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carnationworld-writings · 1 year

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If you ever forget that you love me (Caspian x reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 861

Requested: Yes, by @i-amtitania

Warnings: I think none? If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your well-being is important to me!

Summary: Where Caspian reads letters from her.

Caspian woke up feeling warm sun rays on his skin and hearing the birds singing. It took him a few moments to realise that he was no longer on the sea, he was home, and his betrothed was just a few rooms down the hall. A smile came onto his face, and a warm feeling blossomed in his chest at the thought that he would see you today without the need to dream about it anymore. He sat up, stretching his muscles, when his eyes fell on the pile of paper on his nightstand. He reached for it, noticing a ribbon wrapped around it and his name written by you on top of it. He touched it carefully and leaned against the headboard. He took the first one and unfolded it, holding it like the most sacred thing in the whole world. His smile grew wider when he noticed the date on the bottom of the sheet - the day his journey started. He read attentively every word you wrote, and everyone went directly to his heart. He loved how you described your days and even wrote about small gossip around the court. He was grateful for the possibility of catching up with everything that way. He was sure that you made some situations more light and fun than they would be. What shocked him the most was how easily he could notice your emotions through those letters. Even if you didn’t name it, he could say that in better days, you wrote more jokingly, with more anecdotes and jumping between different topics. On bad days they were more thoughtful and shorter. On these days, you clearly express your worries and how you miss him. It made him want to run to you and hug you tightly, but the knowledge that Trumpkin, Doctor Cornelius and Glenstorm were there for you and took care of you.

In one of the latest letters, written just after the wedding of one of your friends, he found a part that made him blush, and he needed to read it twice to believe that it was there.

My love, I can’t stop thinking about you and our wedding. I want it to be perfect for us - for this celebration to be cherished by us similarly. But what kept me awake tonight was the thought about everything after it. About how it will be to wake up next to you, to be able to keep you close at night. How our life will look in the cosiness of our bedroom because I must say I really hope that we will choose to have a shared bedchamber. I dreamed about your lips on mine, your hands on my body, being able to learn your body and being the reason you will achieve pleasure…

Caspian made himself read the last letter before he rushed to get dressed. He still felt heat on his cheeks. His mind wholly was consummated by you. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything waiting for both of you after you’d exchanged your vows. He looked through the window and smiled, seeing you walking through the yard. He quickly walked out of his room and started searching for you. Luck was on his side when he spotted you in the corridor he just ran in. He screamed your name at what you smiled, and he started running to you. In mere seconds Caspian took you in his arms and immediately kissed you. You gasped in surprise but quickly relaxed in his arms. Your hand slowly reached his nape, and you melted against him. After a moment, they departed breathless, and Caspian rested his forehead against yours. He watched your flashed face and smiled, seeing your closed eyes.

“Caspian..” She whispered. “Not that I am complaining, but what was that for?” You looked up at him, resting your palm on his chest.

“I just love you.” He peaked her lips and smiled. “I think that lilies will be perfect for our wedding. The book you were reading indeed is so boring - I tried to read it last year, but it didn’t work out. I will take you to the Lone Islands and wherever you will want to go, and I will gladly show you the most beautiful places there, even if none of it can compare to your beauty. And I also want us to have one bedchamber because I think that when I finally will have a taste of you - I won’t be able to stay away even for a few hours.”

“You read my letters.” You moved your hand to gently cup his cheek. Caspian kissed your wrist, squeezing your waist gently.

“Each of them.” She smiled and brought him into another kiss. Caspian pulled you closer to him, making her laugh into his lips. This one kiss wasn’t a heated make-out - it was a clumsy kiss intermittently by giggles and declarations of love. And then, when the Duchess came into the corridor and cleared her throat, both blushed, trying to stop their giggles. She only shook her head with a smile, mumbling about young love, happy for people that she treated like her own children.

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

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

Klaudia 💜

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ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell · 10 months

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The Chronicles of Narnia Masterlist

Caspian

The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era series

Summary: Five Royals ruled over Narnia, crowned by Aslan himself. Their story is legend throughout all the land. A great detail of note is that these Kings and Queens are from another world. The fifth is even more odd - for she came from the same world as the others, but from an entirely different century.

When this small family is separated by time, it seems unlikely that they will ever meet again. But Aslan’s will is a tricky thing. Will the five be able to cope in this new Narnia, when everything they knew has gone, and a Telmarine Prince makes a bid for the throne?

Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Magic, Major Character Death

Read on Ao3 (x Reader)

Read on Quotev (x OC)

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Additional Content:

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Edmund Pevensie

Captain of the Guard one shot

Summary: A mysterious knight shows up and challenges the King to a duel. This stranger turns out to be connected to the royals' past.

Peter Pevensie

Some Things Are Meant to Be one shot

Summary: Peter is in love with you, but he thinks you love Edmund.

The Lady of Calormen one shot

Summary: The High King of Narnia is betrothed to a Calormen noblewoman. The entire kingdom is on edge, waiting to see what she will be like. After meeting her, however, Peter finds something stirring inside.

A Lovely Night one shot

Summary: Overwhelmed by royal duties, Peter starts to notice that he's slowly losing the one that means the most. What can be done to win her back?

Peter Pevensie comforting you after a nightmare (Golden Age) imagine

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drinix · 2 months

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I mean why Benjamin. Why do you a have to be so adorable!!!!

#benbarnes #ben barnes #bin bons #narnia #king caspian #billy russo #westworld #ben barnes x reader #imagine #the darkling #general kirigan

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pariahsparadise · 1 year

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ye of little faith | e. p.

nav. | m.list

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

wc: 800

pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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Can’t Sleep?

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

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

POV: Second

Warnings: None

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

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

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

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

“I couldn’t sleep your highness”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cyberball · 8 months

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cair paraval

caspian x reader / no pronouns used / not rq

warnings: a couple swears, physical touch (as in not 18+ but still), mention of the word 'dress' but you can interpret that as any type of dress really

summary: you decide to reminisce on a select few memories of the beach at cair paraval in your room, one morning.

genre: yes it is fluffy but there's some slow burn/yearning thing going on, allusion to a modern!au in narnia, although u can assume it’s the same

notes: cyberball comeback! *crickets* anyway this is my highest word count thus far. ben barnes is actually fatal cuz now I'm obsessed with a character from my CHILDHOOD who I completely forgot even existed. alas, here we are, because caspian is a very very close second to Leo valdez, and I'm head over heels for that man. all this is to say, this will probably not be the last caspian fic and who knows, maybe I'll figure sth out for peter n ed as well!!! anyway enjoy i hope u like it

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11:45 AM

The spring breeze brushes against your face, and your eyes close in appreciation. From your balcony, the beach of Cair Paraval looks stunning; clear blue waters and a high tide to match. You let your thoughts linger on all the nights you’ve spent on said beach with a certain king of Narnia. You almost get up to try to find him, but you sit back down, realizing he must be busy. Your memories will have to sustain you for now.

4:23 AM – 1 month ago

Caspian’s hand came up to brush his hair out of his face for what seemed like the hundredth time that night – the sea breeze was relentless. You silently laughed at his efforts, as he leaned back into you, having given up on trying to tame his hair. His tall frame had somehow managed to sit snugly in between your legs, Caspian’s head resting on your chest. You were leaning against an enormous oak tree, the leaves swaying in tandem with the wind.

“Get up, you big goof,” you said, rolling your nightshirt’s sleeves up, determined to help him with his hair. He looked back at you for just a second before obeying your command. You loved his hair either way but you could tell it was annoying him right about now.

“What, you don’t like the unruly look my hair has taken on?” He asked, sitting up properly. You shook your head in amusement and looked away under his glance, pretending to look around for the clip you always kept on you, in case a predicament like this arose.

You gathered a little of his hair and tied it in place with the clip, letting a few pieces in the front fall out. The half-up-half-down look was his and your favorite.

He rested his head back onto your shoulder, looking ahead, the two of you still sitting. You had a ritual wherein you took one night each week to watch the sunrise. Now, even as the sun slowly woke up, the Narnian night sky glittered with tens of stars, and you wished you could look into his eyes. The black always reflected the light perfectly.

You two had been dating for about 2 weeks now. Caspian was your best friend and the person you trusted the most. Back when all you could think of on nights like these was your imagination of what it would feel like to have his lips against yours, looking into his eyes was a gesture far too intimate for two friends to share.

But now that it was a reality, you moved him off your shoulder and moved forward, so now you were facing him. On instinct, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on his lap. Giggling, you took his stubble-covered face in your hands. After staring into your eyes for a length of time most people would find uncomfortable, he looked up at the sky. And there it was; the sky condensed into his eyes. He looked back up at you, and you couldn’t help but kiss him. You wondered how you ever lived without knowing the taste of his lips.

5:09 PM – 3 months ago

The sun filtered through your hair as you managed to push through it. It was setting, and the horizon looked particularly capturing today; pink and orange clouds shielding its light. Speaking of the sun, unbeknownst to you, yours had come up behind the spot you had claimed on the sand. Placing a kiss on your head – and consequently making butterflies fly around in your stomach – Caspian took the place next to you, as he often did.

More often, he’d only made rare appearances in your solitude, as the mantle of being king had taken its toll on his free time. You had found yourself reminiscing on the time when every other free second you both had, you would spend with each other. You would train together as well, and while that hadn’t necessarily stopped, he had significantly less time to do so. So you missed it, and you missed the close contact, where you could pass off the hitched breaths and stuttering glances as something other than what they were.

Caspian was your best friend. Nothing more, although you found yourself coveting the same. You don’t quite remember when it changed; when the way you looked at him turned from friendly appreciation to lingering on his smile. You felt that maybe he felt the same when he’d make you laugh and then drink in your reaction; when you showed him a new dress and his gaze lingered on you for far more time than was needed to look at the dress; when, a few days ago, you were playing with his hair, as you often did, and he unabashedly stared at your lips; and even now, when he kissed your head and instinctually rested his hand on yours. His thumb caressed your palm, and you had to physically restrain yourself from melting onto the beach.

At least then you could be washed away with the sea. You could feel his gaze on you. “What, idiot?” You asked him, not turning to look at him, a playful smile playing on your lips. “That’s no way to address your king,” he replied smoothly with a smirk of his own. You wanted to wipe it right off his stupid, pretty face.

As happy as you were with his presence next to you, you didn’t forget how your getaways to the beach were much frequent just you now instead of you both. “Sorry, Your Majesty,” you muttered sarcastically. You winced as his face fell at your tone, immediately regretting your words, knowing how he literally had no time for anything other than his duties. You couldn’t be mad at him for that. He beat you to the apology, “I am sorry. I know I have seen you less and less these past few weeks, and it’s not an excuse, merely a reason, but my work as king has taken up most if not all my time. Regardless, I could have made time for you. Aslan knows you’re much more important to me than anything else,” he spoke the last words under his breath, but you caught them.

You both had talked about this before – how much you meant to each other – but every time he brought it up, your heart beat just a little bit faster. “Cas, don’t be sorry. I know you’re busy and it’s selfish of me to be mad at you for that. I’m sorry,” you replied, looking away. “You’re not being selfish. You’re the least selfish person I know. You’ve done nothing wrong here,” he said softly, pushing your hair behind your ears. A hue of red dusted your cheeks at the gesture and you smiled up at him, “It’s okay, Cas,” you assured him and noticed his eyes crinkling at the nickname, “Just promise to meet me whenever you can,” you said, playing with his fingers. “Yes, I know, I will use all my free time on you. You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, a glint in his eyes. You laughed amusedly, “You’re a good king, you know,” and he searched your eyes for any sign of a lie. He didn’t find it, even behind your teasing tone. “Just because I dedicated my free time to you?” he questioned and you pretended to think, “Hmm… yes.” Laughing

, you rested your head on his shoulder. You were happy to have him, even if your affections could only be as intimate as best friends.

2:58 AM – 2 months ago

You had just made a particularly hilarious joke, and Caspian had been laughing about it for what seemed like ages. “My god, calm down,” you managed to say through your own laughter, and he silently brought his forehead down to your shoulder, his own shoulders shaking from laughter.

After finally calming down, he said, “Never do that again,” a smile still brilliant on his face, despite the dim moonlight filtering through the clouds. “What, never make you laugh again?” you grinned, sucking your teeth, “sounds like a challenge to me. I’m too funny,” you joked, running your hand through your hair. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Caspian roll his eyes at you, and you wordlessly shoved him for it.

“That cloud looks like your hair in the morning,” you pointed out, gesturing to a cloud by the sea line. Caspian looked at you with an unamused face, “Ha-ha. Very funny,” he replied deadpan, but a grin eventually broke out on his face.

A long, comfortable silence stretched out between the two of you. You carefully rested your head on his shoulder and tried to take this for what it was: two friends enjoying each other’s company, and not letting your thoughts wander to a hope where maybe, someday, you could be more than that. Because it could never be. Caspian did a great job of reminding you of the fact when he piped up, “Today was sort of terrible,” and in response, you looked up at him through your lashes, beckoning him to continue. “The court is back at it with the marriage proposals and potential alliances,” he explained, and your heart dropped.

Oh. “Any of the potential matches interest you?” you questioned, silently hoping the answer was no. Regardless, you braced yourself for the impact, but he replied, very softly, might one add, “No,” and ran a hand through his hair. “Really?” you asked in an unamused tone, “none of them?” you were a tad bit eager to know his true feelings. So he pointed it out, “Desperate, are we? Why do you want to see me married off so quickly?” he asked, a smirk playing on his annoyingly pretty face. There was a sort of desperation in his eyes that you didn’t quite catch, however.

“Of course not, Your Highness,” you teased, “Curse me for wanting to see my king happy,” and rolled your eyes. “And anyway, it’s quite the opposite,” you muttered under your breath, sure that he wouldn’t hear it, but he did.

Fuck. He understood what you meant by it as well; he always did, and now he looked at you with something newfound in his eyes. Shit.

Silence. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“That is the last thing that would make me happy,” he finally spoke, and you silently sent up a prayer to whichever god let him ignore whatever you had said.

“And what would?” you asked, a teasing tone in your voice, but you both knew you genuinely wanted to know. Were you a possibility?

He didn’t reply. You chuckled softly and slightly shoved him, “What? I asked you something,” you said, still giggling. Your laughter had brought a smile to his face and you wanted to evaporate.

He took one of your hands and started absentmindedly playing with your fingers, as he often did. “I just… it’s a little funny to me how many times I’ve asked you that same question and you’ve not responded,” he confessed, black eyes staring you down, and then moving away when you hesitated in responding. “We tell each other everything,” a pause, “Right?” he asked, and hundreds of unsaid feelings poured into the small gap between you two, which he was slowly but surely closing. All the while his hands were still on yours, and you wondered if this was it. The day you finally get to call him yours, or the day you part ways.

“Caspian…” was all you managed, a little choked. Had his face always been so close to yours? You swore you could feel the beat of his eyelashes on your face, which was no doubt painted deep red right about now. It didn’t matter, because so was his.

You never knew eyes could speak like this – albeit, Caspian’s had always been able to, but never to this degree – begging, desperation, and hope, all in just two pupils. You literally were choked now; words had left you. You always told him, in matters of romance, you would never be able to make the first move. He had always laughed at that, the irony of you being such a bold and fearless person, yet being afraid of showing vulnerability like this. Although he himself could never chide you about that; both of you knew his stubbornness, especially in affairs of the heart.

He was not a daft man. A little oblivious, sure, but he knew the way you looked at him. You hadn’t tried to hide it either; in some masochistic way, even though you had your doubts about his feelings, you still wore yours on your face. You regretted it sometimes, when if he ended up listening to his court one day, then you would feel like a fool for putting your heart out on the line.

But so had he. Later on, you would realize that you were much more oblivious than him. He had half the decency to never completely assume that you were interested in him romantically, but he knew you. And you knew him.

So it made sense now to you. His lingering glances, especially those on your lips; the forehead kisses, which he had started a long time ago before you thought of him this way – however, they had grown much more frequent and much less chaste; and, oh. The words he said to you just a couple of days ago, lounging in his bed, your head in his lap, when you had joked about him being in love with you, “I’m not going to deny it.” You knew when he was joking. This was not such an instance, even though, immediately after, he tried to play it off as such. You knew it. Why hadn’t you said something?

Your name fell from his lips now, once more, a silent plea.

His lips ghosted over yours once more. You closed your eyes briefly, as you did when in a predicament, and exhaled hard.

Caspian sent up a prayer to whichever god would take it and made to connect your lips. You met him halfway.

You remember the first kiss like the back of your hand. You just about whimpered when his taste reached your tongue; the taste of the chocolate you both had snuck just a few minutes earlier was fresh on his lips. His rather large hands steadied you by your waist, and you still felt like crumbling by his touch.

A few seconds later, you pulled away reluctantly, out of breath. His eyes slowly fluttered open and his face was redder than you had ever seen it. You grinned and pecked his lips once more, and he felt your smile on him. It wasn’t a feeling he thought he’d ever experience.

Giddy, he mirrored your smile and kissed you harder than the last time.

“I knew you had a thing for me,” you said, right after he pulled away, breathless and smiling. “I’m not going to deny it,” he gloated, and you rested your forehead on his shoulder, laughing.

You were going to deal with the court some other day. It was just you and him right now.

11:56 AM – Present time

“Enjoying the weather, my love?” Caspian’s voice sounds out as his arms wrap around your torso. You slightly crane your head to look at him, shamelessly staring at his frame; simple white button-up, black pants. A rather handsome look on him.

“Your pick-up lines have always been terrible,” you remark, turning your head back around, a smirk on your face.

“And yet you were just checking me out,” he shoots back, resting his chin on the top of your head. You roll your eyes in response. “Checkmate?” he teases.

“Whatever. You can hardly blame me when you look this good,” you respond smoothly, turning around to face him while raising a hand to play with the ends of his hair.

“Have you seen yourself?” he says comfortably. His hands are resting easy on your hips and his gaze is on you, focused like you hung the stars in the sky. He always looks at you like this.

You shake your head, silently laughing, and crane your head to look out at the waters. It’s true that no one loves the sea quite like Caspian does, but that’s the very reason you appreciate it. His eyes light up when he talks of his adventures and voyages. Interestingly enough, there have only been two instances when the joie de vivre shines in his eyes; once when he thinks of the sea, and twice when he thinks of you. You’ve noticed it. The thought gets you giddy each time.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you. He places a kiss on your head and leans down to kiss your lips. Every time he does, it feels like the first time. Your eyes flutter close, and you notice something more in the way his lips move against yours. A message.

And then you realize.

Three words.

He pulls away, exhaling softly. A pause.

“I love you,” he says, your name on his lips like it always belonged there.

You waste no time. “I love you too, Caspian,” and he grins.

You mean it. And Aslan knows he means it too.

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littlebitfierce · 1 year

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King Caspian x Reader (Fem) Smut 18+

*Warning-my first smut*

She was sitting on the chaise next to the fireplace reading a book. She stared at the page trying to absorb the words but they weren’t sticking in her mind at all. Images were floating through her mind and she found herself staring at the wall, not reading a word at all. She shook her head and tried looking at the page of her book, but it happened again. The images playing in her head were starting to excite something in her core. Not that she had any problem resolving this kind of situation on her own, but this ache felt deeper. She wanted someone warm with big hands and long fingers to touch her the way she needed. She shut her book and decided it was late and she was not going to be able to focus until she resolved her needs.

She brushed her hair and loosely braided it over her shoulder. She cleaned herself up and dressed ready for bed. She kept picturing a pair of particular brown eyes on top of her looking at her as she came undone beneath him. She kept thinking of his lips kissing hers, kissing her all over her body. She wanted his hands all over her body, touching her, feeling her, exploring her, and she could not get him out of her head.

She had just laid down with her eyes closed ready to begin pleasuring herself when she heard a couple faint knocks at her door. She paused as she wasn’t even sure if she heard correctly. But she quickly put on her robe and opened the door a crack.

Caspian was a couple steps away and he turned around.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry.” he said softly. None of his guards were around.

“You didn’t. You knocked so quietly I wasn’t even sure if I imagined it or not.” she chuckled softly at him. They both paused looking at each other.

“Come in, Caspian. You’re not disturbing me.” she opened the door slightly more and he stepped in.

As he walked by her she noticed he was dressed so haphazardly underneath his robe. His shirt was unkempt and untucked. She had closed the door and turned around to see him with his robe off and using his hands in front of him to lean on the back of the chaise.

“Is there something wrong, Caspian?” she was beginning to get concerned.

He looked up at her and saw her worried face.

“No, no, no, no. I apologize, I-” he stopped talking and stood up straight running his hand through his hair. He seemed completely scattered, which wasn’t like him at all. She tilted her head and started towards him.

He started pacing but stopped to look at her. She was looking up at him so confused why he seemed so agitated. He started towards her but stopped just a few inches away from her. “I...I’m so sorry. I don’t seem to have my thoughts together...” he spoke so softly to her.

She wanted to close the gap between them and take his face in her hands and kiss him. The air was so thick between them and the images that were in her mind earlier were flashing through her mind now. She just wanted his hands on her, she wanted his warm body pressed up against hers, and she wanted to run her fingers through his beautiful hair.

She stepped towards him, “Caspian, please...” she honestly wasn’t sure what else to say as she looked up at him.

He closed the gap, stepping towards her until their bodies barely touched. Her heart was racing as she kept looking up into his big, brown eyes. Then he tenderly took her face in his hands and he brought his lips down to hers. She brought her hands up to his hair as she parted her lips to give him access to her tongue. One of his hands traveled down to her waist and pulled her closer to him. She couldn’t believe this moment was happening and she moaned softly in his

mouth. As their kissing intensified her left arm started to wrap around his neck. He began to lower himself slightly as his large hands made their way down her body until they reached her outer thighs. Without breaking their kiss he lifted her pressing her body flush to his. Breathless they both stopped kissing for a moment as he stood holding her with his large hands beneath her thighs and her gazing down into his eyes. She started to smile at him and he smiled back before resuming kissing her.

He walked them over to her bed and lowered her down beneath him. She looked up at him still in disbelief he was here, in her room, kissing her, touching her, and wanting her.

“Is this what you want?” he was leaning over her, looking at her with his soft, brown eyes. She blinked at him.

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She leaned up, taking his face in her hands and kissed him.

“Yes, I want this. I want you, Caspian.” she said, smiling as she leaned her forehead against his. He pressed his lips to hers as she laid back on the bed. His hand had found the bottom of her nightgown and started slowly working its way up her leg to the area between her legs. His lips moved from her lips to her neck which left her breathing heavily and moaning softly.

“Gods, I’ve been dreaming of this.” he breathed between kisses. His hand was still moving achingly slow up her leg but the anticipation was making her wetter than she thought possible. Her other leg was shifting to create some sort of friction but it was providing hardly any relief. Finally his hand reached the top of her leg and wandered further up gripping her outer hip. “Take off your clothes.” he said just before he kissed her lips again.

Then he sat back on his heels and removed his shirt and she quickly removed her robe and pulled her nightgown over her head. Just as she lifted her head after removing all her clothing she saw him standing beside the bed completely bare. He turned towards her smiling and crawled on the bed towards her. They were both on their knees, with their bodies pressed together, nothing between them, and running their hands over each other.

Caspian kept running his hands down her back, grabbing her bottom, then traced up to the back of her neck to her hair. She loved running her hands through his hair and feeling the muscles in his shoulders and back. She felt one of his hands stray from her ass up towards her breast. He gently cupped it at first, ran his thumb over her nipple, which caused her to moan a bit louder in his mouth. He took that as an invitation to lower himself to her breast and she sighed as his tongue circled around her nipple. He proceeded to flick her nipple up and down using his tongue causing her to close her eyes, lean her head back, and moan.

She felt one of his hands cup under her thigh and the other arm wrap around her waist lowering her beneath him again.

“I want to taste you.” he said looking up at her with her other breast in his mouth.

Honestly the way he was using his tongue on her nipples was enough to make her come undone right there. She felt him lower himself on top of her and felt his length against her thigh. She hadn’t realized his other hand was right between her legs. She felt her stomach flutter and she gasped softly as he ran his middle finger up her slit. His finger found her clit and circled around it all while he was using his tongue to circle around her nipple. She couldn’t help it as her back arched slightly and her hips moved with his fingers.

He abandoned her breast to kiss the area between her breasts and continued kissing his way down to the area between her legs. He used the very tip of his tongue to lick all the way up her

slit, barely touching it, and opened his eyes to look at her. She closed her eyes and sighed as she lay her head back on the pillows and she felt her walls tighten and pulse. He slowly lifted one of her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh before biting down on her flesh slightly. How he knew the exact pressure to get her hands to grab the back of head and his forearm she wasn’t sure and she didn’t care, she did not want this to stop. She felt him breathe on her slit as he used the tip of his tongue to barely touch her entrance and glide up to her clit. The anticipation of his mouth devouring her was causing her to squirm against her will. She heard him chuckle and she opened her eyes just in time to see him close his, open his mouth, and press his tongue directly on her clit. She leaned her head back again and moaned as he wrapped his arms around her legs to hold her against him. He used his tongue flat to flick her clit up and down and she grabbed her breasts to heighten her pleasure. She was getting so close and he switched from up and down on her clit to circles and he looked up at her to gauge her reaction.

“Yes, yes” she breathed as he unhooked one arm to reach up and pinch at her nipple.

She felt his other arm unhook as well and saw him place his two middle fingers in his mouth to wet them. He then placed one of them at her entrance and looked up at her as he slowly started pumping it inside her. She felt her eyebrows furrow and her mouth open as she breathed heavily at the pressure of his large finger inserting itself into her. She could feel her walls tighten around him and as he slid out he began inserting the other finger as well. She was starting to lose control, her hips moving around and her soft moans were beginning to build. She lay her head back down again as he lowered his mouth to her clit again as his fingers, coated in her juices, pumped in and out of her slowly. His other arm was wrapped under her leg to try and steady her in place.

Her eyes were closed focusing on the pleasure building within her. She was in utter bliss and she knew she was so close. Her walls had been fluttering and pulsing around him but when he curled his fingers slightly she moaned and she gripped the back of his head harder. His tongue kept flicking her clit and he continued the same speed and pressure of his fingers. She started going in and out and knew she was going to cum.

“Cas-” she breathed, “Don’t stop, I’m going to cum.”

He hummed and flicked her clit slightly faster and not two seconds later she felt it. She felt her walls tighten completely around him, her back arch, her breath was heavy, and everything left her mind. She felt completely perfect, so good, and sparks shot through her entire body as she experienced her orgasm. She felt his fingers leave her, opened her eyes, and saw him making his way on top of her. He had a smile on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips and felt her wetness in his stubble beard.

“I could taste you for hours,” he breathed between kisses and she felt his hips move his cock to rub against her slit.

He kissed her deeply and she moaned slightly at the feel of his cock rubbing against her. She could feel herself getting excited about him being inside her. She used one of her hands to reach down and wrap around his length. Now it was his turn to be breathless and moan. He leaned his forehead against hers as she pumped his cock in her hand. She licked her hand to make a slicker friction and after a few heavy breaths he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head with one of his.

“I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.” his eyes darkened before kissing her again.

She quickly made a small moan against his lips, “I want you inside me.” She was ready, he was ready and her pussy was throbbing with anticipation. He licked his hand before pumping his cock and placing it at her entrance. He looked down at her, hands pinned, breasts out, nipples hard, breathing heavy, hair disheveled, and her big eyes looking up at him. He watched her eyebrows furrow and her mouth open wider to gasp as he entered her. He was slow and gentle, giving her time to adjust to him. A few pumps in, she closed her eyes and threw her head further into the pillows. His cock felt perfect inside her and she could feel her juices leaking out of her. She never wanted this feeling, this moment, to end. He leaned in to kiss her neck as he began thrusting in and out of her at a faster pace.

“You feel so good, love.” he said as she wrapped her arm around his neck and the other gripped his bicep. She couldn’t help it, she kept moaning every time he pumped his cock into her, she was going to cum on him. But she just felt like she needed him to not be soft and gentle but thrust deeper and harder into her.

“Caspian, harder. Fuck me.” she panted into his ear in between moans. He took her face in one of his hands and kissed her hard.

He leaned back on his knees and lifted one of her legs to get a deeper angle as he quickened his pace. He was enjoying watching her come completely undone under him. But he was getting close, feeling her tighten around him and he was trying to last longer for her.

He leaned in towards her ear, “Rub your clit for me.” he commanded. He felt her hand move down to her area and saw her tilt her head further back into the pillows gasping.

“Caspian,” she whispered breathlessly into the air and he almost lost it there.

“Caspian,” she moaned as she tightened down on him and arched her back again in utter bliss. He felt heavenly inside her and she was cumming all over him for the second time.

He gasped and grunted in her ear before he pulled out of her and leaned back as he pumped his cock empty on his stomach. When he was finished they both lay on the bed completely spent and breathless. She got up to fetch him something to clean himself up with and he smiled as she handed him a clean cloth she found. As he was wiping himself off she located her nightgown and proceeded to put it back on. Dressed, she turned to face the bed with Caspian standing making his way towards her. He clasped one hand behind her neck and the other hand used his fingers to tilt her face towards him as he leaned down to kiss her. She loved how soft his lips were and how small she felt in his arms. She didn’t want him to leave, she wanted to spend all evening in his arms.

“Is it alright with you if I remain here for a while?” he asked looking down at her.

She smiled softly as she tilted her head wondering why a king was asking for her permission. “Of course you can, Caspian.” She walked over to the bed, climbed in and he followed. He lay down on his back with one arm outstretched towards her, beckoning her to join him and lay on his chest. She snuggled up to him and signed out of satisfaction.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly as his arm wrapped around her.

She tilted her head to look up at him and saw he looked positively sleepy. Happy, with a small smile on his face, but still sleepy. She let out a slight chuckle.

“Mmm, yes.” She closed her eyes and smiled as he kissed her forehead.

They both fell asleep quickly and they both slept soundly in each other's arms.

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padfootagain · 11 months

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You and the King (I)

Chapter 1 : Many Meetings

Hi everyone! I’m very happy to come back for this sequel of The King and You! After so many adventures, the reader is finally in Narnia, reunited with Caspian, but I’m sure you’ve guessed that the couple still has many adventures to go through!

I hope you like this new series, tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: Caspian x reader

Warnings: None, it’s just fluff! Gets a little heated at the end of the chapter, but nothing explicit.

Summary: Sequel to The King and You – After meeting Caspian in your own world, you decide to follow him to Narnia, your love for him to strong to keep your old life. But as you discover the magic of Narnia, you soon realise that this extraordinary world is as dangerous as it is magnificent. Will your love for Caspian be enough to fight your new enemies?

Word Count: 4548

“A minotaur?”

“Yes, minotaurs do exist here.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“I am afraid not. They are very loyal, as you will notice. Although, I must warn you, they are quite stubborn. And a little ruthless sometimes. And terribly tempered…”

“Okay… minotaurs… got it… what else?”

“I… don’t know… they are normal to me…”

“Sirens?”

“We do have sirens here, yes.”

“God…”

Caspian merely laughed.

You were quite lost still. After this crazy adventure you had lived with him, you were more lost than ever, and yet incredibly at peace. Weird feeling, mixing opposites.

You had arrived in Narnia merely the day before. Caspian had kept you by his side all afternoon, all evening, all night. He didn’t want you to feel lost, or scared. Narnia was a new world to you, you needed his help to navigate through it. And he would guide you through it all. Just the way you did for him…

After all, when he stumbled into your apartment in New York, over a month ago, you helped him. You guided him through this strange world of yours, you helped him find his way back to Narnia. But then… you also fell in love with him. And he fell in love with you. So much so that now, there you were, in Narnia, with him. You had left New York, your life, your world behind to be with him. And you had no regrets. The way you felt every time your eyes landed on his tall frame… it was worth your sacrifices.

You were in your chambers now, getting changed, putting on a Narnian dress, and Caspian was patiently waiting for you to get ready. He had cleared his schedule for the day, to help ease you into his Narnian world. He had little time to do so though. Even if he longed to be with you, to help you… he was still King. He had meetings to attend, and crisis to solve… especially now.

Because this treaty he was to sign with Lord Cirvan was to be made all over again. The new trades were to be secured through Caspian’s marriage with Cirvan’s daughter, Emilia. But then, you had burst into the room right when Caspian was about to sign and… he couldn’t possibly marry anyone but you now. So, the negotiations had to start all over again, this time without the argument of a royal wedding. So much work to be done…

But that could wait. For this first day of yours in Narnia by his side, Caspian wanted to be here.

He leaned against the wall next to him, crossing his arms as he waited for you to change. He had ordered for some dresses to be brought to your chambers, and was waiting for you to try them on. You had refused any kind of assistance from the maids to get dressed, and Caspian had not insisted. He reckoned you had to get used to this part of his life. Lords, ladies, maids, soldiers, him being King… For now, you needed to learn a little bit more about Narnia.

He kept on talking to you though, while you got changed on the other side of the room, hidden behind a screen. He could see your arms peeking out every once in a while above the velvetyt screen, bringing a smile to his lips every time…

He still couldn’t believe it. You were here. With him. In Narnia… This was not a dream…

You cursed at the dress, struggling with the laces in the back, heaving a frustrated sigh.

This was overwhelming… all of this. Of course, you were far from stupid, and you expected to be overwhelmed, but then again… this felt unbearably real, sometimes. Things that were not supposed to exist… did exist, all of a sudden. Your entire reality had to be recalibrated. It was an awful lot to take in.

You were so grateful to Caspian for being here…

Speaking of Caspian, his head peered beyond the screen, an amused smile on his lips.

“May I help you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You turned to him, nodding, letting go of the fabric.

“Yes, please.”

You turned your back to him so he could tighten the dress properly. But you noticed the way his fingers lingered across your back, even when they didn’t need to. The gesture brought a grin to your lips.

“Enjoying yourself, back there?” you asked, teasing.

Caspian fiercely blushed, but he held your gaze nonetheless when you looked at him over your shoulder.

“I am, actually,” he answered, voice low and deep and tempting.

You chuckled just as he was done with your dress, wrapping his arms around you to bring you closer, dropping a kiss in your hair.

“You are beautiful, my love,” he whispered against you ear.

“You like the dress, then?”

“I do.”

You nodded.

“Do I look like a proper Narnian lady?”

Your tone was playful, but only for a part, and Caspian knew it. He knew you enough to notice. The way your voice started cheerful but shook, just a little, a wavering barely audible…

He tightened his hold on you in response, pressing your back against his chest and dropping a tender kiss on your neck.

“You are the most beautiful Narnian lady I have ever seen.”

You smiled, the gesture a little hesitant still.

“I’m worried.”

“I know.”

“I’m terrified, actually…”

“I know. I felt the same when I was lost in your world. But you are not lost here. I am here. With you.”

“What about tomorrow? And the day after that? I’m not naive, you’re a king! I get that you’re busy… I’m an artist, I could rearrange my schedule around your needs. But you can’t do that for me. Not every day, at least.”

You finally turned around, remaining into his arms but facing him now. You rested your palms over his shoulders, holding onto them as if looking for reassurance, for support…

He ran a hand through your hair, heaving a sigh.

“I cannot deny that you are right. I am King. I cannot spend all my time with you, even if I wish I could. But there is no need to worry. I will introduce you to a few people today, people who will help you when I cannot be here. They will take care of you, like Agatha took care of me when you were not around.”

You nodded, but fear was still there, in your gaze, and Caspian hated it. There was so much he could do though, to alleviate your worry…

“Everything will be fine. I will be here. I will take care of you. And I will ask the people I trust the most to help you as well. Besides, I will make an announcement today, an official one, stating to all in the Castle and beyond where you come from. And things are different here, in Narnia. Our Kings and Queens of old came from your world, my ancestors came from your world. Your people is considered with reverence here. They will understand. They will try to, at least. In your world, it was madness to believe that I could come from Narnia. Here, it is an honour to be in the presence of someone coming from the other side.”

You nodded, letting his words sink in, letting their soothing effect calm down your racing heart. Caspian was right. People here would understand…

“I’m just… really nervous and scared that your people will hate me or… I don’t know… you’re a king! I… I’m scared… I mean, I’m just me.”

But Caspian shook his head, an amused smile now on his lips.

“My darling, you are everything Narnia needs. I can assure you that.”

“What makes you think so?”

“Aslan made our paths cross. All this was meant to happen.”

“Do you really think that?”

“There is no other explanation. The passages between our worlds opening like this… no, these are no mere coincidences. Besides… I love you. I know. I simply know.”

You smiled, reaching up to kiss his lips, to feel their softness on your skin, the tender hold of his palm over your cheek as he closed his eyes and leaned further, deepening the kiss, putting in more fervour, more passion, more love too…

Caspian had to be right. Because, even if things were to turn ill in this foreign land, you had no way to go home now.

You were holding onto Caspian’s arm as if it were some sort of anchor, of lifeline. You forced a smile as he turned to you, black eyes filled with tenderness and comfort. You were standing right before the door of Caspian’s office, perfectly aware that some of the most important people in Caspian’s life were standing on the other side, waiting for you. To your anxiety concerning Narnia was added the fear that people Caspian loved would dislike you, would disapprove of you and him. You wanted his friends to like you, to accept you in their small circle filled with trust. Caspian had already told you about them all, in New York and this very morning also, but still, you were unbelievably nervous now.

“Everything will be fine,” he smiled, and there was so much warmth and love in his gesture that you couldn’t help but believe him.

And so, you nodded, your heart soothed, even if it were for a mere moment, and you let him push the doors open.

Inside the room, eight people were waiting for you. You forced a smile on your lips, although you were well aware that traces of your nervousness were still visible across your features.

You tried to remember what Caspian had told you about traditional Narnian greetings, but your nerves got the better of you, and your mind turned into some sort of blank goo from which you could retrieve no useful information at all. You merely followed Caspian inside instead, standing awkwardly by his side.

“Thank you all for coming,” Caspian welcomed his friends.

And you were almost expecting them to judge you right away, to push you away, to shout… or on the contrary, you could have expected for all of them to bow before their king. But their reaction took you aback, enough so for you to relax.

“Ha, it is good to see you outside of a cell, Lady Y/N!” Reepicheep cried, jumping on the back of a chair to see you better. “I assume your chambers are much more comfortable.”

“Indeed, they are. But then again, hard to do worse than a prison cell,” you tried to joke, and you were reassured by the amused smiles that appeared around the room.

By your side, Caspian chuckled.

“Well, I was arrested in your world… it is only fair that you get to live the same experiences in Narnia as I did in New York!” Caspian joked as well, smiles broadening all around you. “More seriously, Y/N has settled in her chambers, all is well.”

“We are leaving in only a week though,” a dwarf, you assumed was Trumpkin, added. “No need to settle down too much.”

He seemed quite grumpy, but there was something kind in his gaze that he tried to hide. You liked him already.

He was nudged by a badger, that you identified as Trufflehunter. They glared at each other, but no more words were said.

And it was strange. As you looked around, surrounded by animals, and a dwarf, and a minotaur, and humans… it hit a little bit harder that you were very far from home…

“Well, as you have all guessed, this is Y/N,” Caspian told his friends, and you couldn’t refrain a smile as pride and happiness oozed from his gaze and tone as he introduced you.

He then turned towards an old man, with a white beard and grey hair, round spectacles a little lopsided resting on his nose.

“This is Professor Cornelius,” Caspian said, introducing you to the teacher. “He was my professor when I was a boy, and has never failed to advise me ever since I’ve become King. He will teach you all that you need to know about Narnia.”

“It is a great pleasure and an honour to meet you, Lady Y/N,” Cornelius said, his deep voice like a rumble of boulders down a hill as he reached for your free hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

“The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for being willing to help me,” you gave him a warm smile.

“Oh, child, there is no need to thank me! It is but natural! Do not worry, I will teach you all you need to know!”

Caspian guided you to Trumpkin and Trufflehunter next, introducing the two friends.

“We will try to help you, my Lady, no matter what you might need,” Trufflehunter offered with a generous smile. “Do not hesitate to ask for our help! It would be an honour to serve you.”

Trumpkin didn’t add anything, but he gave a short nod in agreement, and you couldn’t refrain an amused smile at the sight.

“Of course, there is no need to introduce our dear Reepicheep,” Caspian smiled, pointing at the mouse, before his hand would move to the bald man standing by his side. “This is Drinian, one of my closest advisors. We have fought and sailed many times together. I’ve asked Drinian and Reepicheep to teach you the basis of sword fighting and archery. I hope you will never need skills such as these, but I will feel reassured knowing that you can defend yourself if need be.”

You nodded, feeling a little more confident now, as so far everything was going smoothly and you knew Reepicheep already. You tried to crack a joke.

“I’m afraid Caspian has entrusted you with the hardest mission yet: I was always terrible in any kind of sports. I almost broke one of his toes when we danced.”

All laughed in the room, Drinian and Trumpkin merely chuckling but you reckoned that their stern behaviours were harder to be broken. You realised that the woman standing nearby – you assumed it was Caspian’s old friend Dalia – was barely smiling. Still, you reckoned that your humour was working, and you visibly relaxed after that, feeling a little more like yourself.

“You did no such thing, my love,” Caspian shook his head at you, fondness in his eyes.

He turned to Dalia and introduced you as well.

“Dalia is my oldest friend,” he explained. “She will teach you everything you need to know about the court, the etiquette, and living in Cair Paravel.”

“I stand corrected, you have the hardest job here,” you joked, but your confidence wavered a little when all you received in exchange was a tight smile.

“I’ll make sure you learn our ways, my Lady,” she spoke in a rather cold tone, and Caspian frowned at the sound of her voice, that he was used to hear filled with warmth.

“Thank you for your help,” you offered her a smile that she barely returned, but you chose to ignore her reaction.

Caspian was still frowning a little though when he turned to the last man and the minotaur he had not introduced to you yet.

“This is Diego, and Ammos,” he said, introducing the tall man and then the minotaur. “They are here to ensure your safety. They will have to accompany you everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” you asked him, frowning, but Caspian nodded.

“I am afraid so. The political situation here is… quite tensed these days. And you know nothing about Narnia… I do not want to take the risk for you to get hurt.”

You nodded, smiling at the two soldiers. They were the only ones who bowed before you, and you guessed that they were not that close to Caspian, although he trusted them.

You were quite taken aback by the minotaur though. He was far taller than you, with broad shoulders and everything about him seemed… intimidating. You stood a little closer to Caspian without noticing.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you told the two soldiers with a kind smile.

“My Lady, it is an honour to serve you. We will lay down our lives, if necessary, to protect you,” Diego said, the man looking up at you, brown eyes staring intensely at you.

You were rather taken aback by this statement, and shook your head, uncomfortable.

“Let’s hope it never comes to that,” you answered.

But Caspian guided you away again to talk more with the rest of the group, planning your first days in Narnia. He would make your identity official tonight, but you had several days to spend in this fortress before heading towards Cair Paravel. It was decided that the most urgent for you was to learn about Narnian traditions, culture and etiquette, and Dalia and Cornelius were to spend a lot of time with you in the coming days. And if the old professor seemed excited and welcoming, for Dalia, it was another story entirely. As you walked out of the room with Caspian, aiming for your chamber again, you asked him if you had done anything wrong.

“Of course not, my love,” Caspian reassured you, dropping a kiss in your hair as no one else was in the corridor. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know… I didn’t… bow or anything.”

“These people are my friends, you do not need to bow before them. Actually, you will not bow before anyone here. After all, you are to be Queen.”

You heaved a sigh at that.

“Really? Am I?”

Caspian frowned, letting you open the door of your room. He walked in after you, closed the door behind him and turned the lock.

“What do you mean? Are you… having doubts? About us?” he asked in a worried tone.

“What? No, of course not, it’s just… It’s hard to wrap my head around… all of this.”

He nodded, walking closer to you, and he opened his arms for you as soon as you took a step towards him, knowing you would hug him tight, guessing your movements before you could even think them.

Indeed, you snuggled into his chest, holding him tightly against you, breathing him in. He smelled of firewood, of leather, of candlelight…

You heaved a sigh, relaxing into his embrace.

“We should discuss this, actually,” Caspian whispered into our hair.

“Discuss what?”

He cleared his throat, and when you looked up at him, you were a little apprehensive of what he was about to say.

“It is not uncommon to court for a few months,” Caspian went on, choosing his words carefully, wary to not scare you away. “But… intimacy is not the same here and in your world.”

“I know, you’ve told me before,” you nodded. “Does that mean that we can’t… be like this?”

“Not in public, no.”

“And now?”

But he laughed your worry away.

“How could you think me able to stand in a room with you, alone, for more than five minutes before kissing you?”

You grinned, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Then, I don’t care. As long as we have this, I don’t care.”

He tightened his hold on you a little, taking a deep breath.

“What I meant to say with all this was that… Marriage happens must faster here than in your world.”

He felt you tensing, and held his breath.

“Marriage?”

He nodded.

“Would… would you be ready for that?”

His words were cautious, his voice hesitant. But you chuckled, and when you looked up at him again, you were almost amused.

“No… I left my world behind just to say hi. I am absolutely not madly in love with you and ready to spend my life with you. That’s why I came. Actually, you wouldn’t know a few single men I could hook up with?”

“Hook up? What does that mean?”

“Spend the night with…”

He exploded with laughter, and so did you.

“You are unbelievable,” he chuckled, shaking his head fondly at you. “I am afraid I do not know any man available in the Castle, no.”

“Really? You’re sure?”

“I am setting up a new law. No man is allowed in the same room as you except for me from now on.”

You both laughed again. It was merrier, calmer again. It was easy when it was just the two of you.

“More seriously though,” you broke the comfortable silence that had begun to settle upon the room, “I am quite… worried… terrified, actually, about all of this. About Narnia, and living in a Castle, and doing something wrong, and being a queen… But it doesn’t mean that I’m doubting us, Caspian. I know how I feel. And I love you. I always will.”

You let him run a hand through your hair, fingers moving until his palm could cup your cheek, and he leaned down to kiss your lips. A slow, reassuring kiss to show you that he felt the same.

“Now, that being said,” you breathed against his mouth as you broke away just enough to speak. “I’m not saying I will marry you until I get a real proposal.”

Caspian chuckled.

“A real one?” he teased.

“What you just did was not a proposal at all.”

“I asked you if you would be ready to marry me...”

“You’re supposed to get down on one knee! And to make a beautiful declaration about your undying love for me… and then, maybe, I’ll consider it,” you joked. “Just a few advises for your next attempt.”

You were not expecting Caspian to grin at you the way he did though, or to break your embrace. You were expecting even less for him to hold your hands in his, and to get down on one knee.

Your eyes grew round as you realized what he was doing. You could feel tears appear at the corner of your eyes, ready to fall. You were breathless now.

“I was kidding about all this, you know?” you asked, but Caspian shook his head.

“You were right, still. You deserve a real proposal.”

“Now?”

“Why not? I am certain. I have never been more certain of anything in my life. You are the one. You are the woman I will love and cherish, until my last breath. I have no doubts in my mind. Why wait? I love you so much, why should I wait to be with you, then?”

“I love you too,” you whispered, your throat too tight now to speak.

There was emotion shaking Caspian’s voice as well, but no trace of hesitation or doubt or nervousness even. He was relaxed. Emotional, but calm. It wasn’t that surprising though, you felt perfectly certain as well.

“Y/N Y/L/N, would you make me the happiest man in this world, the luckiest in all words combine? Will you make me the honour of loving me till the end? Will you marry me?”

You brushed a tear away, but another fell, and you were not fast enough to hide it. It was alright though. It was just Caspian. Your Caspian. You could cry before him, you could be vulnerable and strong with him…

It was just the man you loved, and who loved you above all things as well.

“Of course, I want to marry you, Caspian,” you answered in a whisper, pulling him up gently so you could crush your lips with his.

You were both grinning in the kiss, and he held you tight after that, keeping you against him, burying his face in your hair.

“I love you,” he whispered, and you knew he was crying.

Because yesterday, at the same hour of the late afternoon, he thought he would never see you again. He was certain to have lost you, he was ready to marry a woman he would never love and now… now you were in his arms, holding him tight. And the sun was so bright outside, and the wind so soft against the branches, and the fire in the hearth so warm. He was holding you tight, he was calling you his, he was yours… everything felt right. Everything was as it should be. When he looked at you again, brushing your happy tears away, he wore the brightest grin you had ever seen.

“I cannot wait to spend all my life with you,” he whispered, thumb grazing across your cheekbone, burning your skin in the wake of its feathery touch.

“I love you so much, Caspian,” you answered, your tone matching his. “I’ll always love you, no matter what.”

When he kissed you again, there was something more urgent in his gesture, more passionate in the way his lips moved against yours, hungrier in the way his tongue broke the barrier of your lips, more desperate in the way his hand travelled across your body…

You wore a mischievous smile when you pulled away, gasping for air and for your heart to slow down. But your best efforts were in vain, Caspian’s lips assaulting the tender skin of your neck, his hand caressing your hip…

“I thought that this kind of intimacy was only to happen after the wedding in Narnia,” you teased, but couldn’t refrain a moan when he gently bit on the skin covering your pulse.

“You are having a terrible influence on me, my darling,” he teased you back.

You let him bend down a little more, so he could slip his hands behind your thighs and carry you off the ground, walking towards your bed.

“Of course, it’s all my fault…” you rolled your eyes, but your smile was tender when you kissed his cheek and jaw.

It was his time to moan as you gently pulled on his hair.

He put you down on the bed, his gesture delicate despite the fire that burned in his eyes. Despite this wild passion in his gaze, he was still tender, still delicate, still loving…

“Whose fault could it be but yours?” he joked, his smile crooked in a cocky smirk. “It is hardly my fault if you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

You giggled at that, rolling your eyes, but your laughter died in your throat when he started kissing your neck again.

“Well… if I’m having such a bad influence on you… are you sure you want to sign up for life then, love?”

He laughed against your skin, the vibrations sending happy shivers all over your body.

He propped himself on his forearms to look at you, and you brushed a strand of hair behind his ear as it fell before his eyes. He leaned into your touch without even noticing.

“You will get me into so much trouble… I couldn’t be more certain. I couldn’t be happier either.”

You exchanged a tender smile, but his features turned amused again, mischievous even... or something even more dangerous, something burning with desire.

“Besides… after our night together… I would be lying if I pretended that I have not planned a long list of things I want to do to you… We’d better not lose too much time to try them out, don’t you think so, my love?”

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the-second-tonks · 2 years

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He smiles a lot more around you | E.P

Summary : Nothing much , it's just Edmund leaving Narnia and Y/n following him .

Pairing : Edmund Pevensie x gn!reader , Caspian x Liliandil

Warnings : fluff , bit of angst , fluff , English is not my first language , this fic is not proofread so there could be a lot of mistakes , a bit plotless since I'm just back from my hiatus.

Y/n stood there , clutching their sword as tightly as their grip allowed them to. The sword was in the sheath , and the sheath surprisingly was able to sustain the pressure .

They watched the three figures bid a goodbye to the King of Narnia , Caspian .. and the King of Beasts , Aslan .

Oh how badly they wished they could make the king and queen stay . How badly they wished they could make their cousin stay back too . How badly they wished they had the power to do that .

“We will definitely miss Narnia” Lucy admitted the obvious .

Y/n was just another regular seafarer.. but a close friend of the Narnian King Caspian. They always noticed how interested Caspian was in the field, and that's how they became friends .

But then , Caspian's old friends , High King and Queen of Narnia , entered their life and they couldn't be any more glad . Why? Wasn't it obvious? King Edmund had their heart and brain go insane. They fell for him first and he seemed to smile more around them (observed by Lucy) .

No feelings were communicated due to the havoc they were in , but now , y/n couldn't believe that it was the last time they would be seeing The Edmund Pevensie. They were undeniably feeling butterflies in the stomach due to two reasons

1. Edmund looked breathtaking

2. Anxiety that he was leaving

They were confused , stressed , panicked , sad and most of all , love sick .

Shall I confess?

The question kept revolving in their mind as they watched Lucy hugging the life out of Aslan . It was something that showed how dearly she loved Narnia. Y/n walked closer to Caspian , who seemed in queue for the last goodbye .

Y/n smiled at Caspian and shook hands with Eustace as he politely came to bid y/n . “You'll be missed , Eustace . But I'm happy that you've still got another visit”

Caspian nodded “Yeah , i think he'll be more mature by then” bidding Eustace a goodbye too .

Y/n and Caspian smiled when Eustace embarrassingly nodded and claimed that he had been pretty immature . He walked towards his siblings then .

“Are you going to go beyond the sea too?” they hadn't forgotten how Caspian wanted to go through it . Y/n was sure about reepicheep , who had gone through it already.

“I think I should , but at the same time , I cannot let go of Narnia , i cannot give up. I think I have motivation now ..” Caspian shared his thoughts with Y/n .

“That goddess looking girl we met? King Ramandu's daughter?” Y/n questioned , smirking a bit .

“Yeah..” Caspian blushed a bit and nodded .

“She seemed interested in you , give it a try , King” Y/n suggested , as they saw Lucy get up now , done hugging Aslan .

“You should confess to King Edmund too . I confessed to Queen Susan , even though I knew we had no future together.. if you don't confess now , he'll be gone forever and you'll be here with regret ” Caspian advised y/n.

Y/n nodded and spoke “I just want to be a happy memory in his mind” they took a deep breath as Lucy and Edmund both proceeded towards y/n and Caspian .

Lucy bid Caspian a painful goodbye . While Edmund was busy with Caspian , Lucy hugged Y/n and spoke “I'll miss you so much , Y/n”

“Likewise , Queen Lucy” they spoke and hugged Lucy back .

“It's been days since we've been here with you and yet , your habit of referring to us with our titles hasn't changed” Lucy chuckled with tears in her eyes .

“It would've probably improved if you could stay here forever” For y/n, these three people were iconic , a dream friend group .

They would miss them so much . They could already feel it . Ever since they had heard about Queen Susan and High King Peter , they knew it was going to hurt so bad when Queen Lucy and King Edmund would leave .

Lucy laughed a bit and moved aside , as Edmund came in Y/n's view . Edmund wasn't affectionate.. so y/n didn't expect him to hug them or even shake hands with them. As expected , Edmund just eyed Y/n and spoke “I wish we had more time”

Caspian felt Deja vu hit him . It felt as if the scene from three years ago was occurring again .. and he did root for y/n and Edmund to kiss .

“Yeah , i wish the same.” y/n spoke , and kept looking at him .

“I like you” .. “Huh?” they both spoke simultaneously, taking everyone off-guard, even themselves.

Y/n smiled at Edmund widely , and Edmund was shocked out of his wits .

“You.. like me back?” he questioned as he moved closer to y/n .

“You too?” y/n smiled warmly . It was the best and the worst day of their life .

Y/n stood there as Edmund slowly took the lead in kissing them . The kiss was everything that could make anyone's brain go bonkers . It was slow , passionate, yet loving and warm.

They both ended the kiss with a smile . Edmund smiled sadly at y/n when Aslan spoke “It's time to leave now , King Edmund” to grab Edmund's attention.

Edmund nodded and looked back at y/n with glossy eyes . Y/n immediately launched themselves at him , they couldn't get enough of him . They wouldn't be able to hear his voice , look at him , hug him , kiss him or even get a small glance of him , ever again. Just a small hope in their heart that Aslan would permit them to go to Edmund's world . Just a small wish , that they desperately wanted to be fulfilled .

Once they separated from the hug , Edmund smiled at y/n , just like he always did .

“I told you he smiles a lot more around you” Lucy remarked , happy for the pair .

Y/n nodded shyly and removed their pendant from around their neck . Tiptoeing , they put the pendant around Edmund's neck and whispered “Every time you miss me , clutch this tightly , and feel the surroundings. You'll notice my presence . Like this , I'll be there with you always , any time you need me.” Y/n spoke , and then , their voice broke as they continued “Keep it safe for me even when you find another lover , if I ever come to visit you .” they joked .

Edmund nodded “I'll wait for you , forever.”

Aslan heard that , and nodded . Soon , the three people were leaving through the water tunnel . Endless eye contacts were made between y/n and Edmund , conveyed indefinite words that were left unheard , untold .

Once the tunnel closed with the three people disappearing , Aslan spoke “King Caspian , this must feel unfair to you , but maybe , there is a chance to let y/n go to the other world , where the High Kings and Queens reside”

Caspian spoke “It would've been unfair to the younger Caspian , Aslan . Now , I know what I want from my life , I think I'm clear about my thoughts.. even though I'll miss y/n , i think we should let them go if there is a way”

Aslan spoke “There is .. but it'll send y/n to 4 years from now”

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows.. what does that mean?

“Aslan , forgive me for my curiosity , but why 4 years?”

“Edmund still has some things to grow up from , y/n . He is unaware of his tolerance and loyalty. He is in need to prove his loyalty and I think the time of 4 years will give him that chance ” Aslan spoke mysteriously as sudden air hit y/n and Caspian . The tunnel from between the water was opening up again ..

“Go on , Y/n . Once you step into that world , you won't be able to come back ” Aslan spoke .

Y/n nodded , bidding a happy and nervous goodbye to Caspian and aslan . Taking a deep breath , they walked towards the tunnel .

Entering in and going through the water tunnel , they entered the new world which seemed very familiar to them . They were in some weird clothes that they had never seen or worn , and they was standing under the shed on a rainy day . They had an umbrella in their hand , but they didn't know what to do . They couldn't see Edmund or Lucy or Eustace anywhere.

What am I supposed to do?

Y/n thought to themselves , when their train of thoughts were interrupted by a deep , attractive voice .. “Ughh, the forecast didn't say it'll rain!” . The voice belonged to a very handsome gentleman.. but the face made y/n's face go awed as well as tearful . They wanted to make sure before reacting , and therefore they glanced at the pendant around his neck . Their heart warmed when they noticed that it was actually still there.. he actually meant forever when he said so .

Yes , yes , yes , yes! He's Edmund! The Edmund Pevensie!

“Edmund?” they spoke it loud enough for the guy to hear .

Edmund was shocked as he turned to look at the person beside him .

“Huh? Y-Y/n?” his eyes went wide too , but his smile was wider than that . Ohh he wanted to embrace them so bad , but his clothes were wet .

The couple took a long walk to Edmund's home underneath one umbrella. They talked and laughed , and stared endlessly at each other.

Soon, Lucy was very happy to find Y/n and so was Eustace .

“I told you he smiles a lot more around you” Lucy remarked again, because it was the first time in a long time that the family had seen Edmund smiling so widely .

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theaskywalker · 1 year

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Imagine being close friends with the four Pevensies and them telling you about their adventures in Narnia

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ericityyy · 4 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 // 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

➻ 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙙𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚

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➻ 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙖𝙣

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𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 (characters can still be added)

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carnationworld-writings · 1 year

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

To read my other works, check my MASTERLIST !

Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 1363

Requested: Yes, by so amazing annon 💜

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Klaudia 💜

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