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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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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 1 year

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Making Up For Lost Time - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Based on the following two requests:

can we get an enemies to lovers with edmund that has smut in it??

PLEASEE an edmund smut,, preferably something with a risk of getting caught? or not bb i don’t mind- but a lot of dirty talking too 🤭

It's not necessarily enemies to lovers? But I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably my favorite thing I've written thus far.

Summary: You and Edmund are definitely feeling the effects of your arranged marriage.

Warnings: Language, Smut, not proofed!

Female reader

You couldn't take much more of him, nor him you. The both of you knew why the marriage had to happen, Narnia couldn't risk another war, and Calormen was losing resources due to the Great Desert. As a compromise, Peter, Caspian, and Susan met with Prince Rabadash to secure a compromise. A truce between the kingdoms and a new way for the resources to be traded was sealed with the promise of a marriage between you and Edmund.

And neither of you was happy with it.

It didn't help that you had shared chambers either. You and Edmund had asked The High Kings and Queen about a switch in rooms but they only pushed further.

"Imagine what the people would think if the newlyweds weren't sharing a room?" So you were forced to live with him. Fall asleep next to him each night, and wake by his side every morning.

Granted, Edmund wasn't intolerable. He just wasn't tolerable either. He was a handsome man, sure, but that face also came with his quick wit and sharp tongue, two things you'd grown to loathe.

He'd challenge you, yes. But his tone of speech was never rude or condescending. But the biggest thing you hated about him, he was always so charming. So sweet. So fair.

He didn't earn the title of The Just King for nothing. But it just added fuel to the fire.

He'd always let you use the bath chambers first, and never complained or protested when you took longer baths.

He didn't pressure you to do anything on your wedding night. He simply kept to himself, offering you a smile and a "goodnight" from his side of the bed. You had been told what was to come, your mind was full of stories from other women in your life. Horror stories.

"It is ever so painful."

"Not pleasurable at all!"

"I can hardly wait until it's over!"

Needless to say, when your new husband had simply wished you a good night and went to sleep, you were surprised. The next morning you woke by his side, finding it odd that he had barely moved an inch. You were basically in the middle of the large bed, Edmund sleeping soundly on the edge, right where he was the night before. You were gone before he'd woken up.

Edmund never failed to greet you kindly, entering the room quietly just in case you had decided to take a nap. He never raised his voice to you either.

Was he snarky and sassy? Of course. But he had always treated you and your family with kindness and respect. It was insufferable. Sometimes you wished he'd just be rude so you would have a real reason to hate him, aside from the fact that he was your husband but you never seemed to communicate. You had gotten used to the fact that there would never be any sort of friendship, let alone a relationship, between you and Edmund, so you resorted to hating him.

The only time he'd gotten angry with you was when you hadn't returned to the bedroom one evening. Unbeknownst to you, he began searching frantically for you, creating quite a stir in the grand castle, only to find you asleep in the library. He cursed to himself before picking your sleeping form up in his arms and bringing you back to your room.

You woke up that morning in bed, confused at first about your location, but relaxing when you saw Edmund's sleeping form next to you.

As you rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom you heard his voice.

"Don't do that again." You froze, turning around. His dark eyes were on yours and he was very much not asleep.

"Do what?" He sat up, giving you a view of his very shirtless torso. You averted your eyes immediately.

"Not come back." Your confusion brought your eyes to him again. His lanky, but well-built frame, was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What?" He rose from the bed, a hand running through his dark hair. You stare at him while he walks toward you, stopping less than a foot away from you.

"You didn't come back last night. Don't do that again." He brushed your cheek with his hand, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss there too. You could feel your cheeks heating at the proximity. The last time he'd been this close to you was your wedding. He hadn't touched you since then either.

He pulled away quickly, stepping around you.

"Did you bring me back?" You turned your head to face him.

"Yes."

...

That night, there was a ball between the great nations. Narnia was the gracious host to Archenland, the Conglomeration of Nations, Ettinsmoor, and of course, Calormen.

You hadn't seen Edmund since the morning. You had been whisked away by maids to get ready for the celebration. The ball was for you and Edmund, another party after the wedding you guessed.

You were dressed in a gorgeous light blue gown with intricate white floral stitching and lace along the neckline. It was gorgeous. The long sleeves were fitted and the back laced up like a corset. Your hair had been fixed down with small braids throughout as to not disrupt the crown you'd also be adorning for the evening.

Then, you were whisked away to the celebration, the guests awaiting the arrival of the newlyweds. Edmund was waiting in the corridor, dressed in the same light blue as you, his silver crown on top of his head. He looked very handsome, more so than usual, and suddenly your thoughts were filled with images of you and Edmund dancing together, of Edmund touching you, his large hand on your waist, maybe even his lips on yours.

"M'Lady?"

You blinked, eyes meeting his. What had he just called you?

"Y-yes?"

"I said are you ready to go in?" Your cheeks heated once again and you nodded, looking away from him. He chuckled and then he laced his fingers through yours, effectively making your heart stop.

...

As soon as your introductions were over, you slipped away from Edmund's side. The thoughts kept popping up in your brain. Why did you keep thinking these thoughts? Edmund didn't want to marry you, let alone consummate the marriage, so why did your brain keep doing this? You hid yourself well by the banquet table, keeping away from the crowds.

"Queen Y/N?" You turned at the use of your title, looking at the sheer opposite of your husband. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes was staring at you with a dazzling smile. You found yourself preferring Edmund's dark hair, brown eyes, and ever-present smirk.

"Hello..."

"I am Prince Cor of Archenland. It is very nice to meet you, M'Lady."

You had to stop yourself from reacting to the name Edmund had called you only an hour before. You'd much preferred it coming from his mouth than Prince Cor. Oh now you'd done it. This poor Prince was trying to make small talk with you and now you were thinking about your husband's mouth? The blush creeping over your cheeks and shoulders was enough for you to shake yourself out of your thoughts.

"It is nice to meet you too, your Highness."

As you and Cor began to make conversation, Edmund's wondering eyes found you. His hand tightened around the goblet he'd been holding and his gaze narrowed.

"Who is that?" He hadn't even noticed he was interrupting his brother.

"Who is who?" Peter replied.

"The bloke flirting with my wife, that's who." Peter held back a laugh.

"Ed, I hardly think Prince Cor would flirt with Y/N, this is your marriage celebration after all. Besides, she wouldn't flirt with someone else so shamelessly."

Edmund wasn't even listening and was halfway across the ballroom before his brother could finish speaking.

"I really do believe that astronomy is one of the most interesting subjects one can learn about-" The Just King interrupted the blonde prince, swiftly interjecting himself into the conversation.

"Hello, My Love." Your face burned at the new name. Then he turned your face to his and kisses your cheek. You could feel your heart in your ears and you looked down, suddenly interested in the floor. "May I ask what you and Prince Cor are talking about?" The blonde man looked uncomfortable.

"We were speaking-"

"I believe I asked my wife, not you." Cor lowered his head in a nod in return, quickly and quietly exiting the conversation. If looks could kill, Prince Cor would have been dead on the ballroom floor in mere seconds from Edmund's piercing glare.

You began to slip away from your husband before his strong hand wrapped around your arm and gently tugged you back. His front was lightly pressed against your back, his head lowered so he could speak into your ear.

"And where do you think you're going?" His voice sent shivers down your spine. His hand trailed up your arm, resting where your shoulder meets your collar bone, visible from the Sabrina neckline of your dress. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

What? Were you dreaming?

"Because it's working, darling."

Edmund's hand grasps yours again and he begins to lead you out of the room, desperate to get you alone. It isn't until you are outside of the boisterous party that you speak.

"Where are we going?" Edmund stops to look around, before ushering you into a corridor adjacent to the party. "Edmund!"

"Shh!" His hand covers your mouth and he presses his front to yours, making sure you are silent and unseen as guests walk past the hall. He looks at you and almost melts at the beautiful, wide eyes looking up at him. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on the wall by your head. You don't even register that the other is on your waist.

You speak gently, making sure your voice is hushed.

"Edmund, why are you jealous?" Your husband takes a deep breath before glancing down the hallway. "Ed?" Your hand timidly reaches up to bring his face back to yours and his eyes widen at the contact.

"You were talking to another man. At the celebration of our wedding."

You had to stifle your shock.

"Edmund, you are my husband, you have no reason to be jealous of a prince from a neighboring kingdom." His lips quirk up a bit.

"How can I not be when you are showing more interest in anyone else but me? I am your husband and you are my wife. I should be by your side tonight." His words are so surprising and you are glad for the wall behind you, and the man in front of you, for the extra support to stand.

"I thought you would want your space."

"Why in Aslan's name would you think that?" You look at him again, taking him in completely, the way he looks in the blue fabric, his dark hair framing his face with that godforsaken crown making him look better than he had a few hours ago. "Y/N, why do you think I wouldn't want to be near you?" His eyes search yours and you blink away, far too flushed under his heavy gaze.

"You haven't ever wanted to before." The words hit him like bricks.

"What?"

The words begin to spill out before you can stop them.

"You always sleep on your side with your back to me, you are always gone when I wake up, I never see you except when you come to get ready for bed, and on our wedding night you didn't..." You push through the embarrassment. "You didn't even touch me. I know this marriage isn't what we had wanted but I thought that maybe we might have been friends-" Edmund cuts off your monologue with a kiss. Your first kiss since your wedding night.

His hand moves from the wall to your neck and the other pulls you to his body, needing to get closer to you.

Your body reacts immediately, melting into the kiss, hands resting on his waist.

It ends too soon, Edmund pulling away first, putting his hand back on the wall while he catches his breath, but the other remained on your waist.

"You think I don't want to be near you?" He stares at you with an incredulous look on his handsome face. The closeness of his face to yours is enough to make you blush, again. "Darling, I haven't..." He takes a moment to breathe, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I didn't touch you that night because I didn't want to hurt you. I'm so bloody drawn to you that I have to sleep on the opposite side of the bed turned away from you so I don't taint your virtue. I leave in the morning because-"

Your hand covers his mouth as another rowdy group of guests wanders by the corridor. You wait for them to leave before speaking again, keeping your hand plastered onto his face.

"So, you don't hate me?"

He shakes his head.

No.

"You never did?"

No.

You remove your hand from his mouth and the two of you just stare at each other. Unmoving. It feels like minutes pass before he covers your mouth with his again.

His hand returns to your neck, pulling you to him once more.

"I'm sorry I ever made you think I didn't want you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife."

"Edmund..." The kind words hit you straight in the heart.

"And now, it seems I have something I have to make up for." His smirk appears and it sends your insides to mush.

"But Edmund I-"

"Shhhh." He smiles, his head dipping to yours. "Don't want to get caught, now do we?" He kisses you again, this one full of heat and passion, the lack of contact between you only adding fuel to the fire.,

Edmund pulls your body flush against his and groans into your mouth. You falter at the glorious sound but he is there to support you

His kisses travel down your neck to your collarbones.

"Edmund... What are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time, darling." He grins at you again. "Now be quiet." He kisses you again, his sneaky hands running down your sides to your skirt. He breaks the kiss to look down, his hands pulling the fabric up to your waist.

"Fuck." Your eyes went wide. You'd never heard Edmund use that kind of language before. His eyes lock on yours again.

He looks perfect. He's a king. Your king. Your husband.

"Are you ok with this?" You nod yes multiple times, making him smirk yet again, and then you gasp at the contact of his fingers against your womanhood. Your hands grip his shoulders for support, his muscles tensing at the fact that you are touching him. That he is touching you. His fingers find no resistance due to the effects of his words and his ego grows. You bury your face into his shirt when his fingers slip into you. Though foreign, it is an immensely pleasurable feeling and you can't help but want more.

Then he begins to move them. You push further into him to silence your mouth, the feeling far too wonderful to not have a vocal effect.

But then his thumb brushes on something that makes you let out a loud moan. Your face flushes in embarrassment.

"Do you want everyone to know that I'm defiling you in the hallway?"

Oh dear, you're afraid his words combined with whatever he is doing with his fingers are going to kill you.

He repeats the same action but kisses you once more, your moans muffled.

Edmund can tell you are getting close, you've begun to shake, you're gasping into his mouth, and you are practically rutting into his hand. He makes the conscious decision to break the kiss to suck on your neck, covering your mouth with his free hand to silence any escaping sounds. Then, his thumb presses up again and his fingers hook inside of you and you convulse around him.

He is in awe of how gorgeous you are and what he'd just done.

As you catch your breath, your trembling hands find the waistband of his trousers and gently begin unbuttoning them, eager for more. His eyes avert to what you're doing and he curses again. You falter.

"Do-do you want me to stop?" His head shakes back and forth.

"I think I'd die if you did, love."

Edmund begins kissing your neck once again while you free him from the confinement of his tight pants and you gasp. He laughs into your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body.

"Don't get shy on me now, darling. You wanted this, right?" You nod and feel him smile into your skin.

He makes quick work of your undergarments, tossing them to the side, lining himself up with your lower half.

He halts and you look into his eyes, body shaking in need and anticipation for what you had been so scared of on your wedding night.

With your eyes on his, he pushes into you, stopping when you push against him.

"Are you alright?" His voice is next to your ear.

"Just one second." Edmund waits, trying to distract himself from the way your body is clenching around him. Your small voice brings him back to reality. "Edmund."

"Yes?" You notice the rasp in his voice, the strain in his muscles. To ease him, you follow your instincts and roll your hips against his and his hands grip your hips in response, stifling the moan wanting to leave his throat.

"Fuck. Y/N. You can't do that." It's your turn to smirk. You do it again and he presses your body back into the wall. The soft grip on your hips tightens and his eyes meet yours, blown with lust. Then, they narrow at the smirk on your lips. "Oh, so you think that's funny do you?" He begins to slide out of you and your eyes roll backwards. Then he slams back in.

The moan that escapes your lips sets a fire in him and his hand claps back over your mouth.

"How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?" He begins to move his hips again, the feeling ten times more wonderful than just his fingers. "Is this what you wanted?" You can barely comprehend his hushed words. "Is that why you were flirting with him? To make me jealous so I'd finally touch you?" His free hand worms its way back to the apex of your thighs, finding that place that made you squirm in no time. "You're lucky I love you." You don't even register his words as you come undone.

Edmund follows behind, pushing into you one last time before falling into you. His breathing is labored and the two of you don't speak while you catch your breath.

"Edmund!" Your heads snap toward the sound of Peter yelling his name.

"Dammnit!" He quickly makes himself presentable and you follow suit, making sure your hair isn't wild and your skirts are back in place. He takes your hand, smiling at you, before leading you back out of the hallway.

"Edmund!" Peter's back was to you.

"Peter, stop yelling, I'm right here!" The High King turns around, a glare present on his face.

"Your guests are wondering where the two of you have been! You disappeared thirty minutes ago! Get back inside, now."

Edmund doesn't reply to his bother, opting for an eye roll instead. Then he turns to you offering you a bow.

"Shall we get back to the celebration, my queen?" You giggle.

"Let's."

...

Peter may have overreacted just a bit because the only people wondering where the two of you had gone was him.

Edmund pulled you to the ballroom floor, his arms draped around your waist. You settled yours around his shoulders with a smile. The rest of the party seemed to disappear as he bent down to place a soft kiss against your lips.

You rest your head against his shoulder and whisper into his ear.

"I love you too."

AHHHHH! Y'all I'm really proud of this and hope you enjoy it. :)

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padfootagain · 4 months

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You and the King (VI)

Chapter 6 : On a Journey

Hi lovelies! Here is a new chapter for my Caspian series!

I hope you like this new chapter! Let me know what you think!

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Pairing: Caspian x reader

Warnings: one scene is a tiny bit spicy? Not very much though, you know me, I don't write smut. It's a rather light-hearted chapter!

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 too strong for you 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 defeat your new enemies?

Word Count: 2864

Masterlist for the series – Caspian’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Lord Baras, Lord Luis and Lady Dalia were to travel in the same carriage as you and Caspian. The three men were sitting next to each other, while you and Dalia sat on the opposite side. Outside of the carriage, the royal guard was in charge of your safety, both Ammos and Diego guiding the carriage themselves. It didn’t stop Caspian from wearing his sword and dagger.

It was a long trip to Cair Paravel, almost a week of journey, but you didn’t mind. It felt nice to walk out of the fortress, to look by the window at the colourful trees swinging gently in the sun and wind, to let your gaze graze over the fallen skeleton leaves. And even if Caspian and you were not alone, it was enough to be able to catch his gaze with yours whenever you wanted. To see his cheeks redden ever so slightly, the ghost of a smile turn the corners of his lips upwards, his long hair let loose falling over his eyes…

Yes… yes this sight was enough…

The conversation quickly drifted towards politics, and if you tried to follow for a long while, you couldn’t help but be reminded that you were not ready to deal with such complex issues. Instead, you picked up a book Doctor Cornelius gave you to learn about Narnian history and geography, and started studying. You didn’t notice Caspian’s fond smile at the sight of your focused frown, of your lips silently moving along the words you tried to memorize. The rest of the passengers in the carriage did notice though, even if they said nothing about it.

The weather was on your side for your journey eastward. The sun was high and warm despite the coming of winter, the wind gentle in its breezes. You would have enjoyed walking across the forests you passed through, you would have enjoyed listening to the crunching noise of broken leaves, the vivid smell of earth, the laziness of painting orange leaves…

Instead, your head was aching, you guessed it was because of your efforts to memorize the names of these bloody princes and princesses, the sound of conversations you were trying to ignore and the rhythmic creaking of the carriage. You rubbed your temples in an attempt to soothe the pain, but the words were mixed on the page when you tried to focus again. Instead, you lost yourself in your own thoughts, looking by the window.

The light was too vivid as you passed through a valley, along the shores of a steady river. A wooden bridge allowed safe passage a few miles ahead, the area was like a long clearing crossed by a dusty road, with barely any tree, instead a field of lush grass and wildflowers. High hills, or perhaps short mountains, framed the valley, but did little to stop the warm sun. Your headache got worse under such bright lights, and despite the beauty of the scenery, you closed your eyes.

You had been travelling for almost five hours now without any real break, and all in the carriage must have thought that you had fallen asleep, as they started to talk in quieter tones. And you did doze off for a while, until you caught your name being spoken by Lord Baras.

“Lady Y/N seemed tired today, I hope the trip will not be too tiresome to her.”

You were about to open your eyes again to show everyone you were awake, when Caspian answered.

“Yes, these past few weeks have been difficult. But we will be both safer and more comfortable in Cair Paravel, it is worth the tiredness of the journey.”

“I have not talked many times with Lady Y/N, but she seemed… surprising.”

Caspian let out a chuckle.

“She most definitely is full of surprises, indeed.”

You could have opened your eyes and stopped the conversation, but you were too curious for that. Perhaps it was a little childish of you, to fake sleep when you could hear every word spoken. But then again, you wanted to know what the lords and Dalia thought of you. At the very least, the extent of their feelings they were ready to disclose to their king.

“I do hope that she will find the palace to her liking,” Luis said, his tone unreadable.

“Who would not?” replied Dalia.

“How are your studies with lady Y/N going?”

You guessed that the question was aimed at Dalia, although she took a moment before answering.

“Lady Y/N is a slow learner. But she does make a lot of effort.”

You were surprised by the rather positive feedback on your disastrous sessions with her…

That terrible book was still falling from your head after a few steps, after all.

“Many are still very much worried about how competent the lady will be as our Queen, as she was not raised in Narnia.”

“History has proven that our greatest leaders came from her world,” Baras argued, and you were surprised by him choosing your side.

“Of course, of course,” Luis answered with an audible nod.

“She is not alone in this task. She will not be alone to rule,” Caspian added. “She will be more than fine, I am sure of it.”

“Of course, you know her better than any of us,” Baras added. “We should trust your judgement.”

“Indeed, you should.”

“Many are still hesitant, though.”

“Many do not know what lady Y/N is capable of.”

“Echoes from Reepicheep’s lessons show that she will be of no use on a battlefield, that is for certain,” Dalia answered in a wry tone that matched better her feelings towards you, but Caspian laughed, you were surprised by the unexpected sound.

“I did not mean it in a threatening way. Y/N is… kind. And she is more than strong enough to stand her ground, if need be. She will be a just and gentle queen, once she has learned her ways.”

“Rumours are spreading more and more about the circumstances under which the two of you have met,” Luis said. “And some of the rumours are… bothersome, to say the least.”

“Oh, I am certain that some theories are as laughable as they are imaginative.”

Even if Caspian’s tone was still pleasant, his voice had tightened as well.

“Some say that you were kidnapped and forced into her world…”

“Well, I can assure you that I went there guided by my own recklessness and stupidity…”

“Some also say that your attachment to lady Y/N was called by a spell.”

“Magic does not exist in her world. At least, not in the form that we know of. I am perfectly sane of mind, thank you for your concern.”

“Of course, I merely share the rumours I have heard, I do not believe in them.”

“Of course.”

“So… you were not forced into this marriage? Some say that she might have manipulated you. Some say that she used magic to guide your heart.”

“There was no magic involved, outside of love.”

“It is hard to believe that you met her and fell in love out of pure luck, your Majesty.”

“Perhaps I did not. Perhaps Aslan guided my steps. Or perhaps it was fate. Perhaps it was pure luck. Call it what you wish. The truth is that I stumbled on her path, and in a world where I was lost, Y/N saved me. We fell in love. She chose to come here so she could be with me. There is nothing more to tell.”

“You seem perfectly resolute in marrying her.”

“I am absolutely determined to marry the woman I love, indeed.”

Caspian heaved a sigh, you felt him shifting his weight, his boot gently touched yours as he straightened his legs a little.

“We should stop for a few minutes,” he commanded, before opening the small window behind him to shout his ordered to the soldiers. “I am growing numb sitting in this cage.”

“It is safer than riding,” Baras argued, but Caspian huffed, annoyed.

“Which is why I have agreed to travel in this carriage, but I am still allowed to complain about it.”

Baras chuckled.

“I apologize. I know your Majesty prefers the wilderness to closed spaces.”

“Indeed…”

The carriage stopped a few minutes later, and after checking the perimeter, Ammos’s voice rang to notify the passengers that it was safe for them to walk outside for a while.

All climbed out, but Caspian lingered inside for a moment longer. He took off his travelling cloak and covered your still frame. He was arranging the soft fabric to tuck you in properly when your fingers held on his.

He looked up, but your eyes were still closed.

“I love you too,” you whispered, a smile spreading across your features.

He grinned.

“For how long have you been awake?”

“I wasn’t asleep.”

He chuckled.

“That was sneaky.”

“I’m learning politics.”

“And you are becoming good at it.”

He bent to kiss your temple.

“You should rest. We’ll leave again in just a few minutes. Try to sleep, my love.”

He brushed a strand of your hair away from your face, kissed your temple once more, before walking out of the carriage, a smile on his lips that matched yours.

The first evening was spent on the road. You stopped for a few hours but remained in the carriage to sleep. At the second sunset though, you reached an inn that would offer your shelter for the night.

It was already night time when you arrived to the establishment, and there was little you could distinguish of it besides its stature cut against the ghostly shapes of tree trunks and a lantern before the door that shone on a sign where its name was written.

The Fire Horse

Caspian offered you his arm as you walked across the leaves to the door, and you held onto it a little too tightly perhaps, but the shadows of the forest were not reassuring, to say the least… the canopy above your heads cut off most of the light of the stars and moon, you could barely see where you were walking.

The owners of the establishment were a couple of badgers that fussed around a lot, clearly over-excited at the prospect of welcoming the King and mighty Lords in their inn. You found them a little too overzealous, but they seemed nice all the same.

You ate some stew with the Lords and Ladies that travelled with you, the soldiers and lower lords remaining in tents outside. In total, about sixty people were gathered in the room, scattered in little groups around packed tables. There was but one large fire-place, and a broken window let in the cold of the evening. You were grateful that Caspian had not taken his cloak back.

Conversations went smoothly that evening, as most were too preoccupied by being noticed by the king to be mean to you. Besides, the mockeries had diminished after a few meals spent with Baras and his friends, as you stood your ground. Caspian had worked on shutting down many rumours and criticism towards you as well.

You weren’t accepted yet, but the animosity towards you was bearable now.

Both you and Caspian were exhausted though, like most of the party. Outside, besides the guards on sentry, all had already gone to bed when you were guided to your bedroom, right next to Caspian’s. Diego would stand before your door all night, and you thanked him as he bid you a good night.

You were getting ready to go to bed when you heard something tapping on your windowpane. You stopped your movements as you were about to remove the long chemise you wore under your dress. But the sound came again, softened not by distance but by a fear of being heard.

Your mind raced, trying to decide what to do next…

Should you call for Diego? For Caspian? Was it a threat?

You wrapped Caspian’s cloak around you, seized a steel chandelier from the table set in the corner of the room, and decided to draw the curtains before calling for help.

You almost dropped your improvised weapon when you saw… Caspian’s face on the other side of the window.

Now, a little explanation is required to explain why Caspian was at your window, on the third floor of the inn, right above a certain death were he to fall. There was no other door to your room besides the one guarded by Diego, there was thus no way anyone could enter your room undetected. Which was needed to assure your safety. But it was also a problem for Caspian, who wanted desperately to see you.

The cause of this sudden urge of his was probably to be found in the third glass of wine he drank that night at dinner. If he was not drunk he was a little tipsy, with pink colouring his cheeks and his brain taking more foolish decisions than his usually-wise self did. Which was why Caspian decided that it would be a fabulous idea to climb his way from the window of his room to yours. He did not think of the deadly fall that awaited him was he to fall down (lucky for him, your dedicated narrator made sure there was no obstacles to his climb, thus fighting this bloody pigeon that nested in the small nook right above his window). He did not think either of the possibility of being seen by the people sleeping in the dozens of tents that had been set all around the inn (again, lucky for him, I was here to make sure everyone was looking in the opposite direction while Caspian was stupidly risking his life and you were wondering if you were about to be assassinated, you’re welcome).

Thus, when you opened your window, it was to let inside your room a slightly dishevelled and out of breath Caspian, who was grinning all the same.

You hurried to close the window again, draw the curtains to hide him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a whisper, afraid to be heard.

“I wanted to see you,” his grin doubled in size.

“That’s dangerous! Do you know how high this window is?!”

He rolled his eyes.

“I have done more dangerous things in my life…”

“I don’t want to know any details about that statement. Still, what are you doing here? Aren’t we supposed to not be caught alone together?”

“Diego is on sentry before your door, and it’s the only way in…”

“Besides the window, clearly. And Diego might hear us.”

“He will not.”

“He might.”

“Are you not happy to see me?”

“I am. I always am happy to see you.”

“Then, why are you standing so far away, instead of being in my arms?”

You chuckled at that, heaved a defeated sigh.

“What was your plan, then?” you asked, walking over to him, and a second later, you were tugged in his safe embrace.

“Climbing inside by your window, spending the night with you and going back to my bedroom before dawn.”

“What if someone sees you?”

“No one will see me.”

(For someone unaware he has an amazing narrator as a guardian angel, Caspian sure is overconfident tonight…)

You heaved a sigh, but couldn’t help but relax and believe him when he whispered in your ear that everything would be alright.

You looked up when he pulled away enough to look at you.

“By Aslan’s name, I’ve been dying to do this ever since we left the fortress…”

Before you could ask him what he meant, Caspian was pressing his lips to yours, holding your face in his palm while his other arm was drawing you closer. It took you barely a second to react and kiss him as well, messy and urgent and too passionate for your lungs and hearts…

“Are you very tired?” Caspian asked before moving his lips down the length of your jaw, and then pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck, right against your pulse.

“Not enough to ask you to stop, if that’s your question,” you answered with a playful smile on your lips, eyes closing as Caspian nipped at your soft skin.

He chuckled, pulling away completely. You raised a surprised eyebrow when he took off his shirt, leaving himself half-naked before you.

He grinned as he noticed your gaze roaming down the expanse of his chest, hitting the barrier of his belt, and then climbing all the way back up to his dark eyes, your gaze hungry now.

“Good, because I have plans for tonight.”

“Are you sure it’s safe?”

But Caspian’s smile softened.

“I want you. So badly. I’m ready to take the risk.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. Do you want us to stop?”

But you shook your head.

“Absolutely not. I will kick your pretty arse if you don’t take off the rest of your clothes, actually.”

It was hard for Caspian not to laugh too loudly, after all, discretion was still an imperative. But a couple of seconds later, your lips were back on his, and they were most definitely effective in shutting him up…

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wednesday-fanatic · 11 months

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Who I Will Write For and What I Will Write For

Will: Smut, fluff, angst, death, I will do Dom/sub dynamics, choking, masterbation, overestimulation, hard doms, soft doms.

Wont: Piss kink, shit kink, creampie, not too rough of sex (but I will do rough sex), and I will not write for use of toys.

Fandoms:

FREE REIN

Pin Hawthorne

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SHADOW AND BONE

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

Alina Starkov

General Kirigan

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MANIFEST

Ben Stone

Olive Stone

Cal Stone

Zeke Landon

Jared Vasquez

TJ Morrison

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DEADLY CLASS

Marcus Lopez

Saya Kuroki

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HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Matteo Riddle

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MARAUDERS ERA

Young!James Potter

Young!Regulus Black

Young!Peter Pettigrew

Young!Remus Lupin

Young!Sirius Black

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NARNIA

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

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BUNK'D

Griff Jones

Xander McCormick

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HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

Hiccup Haddock

Astrid Hofferson

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ZOMBIES 2

Wyatt Lykensen

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SECRETS OF SULPHUR SPRINGS

Griffin Campbell

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DRAGONS: THE NINE REALMS

Tom Kullerson

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WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Tyler Galpin

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax

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Barry Allen

Caitlin Snow

Alex Danvers

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MARVEL

Loki Laugherson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield)

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OUAT

Peter Pan

Felix

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MIRACULOUS

Chat Noir

Adrien Agreste

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HEARTLAND

Ty Borden

Dylan Westfield

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ENOLA HOLMES

Sherlock Holmes

Tewksbury

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ANNE WITH AN E

Gilbert Blythe

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RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

Jack Frost

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I do requests. I will do X Reader and X OC.

Message me through my profile if you have a request. I do not really check comments, so it's easier for me to get requests through a message then a comment

I will write for characters from Kings Choice which is a game on the Google play store. I dont know why but im in love with some of the characters, like, the way their animated is hot. Here's who I'll write for from the game:

Lance

Beth/Ian

Ryan

Esmerelda

Eva

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I will do smut, fluff, and angst for the Kings Choice game. I take requests for them too

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serpentthecrow · 2 years

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Introduction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Marvel: (MCU) (most characters)

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

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

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

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

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

~Howl's moving castle (Howl Jenkins Pendragon)

- games! For example:

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

God of war (2018,2022) (Kratos)

Alice: madness returns (Alice Liddel)

~ House of the Dragon ( basically all characters)

~Dune (Paul Atreides)

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

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

~also books!

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

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

~songfics(for any fandom mentioned)

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

Conditions:

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

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

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

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

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

NO professor x student relationships ew

I will write for fem, male and gender neutral readers

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

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

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

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

These lists might be edited through time

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

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

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isolemnlyswearpevensie · 4 years

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Take Everything From Me | Caspian x Reader

Warnings: Arguments, Jealousy, Mention of battle, A few cuss words

Time/Era: Prince Caspian

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Caspian is jealous because of Y/N’s newfound love for high king Peter Pevensie

Request: hi!! first of all i love your writing and thank you so much for saving time to write for us💜 also can you please write a Caspian imagine where reader is his best friend since childhood and while they're having a heated fight about his fight with Peter in the second movie (the reader is trying to explain that they're both wrong), he angrily (because of jealousy maybe?) confesses his feelings and they end up kissing?? pretty please?? lots of love✨

A/N: Thank you for such a nice compliment and for acknowledging the time I spend on my fics! Each imagine usually takes me 1-4 hours (depending on the length) and it’s super fun! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting! If anyone would like me to write for them (Edmund, Caspian, Peter and some Harry Potter characters) send a request my way :)

masterlist | read on ao3

Prince Caspian was a stubborn, natural-born leader; he had to be. He was raised with harsh expectations and responsibilities due to his bloodline. Because of this, the young prince never had many friends, especially any outside of his bloodline. Y/N L/N was the only exception. She was the daughter of the highest knight in their army, so she was entrusted within a close proximity of the royal family. She was under the same care as Caspian since they were very young, and the two grew to be inseparable.

When the wife of Miraz, Prince Caspian’s uncle, gave birth to a boy and Caspian was threatened to be assassinated, their beloved professor awoke Y/N first. He was in a tizzy and insisted Y/N grab anything she needed in case she was to never return. Confused, but with haste, Y/N packed up her belongings and followed the plump man out of her chambers. She and Prince Caspian had barely made it out of the castle before arrows were being shot at their backs.

“Hold on tightly,” Caspian directed Y/N’s arms to fall around his waist as they rode out of the castle. He sounded out of breath and panicked when he spoke, something Y/N had never heard from him.

“My Prince, they’re gaining on us,” Y/N responded, her voice shrill and strained. Her hands gripped the stiff leather of his chest piece as the horse twisted every which way. Caspian didn’t respond, but instead took one of his hands and placed it over hers.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever grow fond of them,” Caspian grunted, digging a small knife into a wooden stick. He wasn’t whittling anything, nor sharpening anything, but he needed something to keep his hands busy. He observed how the wood splintered into thin curls and how those curls fell onto the forest floor.

“Who? The Kings and Queens of Old?” Trufflehunter responded. The two were sat a distance away from the rest of the group. They were all talking animatedly around a small fire and sharing stories from the past. King Peter seemed to be very invested in whatever tale Y/N was sharing. Caspian stabbed the wood in hand.

“Yes, the Kings and Queens of Old. I thought he was supposed to be magnificent, I’ve heard so many stories.” Y/N reached out and pushed King Peter playfully. He grasps the girl’s wrists and pulls, making her fall forward. The entire camp laughs as she stumbles into Peter. A growing fire develops in Caspian’s stomach and with one flick of his knife, half of the stick falls to the floor.

The badger watches the wood and looks up at Prince Caspian, “Are you disappointed in them? Or just in King Peter?”

“They are much younger than I expected. Much more boastful than I expected.”

“You are also quite young, your highness.”

“Not within the mind, Trufflehunter.” Caspian glances back at the group. King Peter was acting out something using his sword. He had also taken off his armor, leaving him in a loose-fitting shirt and trousers. Y/N looked enthralled as the boy sliced the air with the sharp blade. Caspian’s jaw clenched and he looked back at Trufflehunter.

“See what I am talking about? He is dueling when there is no one to duel! He’s showing off his skills when it is not necessary to use them. And I have to follow his commands.” Trufflehunter placed a paw on the thumb of Caspians right hand, stopping him from slicing his skin in place of the wood.

“And you will be no better without a hand.”

The invasion of the Telmarines went awful. Caspian insisted Y/N stay behind with Lucy, but of course, High King Peter had spoken up.

“No, she needs to come. She’s a valuable soldier. I know because we’ve sparred. We’d be wasting a valuable resource if she stayed behind.” A smile graced Y/N’s face as she made eye contact with Peter. Caspian let out a shaky breath and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened.

“She’s also close to the majority of the Telmarine Knights. They know her weaknesses. They know all of our weaknesses, this is a bad idea.”

“Which also means I know their’s. Cas, loosen up. I’m going.” Y/N still had a smile on her face.

Peter took hold of her wrist and tugged it gently. “Can you cover my back? I know they’re going to try and overpower me.”

Y/N’s cheeks heated up and she nods shyly. This made Caspian’s blood boil. Not knowing what to do, he makes eye contact with Edmund. The young king rolls his eyes.

When they returned, there was a sorrow surrounding the surviving warriors. There was little speech and the only sound heard was the metal of their armor rubbing against itself as they walked. Y/N had experienced her own father ambush her new friends and kill multiple. She predicted sleepless nights for the following week.

“What happened?” Lucy asked her older brother, a certain softness to her voice. It only made Y/N’s heart break more.

“Ask him,” Peter responded. His voice was sharp, a contrast to the funny, caring guy Y/N had spoken to around the fire. Caspian stopped walking and his head shot up.

“Me? You could have called it off. There was still time.” Caspian responded. How dare King Peter place the blame onto him. He strongly advised against the entire mission, which the High King ignored. This wasn’t Caspian’s fault. He wasn’t the bad guy.

“No there wasn’t, thanks to you.” Peter took a few steps towards Caspian, his face twisting into a scowl. “If you stuck to the plan, those soldiers would be alive right now.”

“And if you had stayed here like I suggested, they definitely would be.” Caspian could feel the hatred for Peter bubbling in his chest. No matter what Caspian did, Peter was always better. Peter was the King and there was nothing Prince Caspian could do about it. He glanced over at Y/N; her arms were crossed against her chest and her eyes were filled with flames.

“You called us, remember?!” The vein in Peter’s forehead was starting to bulge. If Caspian was in any other situation, he would have found that amusing.

“My first mistake.”

“No,” Peter’s voice wobbled and he began to walk away. “Your first mistake was believing that you could lead these people.”

This made something break deep within Prince Caspian’s soul. He had been preparing his entire life to rule and the second he is finally able to do so, some scrawny blonde child rips it away from him.

“HEY!” Peter turns around at Caspian’s outburst, words begging to escape off his tongue. “I am not the one who abandoned Narnia.”

Peter stalked towards the Prince until they were near nose to nose. “You invaded Narnia. You have no more rights here than Miraz does; You, him, your father. Narnia’s better off without the lot of you.”

Caspian ripped his sword out of his hilt and rushed towards Peter.

“That is enough!” Y/N bellowed as if her voice was subdued thunder. “Both of you, get some air. Now.”

“Y/N-” Peter began, placing his own sword in his hilt. She cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“I don’t want to hear it. Go.”

Caspian sat at the edge of the cliff, swinging his feet and watching Y/N speak with Peter. He observes how Y/N’s shoulders shake with laughter and how Peter swings an arm around Y/N fondly. They had been at it for almost an hour, chatting, laughing, and hugging, yet Caspian forced himself to watch. It’s what he deserved; he had driven Y/N away and now she was Peter’s. Peter was the perfect king with the perfect hair and perfect attitude. He had so much to offer. The only thing Caspian had was Y/N, and now High King Peter the Magnificent had that too.

“Hey,” Y/N’s voice sounded from behind him. Caspian must have been staring off into the distance for longer than he thought.

“Shouldn’t you be with Peter?” Caspian replied, not bothering to move his eyes when she sat next to him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that he is your new boyfriend and you should spend time with him. That’s what boyfriends and girlfriends do.”

“What? He’s not- what are you on about, Cas?” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t call me that,” He shugged her hand off so she wasn’t touching him. “And yes he is, don’t lie to me. You were so fast to comfort him, after all.”

Y/N looked at him with a hurt expression. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Caspian looks over at his supposed best friend for the first time. She was already looking at him with a hurt expression. He turned his head away.

“You were so fast to jump to his aid and you haven’t left his side since we met him. For the love of Aslan, Y/N, you practically drool over the guy.” “I didn’t jump to his aid, I was scolding him about what happened. And I’m sorry, he’s my friend and the only person who has actually spoken to me in the past month.” “Scolding him by hugging and laughing? Very effective, I should use that tactic in the next fight I’m in. ”

Y/N sputtered for a second. “Were you spying on me?!”

Caspian let a single breath rush quickly out of his nose. “No, you just happened to ‘scold him’ in the middle of the courtyard.” He stood up. “You know what? I hope you two are very happy together. Just know he’s going to blame you for shit you didn’t do.”

Y/N quickly stood up as well. “Is that what this is about? Aslan, help me. You were both in the wrong.”

“I didn’t do anything. I advised against his plan, Y/N. This so-called Peter the Magnificent led the Narnian people to their deaths.”

“And yet you thought the best course of action was to disobey his plan? You were just as responsible as he was.” Y/N’s voice was picking up in aggression.

“I had to save him, Y/N.” Caspian started to walk away. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Y/N instantly pulled his arm back. “Wouldn’t understand? May I remind you that you’re not the only one with Telemarine family?!” Caspian turned so he was looking directly into Y/N’s eyes.

“I’ve had everything taken away from me, I was not about to have Doctor Cornelius taken from me too.” His eyebrows were furrowed and he pointed at the ground dramatically.

“Everything? Caspian you still have me-”

“That’s the thing, Y/N! No, I don’t! What aren’t you getting? I have loved you since we were six years old and the second I think I have you, some shitty blonde king comes and takes you away from me. Just fucking go, Y/N. Go to your king and be happy.” Caspian shouted so loud he was sure all of Narnia could have heard. What had he done?

“Maybe if you just fucking listened to me, you would realize I love you too, you big dumbass!” Y/N didn’t miss a beat, staring at him with such intensity that he might explode right then and there.

Caspian grabbed either side of Y/N’s face and kissed her. Hard. There was so much emotion wrapped into the simple action and it made both of their heads spin. Anger evaporated with each motion and soon, the two were softly running their hands over each other’s skin. Y/N could feel her angry tears trail down her cheeks but before she could do anything, Caspian brushed them away with his thumb. Her face was cradled delicately in Caspian’s rough hands.

Years worth of unresolved feelings seemed to clear as Caspian worked on her. He kissed firmly, his mouth dominating hers easily, but his hands moved in delicate patterns. First, they were housed on her cheeks, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. Then, they traced her body until they landed on her hips.

“You dork,” Y/N grinned when she pulled away. “I never liked Peter. Aslan, I never liked Peter. It’s always been you.”

Caspian flashed her a toothy smile in return. “I am so in love with you, Y/N. I am so sorry for yelling at you.”

Y/N grinned mischievously and pulled away. “Don’t be, you’re extremely hot when you’re jealous.”

She winked, and Caspian pulled her to him once more. The newfound couple shared a second quick kiss before following the narrow trail for which they came.

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thepremedthatwrites · 3 years

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Stress Relief

request: Could you please write one Ed x reader where she is Caspians lil sister and she sneaks into his room and basically smut ( praise and ddlg ?) Cuz she's pretty stressed due to the war . And Caspian somehow got to know and you know , acts like a very very overprotective brother during breakfast ?

warning: smut below the cut

The bed groaned as I turned onto my side. I could hear the faint noises of dwarves and minotaurs prepping for war. The clinking of metal on metal as weapons were being made and sharpened. The crunch of dirt as wagons were pulled across camp to transport materials. I turned over again, the smell of wet dirt hitting my nose. My mind wandered to the events that would happen tomorrow. We were to raid Miraz’s castle per Peter’s instruction. But what if we couldn’t do it? Both Caspian and I warned him it wasn’t a smart idea. Nobody had ever stormed the castle before. It was near impossible.

It didn’t help that Edmund had sided with his brother. It only gave Peter the upper hand, encouraging the rest of the Narnians to agree with him. If both of their kings wanted to raid the castle, then raid the castle they shall. Who cared about the input of the Telmarine prince and princess? The people who took their land from them. I wondered what Edmund was doing at this time. He was probably with Peter going over the plan. I didn’t care for the plan. Especially the part that required Edmund to sneak into the castle by himself. I tried to close my eyes in an attempt to sleep but all I got was an image of Edmund injured flashing through my mind.

I shot up, running a hand through my hair. I couldn’t sleep like this. I needed to see Edmund. To know that he was okay. I swung my legs out of bed, my feet hitting the cool floor. I walked out of my room and past Susan and Lucy’s rooms. I turned the corner, passing Caspian’s room before standing in front of Edmund’s door. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if he would even be in there. It was late enough that Peter probably sent him to bed by now.

I lightly knocked on the door, holding my breath as I strained to hear anything from the other side. “Yes?” I heard a voice say. It was strong and assertive, as if the person speaking had been wide awake for hours. I opened the door a crack as I peeked my head into the room.

“It’s me,” I replied. Edmund still had a candle lit next to his bed, a few papers in his lap and he had stripped off his shirt, most likely due to the heat and humidity of the night. A smile formed on his face as he looked up from his lap.

“Everything alright, princess?” he asked as I entered his room, gently closing the door behind me.

“Just stressed,” I said as I made my way to the bed. I climbed in and turned my head to look at the papers while resting my head on his shoulder. The papers held maps of the castle that Caspian had drawn for reference. He put his arm around me as I inhaled deeply. I could smell the faint scent of smoke coming off of Edmund, most likely from sitting in front of a campfire with Peter. Underneath the smoke was a hint of lemon and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. Bergamot perhaps?

“What are you stressed about?”

“Take a guess,” I said, shooting him a look.

“You have nothing to stress about. Peter and I fought battles for fifteen years. We’re professionals. We know what we’re doing.”

“I know,” I started, moving my hand to his thigh and drawing circles into the fabric of his pants with my pointer finger. “It’s just...what if you get hurt?”

“You have nothing to worry about. I’ll be fine. I promise.” He turned to look at me, his eyes meeting mine as he spoke the last two words. I wanted to believe him. To shake off the tension that had found a place in my shoulders. But I couldn’t. Edmund leaned in closer to me, his warm breath brushing the exposed skin of my neck. He gently pressed his lips against the skin causing a shiver to go down my spine as I let out a soft sigh. “I’ll find my way back to you.” He kissed up my neck and to my jaw, pausing as he got to my lips. “I always do.” His lips curled into a smile as he spoke those words just before leaning in, closing the small gap between us.

I kissed him back hungrily, my hands finding their way to his hair. Our lips parted as we pressed our tongues together. Our breathing quickened as small moans escaped us, teeth clashing as we desperately kissed, as if it was the last time we would be together. I heard the rustling of paper and assumed Ed had pushed them to the floor as he started to climb on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he broke the kiss. I tried to gain control of my breathing as he left a trail of kisses down my neck, stopping right at the top of my nightgown.

He pulled away and without a second thought ripped my nightgown off of me, pulling the fabric down to reveal my breasts and stomach to him. His eyes wandered my body hungrily, his hands exploring every inch of me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous babygirl.” A small moan left my mouth as my hips bucked upward, grinding against his crotch. “And impatient,” he added, a small smirk growing on his face as his lips connected with my collar bone. He started to suck on the delicate skin and another moan escaped me. I let out a yelp as he bit down on the skin causing me to jump at the spark of pain that went through me.

His lips left the abused area, traveling lower towards my breast. His warm breath tickled the soft skin before he gently kissed around my nipple. He parted his lips to allow his tongue to run across my nipple. My back arched in pleasure as my fingers entangled themselves into his brown locks. He continued a simple pattern of up and down along the sensitive area as a small string of moans left my mouth. “Please,” I whimpered as I felt the wetness between my legs growing, the throbbing becoming almost unbearable.

“Please what, babygirl?”

“Please, daddy.” I gasped as he lightly bit down on my nipple. “I need you in me.”

“I don’t know if you deserve it tonight. You were very naughty today when you disagreed with me in front of everyone.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.” He had pulled away from me, now sitting upright. I put my hands out to trace over his abs with my fingers. “I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

“You’ll listen to daddy from now on?” I nodded as he leaned back down, his lips pressing against the skin behind my ear. “Use your words, babygirl,” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he whispered before slightly pulling away to pull the torn fabric that had once been my nightgown from my body. His eyes studied my now fully naked form and I could see his boner that was sticking out from his pants grow slightly. He seemed to notice my gaze and started to take off his pants. I licked my lips as he revealed himself to me. My hips bucked and I let out a small whimper as I felt him rub small circles on my clit. “You’re already so wet for me,” he said in almost a moan.

He removed his finger, using his hand to line himself up with me before pushing in. I moaned loudly as my hands gripped the sheets, his cock stretching me out slightly. He stayed in place as I adjusted, my pussy fluttering around him. He started to move slowly, only pulling out halfway before going back in. He leaned forward, catching himself on his forearms. “You’re so tight,” he moaned into my ear, his thrusts starting to pick up in speed and strength. My moans were now leaving me freely as the headboard banged against the wall. “You like it when daddy fucks you like this, babygirl?”

“Yes, daddy,” I moaned. I fingers clawed at his back as I scrambled to stay grounded. The pleasure had started to build to an almost unbearable amount. I could feel my stomach growing tighter as my moans became louder. I could hear Edmund moaning lightly into my ear as I kissed his neck in an attempt to keep from screaming. I felt my back arch as my heart rate increased to the point where I thought it would jump out.

“You’re doing so good,” Edmund said in between pants. “I want you to cum for daddy. Can you be a good girl and cum for me, babygirl?”

“Yes, daddy,” I moaned, my voice jumping an octave on the last words as I felt myself become completely undone. My surroundings had become hazy as all I could focus on was my orgasm. My brain was flooded with pleasure as my entire body shook underneath Ed.

“Good girl,” he moaned as his thrusts became sloppier and more frequent. I barely registered what he was saying as I was only starting to come down from my high. I could feel my lips curl into a small smile as my head fell onto the pillow, sweat dripping down my face. “Fuck,” Ed gasped before I could feel warm spurts of cum fill me. He continued to give an occasional thrust before stopping altogether.

We stayed in place for a moment, Edmund catching his breath as his face had a slight sheen to it due to the sweat that had accumulated. He buried his face into my neck before giving me soft kisses along the exposed skin. “You were so good,” he whispered before rolling off of me.

“Thank you, daddy,” I whispered back, resting my head on his chest. I looked up at him to see he was already looking at me.

“No, thank you,” he replied, a small smile on his face.

I woke up to the sheets around my waist and Edmund’s arm that had been wrapped around my waist moving. “Thank Aslan you woke up. My arm was starting to fall asleep,” Edmund said as I slowly got up. As I moved, I winced at the soreness that had formed between my legs.

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“It’s time for breakfast,” he responded, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Like a baby.”

“Good.” We both got up and I walked to my nightgown, or most exactly what was left of it. “Here, wear this,” Edmund said, tossing me one of his shirts. I pulled it over me, the fabric obscuring my vision briefly. When I could see again, I saw Edmund holding a pair of his pants for me to wear.

“Are you serious? Those things aren’t going to stay up.”

“Then wear a belt,” he said, digging around before tossing one my way. I rolled my eyes before finishing getting dressed. I walked to the mirror to fix my hair and watched as Edmund moved so that he was behind me. “You might want to hide that, princess,” he muttered into my ear.

“Hide what?” I asked, my brain clouded as his warm breath brushed my skin, his hands wrapping around my waist.

“That.” He moved his hand to point at the dark mark that sat just under my collarbone. I felt my face warm and I buttoned the top button of Edmund’s shirt to hide it.

“Thank you.”

“For warning you or giving it to you?”

“Both,” I replied, a small smile forming on my lips. He kissed my neck before backing from me to open the door.

“After you,” he said, a large grin on his face.

“Could you pass me the jam, Caspian?” Edmund asked. We were all sitting around the dining table eating breakfast. Thankfully, the others didn’t say much about me wearing Edmund’s clothes. We only gained a curious look from Peter and a side glance from Caspian.

“You can grab it yourself,” Caspian responded before tearing off a piece of his own bread.

“Actually, I can’t.” Ed was right. He was on the other side of the table. Ed and I had gotten to the table the same time as Caspian and by then there were only three seats available. Two next to each other near the jam and one on the other side, far away from the jam. Caspian had gotten to the other seat near the jam before Ed could.

“Here, I can give it to you,” I said, reaching for the jam.

“No, (y/n),” Caspian said, stopping my arm. “You have helped Edmund enough already.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I questioned, Edmund looking as confused as I felt.

“Don’t play dumb. I know what you two did last night.”

“How did…” I started, trailing off as embarrassment set in.

“The walls aren’t thick here like they are back in the castle, (y/n).” I felt my face warm and could see Edmund’s face turn the same shade as a rose. Susan and Peter both stifled their laughter as Edmund opened his mouth before closing it again. He paused to think before speaking.

“So, is that a no on the jam then?” he finally said as Caspian stared daggers at him.

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carnationworld-writings · 3 years

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You're f**kin' perfect to me (Caspian x fem!reader)

To read my other works, check my MASTERLIST !

Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 1501

Requested: Yes, by wonderful anonym!

Warnings: mention about missing, crying, screaming, food, medieval decency and smut (nothing pictural, but please, if you are underage, please do not read it!)

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

Summary: The one in which Caspian’s lover came back to him after being missing.

She lived in the castle for as long as she could remember. Her father was one of the advisors of the late king, and she grew up with children of the noblest families of Telmar and the prince himself. When she grew up, she started to notice unpleasant looks from other girls or their mothers. For them, she didn't have a perfect body, always with a few pounds extra, but it didn't matter to her. And it didn't matter to young prince Caspian, who always chose her as his play companion. They quickly became best friends, and with some time, Caspian's heart wholly belonged to her. She was for him when his parents died, then when his uncle tried to take the throne, and when he started ruling Narnia. However, he didn't tell her about his feelings for her. The poor boy was too shy to make it happen, and she was too blind to see all the small gestures and words. Even if her weight was never a problem for her, she couldn't believe that somebody like Caspian could fall for somebody like her. He deserves someone beautiful like Queen Susan or some foreign princess. And all of his action towards her was because Caspian was one of the kindest people in the entire world. And it didn't matter that her heart was entirely Caspian's, and it was breaking a little more every time some other girl flirted with him.

Until one day... It was supposed to be a typical horse ride with one of Caspian's guests. He trusted her enough to let her try to convince them to cooperate with Narnia. She knew the forest near the castle like the back of her hand, but the young princess didn't. And she didn't listen to her about staying in the path. Not caring about the shouts of their guards and Caspian's delegates, the young girl hurried up the horse, running away. But only Y/N was thinking fast enough to run after her, and when she caught her, making her stop, she couldn't exactly say where they were. With worry in her heart, she reprimanded the princess, not minding her status and that she could lose her head because of this. To her surprise, the girl started crying and apologising, and it was a moment when she saw in her just that - the young girl with a lot of responsibility for her shoulders. Somehow they find a way to the castle, using all the knowledge that Caspian showed her. They talked like best friends, and Y/N took care of the princess as she would of her own sister. When they arrived, they were cold, wet from the dew and a little dirty, but both had smiles on their faces. Until the moment when they saw the whole expedition ready to go to search for them. They exchanged looks, making their horses go a little faster. When Caspian looked up at them, the relief came into his face, and deep breath left his lungs. He quickly looked at the princess, who had already gotten help and ran to his friend. He saw her watching their guest with worry in her eyes.

"The princess needs a warm bath and a good meal."

"She will get everything she needs, love." Caspian stood next to her, watching her for any injury. He helped her come off the horse, putting his hand on her waist. When she stood next to him, he took her into his strong arms, hugging her closely, making her immediately melt into him. "Oh, Aslan, I was so worried about you!" He moved to look at her, moving his hands on her cheeks and later on her arms. "You are so cold. Here…" Caspian took off his coat and wrapped it around her. "Let's go inside. You must warm up and eat something." He wrapped his arm around her, subconsciously leading her to his chambers.

"Caspian, I'm alright… You don't have to."

"I need to know that you are really alright, love. I need to have you close now." He looked at her with eyes full of different emotions when he let her come into his chamber. "You were gone for hours. You could fall from a horse and break a bone or hit your head. You could run into a bear or something like that, and right now, I need to know that you are here, safe and sound. When they told me that you rode after the princess and they couldn't find you… I thought that my heart would stop. I… I could lose you." Caspian started pacing in his room, trying to calm his emotions. She watched him closely, wrapping his coat tighter around her.

"But I am here. We both are, and we only made it because you taught me so well." He looked at her, and his heart skipped a bit when he saw her shy smile. Her damp hair lay around her face. She saw that she was a little tired, and the stress and shock will not leave her for some time. And in his eyes, she looked perfect at this moment. He came closer to her and took her hands in his, raising them to put a small kiss on each of them, and she could swear that her heart nearly jumped from her chest.

"Dove… you are so important to me, and if anything happened to you, I wouldn't forgive myself. You are the one who always was by my side, no matter what, and I fell in love with you." She looked at him with shock, and it took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. He loved her. All the feelings she had for him weren't one-sided. She saw in his eyes that he was extremely nervous, and she couldn't help but smile. Slowly moving her hands to his cheeks, she caressed them and connected their lips in a soft kiss. She could tell that it wasn't something that he expected. However, he quickly shook off the shock and pulled her closer to him. She felt his hands wandering on her back and sides, and she didn't even realise when her hands tried to come under his shirt when their kiss got heated. She stepped away a little, looking into his eyes and breathing heavier.

"Caspian… I love you. I have been doing this since we were kids… But I'm not sure if we should cross this line." She felt the arousal bloom inside her, and one look into his eyes could tell her that he felt the same way.

"Why not? You love me, and I love you. You're the love of my life. And I am not giving you up… You are the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with. And I promise you that one day you will become my wife only if you want to. It's not a proposal yet. You deserve a better one, but I want you to know that I think about you very seriously."

"But for now, I would be only your mistress… What will people say? I am nobody, and my body isn't perfect."

"Stop that, dove!" Caspian took her face into his hands, making her look at him. "You are perfect the way you are. And you are not a nobody. You are the most important person in the world to me. And I don't care what they will be thinking. I only care about what you think about this. If you want to wait, I'll gladly wait, and if you are ready for this, I will show you how beautiful you are to me. The decision is all yours, and I won't make you choose something against you. I won't be mad at any choice you'll make." She touched his hand, looking down, wondering about what decision to take. The warmth of his body and the scent around him were nearly addictive, and when she looked into his eyes, she knew.

"Mistress, whore, whatever they'll call me, it doesn't matter unless I'll be with you."

She smiled at him and once again kissed his lips, and this time he didn't hesitate any second. They undressed slowly, memorising their bodies. Caspian's hands and lips were moved against her body, worshipping her. It was like he could feel what part of her body she was anxious about, and then he stopped there for a few moments longer. She held him close when the soft moans left her lips. When he was moving inside her, he couldn't stop looking into her eyes. With this act, they both fulfilled their hearts with love and peace. They were here, safe in the cosiness and warmth of the king's chambers. Their status, a few more pounds, a little more skin didn't matter. They both were perfect in the eyes of each other, and with the love of the other person, they were flawless in their own eyes.

Author’s note: Technically it wasn’t requested for followers celebration, but who cares?! Technically it should be a fic about the chubby!reader. I’m not sure if it worked completely. Usually, I didn’t put a description of the physics of the character, except mentioning it as a female or rather afab, because its easier for me to write. But I want you all to remember, that all of you are perfect and beautiful. No matter your skin colour, your hair, weight and figure. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!

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 motivate me to work.

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

Klaudia 💜

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Once Upon A Dream

Part 1/2

Prince Caspian x reader, eventual The Darkling (Aleksander) x reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: death, sadness, insinuations to smut

Author’s Note: me last night: Maya at age 5 and Maya at age 17 came together to do this for you all (and myself lol). I really hope you all enjoy this because I really really did. I wanted to do it all in one part but then I was writing and I couldn’t stop lol. (also this is not proofread lol). Inspired by this edit by @/daniellasedits on tiktok)

(@chameleon-junkie helped with the logistics! Don’t come at us, we are not Narnia experts lol.)

Summary: You, a Grisha, stumble into the wardrobe where you find yourself in Narnia. You meet Prince Caspian there whom you fall in love with. (Eventual Darkling x reader next part!)

Genre: fluff, angst at the end

Song: Once Upon A Dream by Mary Costa

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

Figured I’d tag these people cause they showed interest in this! I hope y’all don’t mind I’m just excited lol: @russian-soft-bitch, @elisaa-shelby, @bitchy-witchy-post-mortem and @draco-loves-ferrets ‘s hufflepuff friend who’s @ I do not know lol

(not my gif)

You carefully walked on the cobblestone ground. You didn’t want to make too much of a sound so you kept your steps light. As long as you could get back to your room before the Darkling arrived in the castle it would be alright.

You had never even seen the man but he struck a fear in you. That wasn’t unlike anybody else in the castle. He was a very scary man. Even his name could scare a room of people, though he was usually nowhere near. As a Grisha you had to learn about him but of course you didn’t have to actually see him.

This was your first time staying at the castle. You came up for some extra schooling. You showed some promising powers and many people considered you one of the strongest in your craft. You were likely to have to perform your powers in front of the king himself and perhaps even the Darkling.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine.

You were trying to keep your mind off of it and explore the vast castle in the meantime. Some of the rooms you found looked as though they hadn’t been touched in decades. You had made it to a floor that relatively no one else was on.

You opened another door slowly.

You stepped inside and closed it behind you, your eyes gazing around. Unlike the other rooms you had found, there was only one piece of furniture in there. It lacked the elegance of the rest of the rooms, along with the fancy things inside. Furrowing your brows, you walked up to the wardrobe in the back middle of the room. You brushed your hand on the fine craftsman and then flung it open.

“Damn. Just clothes,” you muttered to yourself. Fur coats and other keftas. You let out a sigh and grabbed the side of the wardrobe doors. You had every intention of leaving it closed until you felt a cold wind on your cheek. You looked around the room. Completely void of windows. You looked further into the wardrobe and moved the coats aside, looking for a back to it. You were surprised to find a lack of back to it. You stepped inside, moving further inside. You felt around for a back.

You didn’t find another piece of wood. Instead you felt the cool brush of wind against your hand. You moved aside the keftas and stepped into a wood, filled with trees. Snow was lightly falling onto your hand but it hadn’t begun to stick yet.

Your mouth hung open in surprise. You turned back to the wardrobe but found the coats were surrounded by even more trees, rendering it nearly invisible with the elements.

You shook your head gently as you looked around.

“Oh well, who are you?” You turned your head quickly, looking around for another human.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

“Down here.” You looked down below you, coming face to face with a beaver. They were standing on two feet, looking up at you. Your eyes went wide in surprise.

“You can speak?”

“Of course I can speak. What on Earth are you wearing dear?” You looked down at your blue kefta and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Where am I?” The beaver smiled a bit, which amazed you but you had other problems.

“Narnia darling.” “Where?” The beaver raised their head and nodded a tad.

“You’re not from around here are you?”

“No, I...I was in the castle and then I went through this wardrobe and then…” You turned to point at the wardrobe but lost it in the trees. You searched but found nothing.

“Well I don’t know what castle you were talking about. The witch’s castle is far away from here and the kings is pretty far as well,” the beaver told you. “I’m Mrs. Beaver. Perhaps you want to come back to my home and I can help you out.”

“Mrs. Beaver? Oh, uh sure.” She started to walk away and you followed her, eyes trailing back to where you had come from. It was still lost in the forest, invisible.

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You sat at a very small table, looking at the food the Beavers had given you. You nibbled on a couple of things.

“What is that silly jacket you were wearing?” Mr. Beaver asked. You looked down at your kefta.

“It’s my kefta. It means I’m a summoner,” you said.

“A summoner? What does that mean?” Mrs. Beaver questioned. You looked down sheepishly.

“You don’t have Grisha here?”

“Grosha?”

“Grisha,” you corrected. They gave you skeptical looks. You shook your head gently and picked up the small cup, drinking it carefully. “You have a lovely home and I thank you for your hospitality but I should probably be getting on my way.” You stood up and bent down, making sure you didn’t hit your head.

“Be careful out in the woods deary. Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” Mrs. Beaver asked. You shook your head kindly.

“Thank you but I have to get on my way. Thank you again.” They both nodded. Mrs. Beaver handed you another biscuit which you took graciously.

You left their little home and began your walk back the way you came. Wherever you were, you had to get back. Who knows what would happen if you were gone too long. Oh, you hoped you weren’t missing anything important.

You walked for a while. Your feet began to ache and you felt your kefta become uncomfortable. The sun was going to go down soon.

God, which way was it you came? Were you even going the right way? You scratched your head.

Suddenly you heard the sound of horses. You turned quickly, hiding behind a tree. You peeked behind it to see a man about your age riding a horse. He came to a slow steady stop, looking around the forest.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place? Seems very far away,” he called back.

“I’m sure my King!” King? You started to lean further out and then tripped on the stick below you. You cursed under your breath as you stumbled out from behind the tree. You looked up, raising your hands up to prepare to use your powers. The man saw you and quickly drew his sword, prompting his horse over. He pointed the sword at you.

“Who are you? What are you wearing?”

“Why does everyone care about my coat?” you muttered. “I’m Y/N. I’m a Grisha.”

“A what?”

“I don’t think I’m meant to be here. I came through a wardrobe, this isn’t my world. I’m just trying to get back to where I came from,” you told him. The man looked down at you. He recalled his friends, the former Kings and Queens. They had come through a wardrobe once. His men quickly caught up to him, stopping their horses behind him.

“Who is this?” one of the knights questioned.

“A friend,” he told them. “Stand up.” You stood up straight and brushed off your clothing. “You’ll ride with me,” he said. You nodded a bit as he extended his hand. You took it and he helped hoist you up behind him.

“What’s your name?” you questioned, sitting behind him. Your hands rested gently on his sides, a habit from having rode horses with other Grisha for years.

“Caspian.”

“Where are we going Caspian?”

“My castle.”

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It was even better than the castle back in Ravka. Perhaps you just felt more welcome here than you had back in Ravka but either way, once you got off that horse you felt like you had entered into a dream. Caspian kept you close to him as he walked up the front doors. People parted ways when they were in his way. He called people’s names, smiled at them, asking them questions.

You were silent through it all, though you could hear the whispering.

Who was this woman with the King?

People didn’t recognize you, your clothing, your stance. Finally Caspian took you into one of his private rooms where it was only the two of you.

He sat down at the window sill and turned to you, a serene look on his face. You fidgeted nervously.

“Tell me about this land you came from.”

“You don’t think I’m insane?” He smiled a bit, shaking his head gently.

“No. Why don’t you have a seat?” He gestured to his desk chair. You walked over awkwardly and sat down in front of him.

“Animals don’t talk where I’m from. And there are Summoners and Materialki and...other things.”

“We don’t have any of that here.”

“Clearly,” you said, laughing a bit. “What about Narnia? What is it like here?” He shrugged.

“It’s a wonderful place. In harmony currently. Which is why I’m curious as to why you’ve arrived here.”

“Do people not often...come here?” He shook his head a bit and glanced out the window, recalling memories.

“People that arrive from other lands only come if they’re vastly important. The only travelers have been the former Kings and Queens.” You raised your eyebrows and looked around nervously.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know yet Y/N. But in the meantime I believe it would be smart for you to stay here with me until I figure it out.” You nodded.

“So I don’t believe I’ll be going back anytime soon.” He nodded.

“No, you won’t. As far as I know, you’re a danger to my land's safety, you summoner or whatever you call it.” He stood up and smiled down at you. His hair fell in front of his face gently. He had a kind face. You didn’t feel like he was a threat to you, even though he was everything but a stranger. “I’ll send someone to get you new clothes. I’m going to go and search the books to see if anything foretold you arriving.” You nodded.

“And I should just stay here?”

“I’ll have someone set you up with your own room soon. Meanwhile, stay here in mine.” You looked around at his room. There were paintings of the sea on his walls, an elegant curtain over his bed.

“Alright. Thank you.”

“Of course.” ====

Some lovely ladies brought you some clothing and took away your kefta, despite your wishes. You sat in Caspians room for a while, looking out the window and snooping around peacefully. The view was gorgeous. There was something about the people here that made you feel safe.

Caspian opened the door up carefully later that night. You had fallen asleep on top of the covers of his bed. Upon seeing you he grew quiet, placing the papers he had found onto his desk. He sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off his shoes. His movement woke you up. You sat up gently, rubbing your eyes.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he asked. You shrugged.

“It’s alright. I didn’t mean to drift off.” You sat up as he stood, grabbing the papers off the desk and returning to the edge of the bed. “Did you find anything?” He handed you the papers. On the parchments were some words you didn’t understand and drawings of a person who looked an awful lot like you.

“Nothing specific. Just that you were meant to come.” You looked up and met his eyes.

“But what am I here for? You’re already King, you don’t need me stomping in to rule some place I hadn’t heard of before today.” He smiled a bit.

“You’re right. We aren’t at war either, which was my next thought.” He paused. “What can you do as a Grisha?” You took a deep breath and held your hand before you. After a moment of concentrating you produced a ball of fire in your hands. Caspian’s eyes went wide. “That’s amazing.” You closed your hand into a fist and lowered it.

“I can do bigger things too. I’m not too special but I’m pretty good,” you admitted. He nodded.

“We’ll find out why you’re here.” He stood. “I have your room. It’s close, in case you need anything.” You nodded and slid off the bed.

“Thank you again, for everything. You’ve been incredibly kind.” Caspian nodded, putting his hand on the small of your back. You ignored the shiver down your spine at his touch.

“The last people who came through a wardrobe here were incredibly good friends. I hope we can be the same.”

“I’d say we’re on the right track.”

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Weeks he spent with his head stuck in books. You always stayed with him, helping him sift through the information as best you could. He had to teach you history and you learned it easily.

“Perhaps you should get some sleep,” you told him. He was sitting at the edge of your bed, buried in books.

“Just one more,” he muttered, not looking at you. You scoffed and crawled over to him, taking the book from his hand. Out of instinct you raised your hand to his cheek. Once you had done it, it couldn’t be undone so you had to go with it. You ran your hand over his cheek and ran your hand through his hair carefully.

That got his attention. He studied your face, tracing your lips with his eyes. He felt a sudden pang of love for you. At first he thought it came out of nowhere but understood that it was a feeling he had been suppressing.

“You look exhausted. Please, the books and I will be here tomorrow.” You dropped your hand. It broke him from his trance.

“You’re right. I’ll come back as soon as I can.” You nodded and put the books on your bed onto your nightstand.

“Goodnight Caspian. Sleep tight.” He lingered at the door, holding it open, looking at you.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

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You spent your time at Caspians castle for months. In that time you learned more about Narnia. He visited as often as he could but he was always busy. You didn’t mind. You made some other friends and you loved walking the grounds. People treated you as though you were royalty because you were Caspians personal visitor.

It was a nice life. You missed your friends back in Ravka but not enough to run away.

And you had fallen for him. You were pretty sure it had started the second you saw him in the woods that fateful day. Though he was king and would likely never feel the same way. You didn’t mind, as long as you got to see him.

You were walking in the gardens one afternoon. It was a sunny day, the rays glistening off the flower petals. You turned a corner, coming face to face with Caspian. He was smiling, holding a red flower in his hands. He offered it to you.

“You scared me,” you said, giggling nervously. You took the flower happily. “But thank you.”

“I’m sorry, I thought you saw me coming.” He gestured to the flower. “Red, like your fire.” You smiled sheepishly and smelled it.

“It smells beautiful.”

“Like you.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the warmth in your stomach.

“You’re too kind to me Caspian.” You kept on walking. He followed you close beside as you stepped on the cobblestones together.

“My friend Lucy made these gardens when she was Queen in the golden age of Narnia. I’d say she did a wonderful job.”

“I agree.”

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to the flower. You handed it to him and he placed it in your hair. You smiled sheepishly. You walked together peacefully for a few moments. You turned to him as you walked, watching his perfect peaceful features. He turned to you as well and you smiled at each other.

“I have something to tell you,” he said quietly. Your smile faltered a bit and you looked away from him.

“That doesn’t sound great.”

“We’ll see.”

“That’s not exactly promising Caspian.” He laughed a bit. He stopped walking and you turned completely to him, not able to look him in the eye.

“I think I know why you are here,” he whispered. You looked into his eyes, startled.

“You do? Well spit it out then.” He took a deep breath and raised his hand to your cheek. For a moment you were so stunned you couldn’t move. Your breathing hitched as he leaned forward slowly, letting you lean the rest of the way. You did. You kissed him carefully, your lips melting together perfectly. Your stomach erupted in butterflies, you almost weren’t able to keep yourself down. You grabbed his chin and felt your hand heating up so you had to pull away before you burnt him.

“You are meant to be Queen,” he whispered. Your eyes, which had been on his lips, quickly flicked up to his eyes.

“Is that a proposal King Caspian?” you asked, laughing in awe.

“It is if you want it to be.” You took a deep breath and took his hand off your cheek, holding it between the two of you. You watched as your fingers intertwined with his perfectly.

“Then yes. I would love to be your Queen.” Caspian had to stop himself from jumping up and down in excitement. Instead he just kissed you again.

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The wedding was the most celebrated event that Narnia had had in quite some time. You and Caspian fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, everyone could see it. Once they realized you were there to be his, it seemed to make perfect sense.

You sat in his room the night of your wedding, looking out the window together. You leaned your back against his chest, his arms around you to hold you in place.

The festivities were still going on even though the two of you had left. Fireworks, dancing, drinks, food. You had planned enough for everyone. Caspians lips were on your head as he watched below.

“I found the page today,” he whispered.

“Huh?” He grabbed a page from his desk without moving you, placing it on your lap, on top of your white wedding dress. You picked it up. He read over your head.

“‘A stranger will come, dressed in blue. They will be the end to a single reign, they will be the glue.’ It even rhymes.” You laughed a bit. “Where was it?”

“A book that had fallen between some stacks. If only I had found it sooner.”

“It wasn’t for lack of trying my dear.” You grabbed his hand and kissed it gently, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. He started to kiss your neck, moving your hair aside. You giggled quietly. “Done watching?”

“Very done watching,” he whispered. You shivered and turned your head to kiss him.

“The honeymoon carriage doesn’t leave until tomorrow,” you whispered against his lips.

“You believe I think that matters?” he asked, chuckling. You scoffed but wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to carry you over to his bed.

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“Don’t forget your sword!” you called.

“I’m just going on deck darling, no one will try and kill me up there,” Caspian called back. You scoffed and laid back down in the bed. The sea rocked underneath you but you had gotten used to it. Years of reign had not worn you down too much. The constant voyages though, were another story. You would never let Caspian leave alone but still, sometimes it caused you hardship.

You glanced at your shared room and then got up, deciding it was about time you got dressed for the day. You slipped on a blue jacket. Very different from your kefta but when you looked at yourself in the mirror it reminded you of it. You stared at your aged face. It had been many years since you arrived in Narnia. It was your home now. You could barely remember the vividness of Ravka and the people there.

Admittedly it took you a while to get dressed. But you didn’t think it took you that long. When you came on deck your husband was completely soaked and there were three teenagers beside him.

You raised an eyebrow and rushed up to Caspian, grabbing his shoulder.

“What on Earth did I miss?” you asked, checking to make sure he was alright.

“I decided to take a swim, that’s all.” He laughed and in that laugh you saw a reminiscence of his young self. You turned to the children.

“Who are these people? Where did they come from?” The little girl smiled brightly.

“I’m Lucy. This is Edmund and Eustance.”

“Lucy and Edmund? As in...the Lucy and Edmund?” you asked. She nodded brightly. You turned to Caspian.

“I’m just as surprised as you are,” he admitted.

“Who are you?” Edmund questioned.

“This is my wife. She’s from a different world than yours and Narnia,” Caspian explained.

“Interesting!” Lucy exclaimed. She smiled brightly at you.

“I love your garden,” you found yourself saying. She laughed bubbly.

“Thank you!”

You shared a look with Caspian who simply shrugged.

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You sat in your home, tracing Caspians fingers with yours. He was in bed, ill and old. Years of adventuring had left him tired. He raised his hand to your wrinkled cheek.

“Thank you for coming to me,” he whispered. You shook your head and held his cheek to yours.

“I was always going to find you. I will always find you.” He nodded happily and gestured to the box beside his bed.

“Your old jacket is in there. I hid it. I didn’t want you to go away,” he said weakly.

“My kefta?”

“Yes.”

“I have no use for it anymore. I’m from Narnia. I ruled Narnia. Alongside you. Which is why you can’t leave me.” He smiled and ran his hand over your cheek again.

“Like you said, you will always find me. Think of this as only a small break before we see each other again.”

“I wouldn’t even let you leave me to sail! What makes you think I’m okay with this?” you asked quietly. He grabbed your hand and held it on his chest.

“Stop being stubborn. You have fulfilled your prophecy darling.” You shook your head.

“Come on Caspian.”

He was smiling at you when he took his last breath.

In your grief you had to be ripped away from him. You stumbled the castle grounds for a while before collapsing on his bed, his body having been taken away. Your eyes shut and sleep came to you, despite your want to stay awake and weep.

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Your eyes opened slowly. You looked above you. It was dark. You sat up, feeling some soft cloth on your face. You sat up, walking forward and leaning against the wall you felt. It quickly fell through, revealing you had been inside a wardrobe. You rubbed your eyes at the light in the room.

The room was empty. Your head hurt.

The door swang open, revealing someone you recognized but couldn’t place.

“What are you doing? You have to be in your room before The Darkling comes so that the tailor can tend to you,” he said.

“What?” you asked.

“What on Earth are you wearing?” You looked down at your clothes. It wasn’t a kefta, that was for sure. You looked back up.

“I’m sorry, I must have hit my head.” He nodded and gestured for you to follow.

You turned to the wardrobe before the door closed behind you, feeling an ache for it. Warmth and sadness and overall, love, filled your chest when you thought of it. Though you couldn’t quite place the reason.

Part 2/2

#prince caspian x reader #prince caspian imagines #narnia imagines #caspian x reader #caspian imagines #the darkling imagines #the darkling x reader #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagines

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randominagines · 3 years

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Pairing: Pevensies + Caspian x neutral reader

Warning: fluff, a bit smut idk

Girfs belong to their creators.

PEVENSIES + CASPIAN REACTING TO SOMEONE FLIRTING WITH YOU:

LUCY

Lucy is a bit jealous, not very much but the kind of jealousy that pops up when she feels like someone is definitely breaking the boundaries. She looks at you while another girl smiles at you, her laught filling the air while you talk and her hand caressing your arm. You are a bit in discomfort, after all, you already have a girlfriend even if it's still kinda of a secret at court. Lucy walks to you, jaw clenching and fast steps, she is tired of seeing you in that unpleasant situation. She is still a Queen, though, so she gently smiles. "Baby, here you are, I was searching for you." She says and looks at you and you only. You blush and widen your eyes: did she just make it official? The other girls apologises and goes away. "Are you crazy? You just called me baby in front of everyone." You ask, your face a mix between shocked and kinda pleased. She shakes her head and shrugs. "You're my baby, after all. It was time to let everyone know."

EDMUND

Edmund is not the type of person who easly shows his feelings in a rush of rage, but man, he is so pissed off. In the exact moment that a guy starts flirting with you, Ed feels his blood boiling in his veins. He stays quite, his eyes never leaving the sight of you while that boy keeps taking steps closer to you. You and Ed have been best friends for a while, but his feelings towards you were anything but friendly. He loved you, he just couldn't summon up enough courage to tell you. But, seeing that boy trying to kiss you while you curve in embarrassment, makes him snap. He walks to you, his eyes fierce and his lips pressed. "Good evening." He says and the boy bows to him, to his king. "I think you should leave my guest alone, after all, y/n is with me and I don't like when other people try to kiss them, so..." he says, his voice firm and his cheeks blushing a bit. The boy immediately leaves while you look at him in relief. "Thanks, you just saved me, Ed." You thank him, your stomach still filled with butterflies because of his words. He scratches the back of his neck. "Y/n, I was being serious, I don't like when someone flirts with you, because... I have feelings for you, romantically speaking." He confesses, his hands shaking. You smile while caressing his pink cheek, knowing how much it coasts to Edmund to talk about his feelings. "Oh, Ed, I feel the same." You say. His following smile is the most beautiful you've ever seen.

SUSAN

Susan is jealous. She just can't stand people trying to hit on you. She likes to mark his territory but she is quite elegant even in that case. As soon as some girl approaches you in a way that is obviously flirty, she immediately steps to you to place a soft kiss on your cheek: "Honey, I finally found you! You look so beautiful." She whispers while smiling at you, her body relaxing and the stess of a second before disappearing while looking at your lovely smile and your cheeks turning slightly red because of her compliment. When you take her hand and walk away with her she feels like there's no need to be jealous at all, after all.

PETER

Peter is so passionate in everything he does and this includes strong, controversial feelings as the jealousy. He knows your relationship with him is kinda of undefined: you have feelings for each other, there is sexual tension and the most magical emotional and mental connection, yet you are too stubbord to confess your feelings to each other. Seeing you laughing and having fun with a prince from another realm bothers him enormously. He puffs while nervously walking around the room, his palms sweating, untill he finally decides to come to you. "High King Peter." The prince immediately bows and tou do the same. Peter shakes his head. "No need to bow. Y/n, can I have this dance?" He askes, his hand reaching as an invitation. You take it and you start swirling in hia arms. "What's happening, Pevensie? He was cute." You joke while dancing with him. He shakes his head and looks at you, his intense blue eyes almost touching your soul. "You're cute. No, you're more thank cute, you're gorgeous and I'm tired of pretending otherwise. I have feelings for you, y/n, I don't want other people to flirt with you." He says, his finger under your chin. "Peter, Oh my Aslan, you made me the happiest... I feel the same." You admit and you both smile to each other, ready to start another chapter.

BONUS: CASPIAN

You're Caspian's fiancee and everyone knows, so why is that boy desperately trying to hit you? Caspian doesn't like when people disrespect the fact that you're about to become his consort, so he instantly death stares at him, his body tensing up while he observes his movements. He stays quite for a while, he knows you can take care of yourself, but as soon as the boy tries to caress your face, he steps in. "Sir, do you often try to inappropriately touch people who are happily engaged?." He asks, his voice calm but firm. The boy laughs. "Ops, Your Highness, I had no idea this lovely creature was your fiancee." He says, his tone amused. You shake your head. "I literally just told you." You say and Caspian instinctively steps between you and him, as to protect you with his body. "I think you should leave now." He commands. The boy shrugs and walks away and you calm down your boyfriend with a soft kiss.

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drinix · 7 years

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The young maidens scurried to the balcony, giggling and blushing. They watched as the carriage pulled towards the castle. The King of Narnia was arriving.

#open starter #story inspiration #x reader #caspian x reader #caspian moodboard #narnia #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #king of narnia #royal #maidens #ben barnes #william moseley #skander keynes #edmund x reader #peter x reader #fluffy #smut

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calliopesstories · 3 years

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The Heart Of A King - Chapter 1

Relationship: Caspian X Susan, Caspian X Reader, Platonic!Susan and Platonic!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut (I’ll try the best I can), historical inaccuracy, misogyny and belief of 16th century, mention of death and sex, arranged marriage, /!\ Not proof read and non-english speaker writter /!\

Summary: There are opportunities in life that you have to take but you were different tough. Since you were born you always had things given to you on a silver plate. Yet you decided to create your own opportunities the day you chose to follow your father in all of his travels. It was no surprise for your parent when you left them no choice but to take you with them to the court of Cair Paravel, heart of your homeland. Even in your wildest dream you would have never thought of what destiny had in store for you when you took that opportunity and stepped in the castle of King Caspian and Queen Susan.

Words: 3,027

Author’s Note: Narnia (and the islands as well as the surrounding countries) is located in the Atlantic sea next to the strait of Gibraltar. It’s a mix between Southern Spain in terms of architecture and temperature, UK/France in terms of landscape and of course what you can see in the movies and be described in the books.

Two days of sea then just as much by carriage to reach the most magnificent palace of Narnia. No need to say it was all worth it. Nothing could compare to the beauty of Cair Paravel, its garden viewing the ocean, its impeccable white walls made of marble and the stained glasses that was colouring the inside of the castle in various colours. Last time you had been within the walls of this palace you were a child no older than five and yet it felt like yesterday. Nothing was as breath-taking as the home of the kings of Narnia, not even your father’s castle at Narrowhaven which was praised for its uniqueness and atypic beauty. Anyone who would be away from their home would feel homesick quickly but not you, you had left Narrowhaven when you were nine and only came back last year.

Your father was the Grand Ambassador of King Caspian; he had started his duty under the rule of the king’s father and had sworn loyalty to his son. Thanks to his duty to the crown he had met your mother, he had married her and sired you, their one and only child. They had never needed more; you were everything they wanted and one day you would inherit the land and titles hold by your father. You were already marchioness of Narrowhaven however one day you would become the Duchess of the Lone Islands, courtesy of King Caspian IX. Not a lot of noble houses could brag about the fact that the king himself had gave them the right of female peerage. Just a few of you – daughters of high-ranking nobles – could take on the titles even with a male heir in the line of succession at the condition of the girl being born first. Not even the royal family had that right. Not that it made you feel particularly lucky, it was nice to think the castle you had grew up in would stay in your family forever even after marriage.

The carriage stops right in front of the palace entrance. A flight of stairs leads to wooden graved doors decorated with gold and silver. You remembered well the tree with two trunks engraved on the doors after an old legend of Narnia but your child mind must have deceived you as you thought the doors were so big that giants must have lived here before. Turns out the door were huge, but not that much. They were twice the size of a grow man. Behind you servants were taking your personal items in order to put them where you’ll be leaving from now on.

“You have the right to breath you know,” your father took your arm and patted gently your hand. “It’s not the first king you meet.”

“There is a huge difference between a foreign king and the one for whom your father is working.”

“Don’t worry Y/N, King Caspian is gentle and patient man. He knows you had never done this before that’s why Lady Prunaprismia will stay with you for a month then you will need no one’s help,” encouraged your mother.

She knew you by heart. Every look, every breath and every head tilting had a significance your mother had no difficulties to understand. So when she saw you biting your lower lip, she understood how unsure of her statement you were. She had no doubt you would do well on your job. There were a few prized places at court that a woman of your status could hope to have: lady-in-waiting to the women of the royal family or governess to the king’s children. Those were official jobs but there was one every noble woman craved to have: mistress to the king. You had seen how this works and from one country to another, things weren’t that different. all hoped to dethrone the queen, thinking the king who loved them enough to put an alliance forged for years into the dirt for the beauty of their smile or whatever prowess they were doing in the royal bed. Foolish girls with foolish dreams.

You were content with the place your mother had found you. What better way to learn the way of life than to help one grow? Prince Rilian wasn’t the son of Queen Susan yet she was the one who appointed you governess of the sole heir of the kingdom. This was thanks to your mother, the former governess of the queen. She had raised the Queen before she became your mother and by the way she was speaking of the queen you knew she was like a daughter to her although no one could take your place in her heart.

You finally arrived in the throne room. The glass roof and the stained glasses gave the place an ethereal look worth of kings and queens. At the end of the room was standing four thrones of marble in front of a golden stained glass. You knew only three of them were occupied because the two were for the king and his queen, one was for the crown prince and the last throne was for the royal advisor – who had been executed last year for treason. The royal couple was waiting, stoically in their throne. You had no chance to look at them as you kneeled in front of your king and your queen before your father did, he had the privilege to stand in front of the king he had seen grow up.

“His Grace Y/F/N, Duke of the Lone Islands, his wife Y/M/N, Duchess of the Lone Islands and their daughter the Lady Y/N,” announced a man on your right. “Welcome to the court of His Majesty King Caspian X and Her Majesty Queen Susan.”

“Thank you Trumpkin but I know Lord Y/F/N for long enough to need no introduction. Please stand up my ladies there is no need for that between us.”

You stood up and saw for the first time the king with your own eyes. You had heard stories about how handsome of a man he was and he truly was but more than that he had this glimmer in his eyes, something close to melancholia although well hidden behind a dazzling smile. You could lose yourself in his eyes. It was the voice of your mother that made you realised you were staring at the king for far too long. The queen had walk to your mother and the both of them exchanged some words before they turned to you. You bowed before the queen who wasn’t older than you.

“I heard so much about you,” said Susan taking your hands in hers. Her smile was infectious and bright, contrary to her husband she was glowing with joy. “I’m sure will become good friends you and I.”

“I hope so Your Majesty,” you really hoped to be in the queen’s good grace.

“Last time I saw you, you were unable to keep yourself still.”

“You remember Your Majesty?” asked your father. You had been told that the King and you had met when you were younger but you had no memories of such event. “Well, I must say Y/N has changed since.”

“I can only agree with you.”

You smiled at your father; you knew what he meant by this statement. You had become less impatient, more careful of your words and most importantly you were smart, street smart. You had helped him many times and he liked to think he was the reason why you were doing so good around people. But you were lacking the subtility to leave at court for a long time, which was a good thing when you were traveling around the globe with your father, staying at court for short periods but now you were to live at Cair Paravel for as long as the king would want you around, and unbeknown to you the king was thinking about the length of your stay.

A door opened at your right and a small child ran pass you to be catch by the king. The prince you were supposed to take care of and who look exactly like his father if it wasn’t for his light baby blue eyes that was surely from his mother’s side. The young prince laughed in his father’s arms; he tried to push away from his face from the beard his father bore and that was probably irritating his soft and sensitive skin. The prince was five years old – for what you’ve been told – but he was taller the average five years-old, something he must have got from his father. The woman with him was his great-aunt, the Lady Prunaprismia, wife of King Caspian’s former advisor and his aunt by marriage. Although he holds no grudge against the woman for her husband’s betrayal, she had been asked to leave court forever. The King was a kind man but he wasn’t a very forgiving one. Not when it concerned his father and by extension his mother.

“Rilian, this is Lady Y/N, she’s going to take care of you once aunt Prunaprismia will be gone,” informed Caspian. He put the child back on his feet and Rilian bowed before you. You imitated the prince, a huge smile on your face, won over by the child sweetness. The King kneeled next to his son and looked at him in the eyes. “I want you to behave with Lady Y/N like you’ll do with your aunt. Be nice, can you do that for me?”

The prince energetically nodded widening your smile even more. King Caspian planted a kiss on his forehead. You saw him saying something to his son but couldn’t quite hear what it was. The queen had reached a hand for the prince to take but he preferred to stay with his current governess. The hurt in Queen Susan’s eyes was left unnoticed by you. it was common knowledge that, after five years of marriage, the queen hadn’t been pregnant once. Some rumours said she was barren, others that she had been made queen for very political reasons – which was the case for most queens though – and others that the king was never sharing her bed, still mourning his first wife, the one that gave him his heir, the one he had been in love with. And, after all, with an heir alive did he truly needs another child if he doesn’t love his current queen?

Rilian and Prunaprismia left the group alone after the lady gave you a meeting point for the next day. Right after your mother and you were taken to your quarters while your father staid with the King to discuss important matter. It took you fifteen to arrive there. There were four separate rooms: two bedrooms, one for your parents and one for you, both at the opposite from one another and with separate entrance. A common room with a fire place, chairs, shelves filled with books and it was the room you entered first. Next to it there was a dining room big enough to fit ten people around the table and was only furnished with a sideboard to contain plates, forks, knives and the usual.

Your room had a view of the garden and the sea, although you had been assured it would be temporary – you were supposed to get the one next to the prince’s – it was provided with all the luxuries you could think of. The decoration was elegant and refined, suiting a woman of your age and status. You had everything you could need, even your ladies-in-waiting you were sure had stayed at Narrowhaven. Those ladies were from smaller houses, ranks below your high-birth but they were your closest friends. Your only friends for that matter. Marwen, Cora and Lyria had been in your life since you were four, they had been your friends before being at your family’s service. They had travelled the world with you and your father, not once had they complained. They were the most loyal people you knew. After your father that is. Just seeing them made you happy and ready to face whatever the future had in store for you.

Later that day Lady Prunaprismia’s servant had come to your door to take you to her quarters – which was supposed to become yours in a month. Lady Prunaprismia was in the middle of the room, waiting for you, the king by her side. On the table behind them was a book, both of them assumed you knew how to read and write, you were part of one of the great houses of Narnia, it would have been improper for you and your family to be illiterate. The king was the first to sit down, quickly followed by his aunt; again there were side by side while you were asked to sit across the table. You never liked being outnumbered and it was even more intimidating with the King right in front of you.

“You have the right to breath you know,” King Caspian had leaned on the table to comfort you. you let out a stressed laughed but it made you realised you had been holding your breath. You took a deep breath and felt better. “That’s more like it.”

“Lady Y/N, this book is the most important book in this castle. It holds all of the prince’s needs, medical events and so on. Until the day you’ll be left alone with him I am going to ask you to study this book to the point where you’ll know it by heart, words for words.”

You opened the book carefully and the first sentence you read spoke about the prince’s books preferences, one of them you knew well as your father used to read it to you when you were younger. That memory brought a smile on your face. The book was quite big, there was a lot of information about Rilian and one month seemed like a too short amount of time to memories it all.

“My aunt is a bit extreme; some information is dated and don’t suit Rilian anymore,” you continued to flip through the book as the king continued to speak. “Besides you are to be is governess, not his nurse, you are tasked to educate my son, to teach him basic knowledge until he’ll be old enough for a tutor.”

“I’m allowed to enter the prince’s chamber at any given time?” you were sure you just had thought that but your mouth had decided to actually put sound on it. “Without permission or schedule!” Wow, that’s what you call trust!

“You won’t be the only one taking care of Rilian. As I told you he has nurses who are supposed to bath, to feed and to generally take care of his physical health. Make sure he’s in good shape, if you prefer. You are in charge of making sure they do their job.”

The close the book. You had never realised it was that much trouble taking care of a child. well, you guessed it wasn’t all day long a joyful stroll through the garden but God! Did the child really needed someone dedicated to wipe his butt? You remembered your childhood quite well and, in your memory, your parent partook a huge part of raising you into the woman you were today. But you kept that for yourself, not all parents have the same parenting technics, maybe it was how the king had been raised and he was a fine man. Besides, who were you to tell him how to raise a child? You had no child!

“I know it’s a lot to take in one day. Don’t worry, you have time,” Prunaprismia took your hands, a kind smile provoking another on your face. “And from what I heard from your mother; you are more than capable.”

“But if it’s really too much for you, I…we will understand, the Queen and I know taking care of a child, especially one who isn’t yours, can be demanding and challenging. If you think you won’t be up to the task, say it now or never, I’d rather know now and don’t worry it doesn’t mean you are not allowed in court anymore. That would be too cruel.”

“You can count on me, Your Majesty. I won’t let you down.”

You rose from your chair, taking the book in your arms and confidently walk away. That was the plan and, in your head, it was the perfect plan to show both of them how serious you were. Of course the cat didn’t agree with your plan and you tripped over him, falling on the ground. You heard Prunaprismia and King Caspian gasped before joining you, asking how you were doing. You felt humiliated. You just had fall on your ass in front of the king! God must have serious grudges over you! As you got back on your feet you swear you could see your pride and dignity staying on the floor by the devilish Shame. Hello you, you’re back again? You thought, sure to have left shame on the continent, somewhere in England or France.

You assured the King and Lady Prunaprismia that you were fine and – carefully – get out of the chamber. You had a month to learn everything about the prince and to create a bound with him strong enough to hold against the child losing one of the few people he had entire trust and love to. One single month for something that took five years for the Lady Prunaprismia to achieve. That was so you, accepting a challenge when you perfectly knew it would difficult and completely impossible. But ever since you had dared yourself to do things no one would have thought a girl of your birth would do, it had always opened a door to something interesting and bigger than you thought. If you think about it, what would have happened if you had stayed with your mother at Narrowhaven all your damn life? For sure you would have never met the Royal Couple and have a full conversation with the king.

Taglist:

@aleksanderwh0r3 @learisa @hxrgreeves @blackst0nes7077

#narnia imagine #the chronicles of narnia imagine #chronicles of narnia imagine #caspian x reader #caspian x y/n #king caspian x reader #king caspian x you #susan x caspian #suspian #pevensie siblings

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banditthewriter · 3 years

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Choose Your Fate - King Caspian Masterlist

Summary: The reader is the queen of a country that rivals Narnia. During what was supposed to be a diplomatic trip to discuss a truce, she learns that things are never what they seem in Narnia and that there is more than meets the eye to King Caspian.

This is a choose your own adventure fic where the readers voted for what would happen in each part.

Smut marked with **

Word Count: 24k

Part 0 X Part 1 X Part 2 X Part 3 X Part 4 X Part 5 X Part 6 X Part 7 X Part 8 X Part 9 X Part 10

#choose your fate - caspian #my writing #series masterlist #caspian

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musicallisto · 3 years

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˚ ༘✶ 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊!

here’s the second celebration for my 1k event! I’ve wanted to hold a writing challenge for ever, and now is the perfect moment for it. everyone is welcome to join and participate, no matter if we know each other or not! the more entries, the better. think of this not as a contest at all, but an opportunity to write for fun, showcase your abilities, become friends with new writers and readers, and discover hidden gems in your own fandoms!

the rules are simple:

choose a character or pairing from my fandoms (mobile)

choose some prompts from the three following prompt lists, crafted by yours truly:

>> dialogue prompts

>> song prompts

>> trope prompts

you can choose as many prompts as you want, you can mix & match from the different lists, and there’s no limit to how many people can choose the same prompt. basically, choose whatever you most feel like writing!

send me an ask with your picks, and I’ll add you to this post, so everyone can be on the lookout for your fic!

there are no length requirements (your fic can be anywhere from 300 words to 5k), I only ask you add a read more if your fic exceeds 1k words!

No NSFW/smut, please! suggestive or dark content is fine as long as it’s appropriately tagged :)

fics don’t have to be reader inserts, they can be anything you want, for any pairing (or solo character) you want!

there is no deadline! I’m the worst individual in the galaxy when it comes to deadlines as you may have noticed, so it would be unfair for me to put you through the same thing. It would be great to have the fics posted by the end of the summer (September 1st), but really, don’t fret about that!

when you post your fic, tag me @musicallisto, send me the link via DM, and tag it with #claras1kwc so I don’t miss it! I will read it with passion and excitement, and reblog it with an equally as excited review <3

(optional) reblog this post so more people can potentially join?

aaand that is all! have fun, and happy writing! I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!

tagging a few mutuals who might be interested: @softeninglooks @lxncelot @myriadimagines @murswrites @imaginesbymk @lotsoffandomimagines @genyaakostyk @bohemianpages @fives-cup-of-coffee @always-imagine-a-dream @swanimagines @the-radio-star @eveenstar @rorygilmorre @missameliep @emmacata @moonlit-imagines @jorjawrites @destourtereaux @rockinggirl @caelys @writeroutoftime @diansaprince @noesapphic @onceupon-a-decembr @coffee–writes @schnapped @rockinggirl @padfootagain

@vostokovasmelina: Robb Stark x Reader || modern au + secret dating au + style by taylor swift

@locke-writes: Sirius Black x Reader || "I'll be back home before you know it" + soulmate au + losing my religion by r.e.m || READ IT HERE

@lxncelot: (Platonic) Kaz Brekker x Reader || "Should I be scared?" + "Do you trust me?" || READ IT HERE

@noesapphic: Satine x Reader || "I feel safe with you, I always have" + wildest dreams by taylor swift

@amwitherspoon: Edmund Pevensie x OC || “Where’d you get that wound?” + “Come on, do you think I haven’t seen how you look at them?” + “Because I love you, that’s why!” + “I’ve had enough of this!” || READ IT HERE

@amwitherspoon: Draco Malfoy x OC || lovely by billie eilish ft. khalid || READ IT HERE

@genyaakostyk: (Platonic) Kaz Brekker x Reader || “I wish I was more like you” + “What are you afraid of?” + “Should I be scared?” || READ IT HERE

@emmacata: Surprise!

@thereagles: Kaz Brekker x Reader || she will be loved by maroon 5 || READ IT HERE

@sunny-reys: Kaz Brekker x Reader || “where’d you get that wound?” + “I’ll be back home before you know it” || READ IT HERE

@caelys: Peaky Blinders || mama by my chemical romance

@always-imagine-a-dream: Flynn Ryder x Reader || fake-out make-out + soulmate AU + “I’ve never met anyone like you” + “I feel safe with you. I always have”

@padfootagain: Caspian x Reader || drunken confession + “can you stay with me?” + “their hands on your skin...” || READ IT HERE

@teaand-dreams: Peter Pevensie x Reader || “what are you afraid of?” + “will you marry me?” || READ IT HERE

@missameliep: Blades of Light and Shadow gang || walls by kings of leon + “don’t you dare touch them!” + “what are you afraid of?” + “come on, do you think I haven’t seen how you look at them?” + “I had the most wonderful dream...”

@destourtereaux: James Potter x F!Reader || "I wish I was morre like you" + "I feel safe with you. I always have"

#claras1kwc #claras1k #1kfollowers #1k celebration #writing challenge

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myevilmouse · 3 years

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Today for Trivia Tuesday @jedimordsith suggested I write about my drabble skills and give suggestions to anyone wanting to write drabbles. I recently wrote 28 drabbles for the Multifandom Drabble Exchange just for fun muwahahah. Also this is why, since I went outside the Star Wars fandom I love and live in, that I created a new pseud, Złymyszeczka, in case you were wondering what was up with that. Fandoms that I dabbled in included Supernatural, Resident Evil, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, My So-Called Life, X-Men, Wellington Paranormal, Quantum Leap, Labyrinth, Hercules (Disney), Cobra Kai, Lord of the Rings, Loki, Chronicles of Narnia, X-Files, Sherlock, Star Trek TNG, and more!

Obviously I had to separate all that multi-fandom madness from the purity of my Luke and Thrawn smut!

So please if you check me out on AO3 for Star Wars stuff (and I sincerely hope you do!), note that you want to keep the evilmouse name. I don’t plan on writing outside Star Wars fandom often, but on the rare occasions I do, it will get posted under the other name.

Back to the point:

Evilmouse’s 5 Essential Tips on Writing Drabbles

for your Trivia Tuesday, jump below the cut!

So drabbles are 100 words. Double drabbles, 200, Triple, 300, etc. A lot of people find the exactness of this word restriction daunting, so here is my first tip for writing drabbles:

1) Don’t think about the word count.

This may seem counter-intuitive, but the best way to approach a drabble is “I have to write a very short scene.” Knowing it will be short (very short!) is enough to get you to the word count, and maybe push you over 3, 10, or 20 words. That’s fine. We fix it in the editing. But if you get hung up about counting words when you are writing your drabble, you won’t write the best drabble you can!

2) Focus on a single moment.

When I say very short scene, think VERY SHORT SCENE. It may be as simple as a quick verbal exchange. It may be something you want to accomplish, i.e. a kiss, a punch. Here are a couple examples from my recent experience:

One person requested a Chronicles of Narnia/MCU crossover and listed Prince Caspian and Loki as two characters they were interested in shipping. So my goal was to write 100 words with these two characters.

What shall we focus on? 100 words isn’t enough to explain why Loki is in Narnia or why Caspian is in Asgard. You have to trust the reader to accept the premise if they click on your drabble.

What is your goal? Here, it was to get these two in a situation where a shipper will be happy with their interaction. In my case, I decided they would be trapped somewhere together and alone. That was it, that was the starting point for the drabble, which you can read here.

Another example: one person requesting a Star Wars drabble said they liked when female characters meet and interact and listed old!Leia and Asajj Ventress as favorites.

Same question: what do you want to accomplish? In this case, two characters who don’t meet in canon having that opportunity. A meeting. 100 words is our limit. Do we care why or where they are meeting? Probably not. That initial interaction is the goal. So for this one, I set what I hoped was a mysterious atmosphere and just simply wrote their initial exchange here. Trust your readers to fill in the blanks, which leads us to:

3) Let the “end” be as ambiguous as you like.

Drabbles are brief moments, as already mentioned. They don’t need a proper beginning or end, they can (and sometimes should) leave the reader asking questions or wanting more. I like writing drabbles that imply something happened next, and leave it up to the reader to decide exactly what.

In the case of the Loki/Caspian drabble, knowing that Loki can teleport, and chooses not to, implies he has some ulterior motive in lying about his powers.

In the case of Asajj & Leia, we know Asajj sent a comm to initiate the meeting but we don’t know exactly what she means by saying they will be “friends.” Is she sincere? Have some trick up her sleeve? I don’t have to know! But the moment is achieved.

That doesn’t mean that you can’t “end” a drabble if you want to. I wrote a treat for someone who wanted Sarah and Jareth to end up together when she was all grown up. So obviously the request has already dictated my ending. In that case, I had a couple goals: to tell the reader she was all grown up, to demonstrate how much has/hasn’t changed, and to make her wind up with that sexy Goblin King. Mmmm yesssss.

Each of those goals, which may have appeared difficult at first, took exactly one sentence:

Curtains fluttered, an unnatural gust summoning the ever-present metropolitan cacophony into her apartment.

We know now that Sarah has her own apartment, old enough to live alone.

“It didn’t!” she glared, injustice manifested in that indignant whine she’d retained, like most of her teenage dreams.

In the film Labyrinth, Sarah’s always saying things aren’t fair. So here we see she hasn’t quite gotten rid of that tendency to whine about injustice, and is still a dreamer at heart.

“This time,” Sarah took a deep breath, certain, “I’ll stay.”

She’s not hesitating, she’s decided, and she’s going to live happily ever after with her mystical consort (we hope).

The point here is that your drabble can be as conclusive or inconclusive as you like, and isn’t limited by the word count.

4) Edit without mercy

Yes I KNOW that is the perfect adjective for Luke’s sparkling blue eyes, but if your word count is 101, those eyes are either sparkling or blue but not both!

Once you achieve your “moment” in the drabble form, you have to check that word count and CHOP CHOP CHOP. It’s a rare thing to be under word count, but if you are lucky to be under, just add a few well-chosen adjectives and you’re done. However, if you, like most of us, have just written 123 words of perfection and want to scream because there is NO WAY you can do the same thing in 100 words, you have two options: write 77 MORE words and surrender to the double drabble, OR like I try to do, throw away the things you love until you have accomplished the same thing in 100 words.

To demonstrate this exercise, I set myself a task (because I haven’t saved drafts of my drabbles, sadly) to show you what I mean. So right now at this very instant I’m going to write a drabble about Luke Skywalker being in love with YOU. A Luke/Reader drabble, for example. Let’s go:

Everyone groaned as the briefing ended. It had gone on two hours too long for your taste, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, you weren’t alone in your assessment. As you left the conference room, you almost bumped into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked as handsome as always, but rather more casual than usual, his robes nowhere in sight and dressed simply in black pants with a blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you said, about to move past, flustered beyond belief. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi—any Jedi.

“Actually,” he smiled, “I was waiting here for you.”

A wave of shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Have dinner with me tonight?”

OK here is where I checked the wordcount. 134 words. Ouch. Quickly we have to edit because I’m not happy with the ending either. And 134 means some serious slicing and dicing. Here’s take two:

The briefing seemed to end two hours too late, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, your colleagues agreed. Leaving the conference room, you almost bumped into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, robes nowhere in sight, dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you said, moving past, flustered. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but that hadn’t stopped you.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Have dinner with me tonight?”

OK we’ve done some serious slicing and are down to 109 words. But I’m still not happy, AND we gotta cut more.

The briefing ended two hours too late, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, everyone agreed. Leaving the room, you ran into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, no robes, just dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but that hadn’t stopped you.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, and held out a hand. “Come with me?”

Down to 103 words now and I managed to change the ending I wasn’t crazy about at first…notice what has and hasn’t changed between these short drafts... not much in the way of story, just how it is told.

Still have to edit more…three pesky words…

Judging by the mad rush to the exit, everyone agreed that meeting had been too long. Hurrying out, you ran into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, no robes, just dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but common sense wasn’t your forte.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, holding out an inviting hand. “Come with me?”

Now I’ve got 101 words and I don’t want to cut it, but I have to…*waves goodbye to “kriffing”*

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered. If only he wasn’t so good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but common sense wasn’t your forte.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, holding out an inviting hand. “Come with me?”

So we have 100 words exactly, that imply Luke is into you and you have a future with him. From starting the drabble to finishing it, took me about 18 minutes. If you don’t pressure yourself, it doesn’t have to be a nightmare. Which brings me to tip #5

5) Don’t stress, and have fun!

Sometimes I have spent as much as two hours on a drabble, but usually no more than a half hour to get it where I want. When I do the “drabble a day” for Fictober, I try to limit myself to 15 minutes. The point is, drabbles should be fun and low stress. Don’t agonize about them! Sure, you can edit for hours to fix each word to be absolutely perfect and convey something the same but different, but you can also just achieve that glimpse into a scene, that moment, and enjoy your work!

I hope you enjoyed this and/or found it useful. If you’d like to read some of my drabbles, you can click on this #drabble tag, check out these drabble collections here and here, my story told in drabbles here, or explore my new pseud złamyszeczka for those other fandoms I mentioned. Thank you for reading!

#drabbles #drabble #myfic #fanfic #trivia tuesday #fanfic is for fun #luke x reader #luke x you #fandom #fic exchange #game of thrones #and a bunch of other fandoms #star wars #thanks jedimordsith

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