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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: you can take the relationship with the characters as romantic or platonic - completely up to you. Also I feel like this is a neurodivergent thing, where we pick something that looks shiny, cute or weird and gift it to someone we love. It’s the neurotypicals that usually think it’s weird...

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𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 (1000% neurodivergent. Most likely has AuDHD)

・Running to Lucy to told her to shut her eyes and hold our her hands

・Would undoubtedly take the rock excitedly

・Actually would be out in the woods looking at pretty rocks with you in the first place

“Ooh this one actually shines in the light!” She says as she holds it up to the sun. Without realising, she had found a citrine gemstone.

・There are many different rocks in Narnia, and because of the magic, there’s no ... logic, to what can be found

・It makes humans very interested

・Both of you returning back to the castle covered in dirt but with sacks full of rocks (Peter says you can only choose your favourite 3 and the rest have to be left outside)

・Is definitely a hobby for you and Lucy

・It’s what you bonded over in the beginning of your friendship

・Has a collection in her room that she’s specifically told the servants not to get rid of (because the majority of the collection are just plain rocks)

・Would have a smooth stone that she keeps in her pocket to rub - as a form of stimming

𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 (Is neurodivergent, but has masked for so long that he doesn’t know how to unmask)

・Is used to Lucy giving him trinkets, ribbons, rocks, shells etc when they were young

・So when you present him the rock that “reminded you of him,” he blushes a little and thanks you

・He absolutely loves when people tell him “oh this made me think of you,” and it’s a positive thing ??? It blows his mind

・Edmund has no judgement. He just thinks it’s normal. Unlike some people who think it’s just plain weird (idk why they think it’s weird. It’s so human to want to collect things.)

・Edmund actually has a momento of each place that he’s visited. Both in Narnia and the human world.

・At home he has snow globes, pins, train tickets, pens, pamphlets, etc in his room, to remind him of all the places his been. And that war won’t be forever. That the world has a lot to offer.

・However, Edmund can agree that the collectible items are much better in Narnia

・Everything feels alive with magic, especially when Aslan is near

𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧 (I’m actually thinking a lil neurodivergent. Maybe even autistic??)

・Like Edmund, she’s used to when Lucy would bring her random objects

・Hence why you found it so easy to give her things you thought were cool

・This was a common occurance, and it was nearly a daily routine for Susan to empty out her pockets of a night and see random objects

・Sometimes when she’s too focused on something, you’ll just slip the things into her pockets; notes, reminders, things she’s forgotten to take with her, silly little presents etc.

・She always knows it’s you

・Not in a weird way - but she can smell you, so she isn’t startled by your presence ... like ever

・So when you gave her the rock, a glinting piece of labradorite, she held it up to the light and moved it about. Making it flash here and there.

・She was very impressed

“This will go great with the collection!”

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 (is definitely neurotypical. One of the judgy ones as well, until you - who opens his mind.)

・The least ... chill about it.

・Thinks collecting things is a waste of time unless they serve a purpose

・Has made you angry a few times because of it

・Lucy had to tell him to be nicer because the way he was going about it ... god he was being so headstrong

・So now he goes about it a lot more gently (because he’s gotten to know you better as well. You’re an important person in his life and he doesn’t want to upset you)

・So when you show him, he nods his head and does a weird, “oh thanks,” with furrowed brows.

・He doesn’t understand that it’s a token of your love/feelings toward him

・Not until you scrunch your face up and explain that to him

・And then he’s like, “oh wow. Okay then, I love it! Thank you - please give it to me,” and he’s chasing you around the room.

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 (Not neurodivergent but loves people who are different and think out of the box)

・You had found him in the training yard, sweaty and out of breath

・Although in an established relationship, you still take the time to explain why you do certain things and what certain things mean to you, why you do certain things etc.

・Even if the word neurodivergent doesn’t exist yet, the people do. And are known as the poets, writers, creators, the intelligent, the weird, the hermits.

・And Caspian has always had an open-mind. No matter what, he’s always gone into things thinking about different points of view

・So a lot of things happened naturally with Caspian. And explaining yourself was easy because he understood a lot of your concepts

・When you gave him the rock, you were incredibly nervous but still desperate to show Caspian because it was a part of your background - collecting things, and you wanted to share that with him

・In all truthfulness, Caspian was expecting something much weirder to happen by the way you were acting

・But when you gave him the rock, his response gave you butterflies

“Thank you, my love, I will cherish it always.”

・And he stayed true to his promise

・Somehow he got a blacksmith to turn it into a ring and he wore it always

𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐞 (I reckon he’s autistic tbh, so neurodivergent 10/10)

・Being amongst the Narnian people was like nothing you could have ever imagined

・But what goes significantly unnoticed is the landscape and what would be normal in our world is 10x more magical in Narnia

・So you and Eustace have absolute field days just spending hours looking through this new world

・When you stumble across this particular rock, it takes your breath away and you instantly have to show Eustace

・Getting his attention was a bit difficult though but once you had it, he was very excited

・When you place it in his hands, he examines it, to see if it’s a geode or something that can be cracked open

・His mind is an endless pit of scientific facts

・But you didn’t give it to him for scientific purposes

・You gave Eustace the stone because ... well it represented something

・Where Eustace is facts, you’re fiction - a poet, at times

・And you wanted him to know how unyielding your feelings for him are

・However, Eustace did crack it open. Even after your pleads not to, yet his suspicions were right. Because inside it was a glimmering mass of shimmering rock pieces

𝐀𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧 (understands the way of the world and how people’s minds work so he is neither neurotypical or neurodivergent - he just ... is). Also like, you can see Aslan in a romantic way if you want, but I’m kinda writing him as this father figure

・You didn’t mean to interrupt the meeting but you were too excited to wait to show Aslan the cool rock you’d found

・It was jagged but had reflective, almost glittering elements when you moved it around

・It looked ... magical

・And you wanted to ask if it might be

・So when you ran into the map room, where Aslan and a few other guards were, you enthusiastically brandished it in front of him

“Look! Look what I found! For you-”

・Very gracious

・Thanked you immediately while the others around you look at you like you’re crazy

・If anyone says anything mean about you, he will call them out

・You think he just forgets about them but he actually keeps everything you give him

・He can tell exactly where you got the rock from; which woods, lake or ocean. He’s so intune with Narnia that every little thing is easy for him to identify

・Encourages you to find more

・And gives you tips on the best places to find more cool things

𝐌𝐫 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐮𝐬 (Yes, neurodivergent. Kinda goblin brained, but likes his alone time and collecting of things)

・It was a bit of a down day and you could see his frown. Wanting to brighten his day you went on a stroll, trying to find a pretty flower or a nice bunch of herbs

・But you couldn’t find either of those things

・Instead, you came across a tree stump with such smooth round rocks at the base.

・They looked so ... satisfying

・A perfect egg-shaped stone, close to one you’d seen Lucy playing with from time to time

・Running back home, you called out for Tumnus, and as he stood in front of you, you told him to hold out his hands

“Hmm...,” he said with a suspicious look, but obeyed.

・When you put it in his hands he blushed immediately. Knowing that you know how much he loves knick knacks and collecting objects... it made his day a lot better

・I feel like this could be a Narnian custom in a way. Like...to show your affection for the one you love, you go out in nature and find something that reminds you of them???

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rebellionmoon · 1 year

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💚 ILLUMI HEADCANONS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY 💚

idk but i just love imagining random facts about illumi, that don't really add to his character, but kindof do too? Maybe it's because there isn't much screen time of illumi in the anime that my brain needs to fill all that empty space of longing in my heart of what could have been.

SO HERE ARE RANDOM ILLUMI (HEADCANON) FACTS THAT SERVE NOTHING:

He drinks beer and uses his teeth to open the bottles. He used to have a collection of bottlecaps, but then he gave them to Killua. So whenever Illumi opened a bottle, the cap would hence force go to Killua. Now the jar of bottlecaps is somewhere in Killua's room collecting dust.

After finishing an assassintion, he likes to get fastfood. Something quick and indulgent, like it's a cheat day. If he was on a job with his brothers then they'd hit a bodega afterwards. Sometimes he would bring food back to Milluki too.

He can hold a burger in one hand and tear through a ketchup packet with his teeth. He dips his food so much, he rarely eats anything without sauce.

Like Silva, Illumi has had a few pets in his life. One of them being a bear. He named it Pikelet. (I'll explore this one more in my fic!)

Although murder is his trade, that shouldn't hinder his other passions, including wild life conservation! This boy grew up in the mountains, albiet privately owned. You can't convince me he isn't a goblin child at heart.

He always thought he deserved to have fangs.

When he sees a walking stick lying on the ground, he has the urge to pick it up and wield it like a sword.

When he was eight he read all the narnia books. Peter was his comfort character, but he wanted to be Prince Caspian. To this day, if you ask him why he likes Narnia, he will give you a disseration and explain why Lucy is the strongest of all the penvensie siblings. He has never had turkish delight, but believes he would betray his siblings for them, they just look so good!

He could grow antlers out of pure will power. No, literally, he can. He can and will show you. "I'm a crytid. Look at my antlers."

He's still a Goosebumps kid at heart. When autumn rolls around, he he lays in bed and watches his favorite spooky shows (scooby doo, goosebumps, are you afraid of the dark?, tales from the crypt)

When he was little, he used to play in the forest by himself ALOT. One time, he crawled into a log, but the log was at the top of a hill and it began to roll down with him in it and then it rolled into a pond. He was able to escape, but he almost drowned and never told anyone what happened. He was a little mortified to tell anyone because he almost died doing something stupid. He'll tell you he has done alot of stupid things in the woods, but won't divulge more than that.

He's actually kind of good at acting and loves watching movies. This is part of why he is so good at diguises, he studies the actors in movies lol Sometimes he repeats lines from movies randomly in the house. Out of nowhere, he shouts 'BILBOOOO BAGGINSSSS' in a gandolf like voice. It's okay, just accept it.

Illumi has rehabilitated many opossums in his life.

He owns an animal rescue ranch, under a different identity of one of his disguises, that rebahilibates injured animals and prepares to release them back to the wild. His current disguise is an old man, but Illumi plans to 'die' and come back as his son/heir. Yes, he has worked out an entire line of succession for a rescue ranch. Did he have to do this? No, but he did anyway.

Once Illumi officiated the wedding between a frog named Freddie Lime to another frog named Emily Spinach. Oh, he was also high, but the wedding was beautiful, and Milluki fished him out of the pond afterwards.

There's a deer in Kukuroo Mountain that is fond of Illumi. If it sees him, it will run up to him. Illumi doesn't know what the forest calls the deer, but he calls it Thimble. He gives Thimble treats, and Thimple lets Illumi pet him, the arrangement has worked out very well so far.

Kukuroo Mountain is self sustainable, and alot of the food they cook they grow themselves. There's also a farm, with cows. Illumi would just be chilling on a hamick and then suddenly killua runs past him, and then so does a cow. Illumi goes back to napping, this isn't his mess to clean up.

"Concept: I will continue to bottle up all my emotions until I snap."

Moss.

Here were some facts! I have more stuff, but those are spoilers for my fanfic (where shadows touch), My obsession might be unhealthy but it's delicious and i love it so I'm not gonna stop.

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iliumheightnights · 2 years

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Stories | Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader

Fandom: Narnia Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader Summary: Edmund Missed Narnia. He remembered it fondly. But sometimes memories fade, and that’s what scares Edmund. Luckily, he met someone who could help.

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Edmund sat at his desk and stared at the chalkboard ahead. The professor blabbered on about something he had absolutely no interest in and was bored out of his mind. He took a glance to the clock that was on the wall and saw it was close to the end. He let out a breath and returned his attention to the front, however his mind wandered somewhere else.

In his head Edmund was through the hills that laid right outside of Cair Paravel. When he did that he was free, he could go wherever he wanted to go. He could imagine the faces of the people he would pass and see their smiles and waves. He had gotten so far lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t been brought back until the bell rang. The professor dismissed the class and Edmund was only too grateful to get out of there. He had been in such a rush he had left behind one of his journals.

Ed walked through the halls and passed by the other boys. Some went to other classes, others on lunch, others on breaks. He himself was on his lunch break, but he didn’t feel like going to the cafeteria and dealing with everyone. Instead he chose to walk outside and sit below one of the large trees in the shade.

Once he was sitting he just stayed still for a bit. He could hear some of the other boys running around and messing with each other. The occasional yell of a professor in the distance. Not to mention the smell of fresh baked bread coming from the kitchens. He reached for his bag and went to pull out his journal when he realized it was missing.

“Looking for this?”

Edmund turned towards the voice and was greeted by a hand holding his journal out to him. He followed the hand up and saw M/n smiling at him. Ed took the journal from the boy with a small and timid smile. “Thanks.”

“Mind if I join you?” M/n asked motioning to the ground to which Edmund only shrugged. M/n’s smile only grew as he sat down and removed his bag. “Thanks. So is that important?” He pointed at the journal he had returned. “I usually never see you without that thing, I was actually surprised that you had left it in class.”

Edmund shrugged. “It is to me. To anyone else it’d probably not be worth a lot.” He flipped through the book showing off the filled pages of writing. “They’re just stories of mine. I write them down so I won’t forget.” He stopped back at the beginning, smiling at his first “story”. It was the first time he went to Narnia.

“I love a good story. May I read them?”

Ed blushed but nodded and handed the journal over. “I don’t mind.” Normally he wouldn’t share the journal and stories with anyone…but M/n was different. He felt like he could trust the boy with anything.

M/n flipped through the pages and Edmund watched his facial expressions carefully. They were good ones. He was smiling a lot and even chuckled at some parts. “Ed. These are amazing! I didn’t know you were a writer.”

“I’m not really. I just…put down what I think.”

“So a writer.” He smirked at the other boy. “But for real, these are amazing. I love the assortment of characters and creatures you’ve created. Would you mind if I drew some of these? I can already picture them.”

Ed had to stop and think. To M/n these were just silly stories, but to him they were his memories. His biggest fears were that he’d forget how some people looked and maybe…maybe this would help. “I’d like that. B-but I hope you’re okay with some creative feedback.”

“Of course! They’re your characters after all.” With that M/n pulled out a sketch pad and pencils and got to work sketching.

Months had passed and Edmund and M/n had become a lot closer. They went from classmates to best friends almost over night. M/n loved to listen to Edmund tell his stories and Ed loved to watch M/n sketch. It was almost scary how accurate the boy could recall the people from his memories without even seeing them.

Of course, Ed had also started writing more stories as well. The latest one was his favorite probably. The story of the king and the artist. Was it cheesy of him to write it? Yeah probably, but did he really care? No, not at all. M/n had made him feel a certain way and he had to express it somehow.

So imagine Edmund’s shock the next time M/n had come over.

“Hey Ed! I finished a few sketches.” He started to pull them out and show the Pevensie boy. “The centaur archery practice. The Minotaur lost in the maze. Oh! But this one is really my favorite, the king and the artist.”

Edmund almost passed out then and there. He had forgotten he had written that story in the journal he had given M/n. His crush had just read the story he had written about him…them, together! “What? M/n I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

He froze when he looked at the sketch. There on the paper was a sketch of him dressed in regal royal clothes smiling at M/n who was dressed in basic painter garments. Both of them were looking at each other like they were head over heels for the other. “So…what do you think?”

Ed looked at M/n who was smiling at him but he could tell the boy was nervous. Ed let out a little breathe and smiled right back at him. “It’s great. We look amazing.” M/n let out a laugh along with a sigh before moving his hand and holding Edmund’s. “Good. I’m glad.”

They could tell this was only the start of a great new story.

#narnia #narnia x male!reader #narnia x male reader #edmund pevensie x male reader #edmund pevensie imagines #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x male!reader #edmund pevensie

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underestimated-heroine · 2 years

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My 10th reference post

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 2 years

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TROPED Chapters: Round 1 — Fics + Voting Link!

Welcome to the voting for Round One of our TROPED Chapters Event!! We got EIGHT (8!!!) incredible fics for this event, and we are so excited to see where our authors take these amazing stories in the upcoming rounds! We hope you have enjoyed this first round as much as we have!

Please try to read as many fics as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners!

Voting ends June 14th at 11:59pm EST! Winners announced June 15th!!

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come morning light - the war outside our door keeps raging on (Rated M) [Chronicles of Narnia - Susan/Caspian]

Seven years ago, Susan and her siblings were sent away from a war to the safety of the country side only to be thrust into another war. As the years wear on, their soldiers return from battle fewer and fewer in number, and the graves multiply overnight. Running out of options and manpower, their last chance is proposing an alliance with the King of Telmar, a kingdom seemly just barely allied with the Witch and itching to get out from under her power. Susan walks into the meeting with the King with Edmund at her side and little hope left in her heart, and leaves with an alliance that could turn the tide of the war - and a husband.

wishing on city lights - Chapter 1 (Not Rated) [Spider-Man - Mechelle Jones/Peter Parker]

Peter loves the city lights. Loves his work at the law firm, loves his best friend Ned, loves dancing. And he might love that girl with ink-stained fingertips and fire in her steps. Michelle loves dancing too, although she would never tell. She loves rainy days in her small apartment and hearing secrets in the halls of Brant Enterprises. She most certainly doesn't love the young lawyer with eyes like copper and honey. But life amid flapper girls and mafia bars isn't easy, and when your millionare best friends get engaged and the dance floor is small, a girl with fire in her heart and a boy with care in his hands might get along after all.

Waiting On The Winds Of Change To Blow - save your love and buy me diamonds (Rated T) [Emelan - Briar Moss & Sandrilene fa Toren]

Briar was taken in from the streets of Summersea by Duke Vedris and raised to hold a position in his household. He's been given many honours and opportunities, and now his match to a wealthy merchant's daughter will give him money and connections as well. He's grateful, really he is. But sometimes he wonders if it's really what he wants. “Is something the matter, Briar?” Sandry asked. Briar sighed. “No, it’s nothing, I just…” He trailed off, not sure how to explain it without sounding ungrateful. Sandry studied him for a moment. “Are you nervous?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have expected it of you; you’re always so confident – but this is a significant moment for you.” “I suppose I am,” Briar said slowly. Nervous wasn’t exactly how he’d describe it, but he could work with it. “I just… wasn’t expecting this. Marriage was never really something I considered for myself – given my upbringing, you know.”

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of - The Exiled Prince (Rated M) [The 100 - Raven/Roan]

A decade ago, Roan was exiled from the Kingdom of Azgeda when his brother, Rapier, ascended to the throne. Roan travelled to the other side of the ocean aboard his ship, the Exiled Prince, and took on a new life as the Captain of his own pirate vessel. For ten years, Roan was content. However when his beloved brother is lost, Roan is faced with unexpected choices, the weight of obligations and the presence of the woman who broke his heart as he returns to Azgeda and reclaims the throne.

With Your Name In My Throat - Chapter 1 (Rated M) [The 100 - Lexa/Clarke]

Lexa is content in her life just the way it is, until a so called "perfect match" on her friend's matchmaking service promises to help the people she cares most about in the world. The only catch is she has to marry a perfect stranger. But Lexa can do just about anything, if it helps her friends, and there's no way she will fall in love. Right?

Even Boulders - you're the king, baby, i'm your queen (Rated T) [The 100 - Bellamy & Clarke (+ Surprising Pairing!)]

As queen of the island country Populise, Clarke always knew she would have to marry someday to continue the royal line. However, she had at least expected to be able to choose her own spouse. Instead, her royal advisors have chosen one for her. And somehow, that's the least complicated part of the situation.

Dragons and Alicorns and Political Weddings - Chapter 1 (Rated T) [My Little Pony - Princess Ember/Twilight Sparkle]

In order to better relations with the Dragon Lands, Twilight has been arranged to marry the current dragon lord, Ember. With her friends by her side, she's excited for the big day, even if she's nervous at the prospect of not meeting her fiancee yet. When she finally does, things seem to go well, spurning on her excitement. At least, going well for now.

The Wedding Planet - Chapter 1 (Rated T) [The 100 - Octavia/Clarke]

Bounty hunter Octavia Blake has chased her latest prey, Josephine Lightbourne, all the way to the second moon of Arkadia--the last place she'd expect Josie it be, and the last place Octavia wants to visit--ARK-1002014: The Wedding Planet. There, Clarke Griffin arranges beautiful destination weddings for people from all over the galaxy, every detail provided for, right down to the spouse. Her AI-driven system has turned the ancient art of matchmaking into a commercialized, mechanized, streamlined, and extremely successful, enterprise. Octavia's already found and lost the great love of her life. She's not looking to love again. But an accident, a chance meeting, and a high-stakes bet change all of her plans. Now she'll either find her match, or spend years of her life providing fairy tales for others, while she proves that chemistry, passion, and spark can never be forced into being by a machine.

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justafairytailofinnocence · 1 year

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Hi there! It is Sarah here! Can I have a Harry Potter and Narnia ships please?

Physical Appearance: I have long brown hair with blonde highlights, ocean blue eyes with bluish-purple glasses, I have a curvy but lean body with strong calves thanks to the years of dancing (cheerleading and ballet), horse-riding, running and jumping, I am 5'1 feet tall, I have pale-tan skin with freckles on my face and also I got random moles and freckles on my arms and legs as well and people say I got a smile that can brighten up any room.

Personality: I am an open-minded, kind-hearted, optimistic and friendly girl with a love of learning things like zodiac signs, MBTI types, crystals and Disney etc. I can be very impatient, stubborn, naive and I am also in the spectrum so I can be blunt and quirky only because I see the world in a different way from other people but I see the good in people no matter what and I am loyal and dependable to my friends and family and when someone hurts my friends and my family I can be fiercely protective all over them.

My type for a perfect person: I just want to be my best friend and partner in crime, I want a gentleman who will be proudly hold my hand and being glad that I am their girlfriend, I want someone to bring me flowers and compliments everyday and being the mother/father of my future kids someday and treat me like a queen all the time.

Sexuality and Pronouns: Bisexual (Both male and female preference) and She/Her

MBTI Type: INFJ-T

Big Three: Sagittarius sun, Cancer moon and Aquarius rising

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Enneagram Type: Type 2 (The Helper)

Temperament Personality Type: Sanguine-Choleric (The Influencer)

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Likes: Singing, dancing, acting, writing, reading books, typing, watching Disney movies, Zodiac signs, MBTI types and crystals.

Dislikes: Mean people, vegetables, yelling, someone who hurts the ones I love the most and bullies.

Random Facts: I've been in the school musical productions for 5 years and my childhood nickname was Sarah-Bear.

Hello dear 💖 thanks for the request.

For the harry potter matchup I ship you with:

Fred weasley🎉

Fred first met you on the train toward your fourth year, it had been sometime since you had seen any weasley aside from Ron.

Fred has the same level of optimism as you, he asked you to the yule ball.

Fred would give you lovely pranks that aren't harmful.

Fred would converse with you and mock draco.

In the dumledore army you had obtained a powerful patronus.

You were often bullied by pansy parkinson, but Fred defended you.

Fred proposed to you after you both graduated, he owned a prank shop with you as the co-owner.

You had lived with the weasleys and child that was sorted into ravenclaw.

For narnia I ship you with:

Prince caspian 👑

Prince caspian is highly regarded toward you.

You first met him when you were with the pensieves.

You were the cousin of Lucy, Edmund and Susie.

You had never experienced anything like narnia.

He courted you through your adventures.

He admired your bravery and he developed a crush on you.

You were known as the generous.

Susie and Lucy both felt the same toward the prince but he picked you.

You decided to stay in narnia and marry the prince. You had a child that was heir to the throne.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#harry potter matchup #Harry potter matchups open #narnia matchup #narnia matchups open

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staliaqueen · 2 years

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casmund pedophilia discourse thoughts...

trigger warnings: talk about pedophilia when it comes to shipping, including actor interactions and fan art, but nothing explicit. also this is just an extremely long post, but I wanted it to be as nuanced as possible.

So, an incident happened sometime ago as a result of me making some casmund positive comments, and I felt like I needed to get out my thoughts on this topic. Not gonna go into any detail of this incident so don’t even ask.

DISCLAIMER first, I do NOT support pedophilia, please don’t accuse me of that.

Also if I get any facts wrong here you are welcome to correct me with proof. I’m just going off of the facts I can find and remember, they may be incorrect.

Before I get into it, I beg everyone reading this to go into it with an open mind, thank you.

To establish the entire thing, from what I can find, in Prince Caspian the book, Caspian is 13 years old (same age as Susan), which would make Edmund 11. Then in Voyage of the Dawn Treader the book, Caspian is 16 years old (since he was born in Narnia year 2290, and VDT takes place in 2306) and Edmund is 14. However, in the movies, they chose to cast Ben Barnes as Caspian, who was definitely older than 13, and therefor aged him up. The siblings were also aged up just due to the fact that the actors had grown too much since the filming of the first movie. What most people seem to interpret is that Caspian is the same age as Peter and that they’re both around 17 years old, and Edmund is around 14. Now, Voyage of the Dawn treader is where it gets confusing. We get it confirmed that Edmund is still underage since he can’t enlist in the army, and since the war is still going on and we go by the established ages in PC, Edmund is at oldest 15 years old, while Skandar Keynes (Edmund’s actor) was 19 years old when the movie released, presumably around 18 upon filming. By that Caspian would’ve been 18, while Ben Barnes was 28–29.

So, if you’re going by these ages, people who ship Caspian and Edmund are either shipping a 14 and 16 year old, or a 15 year old and 18 year old.

As for the book ages, I think that’s completely fine. I get a lot of people having a personal problem with it, but I’ve known couples like this and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this age difference. Individuals are so different that the whole “maturity” argument doesn’t really hold up. I’ve met couples like this on the same maturity level, both low and high lol. Now, these types don’t usually last that long, which is probably just because both parties are very young, but it’s ridiculous to call a 16 year old a pedophile because they’er dating someone who’s 14.

Now, the movie ages are a lot iffier. Like, Caspian is an adult there. But the thing is that Caspian doesn't have a confirmed age in the movies (correct me if I’m wrong). Like, the whole fandom has basically just decided that he is the same age as Peter, but I think you can make an argument that he’s the same age as Susan. It actually makes MORE sense since they’re the same age in the book and because of the whole Susan/Caspian subplot. This would make the casmund age difference 2 years instead, and Caspian 17 in VDT. Which I think completely evaporates the problem. Like if someone replies to this post that they think it’s somehow toxic or unhealthy for a 15 and 17 year old to date, I’m just gonna say that I plain disagree with you.

There’s also the fact, that a lot of misunderstandings stem from as well, that the Pevensies lived 15 years in Narnia and grew up into whole ass adults. The misunderstandings with this just comes from different interpretations. What I mean is: it’s clear that in the books the Pevensies go back to being children in both body and mind after their first adventure in Narnia, their memories there feeling more like a dream. BUT, it is definitely up to debate if this is the case in the movies as well. Some people don’t seem to realise this, but just because something was true in the books does not necessarily mean it is true in the movies as well. They are two different pieces of media in different forms of media created in two completely different times by completely different people. Since they changed things in the movies, anything that isn’t concretely confirmed is technically up for debate.

What are MY personal thoughts on this? A general rule of thumb I use, is that if something isn’t confirmed but doesn’t have any evidence going against it either, then the most logical interpretation is that it is the same as in the books. Example: the same amount of time having passed on earth and narnia between PC and VDT. This isn’t directly confirmed by the narrative, but it is not in any way disproven by the narrative either (correct me if I’m wrong). So where does the Pevensies’ mental ages fit into this rule of thumb? Well, I personally think it gets disproven by Peter’s arc in PC. Like, that entire thing feels like the writers were trying to figure out how an adult might actually react if they were thrown into the body of their child self again. I mean, “Don’t you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?” / “We are kids.” / “Well, I wasn’t always.” It’s pretty clear what they’re going for here. Book Peter could never have said this.

If we’re going by the ages I established earlier for Caspian, this would make him 17/18 in VTD and Edmund (mentally) 28–30. This actually makes it creepy the other way around. Which is kind of ironic. But I do think this post on shipping immortal teenagers is kind of relevant here, even if it doesn’t fit exactly.

So, my general thoughts on this, is that the movies complicate it so much that there isn’t any canon age for any of the characters after LWW. Like, look above, it literally took me seven paragraphs to try and make sense of all the different ages Edmund and Caspian could be. It’s free real estate these characters can by any age you want.

Now, I realise the problem a lot of people have with this comes from the actors’ ages. Like, it’s hard yo look at 29 year old Ben Barnes with a beard and see a 17 year old lol. The actors ages would only really be a problem (in film not fandom) if the movie actually included a romantic arc between Caspian and Edmund (kind of like they did with having Lucy’s 15 year old actress flirt with 29 year old Ben Barnes’ character 🤮🤮). Like if they had a kissing scene with these two characters you could BET that I would be so fucking against that shit. But, the thing is, they didn’t.

The actors’ ages can definitely be a problem IN FANDOM though, regardless if anything explicit happened in the movie. Like there are a lot of ways to be creepy about this shit. Like drawing explicit fan art for example. I’ve seen that type of shit in other fandoms and holy fuck is it creepy. Also direct fan contact with the actors, bringing up the ship to them and asking a bunch or weird questions and shit. Definitely not okay.

The thing is, I haven’t seen any of this from any casmund shipper at all. Not that I spend a lot of time in that corner of the fandom, since I don’t ship them at all, but still. I’m sure some of those kind of shippers exist out there, but they are definitely not the majority, and there are bad eggs in any fandom/ship. To think all of them are like that is just reductive...

(It is still very valid to be turned off from the ship because of the actors’ ages. I never meant to indicate it wasn’t. You’re just gonna have to accept that not everyone will be.)

I think a lot of the conflict here, comes from something that is a general fandom problem, or honestly just internet problem: that people assume the worst from everyone. It's so easy to see someone post an opinion that you think is Bad™ and start heatedly arguing with them like having this Bad™ opinion robs them of any redeeming qualities or believes and like this is the most important fight in the world that you must emerge victorious from. Even if Edmund WAS 14 and Caspian WAS 18 or something, I don’t think most people would be/are going at it from that perspective. Most people have good intentions! I don’t think many casmund shippers went like “Yes this is a child and an adult and I’m going to ship them romantically despite of this because I am pro pedophilia”. Especially involving shippers who are underage themselves. Let's also consider the fact they are FICTIONAL characters. There’s a huge leap between shipping a pedophilic ship and encouraging such a relationship in real life (not that the first one isn’t a problem, just stop acting like they’re of the same severity), and I don’t think there is much overlap there. I just want people to keep that in mind, and just ask themselves how they’d handle a situation like this if it involved someone they met irl, or even a close friend or family member. Because heartlessly attacking people like we are doing right now isn’t doing any good, and definitely isn’t changing any minds.

Now, if you wanna unfollow or block me because I might make another casmund positive comment in the future, go ahead! I really don’t care. You cultivate your own internet experience and if that’s gonna bother you I encourage you to do it. This post wasn’t about proving anyone wrong, I just wanted to get my thoughts out there so people can know.

Now, I couldn’t for the life of me come up with a way to summarise this for a tldr, so if anyone can you can definitely add that in the reblogs lol.

I am open to criticism and further debate on this.

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padfootagain · 3 years

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The Ocean

Here we go with a new request for my 5k event! Anon asked for a drabble for Caspian with the prompts :

2. "Don't worry, it's just a scratch… OUCH!"

26. "I'm the luckiest though. I have you."

This is a lot of fluff, just cute fluff… I hope you like it :)

Pairing : Caspian x reader

Word Count : 1898

Caspian's love for the sea was not a secret. You were aware of the nickname given to the king. The Seafarer. And that name made by the men under his command, and since adopted by all in the Kingdom, took roots in a true trait of his character. The ocean was just as much his lover as you were, in a way, to the point where you sometimes were a little jealous of the oceanic waves. He sometimes stood on the edge of a cliff, staring at the horizon where two hues of blue met and mingled, without moving a muscle for hours on end. You could read it in his expression every time he was on a boat, by the way his features lit up and his eyes glimmered while the wind batted his hair against his cheeks that he was home. That he was where he belonged, more so than on any throne, more so than in any divine hall of stone, more so even than riding with you through the forests of Narnia as leaves cracked and shivered under your horses' hooves. No, the place that felt like home to him was the ocean.

You couldn't fight his love for the moody waters, and couldn't temper his passion for the salty waves. You had given up on this attempt a long time ago, before you and Caspian even got married. It made him happy, after all. And even if the sea was a treacherous companion, there was little you could do against such a passionate love.

Caspian was well aware of your worry every time he left for the sea, but he always promised he would come back to you, and in his mind there was no doubt that he would. He had never broken a promise made to you - or anyone else, for that matter – and he intended on keeping his word once more.

He hoped that one day you would look at the sea with a friendly eye instead of one of rivalry, but it was difficult for you to share his excitement for the deep waters. It was difficult for you to see anything else in the waves than a force trying to take your husband away.

But you loved him too much, and whenever he was home, you walked down the length of the beach of white sand that ran along the cliffs of Cair Paravel. In the distance, the harbour protected the boats during the low tide, and the purple and golden sails of the Dawn Treader glimmered under the bright sunlight. You remained at a fair distance from the busy port though, seeking with your husband some private time to share, filled with tenderness and breathy giggles, with shy touches of fingertips and stolen glances. You had been married for several years, and yet, you still felt giddy whenever he was around, and his heart still skipped a beat whenever he laid eyes on you. You knew that you were lucky, both of you were well aware that this kind of love was rare, even more so for people of power like the two of you. There must have been someone looking after both of you with magical powers in their hands to guide the two of you on the same path. Caspian always said that Aslan himself must have made sure you found each other, and you had to agree.

You were walking down the beach over the edge of the water, your ankles kissed with the salty water slowly crawling up the sand, the tide rising once more to claim back what was its own kingdom, untamed and wild. Caspian was carrying your shoes and his, his other hand tenderly holding yours. It was warm on this summer afternoon, and Caspian had left his coat in Cair Paravel, choosing to leave for a walk with only a white shirt with large sleeves puffing around his muscles and letting the fabric open upon the upper part of his chest. The medallion you had offered him as a protective token the first time he went off to sea after your marriage was still hanging around his neck, the golden circle moving across his chest with each step he took. His long dark hair was messed with the wind, the light getting caught in his long eyelashes and the beard covering his cheeks. His eyes, so dark, showed a little bit of brown under the bright sunlight instead of their inky usual shade. He looked soft, domestic, so different from the kingly demeanour he had to wear in the castle. Instead, he was just your husband, and you couldn't refrain an enamoured smile to grace your lips at the sight.

The bottom of your dress was drenched with salty water and clung to your calves, but you didn't care. Caspian's brown trousers were wet too, patches of darker shades of fabric marking where the waves had climbed up his legs. You knew several dignitaries who would have been shocked by the King and Queen of Narnia behaving so mundanely, but none of you minded, as you simply enjoyed each other's company. When the two of you were alone, it was so easy to just be yourselves.

You reached a patch of golden rocks emerging from the water where seagulls rested after their long flights. Thanks to the low tide, the beach reached the rocks carved into sharp shapes by thousands of years being beaten by the waves. Caspian's eyes lit up at the sight.

"Would you mind a bit of adventure, my love?" he asked, a mischievous smile brightening his handsome features.

"What do you have in mind?" you asked back, yours eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Follow me."

You could have tried to fight back and pull him back towards you instead of following him as he hurried towards the rocks, but there was no need to delay the obvious. You would end up yielding anyway.

You let him guide you to the rocks, and you climbed on top, Caspian helping you up and giggling every time he had to catch you as you lost your balance. You spent some time staring at the seaweeds that covered the rock, and the tiny pools carved in that hid tiny crabs that ran away when you came too close. You looked for seashells on the edge of the water, and laughed as Caspian came too close to the edge and was drenched by a particularly strong wave, his shirt now clinging to his body, the fabric turning from white to see-through. His hair dried quickly under the warm sun though, tangling in the wind.

He chased you around with seaweeds in his hands, trying to put them on your head, and you laughed so hard you could barely breathe.

It was a perfect afternoon, really, and for a moment, you weren't so angry and jealous of the sea. Caspian had a gift to make you forget about everything else in the world but your love for him. Until your husband, in a clumsy step, slipped onto some seaweed and fell head first across the rock.

You heard him letting out a loud grunt as he hit the ground, and you hurried back to him, crossing the few steps that separated the two of you, all traces of laughter now gone from your features.

"Darling! Are you okay?" you asked with worry oozing from your every words.

"Yes," he nodded, sitting up. "I'm fine, just…"

You kneeled by his side, noticing that he was holding his forehead.

"Let me see," you ordered, and Caspian didn't even think about arguing.

As you pulled his fingers away, a gush of blood ran down the side of his face. But you quickly saw that it was nothing serious. You cut a piece of your dress to press the fabric against his forehead, but Caspian rolled his eyes, trying to wipe the blood away with the back of his hand.

"Don't worry, it's just a scratch… OUCH!" he jumped as you forcefully pressed the clothe against his cut.

"Don't start arguing with me. You hit your head pretty hard."

"It is really nothing to worry about, my darling. Just a little cut. I have seen much worse."

"Don't remind me!" you scolded him.

He rolled his eyes with a cheeky smile.

"You are adorable when you get worried about me. I like it."

"If you want me to take care of you, dearest, I would advise you to watch your words!"

"It is nothing, love."

"We should go back to the castle, clean your cut properly," you ignored him.

"Not yet," he complained. "We still haven't seen the sunset!"

"Caspian, you're hurt…"

But he took your wrist in his hand, pulling your hand away from his forehead, before guiding it to his lips to drop a tender kiss to your pulse on the inside of your wrist. His wound had stopped bleeding already, and now that you could properly see the damage, you had to admit it was nothing serious, a little scratch that would be gone in a week or so.

"I am fine. It's nothing. Let's stay a little longer, please," he asked with begging eyes you knew you would be unable to refuse anything to. "You promised we would watch the sunset together tonight. So, let's stay. Please, stay."

He pulled you closer and closer until he could kiss your lips, making you forget everything about the world around you, goosebumps running up your arms and making your knees shake under you.

"Please, stay," he asked one more time, knowing he had won already, knowing that after such a kiss, he would have broken your will for anything else but your desire to stay in his arms like this.

You heaved a sigh, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck and running your fingers through his messy hair.

"You're lucky you have good arguments in your favour," you yielded, making both of you laugh.

He hummed in agreement, tightening his hold on you and pressing you to his chest as you sat down and got comfortable in his arms.

"I am the luckiest though. I have you," he added, looking down at you before dropping a chaste kiss into your hair, making you smile and close your eyes, relishing in his wooded scent and the steady beating of his heart under your palm.

Caspian's eyes moved back to the sea, resting once more onto the untameable waves, and the infinite possibilities that laid over the horizon. Lands to discover, and monsters hidden, and so many people waiting on the other side. So many mysteries to uncover.

Caspian was well aware people sometimes called him Seafarer. Sometimes, his own men claimed that the ocean was his true home, that he belonged there, on the sea. That instead of a castle, he belonged on a boat. Caspian never paid too much attention to these words, and he never bothered correcting all those that thought the sea was his real and true love, the place he felt truly himself, that the ocean was his home.

Because he knew where his home was. He held it in his arms now.

You were his home. And no matter where the sea would try to take him, he would always come back to you in the end.

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swordofpevensie · 3 years

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We Will See (Prince Caspian x You Fic.)

requested: by @lovecatystuff Hi! Could you write something with Caspian and arranged marriage, when both of them didn't want it at the beginning but later he see how caring and lovely she is, please? Thank you in advance! 💜💜💜

warnings: angst, arranged marriage, the reader (you) has a terrible father, mentions of violence, implying of rape, almost violence, we defeat sexist idiots here, miraz is a jerk, slowburn.

word count: 5005

a/n: i sincelery hope you like it caty because you are so cute and deserve to be happy. i’m so excited to share it with you! (｡♡‿♡｡)

my masterlist is not here because you know, i broke it.

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The first time you saw Caspian, you were sure that you hated him. First of all, he was so spoiled, because he was the prince of a strong empire. He was also conceited. He didn't even greet you. And you could tell he was doing his best not to look at you.

While your father and Miraz were discussing how this marriage would be and its benefits, you and Caspian just sit there. No one asked you what you thought, if you wanted to get married, if you liked each other. You felt like a worthless and pathetic animal waiting to be sold to its new owner. You wanted to cry and escape from that room, that castle and get lost. You wanted to be alone for the rest of your life because you were sick of your greedy father and sacrificing yourself for his benefits.

“My Lord,” You heard your father speaking. “I'm sure this marriage will make both of us stronger than we already are.”

Miraz nodded; there was an evil smile on his face.

“You know she will stay here,” He spoke. “Is she good and obedient? I don't want a bride who is a rebel in my castle.”

Your father had a little flashback about you. You fighting with a sword, showing up in the castle covered in mud, the time you bit a man's hand because he was trying to stop you from fighting, you yelling at your father because he didn't allow you to go outside, the time you fell into a hole with your horse while you were training.

“She is absolutely obedient, my Lord.” Your father said. You tried so hard not to smile. “She will not cause you any problems.”

Miraz looked at you; there was something in his eyes that made you so uncomfortable. But you didn't look away, answered his eyes and stared at him until he felt annoyed and turned his head.

“Then, let the preparations begin!” Miraz shouted.

Your father signified you to come with his hand. When you stood up to go, Caspian did the same.

“May I talk with you before you leave, Princess Y/N?”

You didn't ask your father for permission on purpose. He beat you and forced to you to get married no matter how hard you tried to fight back and stop him. Now, you were determined to turn his life into a ceaseless torture.

“Yes, of course.” You replied him. Honestly, you were surprised that he condescended to talk to you.

“I think it will be better if we can talk alone. Would it be okay for you to go out?”

“I'd like to go outside.”

Your father grunted angrily and intended to stop you but Miraz stopped him.

“We should let young lovers talk.”

When you were finally outside, Caspian stopped in the middle of the garden.

“Thank you for accepting my offer, Princess Y/N.” Caspian started to speak. “I know you do not want to get married with me. I totally understand that, we've just met and maybe you have someone else in your heart, or maybe you just do not like marriage.” He cleared his throat. “What I'm saying is although we both do not want this marriage; I think we should try to enjoy it. I do not expect you to love me and I can't love you suddenly but if we try to be friends, things may be easier and bearable. What do you think?”

You didn't like him, that was a fact, but his words offended you somehow. Especially when he said bearable, you felt very offended. Were you ugly or not enough for him? Were you a person who was annoying and unbearable? You didn't do anything wrong in the short time he saw you. Why did he use such words then?

“Yes, Prince Caspian, I do not want to get married to someone like you and I will do whatever it takes to stop this marriage.”

He seemed angry. “You cannot stop it now. They've already decided. We are getting married, no matter we like it or not.”

“I can stop it!” You raised your voice. “And I will!”

He rolled his eyes. “Could you stop your father when he first informed you about the marriage?”

Your answer was silence.

“That's what I thought.” He took a short breath. “I know you are angry and sad. I feel the same things. You are not the only one who is forced to marry. If we can respect each other and become friends, we can at least have a good time despite their evil intentions.”

“No,” Your voice shook. “I will stop my father. I will try harder.” When you felt your tears coming, you turned around and left Caspian there.

Caspian was sure that he hated you. Although it was the first time he saw you, he thought you were unbearable and about to turn his life into a nightmare.

.*･｡ﾟ ༘✧

It had been a month since you and your father left Miraz's castle. During this time, you kept fighting with your father and objecting this marriage but he was determined and strong.

He punished you, made you stay in the dungeons for a week, locked you in your room and let you out only when tailors came to prepare your wedding dress.

You felt nothing but unhappiness. Sometimes you weren't even there, people talked to you but you didn't hear. You were unhappy, sad and broken because you felt like nothing, no one. You opinions weren't important, your voice wasn't heard. You didn't want this marriage because your mother and father's marriage was also arranged and your mother suffered because of your father for her whole life. You were scared to have the same fate.

However, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop your father and your wedding day came. You, your father and the maids travelled to Miraz's castle the night before the wedding.

The maids helped you get dressed, they did your hair, put some scent on your body, and you were ready to go.

Your father was with you during the ceremony. He escorted you until you arrived to the dais and Caspian held your hand.

Your dress was dark red; you noticed Caspian's cape was the same colour. He wore black trousers and boots, his shirt was also black.

You made your marriage vows but both of you kept it short and simple.

Caspian had managed to convince his uncle not to have a ball after the wedding. Miraz accepted because he didn't care about your wedding at all and he didn't want to deal with people.

When you were informed that there wouldn't be a ball last night, you were glad. You didn't want to want to dance with him and pretend to like him.

Therefore, after ceremony ended, Caspian and you went to your room. The place you would stay for the rest of your life. You hated every step you took and every single minute you walked. Caspian was holding your hand until you arrived to the room. It was a matter of form.

He opened the door and waited for you to go inside.

You were scared. What if he wanted to make... It? Would he hurt you if you said no? You had no weapon with you because your father made sure you didn't take any. You could fight with him with bare hands but what if he had a weapon? Your heart was beating so fast and your legs felt numb. You entered the room and just stood. You didn't know what to do.

But when you turned and looked at him as he closed the door, you realized he seemed nervous.

“So...” He said in a low voice. “We have to be here tonight, to make others believe in our marriage. Will you just sit and pout or would you like to talk with me? My books are there,” He pointed the right side of the room with his finger. “I mean if you like reading history.”

He was not going to hurt you. You took a short breath in relief. You felt all your muscles relaxing and that numb feeling leaving your body.

“I love history.” You replied him. You tried to sound friendly. He was right, you had to stay in the room until morning and maybe spending time with him wouldn't be so bad?

He took a step towards you, meanwhile you stepped back reflexively. He frowned.

“I know we do not know each other yet. The first thing I need you to know about me is I will never hurt you. I am not a violent person; you don't need to fear me.”

You just nodded.

“Is there anything you need me to know?”

“You should fear me.” You said and he laughed.

“Why?”

“I am an excellent fighter.” You were really proud of yourself. “There is no man I can't beat in a sword fight.”

“Oh, okay, Princess Y/N is fierce.” He had a smile on his face which made him look very friendly and warm. “Would you like to fight with me at dawn?”

“Of course.”

He extended his hand. You took and shook it. You looked at each other for a few minutes, without breaking the handshake.

“History,” You said when you realized you'd been holding his hand. “Books. Could you please show me your books?”

“Please,” He pulled the chair behind the desk for you. “Be my guest, Princess Y/N.”

You smiled as you sit.

“What do you like to read?”

“I read anything I find.” You replied. “But my favorite subjest is Narnia tales.”

He seemed suprised. “Do you know about them?”

“Of course I do. My mother used to tell me their stories. Kings and Queens of old, I am very fond of them.”

“Talking about Narnia is forbidden here.” Caspian said. “My uncle doesn't like Narnians.”

“So how do you know?”

“I have a professor. He teaches me. Wait a second.”

He turned his back to you and started to search something in his bookshelves. One wall of the room was used as a bookcase. He took a book from the back of the shelf. He brought the book and put it to the desk.

“May I sit?”

“Yes, yes please.” You moved a little when he sat to the chair next to yours.

He opened a page. “Here is one of their pictures.” He explained. His voice was confident and excited. You could tell how interested he was in Narnia. “This is High King Peter, this is King Edmund, this is Queen Susan and this is Queen Lucy.”

You nodded as you looked at the picture. “It is very beautiful.” You'd never seen their pictures before. “Do you know Mr. Tumnus?”

“No, I have never heard this name before.”

“Oh, he was an satyr and Queen Lucy's friend. They say when she first came to Narnia, Mr. Tumnus saw her and welcomed her in.”

“Who else do you know?”

And you talked about Narnia, Kings and Queens, fairytales, your favorite stories and heroes, what might have happened to Narnians. You chatted about yourselves too. Your childhood, your training stories, what you liked to do, what your favourite food was.

He wasn’t that bad, actually, he wasn’t bad at all. Communicating with him was easy, he was friendly and talkative. He smiled frequently and was always careful, never got closer to you before asking.

You thought maybe he was right after all. You were married now and neither he nor you could rise against your father or Miraz. Maybe things would be better if you started trying to be friends with him.

That's why you were nice to him whole night. You let him see the true you, the funny, nice, kind and lively you. And he liked that side of you. He hoped you'd never stop being like that because he hated to see you upset and broken. The day when you talked in the garden was a nightmare for him. You seemed so unhappy, so tired and upset and he felt the same things. The look inside your eyes broke his heart, which was already damaged.

Because when his uncle told him he'd get married, Caspian was so scared. He was too young to be married. He had dreams, wishes, and plans in his head. He was going to be a seafarer and search for Narnians. But this marriage would mean to stay inside of the kingdom and with his future wife. He hated that thought. However he still hoped his chosen wife would be someone easygoing so that even though he wouldn't love her, he could still have good time with her and try to make her happy.

That hope was destroyed by you when he tried to talk with you. He was disappointed and sure that his life would be a disaster from now on. He thought you'd make his life a torture for him.

Spending time with you, however, changed his thoughts. He realized you were nice and easygoing when you wanted to be. You were funny and very wise. Every story you told him and each new information you gave him about Narnians amazed him and he felt so glad that you knew and liked Narnia. He loved the way you told stories, with a big excitement and admiration, because he felt the same things when he talked about Narnian stories. Sharing his feelings with you made him feel so good.

You fell asleep after a while. The whole day was overwhelming and you were really tired, therefore you couldn't stop yourself.

Meanwhile Caspian was trying to find a book about astrology. When he finally found the book, he turned his face to the desk and saw you sleeping. Your arms were on the desk and you put your head on your arms. He couldn't help but smile. But then he realized he couldn't let you sleep on the desk. He put the book randomly to a shelf and approached to you silently.

“Y/N,” He told your name in a calm voice. “Princess Y/N, you should wake up.”

He tried to wake you up a few more times but you were in a deep sleep.

“Okay.” He muttered and sat next to you.

He couldn't sleep though. He sat there with you until you woke up at dawn. He read some books, thought about his day, and sometimes watched you.

He honestly felt happy because you two managed to be friends.

.*･｡ﾟ ༘✧

After three weeks had passed since the day you and Caspian got married, your public duties started. The first one was to visit the market place and observe the economic situation of the people and listen to their problems. You were really excited because you liked to talk with people and also you wanted to feel useful. Sitting inside the castle all day and spending most of your time with Caspian were getting boring.

Honestly, spending time with him was actually good. Waking up at dawn and fighting until you both were tired became your tradition. Caspian taught you how to use arrow and bow; in return, you taught him how to fight with a dagger. After fighting, you came to your room and took bath respectively. If there was any meeting, you and he participated together because Miraz demanded you to make this marriage seem believable, therefore outside of your room, you were always together. You had to hold hands sometimes but besides that, it was alright. When you spent time together in your room, you read, studied with Proffesor, just chatted together; you drew and he watched you, you watched him as he played the piano. At night, you slept in the same bed but you kept the distance.

However, all of those activities made you feel selfish because you were now the princess of Telmarines and your duty was to serve them and meet their needs.

When you finally arrived to the marketplace, you walked arm in arm. He was very thoughtful; he helped you with your dress, pulling it gently so that you didn’t step on it. He held your hand while you were getting out of your carriage.

You couldn’t tell if he was excited or not until he started talking with people. You saw that people loved him and he was very fond of them. He knew their names and he was so kind. He was very good at talking with children and he was so soft and cute with babies. He introduced you as his wife many times, which made you feel weird but somehow good.

He watched you as you talked with people. He was surprised because you were very nice to everyone. You were polite and your manners clearly showed that you cared about all of the people. Several women gave you flowers or something they cooked or baked. His eyes were on you as you ate food you were given and thanked and praised each woman. He’d seen princesses who didn’t even accept food from people. A boy wanted to give you a flower crown and you crouched down for him to put the crown on your head. Caspian found himself smiling while watching you. He realized you weren’t a person like he’d assumed. He let his prejudice form an opinion about you, which was something he shouldn’t have done. He judged you with your one and only mistake and realizing that made him feel very angry at himself.

He took a deep breath to get rid of his thoughts. He firstly needed to do his duty. Later, he could apologize to you.

You spent almost four hours in the market place, however neither of you realized how much time had passed when your driver and one of your guards (you insisted that you didn’t want them but you couldn’t stop Miraz) informed you about the time and told you it was time to leave.

Caspian and you discussed everything people told you, their problems, how to solve them, how to help people. The problem was actually very clear: They were sick of paying taxes as they knew their money was only spent for the armies of the lords who did nothing to help them.

As soon as you arrived to the castle, you went to Miraz’s room to discuss it with him. He was a strong lord and if you could get his support, others would probably listen to you.

Caspian was with you when you entered the room. He was right behind you but he was silent. He wanted you to be the one to solve this problem and win the hearts and minds of people.

However when you explain the situation to Miraz, he said ‘’No.’’ without hesitation. You were shocked because you really thought he would want to help you.

You frowned. ‘’How can you say no? They are our people, we must help them.’’

‘’Their taxes protect them.’’ Miraz looked very determined.

‘’There is no war at this moment. I think we can abate the taxes.’’

‘’Princess,’’ Miraz said in a insulting manner. ‘’You shouldn’t puzzle your brains with such problems. Go and do ordinary princess things. Comb your hair, sing, kiss your husband or whatever. This is not your business.’’

He made you angry, more than you can describe in words. You wished you could punch him but you managed to be calm somehow.

‘’My ordinary princess things are my actual responsibilities towards our people. And it is not your decision to make. It concerns all of the lords, therefore we will take it to the council.’’

‘’You will not.’’

You looked at his angry eyes with determination and stubbornness. ‘’You cannot patronize me. I have every right to discuss it with the council. Who do you think you are? The king?’’

He raised his hand against you however Caspian captured it before you or Miraz could do anything.

‘’Don’t even think about it, uncle.’’ He said in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

It was the first time you saw him angry and you could honestly say that he looked dangerous.

‘’She is right.’’ Caspian continued. ‘’We will take this to the council and you are not the king, you cannot stop me or her. The council will decide what to do.’’

He let go of Miraz’s hand but his face didn’t change. ‘’You wanted to bring her to this castle and make her our princess. You have to respect everything she says and does because like it or not, she is our princess and I think what she is doing is amazing and very right.’’

After hearing Caspian’s talking in that tone and manner, you understood why he was a prince and the next king. At that moment, he was not just a young and inexperienced prince, he was a strong king and he knew how to rule a kingdom, in that case, people. He was made to be king and realizing this made you feel proud of him. You also appreciated him and how he stood up for you.

‘’Come.’’ He said to you and together, you left the room. Caspian directly went to the council room and demanded a meeting.

You explained the situation and needs of the people. Caspian supported you and made sure that everyone knew that you weren’t alone. Some of the lords didn’t want to abate the taxes while some of them supported you.

It was debated in the council for two days, you and Caspian never gave up the cause. At the end of the second day, lords announced that they agreed to abate the taxes and spend their economic sources to help and support the people. General Glozelle supported you extremely. You thought he supported you just to annoy Miraz but you were still thankful.

You and he were in your room after everything was over. You felt really tired after talking, discussing and arguing for two days but the satisfaction of beating Miraz was worth it.

‘’Princess Y/N,’’ Caspian said. ‘’I really appreciate what you achieved. My uncle doesn’t even let his wife to be a council member but you defeated him very elegantly and successfully.’’

You smiled at his compliments. ‘’Thank you,’’ You said. ‘’But I think I would lose without your help. Thank you for standing up for me and your support.’’

‘’With such a determination like yours, I think you would beat my uncle and council without me.’’

You smiled proudly. ‘’Thanks. My father says I got it from my mother.’’

‘’May I?’’ He asked as he stood up close to the bed.

‘’Yes, please.’’ You made room for him. ‘’And you don’t have ask every time. Also you can call me just Y/N. You don’t need to add princess.’’

‘’Oh, so, are you starting to like me, Y/N?’’ He asked jokingly.

‘’I thought we became friends.’’ You looked at him. ‘’Didn’t we?’’

‘’Yes, yes we did. We are friends.’’ His voice was low and he wasn’t looking at you.

‘’Is there any problem?’’ You felt worried. Had you done something wrong?

‘’No, just...’’ He breathed out as he rubbed his nasal bridge. ‘’Yes, there is a problem and you’ll hate me when I tell you.’’

‘’I won’t hate you.’’ You got closer to him. ‘’I know I was really rude to you at first but believe me, it changed. Please tell me. I’m sure we can solve the problem together.’’

‘’I tried really hard not to do this but I couldn’t stop myself. How could I? You know about Narnians, you love history as much as I do, you are an amazing fighter, you are brilliant, lovely, caring and very stubborn.’’

You were confused. Yes, you were flattered but what did his words mean?

‘’Caspian-‘’

‘’I like you. Not as a friend. As a... When I introduce you as my wife to people, I feel good.’’

You couldn’t say anything. The only thing you did was to give a short and shaky breath. You were totally shocked because you never thought he’d like you. You had been mean to him and you were distant. Honestly, you thought he hated you or didn’t like you. You assumed he was just trying to be nice and was putting up with you. But his words vanished all of your prejudices because he sounded very sincere and serious. The way he complemented you and the last thing he said... You felt good, that was for sure, but you didn’t know how you felt about him. Did you like him? You’d never considered this, maybe because you were determined not to like him or maybe because you were sure he wouldn’t like you.

‘’Caspian, I really don’t know what to say. But I don’t hate you, I never did and I never will. You’ve been so good to me, more than I deserve. You are so nice, kind, thoughtful and caring. I am really thankful to you. However I am not sure about my feelings. I never thought we would like each other.’’

He nodded silently. ‘’It’s alright.’’ He said. ‘’I don’t and can’t expect you to like me suddenly.’’

‘’It’s not because you are an unlikable person.’’ He looked at you as you continued. ‘’It’s because I was sure that you would never like me.’’

‘’So... What will happen now?’’

You smiled at him. It was a warm and sincere smile. ‘’We will see.’’

.*･｡ﾟ ༘✧

‘’I’m beginning to think you are doing magic.’’ Caspian said while he was looking at the second arrow you shot which pierced the little red circle on the target board.

You laughed. ‘’I wish I could but, no, it is the result of practicing too much.’’

He took the arrows from the board and brought them to you.

‘’You’ve improved so much. I feel very unneeded while I’m standing here.’’

‘’I think you should be proud. You are my teacher after all.’’

‘’You are a brilliant student.’’ He said, smiling. ‘’However, I think if put your leg like this,’’ He put his right leg a bit further than where yours were. ‘’It will be better.’’

You did as he told. ‘’Is it okay?’’

‘’Yes, and you should raise your arm higher.’’

You did that too.

‘’Just a little- Can I show you?’’

‘’Yes of course.’’

‘’Okay, now,’’ He took a step towards your back. ‘’Your elbow should be like this,’’ He spoke while he put his hand to your elbow and pushed it up softly. ‘’And it would be better if your arm,’’ His hand were on your arm now, his touch was so gentle. You felt that his fingertips were burning part of your skin which wasn’t covered with arm-guard.

You tried to ignore his touch and focus on what he was telling but you failed. You felt like a candle slowly melting because of the fire. You woke up to the fact that you wanted to melt. For him.

‘’Y/N,’’ You finally heard his voice. ‘’Are you alright?’’

‘’Yes, I am.’’ You took a short breath and lowered your hands and bow. ‘’I’m sorry, I just...’’ You turned your head back and looked at his face. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’

‘’You can.’’

He looked very worried and you loved it. He was very caring during all this time you spent together. He was also so thoughtful. Whenever you frowned a little, he immediately asked if you were okay. He always made sure that there was water on your night table. He always helped you when your dress caused you problems.

‘’Do you still like me, Caspian?’’ You asked very nervously.

He licked his lips before talking. ‘’Yes, I do. More and more day by day, actually.’’

You smiled when you heard his answer. ‘’Then, I have some news for you.’’

He raised his eyebrows, there was a little smile on his face. ‘’I am listening very carefully.’’

‘’Prince Caspian,’’ You said and took a deep breath. ‘’I think I like you.’’

His smile got bigger and bigger and you heard him laughing. ‘’Really?’’

You nodded. You were smiling too. Saying your feelings out and loud made you feel very relaxed, as if a heavy burden was taken off your chest.

‘’How?’’ He asked.

‘’Am I supposed to give you an alphabetic list?’’ You shrugged your shoulders. ‘’It just happened but I think it was inevitable.’’

His dark brown eyes were shining. ‘’It feels like I am in a dream.’’

‘’Does it mean you dream about me?’’ You asked jokingly.

You realized he was taking you into your arms. You let him because you needed to be in his arms, feel his touch and body heat.

‘’Sometimes.’’ He said. ‘’Don’t you?’’

‘’Sometimes.’’ You copied him. It made him laugh.

‘’Can I kiss you right now, Princess Y/N?’’

‘’Yes, yes you can, Prince Caspian.’’

You dropped the bow when his lips touched yours. All of your muscles relaxed, you felt like you would fall to the ground but thankfully his hands were on your waist, holding you tight.

His lips were soft, his kiss was passionate. You could almost taste his desire and you absolutely loved it. Being loved and wanted by him felt like you were over the moon.

He was the one to break the kiss and look at your face very carefully. He liked it when he saw your red lips.

He was looking at you carefully, as if he was trying to understand whether you were real or not. You noticed that he really couldn’t believe you liked him.

‘’I like you.’’ You needed to say it again so that he could believe.

He took your hands into his and brought them closer to his lips, then kissed your hands. You bit your lower lip, it was your soft spot.

‘’I like you too, so much.’’ He managed to say before you grabbed his face and kissed him.

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trumpkinhotboy · 3 years

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Hanging upside down

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Genre: A tiny bit angsty, a bit of comedy, and a bit fluffy

Warnings: A little mention of blood here and there, but nothing too intense!

Rating: g

Request: Open

A/n: First Edmund fic !! At first, this was supposed to be about mister Peter Pevensie, but then I got the divine inspiration to make it all about our dear Edmund. I had fun with this! I hope you'll like it. I recommend reading it while listening to a Narnia ambiance playlist with forest sounds or something like that! Also, THERE YOU GO @imjustdreamingig I POSTED IT

** gif is not mine !!

*** ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT FACE??? SO HANDSOME OMGGGG

Sometimes, being part of the royal entourage, things just get so intense that you need some time apart, away from all the agitation and emotional banter. Being so included in it, you get deeply hurt and worried when nerve-racking and atrocious situations occur. Then comes in the terrible realization that there is not a thing you can do, that you are completely and utterly helpless. Even if you would like to listen to your sheer instinct, you cannot. There are protocols, political relations, and a whole country that depends on your every action. In those situations, you are stuck with these dark feelings undermining you slowly.

This time it was Edmund; involved again in a bloody affair with the Calormene. For a moment, you all got worried it would end up badly, but he had just gotten back, victorious. You were deeply attached to every member of the Pevensie family, especially the freckled adventurous young man, although that could never be revealed. Alas, with secrets to keep and worry eating your brains out you needed to be alone, take a breath or two and forget a little about the world you lived in.

Hanging upside down, hands and arms swinging down. Hair forming a curtain of various shades around your head. You went into the woods to clear your mind, soak in the freshness of the air. There is this little spot you found with an imposing willow oak and a little river right next to it; maybe you could absorb a bit of the serenity of the woods. Everything is calm and soothing, there is not a sound to be heard.

- “Hey!”

You scream, fall quite hard to the ground, and scene.

- “Aouch.”

Trapped in your hair, you sit down, a little dizzy from falling directly on the head. Rubbing your aching elbow that is going to be badly bruised without a doubt, you hear a bright laugh and see Edmund rolling in the grass.

- “Nobody taught you that it was not ideal to creep on someone while they are hanging upside down on a tree?” you grumble.

He is still trying to catch his breath when he answers you.

- “The… question… would be… why were you hanging upside down a tree without being mindful of your surroundings? Someone with bad intention could have crept up on you!” he tries to defend himself, but you can tell he thinks this is hilarious.

- “Come on, Ed.”

- “Alright, alright, I am sorry, but you must admit it was funny.” He answers while getting up.

- “Yeah, yeah, alright.”

You check your body to see any possible injury; your knees are a little scratched, but nothing too bad, your elbow still hurts, but other than that, you are all in one piece. You try to get up while Edmund is still brushing twigs and clumps of grass off his tunic. You slowly get on your feet, but the world is spinning incredibly fast; you grab the tree beside you for balance, hoping it will calm down the revolving of the world.

- “I cannot wait to tell the oth… Y/n?” he looks up, only to see you looking at the ground, eyes wide open.

- “I don’t feel so well...” You lift your gaze to meet his, seeing triples of him dancing around.

- “You are bleeding!”

- “Mh?”

He takes a step towards you, worries written on his traits. He touches the side of your face, and you cannot help but wince at the sharp pain it triggers in you. He lifts your head, turns it on the side, and examines you quickly before declaring you should get back to the castle and maybe get a stitch or two.

- “Will you be able to walk?”

- “It is just a scratch Ed, I am not deathly injured.” You scoff, taking a shaky step before the world starts spinning again. You reach your arms out, searching for anything that could balance you out, which ends up being his hand. “I just need a little support.”

- “Why, of course.” He smiles affectionately at you.

Together you walk slowly but surely to the grand castle. Luckily, you were not that far out in the woods, so the walk is not that long. From time to time, you feel a spin of dizziness. Especially when you try to look up too fast, but otherwise than that, you are fine.

- “Why were you there alone anyway?”

- “I needed some time to myself.”

You have grown up with him, he has learned to observe you and depict your physical language. Just by the tone of your voice, he knows something is wrong.

- “Something happened?” he asks you after a second of silence.

- “No, yes, I mean no! Nothing actually happened it is just….”

His eyes are piercing right through you; his stare attentively focused on your every move. You look back at him, and all at once, the stress and anxiety you felt while he was away are rushing back into your blood. You can feel your heart tighten in your chest; what if something had happened to him? The thought of losing him, you could not bear it, it physically caused you pain. What if he had been in danger and nobody could have saved him?

- “Y/n?” He interrupts your train of thought, bringing you back to reality.

- “Sorry.”

- “If you do not want to tell me it is okay, you don't have to.”

- “No, it is just that… I was so worried Ed. I hate when you go on your own, I hate when there is no way for us to reach or help you. I hate when you are gone off like that.”

You both stopped walking; you have taken two steps away from him. You cannot hold his gaze as all the terrible scenarios start playing again and again before your own.

- “I cannot help but think about all the things that could go wrong. About the actual panic and unbearable pain, I would feel if something were ever to happen to you. It drives me crazy.” You take a deep breath, trying to block the images assaulting your brain. "I needed to take a step back. This place is where I go when it all gets too much for me.”

A deep silence sets in; you are mad at yourself for telling him about it. Each word that leaves your mouth exposes your feelings a fraction more, and you cannot allow that. You do not want to annoy him with your worries. He is a king; he has many more things to worry about than you and your feelings. It is not like it would ever stop him from doing his royal duties, and you understood that. Your behavior is childish and immature. The more you think about it, shame invades each of your cells; you should have never told him about it.

- “Edmund I…” you spin on your heels to face an Edmund that is much closer than you thought. You do feel pretty dizzy from the sudden movement, but you almost forget about it as you are taken away by the emotion in his brown eyes. Almost. You trip a little, but he is quick to catch you and stabilize you.

- “I am sorry Y/n. I did not know you felt like that.” He looks down on your linked hands. “I must admit I would go crazy too if I knew you were in danger and there was nothing I could do to reach you.” He finally looks up at your surprised face. “Stop looking so surprised. I have feelings too, I am not always the rational and practical person everyone thinks I am.” He adds with a shy smirk. You are even more astonished but dare not to say a word.

He slowly lifts his hand towards your face, his whole attention centralized on your being. Holding your breath; you do not dare to move a millimeter. His hand stops in his track as his gaze slides to the long strike of blood going down your face.

- “We, we should get back to our quarters so that we can take care of you.”

You are frozen in place, not able to grasp what was just about to happen. What would have happened? What was that? You had never noticed such depth of emotions in his eyes, but at that moment, you could have sworn it was infinite.

- “Are you ready?” he slides one hand on your back while the other grasp your hand. You nod, feeling more confused than you have ever been.

Once you get inside and head for the royal quarters you suddenly think about the blood still dripping from your left eyebrow, feeling the warm liquid sliding down your throat. You already hear Susan's reprimands when she will see your ruined dress. You cannot help a smile as you think about the weird face she always makes when she is annoyed with something. Her brows furrows and she twists her mouth in an ungraceful rictus which never fails to make you and the other Pevensies laugh.

- “What are you smiling for?”

- “Susan’s face when she’ll see my ruined dress.” You smirk.

- “What do you mean?”

You lift your head to show him the multiples streaks of blood going down your neck and onto the collar and fabric of your dress.

- “Oh no, I did not think about wiping it up.”

- “No worries, as I said, it will be fun to see Su’s face.”

He lets out a chuckle before opening the door of the room. Inside Lucy is painting by the window while Susan is reading a book near her. The two sisters instantly get on their feet when they see the scenery of Edmund supporting you, blood dripping down your face.

- “What happened?”

- “Lucy, please get some towels and the healer’s pouch. Edmund bring her on the couch.”

- “It’s not that bad Su, it’s barely a scratch, I’m fine.” You try to explain.

- “I will be determining that.” She interrupts sternly.

You sigh, knowing you will not escape this as Lucy returns with the aid kit. She starts looking at you too with concern.

- “I think it will need a stitch or two.”

- “Oh, really, guys I do not…”

The older sister glances at you with an expression that did not need any explanations; you needed to shut it. She starts preparing the supply and is still turning your head from side to side when she finally notices the bloodstains on your dress and sighs.

- “Really Ed? You could not have wiped it off? Now her new dress is totally ruined.” That is when the weird rictus and furrowed brows made their apparition.

You take a look at Edmund who is also trying his best to hold in his laughter but fails miserably when she stands there staring at him, hands on her hips.

- “And you think that is funny? You too Y/n? Lu?” she turns around to look at you and her little sister barely containing your amusement. “Maybe I should not do your stitches and ask Mr.Tumnus to do them.”

You and the two other Pevensies grimace knowing damn well that he hates to do that kind of stuff. It makes him nervous and shaky, hence making the process even more painful for the already injured.

- “Oh, please, Susan.” You shake your head while rolling your eyes which was possibly the worst idea you have ever had. The whole room took a spin and brought back the dizziness.

They all come back to you, concerned that there might be more to this injury than what they initially thought.

- “I think she might have a concussion.” Says Edmund while reaching out to you again to offer you some support.

- “How exactly did you say this happened again?” asked Susan.

- “Well, actually, it is a pretty funny story.”

He is about to tell them about your slightly embarrassing fall when the arrival of his brother in the room interrupts him.

- “What happened ?!”

He walks to you with a confused expression. Edmund is still crouching before you, examining your face. You are not even able to answer Peter’s question as you are staring into his brother’s hypnotizing eyes. All this movement makes you even dizzier but let's be honest, even if you were about to puke, you would not miss the occasion to have Edmund’s warm hands on your face. You savor this moment as best as you can, but even though this feels incredibly good, you cannot ignore the feeling of your mind looping a little and your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

- “Guys, what happened?” asks Peter again.

- “She might have a concussion; I think she fell on her head, and Edmund if you, please, stop holding onto her face, I could finally stitch her up and stop this tragedy.”

- “This tragedy?”

- “The dress Pete..” murmurs Lucy.

The older Pevensie looks at your dress, at his sister, then again at you with a look of disbelief. You lightly shrug your shoulder; he's about to say something but gives up understanding that when it comes to Susan, it is a true tragedy.

All the while, Edmund finally let go of you, his cheek a subtle shade of pink. You keep looking at him with confusion in your eyes. What is going on with this boy?

It takes a minute or two for Susan to stitch you up since the wound is small. The eyebrow arch being a place where there is a lot of blood circulation, it is typical you bled a lot. As for the concussion, there is nothing to do but wait and rest, which you absolutely despise, since everyone looks at you like a minotaur had impaled you.

You now lay on the pillowy sofa in a brand-new outfit; Susan forced you out of the dress to try to wash the blood off. Lucy went back to painting, Peter watching over her, and Edmund is sitting on the end of your couch with a book in hand. As for Susan, she is about to leave the room when she suddenly turns back.

- “You never told us what happened.”

You grin and look at Edmund who's already looking at you with a beaming smile on his face.

- “Come on, tell em.”

He does with much excitement, emphasizing the comedy of your fall, but he looks so proud, and everyone is laughing, even Susan, so you do not mind and let him have his moment.

- “Alright, alright funny guy. You told your story, now leave me alone.”

You nudge him with your foot, acting falsely angry. He swiftly grabs it, adjusting it so that both of your feet lay on his lap. He keeps a smile while going back to reading his book drawing small circles on your ankles. A swarm of butterflies is assaulting your stomach, and once again, the world starts spinning; although this time it is for a totally different reason.

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A/n: I truly hope you liked this!!💛 Once again, just a word to tell you my requests are open. Feel free to send me anything Narnia related, I would love to make your idea come to life:))

#ilya writes ❤#edmund pevensie #narnia fic #fluff #angsty #a bit of a comedy #narnia #edmund x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x you #I hope you will like this !!!#i swear reading this while listening to a narnia ambiance playlist #makes it so much better !!

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writingwithcolor · 3 years

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I have been writing a Christ-like antagonist. He’s meant to oppose the mc for personal reasons in which they’re after the same zero-sum goal, but the story around him is that he is respected by the very same leaders who once persecuted him and continue to persecute his people. This is meant to reveal his motivations to the mc (who, btw, is coded Arab/Muslim since thats my own background). Knowing this, do you think a Christlike antagonist can be anti-Semitic? (1/2)

This might seem like a strange question since Christ figures are associated w Christianity, but it feels different when you antagonize him, plus I don’t include any Christian symbols like martyrdom or crucifixes, which are usually included in a Christ *figure* trope

Christ-like Antagonist; is this antisemitism?

Thank you for considering this. I think you’re right, most people would automatically think of Christianity, but there is potential for anti-Semitism here.

My first question is how close your antagonist is to actually being Jesus? Because lots of stories have a character who is a metaphor for Jesus in some way, and while that makes the story a bit less interesting to us and can be used as Christian propaganda to our detriment, the character is seldom read as an anti-Semitic portrayal of a Jewish character. Sure, they’re based on a historical/Biblical figure who was Jewish, but the character themselves is Christian.

Assuming the parallels are more literal than for, say, Aslan from The Chronicles of Narnia or Jack from Room, then yes, you have a Jewish character with all the associated responsibility. Since your character is an antagonist, you’ll need to make sure they don’t fall into negative stereotypes. You’ll also need to have some good Jewish characters to avoid the implication that Jews are just bad people.

The main stereotypes I’m worried about here are string-pulling, since he has befriended the leaders, and possibly money-grabbing, depending on what the goal is that he wants to reach before the MC and why he wants it.

The idea of a Jewish character befriending the leaders who continue to persecute his people is a little troubling to me. When I reflect on Trump’s relationship to Jewish people, it seems to me that he likes to surround himself with a certain type of Jewish person: those who can help him with finance, since that’s what Trump thinks Jews are for. Meanwhile, he has no qualms about using anti-Semitic tropes to boost his popularity, or empowering white supremacists who want to kill us. Does this sound like your Jewish character’s relationship with those in power? Why do they suddenly like him, if they used to hate him and still hate his community? Is there a power imbalance, and if so, who holds the cards? Is it fair that your Jewish character is the antagonist, or does the blame really belong with the bigoted leaders? These are questions you should be able to answer confidently without invoking anti-Semitic stereotypes. It sounds like you will be walking a fine line between suggesting that the Jewish character is covertly controlling the leaders, and blaming him for the story’s conflict when really he is a victim of the leaders’ control.

It’s harder to talk specifics about the money-grabbing stereotype as we don’t know much about the goal he is trying to achieve before the MC. You say he wants it for personal reasons. As long as these reasons aren’t to do with being greedy, materialistic or miserly, you should be fine. The more humanising his motivation, the better.

Finally, about the good Jewish characters. Its totally up to you how you do this, but I personally would love to see an Arab Muslim MC, like yours, with some trusted Jewish friends! I’ve always been blessed to have many Muslim friends, but white Christians will sometimes make it sound like Jewish and Muslim people are always enemies, or like you can’t care about protecting both groups simultaneously. Fiction definitely needs more Jewish/Muslim friendships based on love, respect and good times!

-Shoshi

#aacme #Christianity #Judaism #antisemitism #trump tw #antagonists #Jewish #asks

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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The Pink Note

Bucky x Reader

Summary: it's important for writers to remember why they are writing in the first place, so you gave Bucky a note, to remind you when you need it. This is the story of that note.

Word Count: 3,880

Warnings: Steve will not approve of this language, hydra, injuries, some angst but this is fluffy fluff.

A/N: I had this in my notes for forever and you can thank Sam here for bringing me to finally write this one. I honestly love this one so much, I love my past self for getting this idea. I basically had the entire outline and scenes in my notes smh. @ayybtch

"Buckaroo your human is here!" Tony declared as he got off of the elevator with you, placing your luggage next to you as you waited for your friend.

"Thank you so much Tony for letting me stay here."

It's a weird thing to have an Avenger as a friend, a supersoldier at that. He goes off on missions and you are left with your normal life, having to keep living as if your friend isn't in a life endangering situation right now, and knowing Bucky he is probably being stupid in one way or another.

It was fun though, to have a friend from the 20s, it just means that you have every excuse to watch your favourite films because he hasn't seen them. He hasn't seen Narnia for fuck's sake! You watched it with him just last week, telling him all about it and gushing over the books because he was listening to every word you said. He just wanted to get up to speed with a world that flew by him.

It was a funny thing, you met him at a bookstore, he was confused and you- knowing the whole place like the palm of your hand- took him with you and showed him the books he was looking for, you couldn't help but recommend some yourself and you have been best friends ever since.

"Ah it's not a problem. Any friend of Frosty is a friend of mine. Are you sure you don't want your own room?" you shrugged him off.

"Bucky has a whole apartment, the couch there is heaven and if I can minimize the amount of intrusion then I will."

"You do remember I'm a billionaire, right?"

"Yes Tony I remember. Seriously thank you though, I refuse to be in that apartment while they do the construction in the building." You let out a shriek as two big hands came behind you and pulled you up in the air. "Stupid stealth spy shit, Bucky put me down!"

He only laughed at you, not letting you go.

"Is this a way to talk to your very generous host?" you turned your head to look at his smirk, you put your arms around him in a hug and smiled up at him.

"I was very nice to Tony." Your grin was intact as his turned into an offended one, his mouth opened in shock. He looked between you and Tony who was smirking mischievously.

"Oh you're just an annoying little brat aren't you? I am offended to my core."

"I am, what are you going to do about it?" you challenged, you didn't pay attention to tony who just groaned and left, tired of your banter.

When Bucky smiled you knew it was over. He just picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and smirking at your protest, one hand holding you in place and the other taking your suitcase.

"Did you know we have a pool here?"

It was needless to say that when you walked into Bucky's floor you were drenched, while he was squeaky clean beside you.

"Welcome to my humble room!" it was larger than your apartment and he knew that.

"I am going to kill you, but before I do that I am going to go to your bed and ruin your sheets."

"And how exactly are you going to do that?" he taunted as you strode to his bedroom.

"I'm extremely wet, how do you think?" you only heard it when you saw his smirk.

"Is that so?"

"Oh don't you dare go there, you know that is not what I meant, oh my gods I hate you so much." He laughed but you still went to his bedroom, curling under the warm sheets. You knew exactly on which side he slept, it smelt like him, so you made sure to squeeze the water out of your hair there.

"I prepared you a warm bath," you heard him say from the door, you turned to look at him. "Come on, you're going to catch a cold if you stay there."

"Fine, my job here is done anyways. Have fun trying to put on new sheets."

"Doll you know I can't put them on normally."

"I know." You gave him a quick hug before you went to the bath was waiting for you. You couldn't lie and say that you walked there quickly because of the cold rather than the blush that coloured your cheeks. You hated when he called you that.

It took you a little while but you got used to life in the tower, the kitchen was too crowded way to early in the morning for you, but at least Bucky made you productive in that regard? Procrastination was your go to as a writer, but this novel was important to you so you did your best effort.

So now Bucky woke you up after he got back from his run with Steve, making your morning start at 6am. Then you're having breakfast with the almighty Avengers, which are not so almighty in the kitchen. You were thankful for being able to do your job from home, you got rid of your responsibilities so you could finally be able to plan out your novel.

By planning out your novel you meant making a mess of too many papers and sticky notes with rushed handwriting that somehow was only understandable to you. Even genius AIs and spies wouldn't be able to decrypt your organized mess.

Sometimes you were in Bucky's room, and sometimes in the common room for a change of scenery.

"Y/N Y/L/N!" you heard Clint scream your name from the living room while you were in the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink. You reached the living room to see Clint and Sam leaning over and looking at the huge whiteboard you had on, the chapters organized on it.

"What do you think you're doing?" you asked them, people weren't supposed to read your novel, especially not your first draft.

"You can't just kill her off!"

"Hey, I can do whatever you want with my characters, now scatter because I found a plot hole and I need to work on it." You smirked as the two walked away from the desk you set up for yourself.

"Just saying, maybe if you keep your characters alive you wouldn't have a problem." You smacked Sam's shoulder when they passed by you.

"Keep annoying me and I'll make you a character and torture your character."

You sighed to yourself and got to work, comparing your notes and trying to find a way to make your novel work.

It's been three days since, and you honestly didn't know why you even bothered anymore, it wasn't working, you just couldn't find the solution.

You've added colorful sticky notes to the board, some simply had song names on them, and some had dialogues. Bucky walked into his floor, he loved seeing the focused look you had when you worked, with your bottom lip bitten and your eyes sharp, you were too cute like this. He stopped in his place when he saw what you were wearing. His red Henley looking like a dress on you, stopping probably a little too short than what it should. He assumed you wore shorts, but he couldn't see and he didn't know what he'd prefer.

"Is that my shirt?" you nodded absentmindedly, still looking at your notes as he walked over to where you stood.

"If you didn't want me to steal it, don't leave it out in the open."

"It was in the closet." That earned him a small smirk.

"The closet was in my eyesight, my point stands." Your smirk soon fell. "I just don't even know-"

You looked at Bucky then, holding his gaze. He suddenly grew shy at your stare. He studied you, after all this time a trained assassin, the winter soldier… couldn't analyze a girl.

"What's up with all the sticky notes?" he cleared his throat and it seemed to snap her out of it.

Sometimes the answer comes out of nowhere and is standing right in front of you.

"They help remind me of stuff." Then you looked at his icy blue eyes before turning around. He saw you scrabble something on a pink post-it note, and then you turned around and put it on his forehead.

"It's going to fall you know." He laughed, which only made the note that much closer to falling. You cursed at him, but you had a certain look in your eyes that he'd never seen before.

"Keep it, I need you to remind me of it," you said simply before an alarm went on in your head and you outstretched a hand as if to stop him. "But don't read it!"

As it began to fall, he folded it and without looking at it he put the pink note in his pocket.

That's where it all started.

It's been there for days now. He moved the note from pocket to pocket, sometimes you will come into a room and ask him for it, only to give the note back to him, still folded, a few minutes later. Alongside that same unexplainable look which seemed to disappear only a moment later.

On and off missions he still took it with him, always in the pocket in his gear or in his pants. He didn't know why he did it, but it felt important. For such a small note, it felt like it held the entire world. At least for your world, so it was for his too.

"Hey there Bucky boo," you laughed when he grumbled on the other side, he absolutely hated that nickname. "How are you doing?"

"I am really tired actually, doll."

"Oh no, did something happen? Bucky-"

"No, Sam is just being an annoying little shit." You heard then noises from the phone, you couldn't help but shake your head at their childish behaviour. Bucky finally went to a quieter place. "I'm okay doll, really."

He pulled out the little pink note as he talked to you, a soft smile spread on his face.

"Are you going to be back soon?" you picked on your nails, waiting for his answer. He just got lost in the note, testing he put it against the light yet still seeing nothing.

"I'm afraid it's going to take a little longer than expected. Some things changed- but before you say anything, I'll be just fine. Am I surrounded by idiots? Yes." He relished in the laugh you gave him at that. "But I am a supersoldier, so it balances out."

"Okay fine, I'm going to leave you to it. Bye."

"Bye, doll." He put the note back in its place. And went back into the room they were staying in.

"Man, you're whipped, you know that right?"

"Eat shit, Wilson."

It's been thirty minutes now that you were sitting in the dining room table, your fingers on the keyboard and you were looking at the computer with determination, yet whenever he passed by you, he saw a blank page in front of you.

The page was mocking you, you could hear it. Locked in a staring contest the computer won when you saw a cup of tea being put on the table next to you, and then the pink note was in the palm of your hand.

"Maybe take a break after this, but I thought this might help." He didn't see the smile on your face as your eyes followed him when he walked back to the kitchen, Natasha however was more observant. When you saw her looking at you with a smirk you cleared your throat and went back to writing.

It's been thirty minutes and he actually liked the sound of your typing on the keyboard, he could hear it from a room away.

“As I was saying,” Wanda tried to get the group’s attention. The monthly movie night is some serious talk. “We watched Lord of The Rings together, we watched Narnia together- it’s only fair that we will marathon Harry Potter together now.”

That caused a new fight about what movie they should watch next, but Bucky couldn’t care less, he focused his ears on your typing.

When it stopped, you entered the kitchen with an empty cup which you put in the sink before giving him the note back and a hug. He was glad the discussion was over when you came.

"Psst, Bucky wake up," he barely woke up and just looked at your silhouette as the light from the living room shone behind you. "I need it."

Without a word he took the note out and handed her the note, he stretched around a little, still half asleep when he saw the hour on the clock. Before you could get away from him, he took the covers off, brought his hands around you and pulled you to him. Your back to his chest, he didn't let you protest as he turned around to his side, bringing you with him.

"Shh, sleep." He pulled the covers over you and put the note back in place.

"But Bucky I need to work."

"No, you are my teddy bear now, and I am going to sleep and you need sleep too." You knew there was no getting out of his grip, especially when he was somehow already asleep.

Tiredness soon washed over you too and you let it take you.

You were awakened by a loud crash, you heard gunshots and panicked voices outside and a red alarm shone brightly in the dim lights of the floor.

"Bucky?" you called out to him, and he got out of his room already with a rifle and daggers.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y what's going on?" he came to you and put a comforting hand on your shoulder which you clutched when you saw the smoke that came from beneath the door.

"It seemed that hydra has infiltrated the building, Sergeant Barnes. Captain Rogers is asking for your assistance." You barely had time to react before Bucky went towards the door.

"Bucky wait-"

"Stay here doll, go to my room and lock the door. F.R.I.D.A.Y let me know if anyone is getting through this door."

"Wait, what about you?" it was weird to have an Avenger friend, you were constantly worried about him, but you never saw him actually in action. You enveloped him in a big hug, afraid to let go, but he let go.

"I'll be okay doll, just stay here and I'll come back as soon as I can." You bit you lip, holding back what you wanted to say. Nodding to him, he left and you went to his room, shutting the door.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you tell me if something happens to him?"

"I will, Miss Y/N."

It was hard to calm yourself down when you still heard everything that was happening between the gunshots and the screams. The anxiety was killing you, and so you didn't think.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, what floor is Bucky in?" you got out of the bed.

"Miss, I don't think that is a good idea. Sergeant Barnes told you to stay inside."

"Please, I just need to see him." You waited a bit before the AI gave you his location.

The minute you walked outside of the safety of Bucky's room you smelled the heavy smoke and you put your hand up to cover your mouth and nose.

Maybe it was better that you got out of the room, if the fire spread than it would probably be safer to get out of the building. You mused in your thoughts as you went down the stairs.

You got to the floor Bucky was supposed to be in, and it was quiet. Too quiet. You hesitantly looked into one to the rooms, backing away when you saw dead agents there.

Okay maybe it was better if you had stayed in your room.

"Bucky?" you called out, your tears watering a bit when another cough took over. You walked into a larger room and saw the fire there, spread all over it. The bottles with the different chemicals were falling from the shelf. "Bucky!"

You just hoped he wasn't hurt. He had to be here somewhere. Deciding to run back you collided with someone and fell on the floor. You looked up and saw someone you definitely did not know, and when you saw the red sign on his shoulder you cursed and started to back away.

The bastard only smiled and pulled out his weapon. But before he could do anything a shot was heard with a shout of your name.

The agent went down and in the far end of the hallway you saw Bucky. Getting up you ran towards him as he ran towards you, but before you could reach him, you heard the explosion before it knocked you down. Then everything went black.

"Bucky, you need to rest." Steve put a hand on his friend's shoulder. You've been unconscious for almost two days, Bucky hasn't left the spot right next to your bed. The infirmary was cold, Steve handed Bucky the blanket he asked him to bring, he gently put it on you. Then he went back to sitting again.

"I'm fine Steve, I'm not going anywhere. Can you please ask people to leave us alone?" the blond nodded and exited the room, leading his friends away from there.

Bucky brought his hand to yours, finger pressing on the back of your wrist, taking comfort in the steady pulse. He hated you for going out of the room when he told you to stay there. He hated himself for not getting to you sooner. He's going to talk to Tony about improving F.R.I.D.A.Y to not listen to idiots.

He laid his head on the bed next to your hand when a thought crossed his mind. His metal arm let go of you and went to his side pocket. There it was, the pink note, unharmed.

He stared at it, he couldn't see the writing on it as it was folded, then he looked at you and slowly he decided to open the note.

Holding his breath, not knowing why, he gently unfolded it until he could see what was written inside all those days ago.

Give them a happy ending.

He let out a sigh, the words alone bringing him comfort when his mind caught on to what the note said and his breath hitched yet again, trying to process and think about the meaning.

So there he sat, alternating between looking at the note and at you; his lips gently resting on your knuckles in a soft kiss.

He folded the note and put it in his pocket.

You woke up the next morning. Bucky had his head resting next to your leg, hand entwined with yours. You squeezed his hand slightly to wake him up.

"Hey there Bucky boo." You smiled at him faintly, his eyes fluttering open until you saw those blue eyes focused on you, and it was instantly followed by a smile.

"I hate it when you call me that." He said before he attacked you with a bone crushing hug. He let go of you when you winced a bit. "Sorry, doll."

"Bucky, what happened?" your memory not really working at the moment, and by your aching headache you assumed it wasn't good.

"You gave me a heart attack that's what. Gosh Y/N I told you to stay in my room."

"There was a fire."

"We both know that's not why you went outside."

"I'm sorry. This was the first time I saw you actually be in danger. I was too worried to stay there."

"Well, I'm too worried to leave here. Just rest for now, Bruce will be here soon." You rested your head on the soft pillow again, bringing up the soft blanket and breathing it in.

The next time you opened your eyes, Bruce was there with you. You smiled at him, Bucky sat there listening to you talk to Bruce, only letting you go when Bruce strictly told him he needed to so he could run tests.

"I'm tired, can I please go home Bruce? Bucky will keep an eye on me." You just wanted to sleep in a normal environment.

"Yes, only because I have a feeling he won't let you out of his sight." You laughed at that but Bucky was dead serious, coming to help you when you got up despite your protests of trying to slap his hand away.

"I'll make sure she's okay Bruce. Thank you for everything."

You thanked the good doctor with a hug before you went upstairs. After you got ready for bed you all but yelled at Bucky to leave you alone and go to sleep in his bed. About 10 minutes have passed before he left you in the living room with your soft blanket and the comfortable sofa. Sleep took you instantly. Bucky? Not so much.

He mustn't have been sleeping for long, but it felt longer that it should, he hadn't had a nightmare this intense in a while, then he heard your voice.

"Hey, Bucky it's me, you're okay. It was just a bad dream, you're safe, okay? Are you with me?" the dream felt too real but you were here in front of him, safe and sound. Your hand was cupping his cheek, he didn't realize he was crying. He took your other hand and felt for the steady beat of pulse.

"Stay with me, please doll, stay here." He begged you, and hesitatingly you nodded and got under the blankets with him. He did not hesitate to pull you closer and bury his face in the crook of your neck, his arms circling your waist.

"It's okay, I'm here." But it was hard to sleep when he was holding you like this, and by his breaths on your neck he was awake too. You started to play with his hair, hoping it'll help him relax but he rather looked up at you with emotions you didn't even want to begin to hope to see.

"Doll?" he pulled back and rested his head in the pillow in eye level right next to you.

"Yeah?"

"I just want you to know that," he smiled a bit to himself when he felt the edges of the little note. "You're my happy ending, doll."

He said it as if it was the simplest thing in the whole universe, the one thing that made sense in the world, and to him is was.

You were certain now of the way he looked at you, nothing was there but love and adoration that you saw so clearly despite the darkness of the night. His eyes still found a way to shine.

You couldn't look away, even when blush spread on your face, which you was sure he saw based on the smile that lit his face, he came closer then. It took you another moment of confusion before you understood what he said. But despite the embarrassment you couldn't help but smile back at him.

"I told you not to read that."

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justpevensies · 3 years

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My Love is like a Red, Red Rose

Blurb: it’s Valentine’s Day and Edmund has a beautiful surprise for you

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day my loves!! I had this sudden spark of inspiration today and wrote this one down quickly for you all x

warnings: none at all!

It was the glorious, golden sunrise radiating through your bedchamber windows that awoke you on this new, Narnian morning. Well, at least you thought that before you suddenly felt a quick kiss to your cheek. You giggled at how it tickled your skin before immediately a dozen more were peppered across your face.

Gracefully you opened your eyes to be greeted by a grinning Edmund, your love. “Good morning” he whispered before you smiled in unison with him.

“Good morning” you yawned before pulling him for a proper kiss. It was gentle and tender and you could feel Edmund snuggling his hands underneath you on your lower back, pulling you ever closer to him as he hovered above. As you both broke apart, he put a finger over your lips and said: “Most importantly, Happy Valentine’s Day”.

Before you could even respond, Edmund had jumped out of bed and as you sat up to follow him, your eyes immediately went to the sight at the end of your shared bed. All along the foot was several, blooming bouquets of flowers - all beautifully wrapped - of many colours and sizes. Edmund stood with his arms wide, grinning and he beamed: “Surprise!”

You didn’t know whether to laugh, smile or cry from joy. “Ed-” you started before he came back over to you.

“Shhh, it’s alright” he smiled as he sat down, wrapping his arm around you. “I wasn’t sure how to surprise you but I decided to do something a little different. I know how much you love the flowers, especially the ones we grow in the gardens of the castle so I had some arrangements made up-”

Before he could continue, you had grabbed his face, with little lines of happiness glistening down your face, and you gave him the biggest kiss. “Oh Ed” you cried, “I love them all, I don’t know what to say”.

You could tell by Edmund’s expression he was so proud of himself for thinking of such a gift but he simply responded: “You don’t have to say anything, I needed to know you liked the gift”. At that, you kicked your blankets off and went to each bouquet, admiring it and taking in the wonderous scents.

Edmund snuggled back into bed and marvelled at the sight of you, glowing in the morning sun surrounded by flowers. Yet, to him, you shone and bloomed the brightest and best. “However, I have another thing to say about this gift” he added. Your grin effortlessly spread across your face, you suddenly became curious. Edmund explained: “Each flower I picked represents something different, I picked them because they have something that reminds me of you”.

That was enough to make your heart want to burst and both of you just felt true love. Edmund’s grin grew even more when he saw the joy and thankfulness from within you. With him backed against the headboard and you on the opposite end of the bed, you both sat and smiled at each other. This boy you thought, is there anything he cannot do?

“Alright then” you smirked, reaching to your right and holding up a flower. It was a sunflower.

“What does this represent?”

Edmund leaned forward and pressed his fingers together, against his mouth. He thought for a moment before continuing. “Well..” - he paused - “sunflowers remind me of you. Your smile, the involuntary kindness, the joy you radiate everyday. You look beautiful to me everyday but when the light hits you just right, you could be a vision. I see your face in every sunrise and sunset, you outshine them sometimes. Your heart and who you are - I see all of that in the sunflowers”.

Your heart began to race as you listened intently to your lover (the thought of calling Edmund your lover made you even happier). Gazing at the sunflower, you tucked it back in the bouquet before picking another at random. It was a pink amaryllis.

You raised an eyebrow before enquiring: “What about this one?”

Edmund clapped his hands once before chipping in: “I read about the amaryllis! And I picked the pink one because they are meant to have symbolism surrounding friendship”. He then began to go deeper: “Before we got together we were great friends and even now as a couple, you just feel like my best friend. We go riding together, we read together, we laugh our way through life and live together, we’re like two best friends having the time of their lives and they just happen to love one another quite deeply. I love that we love spending time together and I always want to make as much time for you as I can so we can have fun”.

To you it meant even more that he had read on flower symbolism and meanings - as he had stated, reading was something the two of you enjoyed together. Satisfied, you tucked that one back before spotting a daffodil.

Edmund didn’t even need you to ask before he immediately said: “The daffodil represents “new beginnings” - yes I read on that one too” and that last part earned him a laugh from you. “Narnia gave me “new beginnings”. It made me a better person, Aslan saved me and ultimately I am here becoming my true self more and more each day. But Narnia gave you “new beginnings” too, ever since you came here and it has been beautiful to see how you’ve grown. But, since meeting you, you have given me beautiful “new beginnings” that have changed me forever and I adore getting to love and be loved by you each passing day”.

That answer left you choked up slightly but you managed to conceal your tears and you picked out a final flower. It was a red rose.

As you held the rose in your hand, you crawled back up the bed to Edmund and sat in front of him. Your faces were gently pressed to one another, foreheads resting against the other. You held the red rose up between the two of you in front of your lips and you inquired: “And what about this one?”

Edmund looked at the rose and then back to you. His eyes were full of adoration and he smiled: “Oh the red rose?”

You nodded, adding “Yes, the red rose”.

Edmund placed his hand over yours, fingers intwining around the stem of the flower and whispered: “The red rose represents you as a lover: beautiful, passionate and enduring”. He then hesitated before continuing: “And my love for you is like a red rose, one that has newly bloomed in the summer. Full of life and full of beauty”. His hand graced across your cheek as he cupped your face and the two of you smiled at one another. As Edmund slowly leaned in to kiss you, he affirmed his words by saying a true “You are a red rose that has newly bloomed in the summer for you are full of life and beauty... and I love you”.

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weight of the world - peter pevensie x reader

summary: sometimes even a king needs a hug.

word count: 1.0k

content: emotional!hurt comfort, fluff

warnings: none :)

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a/n: finally wrote something I didn’t hate :DD urrm requests are open and very welcome this is an invitation to request fluffy peter one shots, thank you so much for reading !!

Peter sighed as he flexed out his fingers, giving them a break from the hours of vigorous writing. The stack of unopened letters seemed untouched, although Peter had just spent almost three hours reading and writing thoughtful replies. Despite the many perks that came with being a High King, they barely made up for the various other tedious tasks.

The King pushed back his chair and wandered over to the window that overlooked the beach. The moonlight rippled against the gentle tide. Peter envied the ocean, and it’s freedom. He’d give anything to have just a moment away from his reign and become a tiny ripple in the ocean. Don’t be fooled, Peter would never trade his position as King, he cared for Narnia so deeply that sometimes it hurt him, even if he didn’t notice.

All the sleepless nights and hours spent adhering to thousands of requests began to pile onto his shoulders. He barely had any time to enjoy breakfast or take his girlfriend on a date. It didn’t help that he never split his responsibilities with any of his siblings. Not that he didn’t trust them, but he didn’t want to burden them with tasks that were assigned to him.

The door to his study creaked open, drawing Peter from his thoughts. A small smile replaced his frown as he watched his girlfriend shut the door quietly behind her. She wore a silky, lilac nightgown that stopped just above her knees. Her hair was disheveled, as if she had just woken from her slumber.

“It’s late, darling,” Peter said, turning his back on the view of the ocean.

“Oh, I didn’t notice,” Y/N jested, prompting Peter to dramatically roll his eyes.

“You should go back to bed,” Peter suggested. He strained hard to stifle a yawn, but failed miserably.

“It’s hard to sleep when you’re not there, Pete,” Y/N admits.

The pair met in the middle, Y/N grabbing Peter gently by his bicep. She ran her fingers over the fabric that covered his skin, traced the veins on his hands before holding them. When Y/N looked back up at Peter, she was taken aback by the single tear that had dripped down his cheek. Y/N rushed to swipe it away with her thumb, only for more to slip down his cheeks.

“Pete, what’s wrong?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Nothing,” Peter sniffled, twisting himself out of her grip and tracking back to the window.

“Pete, you’re crying,” Y/N said softly, almost as if she didn’t believe it. Y/N’s statement was met with a long silence as Peter stared out at the beach. Y/N reached out her hand, resting her palm on his shoulder. “Talk to me, baby.”

Peter slowly turned, and Y/N had to hold back her own tears. She had never seen Peter so vulnerable, he had always insisted on concealing his emotions. Naturally, Peter had been the confidant to a whole kingdom since that day he was crowned, never the one to seek out confidence in somebody else. He would hold the weight of the world before he would burden another being with his struggles.

“It’s just so hard,” He finally said, his voice breaking.

There was no further explanation needed, Y/N knew exactly what he was referring to. Without any word, Y/N curled her arms around his neck and brought him into a hug. Peter stiffened for a moment, but he quickly rejected the urge to pull away and buried his head into her neck. And for the first time since he had been crowned High King Peter the Magnificent, Peter didn’t disregard his own feelings. His arms snaked around Y/N’s waist, holding her so tight that one might think this would be the last time he got to hold her.

“I know, baby,” Y/N whispered into his ear, fingers curling through his golden locks as she felt her heart crumble whilst she listened to his quiet sobs. “But I’m so proud of you. You’ve done so well.”

They stood, silently, in the middle of Peter’s study for a few minutes. It had been a long while since the King had been just held, attended to. With her fingers still tangled in his hair, Y/N kissed the crown of his head, “Hey, I think we should go to bed. I’ll help you finish those letters later.”

For once, Peter didn’t protest. He nodded wordlessly and hesitantly pulled away from Y/N’s embrace. He used the sleeve of his shirt to swipe at his damp cheeks, already growing embarrassed from crying so hard in front of someone, even if it had been his own girlfriend. Peter took Y/N’s hand in his, needing to have some form of skinship between them as they trailed back to their sleeping quarters.

Fortunately, due to the late hour of the night, they didn’t bump into any lingering Narnian or any of the Pevensie siblings, meaning Peter wouldn’t have to explain himself to anybody else. As the couple entered their shared room, Peter quickly stripped off his clothes and exposed his toned muscles. He exchanged his pants for a more comfortable silky pair, and finally climbed onto the bed where his girlfriend had been waiting.

“Can I hold you?” Peter asked quietly, a soft blush dusting his cheeks.

“You don’t need to ask, silly,” Y/N chuckled, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss.

Peter rest his hand on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. Slowly, he pushed her down into the satiny sea of the bed, hovering over the princess as her hands trailed all over his toned arms. He kissed her until he needed to gasp for air, which was of great inconvenience to him. Then he kissed her some more. He kissed her on her neck, jawline, cheeks, forehead and lips again.

“I love you, Y/N,” He whispered against her skin, his hot breath tickling her cold flesh.

“I love you, more, angel,” Y/N returned, meeting Peter’s sleepy gaze.

The King collapsed beside her, his arms quickly snaking around her frame as a way to pull her into his chest. Y/N relaxed into his touch, gently kissing the spot where her lips could reach. Peter ran his fingers up and down her arm, the way he knew she liked, the way he knew would lull her into sleep.

“I love you,” Peter repeated, though he was sure that Y/N had already fallen asleep.

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