he loved about you, but the way you listened him, cared every single word he said and understood him was something else. He always thought you and him were so alike. You almost shared the same soul because you were very talented at empathizing with his emotions and understanding his struggles. He had never been reluctant or timid when it came to speak with you.

“Well, you may be right.” He answered you as he took a short breath to get rid of his thoughts that had been distcracting him.

“Who is the general now?”

“Oreius.”

“Oh,” You nodded. “He was an excellent warrior. It's not surprising that he is the general.”

“Yes,” He turned his hand and looked at you. “Y/N, look. I'm really sorry if I annoyed you with anything I did. I swear my intention was not to make you uncomfortable. I promised myself to be as neutral as possible. You may not like me anymore, you may have someone new in your life, or you may be bothered because of the things that happened between us. I am sincerely sorry, I really didn't want to bother you.”

“I've been on my own since the day I left Narnia.” You said. “In the way you mean.” Then you looked at thim, his blue eyes were already on you. “And it's alright, I'm sure I, too, have done things I didn't mean to.”

“Yes, yes you did. I mean, you couldn't stop looking at me throughout the dance.”

“What?” You laughed as you hit his arms jokingly. “Sir, I looked at a Christmas tree for minutes. I know I was able to stop looking at you.”

“Why don't you just admit that I look absolutely beautiful and charming tonight?”

“After all those years,” You said in a serious manner. “I realized that you, High King Peter, are not my type at all.”

“What are you talking about? I am totally your type!” His hands were pointing his face.

“No,” You shook your head. “No, not at all.”

“Oh, come on!” He objected to you but there was a smile on his face. He looked like a child who just lost a game and was objecting to the rules. “Is this a defense mechanism you use to stifle your desire to kiss me?”

You laughed at his words. “Peter, I am not kissing you.”

“But you should.” He pointed to the mistletoe which was hang up to the soffit of the balcony above you. “You know, we are under the mistletoe.”

“No, techinaclly we are-”

Everything happened too fast. He took a step back and meanwhile he held your waist and pulled you with him. You were now under the mistletoe. Before you could said anything, he kissed your lips.

You answered the kiss back. Actually, it was not your reaction, you didn't even think of kissing him back. It was your body's immediate reaction but you were glad that you were kissing him back. You missed how soft his lips were and how wonderful his kiss was.

He was the one to break the kiss. He looked at your face but you didn't let him say anything because you kissed him this time.

As your lips danced, you felt over the moon. After all those years you spent alone, despite the mistakes you made, you were rewarded. His kiss, his lips, his hands' soft touches on your cheeks, and shortly, everything about him was a gift to you. Maybe returning back to him was your Christmas gift. You met Santa when you were younger and he seemed like a man would do such thing.

“Peter,” You put your hands to his nape after breaking the kiss. “I know I broke your heart. I know I am mistaken and you have every right not to forgive me. But if you want to me stay, if you still feel the same, I want you to know that I'm willing to stay with you this time. I am ready to stay with you this time.”

His eyes shined and his blue eyes became brighter than a summer sky. A smile appeared on his face. You couldn't stop looking his lips whose color was like a fresh cherry's color now.

“My feelings have never changed.” His thumb caressed your cheek. “Y/N, of course I want you to stay with me. I want you more than anything.”

You smiled happily. “Then, I am staying.”

He kissed your lips again as he hugged your waist and lifted your body. You laughed when he spun you around.

While you two were busy with kissing and laughing, you didn't realize Susan, Lucy and Edmund watching you from the other side of the corridor. Thanks to the big glass windows of the balcony door, they'd been watching you since Peter came to talk to you.

“Yes!” Susan said merrily and excitedly.

Edmund and Lucy were just watching their big brother and smiling.

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