#narinia imagine

[wasgentlearch]

What do you think happened to the Narinia Susan left behind? Like specifically her portion of it, in like the first year or so?

ASK ME ALL THE QUESTIONS! ONE/TWO : ACCEPTING BOTH!

so….to be honest, i don’t necessarily hold to the idea of narnia being split into sections that are left to the total governance of one or the other of the kings and queens. they all rule everything pretty much jointly, though they each have their affinities / titles associated with certain sections of narnia. that being said, of course there ARE sections that do have a particular fondness for one of the rulers over the others, and for susan that’s the south/southeast, particularly near to the narnia/archenland border. (i swear i didn’t choose this based on the “to the warm southern sun” line from the film, that’s just….where the direction of archenland IS.) 

some of the areas that have a particular attachment to susan are highly cultivated farmlands (think the most orderly rows of crops you can imagine, think vineyards, think grazing cattle). the inhabitants lean more toward humans that had come in again from archenland and surrounding areas, though they do - - of course! - - have large populations of talking animals as well, at least during the pevensies’ reign. 

the parts that aren’t farmlands are very courtly and almost sophisticated villages, hamlets, and small towns. these take on more similarity to the human world than the rest of narnia tends to, and would be considered more domesticated in a certain sense. their main craft lies in the making of jewelry, clothing, colored glass, and other non-essentials. each of these small town-like areas is run by a governor who reports to susan on the well-being of their area. this is mainly done by letter, but susan does come to visit on a fairly regular schedule to be there herself. 

all of this is to setup what happens when she leaves in a way that makes sense. 

most of this area retains more of a semblance of structure and society than do other portions of narnia, which slip back into a more wild state as time goes on. the farmlands keep producing crops, the towns keep….being….towns. but as time goes on, they become TOO cultivated, TOO domesticated, and they are some of the first to allow the telmarines to gain foothold in narnia. not because they were disloyal, but because telmar offered some sense of stucture that they felt was lacking. unfortunately, this did not fare as well for the talking beasts of the area as it did for the humans. the better of the human inhabitants helped their neighbors, but many did not. 

#(i actually see there being something of a squabble between telmar and archenland for the area) #(i'm too lazy to come to any conclusions about whether or not that happens and who won it in the end) #(archenland winning the land is a happier ending for it in a lot of ways but) #(also probably not the MOST realistic) #Anonymous #LIKE A PETAL ON A STREAM (headcanon)

[booksvsadaptations]

CORALINE

[PILOT SHOW/EPISODE ONE]: CORALINE

[OPENING CATCH FRASE]: From your favorite books to movie adaptations, we’ve seen them all, read them all, and we’ll break them all down for you.

[INTRODUCTION]:  This is Ali, and this week’s book is Coraline by Neil Gaiman and directed by Henry Selick.

 [PART ONE]:

The twisted mind of Neil Gaiman brought us one of our childhood nightmares, Coraline, a young girl whose family moves into a house that is too big for just her family. Her strange neighbors become her only acquaintances as she waits for the new school year to begin. 

Coraline begins to explore the big house on her own as her parents unpack and dedicate their time to work from home. Coraline seems to often be ignored by her busy parents so she takes it upon herself to entertain herself by creating vivid daydreams of adventures around the house. 

[THE CHARACTERS]:

Coraline visits Miss Spink and Miss Forcible, to learn they are two old women who once lived the life of actresses but were now left alone to live in a basement with their stuffed dogs and various tea’s. She also visits a man who lives in the attic, Mr. B, who claims to have a circus of talented rats that no one can see. 

It is important to point out that in the book, Coraline does not have any friends as of yet, no nehibors her age, so the addition of Wybie Lovat  to the movie was caused a change in the story.

In the book, Coraline was woken up by the small sounds, she stands up and follows a spider like shape, that we asume is the other mother, but she ends up finding a door with a brick wall on the other side. 

“ The black shape went into the drawing-room and Coraline followed it in, a little nervously. The room was dark. The only light came from the hall, and Coraline, who was standing in the doorway, cast a huge and distorted shadow on to the drawing-room carpet: she looked like a thin giant woman.”(Neil Gaiman,pg.4)

In the movie, Coraline finds the door while exploring, finds a small door behind boxes and hidden behind wallpaper as if it was sealed in on purpose. She calls out to ther annoyed mother who tears the paper open and lets he see the nothingness on the other side. At night though she is visited by the circus rats who lead her to the other side of the door. 

This change of the story could have lessened the horror aspect the book provided as the mysterious shape of the other mother was revealed far before the end of the movie while the movie much like Narinia hids the horror behind fantastic scenes. 

Both the book and the movie continue the same plot line as she enters the other house, well... all but the inclusion of a musical father who plays music for his daughter. In the book she is welcomed by a feast of delicious foods that entice her to return again, once again much like in Narnia. 

Though Wybie’s character enters an interesting loop of events into the movie such as his character being silent in the other world, while talking non stop in the real world. He gives Coraline a hint at the begining of the movie about “the weird things that happened there....but im not supposed to talk about it” This leads the audience to beleive that there is a hidden story and gived Wybie an important role througout. 

Wybie hands Coraline a ‘spooky’ doll that looks just like her, he explains that it was in his grandmothers home. The inclusion of this scene perhaps gives us a multiverse introduction as she resues the children in the other house from the other mother. The possibility that Coraline freed them from their exsisting time line shows that probably one of those children was Wybies grandmother who made the doll in her memory. 

While the doll’s role in the movie is one that leads Coraline to suspition she does not meet this doll in the book but instead learns the hard way that there is something wrong with everything being perfect. 

In the book she reveals all the plot twists and has a character growth as she learns that her busy parents cannot give her every moment of their time but love her none the less. 

In the movie she does not learn the important value on her own but rather with the help of the talking cat, Wybie, and the other father who admits the evil other mothers plan. 

The inclusion of a weak other father to the movie could have taken away the mistery factor of the book, as she begind to learn things by intuition while in the movie things unfold for her, leaving no space, once again, for her character growth. 

Another scene added into the movie that does not belong in the book, is the talking portrait of Coralines friends. Though this scene doesnt change the plot at all in either book or movie, it gives us a little peak at Coraline’s old home and life. 

While the ending of the book and movie were much alike, we point out both movie and book are different in their basic elements. Not to say one is worse than the other but certainly different. 

I recomend that if you wish to introduce horror to your child or sibling, let them read the book as it allow imagination fill those gaps but if you want a soft horror then introduce Coraline’s movie as it will be softer on the plot. 

The addition of animation in a Tim Burton style like film gives the imagination a kick. 

[ENDING]: Hope you enjoyed our first episode of Books vs Adaptations inc. 

This was your host Janet Ali, please like, subscribe, and maybe even share this video with your firends. 

We will be uploading every Friday, feel free ro comment below what book and movie you want me to talk about next. 

That is all, thank you so much, Bye!

[inkandpen22]

Fate in Narnia

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Female!Reader

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: A year after the Narnian Revolution, Y/N, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie are sent back to Narnia. This means the three have a chance to be King and Queens, but most importantly, it means Y/N and Caspian can see each other again. 

Masterlist

I return home from my classes at the university with groceries for dinner. After a long day like today, I’m reminded that it’s just me left to take care of Edmund and Lucy. Peter and Susan joined Mother and Father in America six months ago. They write to us often, promising they’ll send for us too when it’s safer. Honestly, I’m not sure how much longer I can balance classes, work, and picking up the slack for Aunt Beatrice. Her son Eustace and her husband don’t do anything to help around the house. Sometimes it feels like I’m taking care of five people. 

“Edmund! Lucy!” I holler up the stairs after I set the groceries down in the kitchen. 

When I don’t hear a response, I jog up the steps. They should be back from school by now, it’s nearly time for dinner. I hear a commotion coming from my and Lucy’s room. If it’s Edmund and Eustace going at it again I might just scream and I’m supposed to be the more patient older sibling! 

I swing open the door to find Eustace and Edmund fighting. However, my attention is stolen by Lucy standing in front of a picture frame spewing water. 

“What have you three done?!” I rush into the room. 

“It wasn’t us!” Lucy explains, grinning brightly. 

I glance between my sister and the ocean painting frantically. “You mean-” 

Narnia. Caspian. 

Eustace and Edmund finally notice the water swallowing up the room. Edmund hurries over to us. Based on his grin, he’s thinking what we are too. Eustace screams and goes to rip the frame off the wall. 

“I’m just going to smash it!” He threatens. 

“No!” My siblings and I struggle with our cousin for the frame. 

The ice-cold water fills the room in a matter of seconds. We each struggle to kick ourselves to the surface as the furniture of the room starts to float. I close my eyes, afraid of what may happen. I keep kicking to the surface, in the need of air. When I finally reach the top after what feels like an eternity, I take in a deep breath. 

“Swim!” Lucy shouts. “Eustace swim!” 

I snap open my eyes and a massive wooden ship is sailing toward us. I scream and Edmund grabs my arm to get me to start swimming. My brother and I swim like Olympians to get away from the path of the ship. 

“It’s Caspian!” Lucy yells enthused. “Guys, It’s Caspian!” 

Edmund and I halt immediately. Two men swim up and take each of us safely. 

“Caspian,” I repeat breathlessly, searching the surface for him. 

“You’re alright now,” the sailor assures me as he starts guiding me toward the ship. 

“Are we in Narnia?” Edmund asks one of the sailors helping us. 

“Yes, you’re in Narnia,” the man chuckles happily. 

After Edmund and I are brought up on the side of the ship, one of the sailors offers me his hand to help me on. I step onto the deck and immediately start scanning the many faces for the one I want to see most. 

“Y/N!” 

I spin around on my heels and am met with the raven-haired prince I’ve been longing to see. A bright smile appears across my lips as I run across the short distance. He opens his arms to me and I leap into them. He laughs deeply, twirling me around playfully. His embrace is warm and strong, just as I remember. Oh, how I’ve missed him. He lowers me to the deck, but his hands remain on my waist. 

“How long has it been for you?” He checks instantly. 

“A year and you?!”

I can’t hide my worry that it’s been forever. Granted, he looks far too good for it to have been too long. He looks practically the same except for the facial hair. 

“Three years,” he smiles and relief rushes over me. 

“Thank heavens it wasn’t over a thousand again,” I sigh, laughing lightly. 

“You still are older though...” he sucks in air sharply between his teeth. 

“Oh stop it!” I swat his arm playfully. 

“Beautiful as ever I might add,” he compliments and leans in to plant a kiss on my forehead. 

“Caspian!” Ed interrupts joyfully. 

“Edmund!” 

Caspian and Edmund embrace and Lucy comes to join us. Our attention is stolen when Eustace lands on deck failing. 

“Get this rat off of me!” He screams. 

A mouse comes leaping off Eustace and bouncing over to us. 

“Reepicheep!” Lucy gleams. 

“Good to see you again, Rep,” Ed greets. 

The mouse bows to the three of us. “Your Majesties, always a pleasure.” 

Caspian comes up behind me and drapes a blanket over my shoulders. I thank him quietly and wrap the fabric around myself. His hands remain on my shoulders as we watch my cousin go mad. 

“Where in the blazes am I?!” Eustace fusses. 

“You’re on the Dawn Treader! The greatest ship in all of Narnia!” A minotaur announces to Eustace. 

The boy faints instantly, making everyone on the crew laugh, including Caspian and Edmund. Lucy ridicules them. 

“Was it something I said?” The minotaur asks us. 

“No, don’t take it personally. He’s just never been to Narnia,” I explain kindly. “In our world, there aren’t any minotaur.” 

“Oh, interesting,” the creature replies with a shrug. 

Caspian slips his arm around my waist and appears at my side. “See to him will you?” He asks of the sailor. 

“Right away, Your Majesty,” the minotaur bows. 

Caspian then jogs off to the stairs leading up to the helm of the ship. 

“Gentlemen!” Caspian gathers everyone’s attention. “Behold our castaways! Edmund the Just, Lucy the Valiant, and Y/N the Gracious! High King and Queens of Narnia!” 

Each of the sailors gets down on one knee and bow their heads. My brother, sister, and I can’t help but smile. 

Caspian hurries back down and takes my hand to guide all of us inside. “Come! Let’s get you changed and I can show around!” _________________________________________ As the sun starts to set on the horizon, I watch over the side of the ship as the waves hit against the wood. Dolphins play in them, dancing along with the white foam. It reminds me of when I would watch them at sunrise when we lived in Cair Paravel. 

A pair of arms snake around my torso and bring me into their chest. I rest my head back against Caspian and slip my arms over his. He plants a kiss to my temple gently. For a year I’ve missed this. The last time we were in Narnia, Caspian and I hardly had any time after the revolution to settle. It came as a shock when Peter announced we would be returning home. I wasn’t ready to go and Caspian wasn’t ready to say goodbye. It took every ounce of willpower to leave. 

“I have a surprise for you,” Caspian whispers in my ear. 

“Oh do you?” I snicker. 

“Close your eyes,” he instructs with a nod.

Reluctantly, I close my eyes and hold out my hands. I feel a familiar leather sheath and strap brush against my palm as Caspian lowers the object into my hands slowly. 

“Okay, open!” Caspian gleams. 

My eyes flicker open and sure enough, it’s my old weapon gear. “My dual-swords!” 

“I’ve kept them safe since you’ve been gone!” Caspian tells me. 

Over the moon, I spin on my heels and pull him into a hug. I can’t believe he’s kept them with him after all this time and even took the liberty of taking them on the voyage. His arms linger around me and I ponder the feeling. 

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers against my shoulder. 

“Me too,” I mutter solely, resting my cheek against his chest. 

Caspian tightens his embrace upon hearing my words. Three years have gone by for him. A year was long enough to feel like a lifetime to me. 

“So Caspian-” Edmund voices, making Caspian and I part. I place my weapons down on a barrel and lean against the rail behind me. Edmund doesn’t notice my glaring at him for interrupting. “-have you managed to find yourself a queen in the three years we’ve been away?” Edmund asks, amused. 

“Oh uh...” Caspian stammers nervously. 

My lips part as I stare at my brother dumbfounded. “Ed-” 

“No, none to compare to your sister,” Caspian answers to my surprise. 

“Ew,” Edmund grimaces in disgust and cowers off somewhere. 

I turn to Caspian in awe. “Do you really mean that?”

“Every word,” he whispers, reaching up and caressing my cheek. 

I lean into his touch as my eyes fall shut with immense peace. A sense of peace I haven’t felt in over a year. 

“I’ve counted the days, waiting for your return. I knew there was a chance it may never happen, but I couldn’t give up hope. I still love you, Y/N,” he confesses and I open my eyes. “If not more than I did when you left.” 

I step forward, leaning into my press my lips to his softly. The sensation is exactly as I remember, if not better than before. I part from him for a second, resting my forehead against his. Our eyes meet, my Y/E/C ones, and his jet black ones that I adore so much. The eyes I’ve dreamt about each night for the past year. 

“I love you too, Caspian,” I whisper. 

He smiles, releasing a breathless laugh of joy and takes a step back. His hands take both of mine and he rubs them with his thumbs softly. “I... I know you’ve never had a choice and I know I’m asking a lot of you but... will you stay here in Narnia... with me?” 

My eyes search his face at a rapid rate. Is he truly asking me this? I take a moment to consider what he’s really asking me. I would be leaving behind my world forever. I may never see my family again. After all, this could be the last time we ever come back to Narnia. 

“And I know that would mean asking you another question,” he continues. “I have something else for you.” He steps back and lowers himself to one knee. 

My lips part as I start to comprehend what’s happening. The crew takes notices and starts to gather, along with Edmund and Lucy. 

Caspian reaches into his pocket and a reveals a gold floral engraved ring in his palm. “It was my mother’s. I’ve kept it with me, waiting for you to return. I don’t wish to bombard you. I know I’m asking you to make an impossible decision and-”  

“Yes,” I answer. 

“Yes?!” He repeats, rising from his position. 

I laugh, “Yes! Yes, Caspian I will marry you!” 

He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the deck. “Oh, I love you so much, Y/N!” Above him, I lower my head and bring my lips to his. 

Instantly in my heart, I can feel that my fate was always meant to be forever with Caspian in Narnia.

Masterlist

#narnia #narinia imagine #prince caspian #prince capsian x reader #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #imagine #fanfic #ben barnes

[inkandpen22]

Otherworldly Kings and Queens (2/?)

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader / Prince Caspian x Female!Reader  

Warning: mild mentions of violence 

Word Count: 1.8k

Part Summary: Y/N and the Pevensies search the surrounding cliffs and they start to piece together what happened since the Pevensies leaved. Then, someone is nearly attacked... 

A/N: As requested, I’m releasing one more part today! In the next part Y/N meets Caspian!!!! Get hyped! 

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After our antics on the beach, the five of us hike up the cliffs after Edmund spotted some old runes he mentioned not remembering. Peter holds my hand the entire way. One, because when does he not frankly? Two, because I don't keep my eyes ahead of us as I'm too distracted by everything around me. I've never seen any place Narnia! There's so much untouched land, for as far as the eye can see! I've lived in London my whole life. There's constant noise and good luck finding a patch of grass that isn't a park. I had only ever been to the ocean a handful of times and it never looked like this one. The water is so clear and crystal blue! Also, I swear I saw an actual mermaid tail flick up through the surface at one point.

"So you really don't remember these?" I question, referring to the runes. 

"Not from what I can recall," Edmund pants ahead.

Once we finally reach the ancient-looking stone structures, we all start to wonder about the place individually to figure out where we landed. Peter and I, however, remain together and stroll about. Trees and bushes of various kinds have grown over the rubble. It's must've been centuries, perhaps even thousand of years, since this place was inhabited.

As Peter climbs to the tallest point to get a better look, I pick a bright red apple from its branch and toss it to Lucy with a giggle. I stroll over to the edge of the platform that overlooks the western coast. Scattered bits of green covered land streak the horizon. Whoever lived here was lucky, they had the most incredible view! The sunsets must be unparalleled.

"I wonder who lived here?" Lucy questions beside me.

"I think we did..."

I glance over my shoulder and Susan holds up something in her hand. I narrow my eyes at the shiny object and I go over to join her.

"Hey, that's mine!" Edmund announces as he takes the thing from Susan. "From my chess set!"

"What chess set?" Peter interlocks his hand with mine once he reaches us.

"Well I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley did I?" Edmund sasses, examining the piece.

"It can't be!" Lucy runs off, shocker.

The four of us follow the youngest swiftly to catch up. It annoyed me when she would run off in London and I know that city like the back of my hand. If she continues to run off in a foreign land... okay, so I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure won't be happy about it!

Lucy takes Peter's hand and starts to escort him up a platform. I slip my from his, which earns me a subtle glare of annoyance. I snicker as Lucy aligns Peter in a specific place. She sets each of her siblings in a spot, clearly onto something. 

 "Imagine walls," she instructs. "And pillars there!" She points before stopping in her own place on the far side. "And glass roof!"

I observe the four siblings lined up a few feet above me on the platform. I start to see what I think Lucy is envisioning. The pile of rock behind each of them, they're remnants of thrones! I look to Peter and he's starting to process it too.

"Cair Paravel," he concludes with a solemn expression.

We continue searching the once glorious palace that Peter vividly described to me countless times this past year. Peter is understandably crossed and has grown quiet. All I can do is continue holding his hand and rub my free one on his arm comfortingly. I hate not being of more use in figuring out what happened here. In my defense, I've never been to Narnia before.

Edmund jogs ahead and kneels beside a boulder. "Catapults," he mutters.

"What?" Peter finally breaks his silence.

"This didn't just happen," Edmund determines. "Cair Paravel was attacked."

After a moment, Peter marches off with a stern expression. Silently, he takes me along with him on his march without slowing down. Lucy and the others follow, just as confused as me. Clearly, Peter knows where he's going and is on a mission to get there. I would ask him where exactly our destination is, but I prefer to keep my head.

Abruptly, he stops in front of a tower-like structure. He releases my hand and starts to remove brush from the building. Edmund helps him press against the stone which eventually shifts to reveal a worn wooden door with a lion engraved on the handle. Peter picks up a rock and starts to go at the wood panels. The door breaks and gives way to expose a dark stairwell leading down. I glance over at Lucy and Susan who simply watch their brothers act. Evidently, they must remember this place too.

Peter rips the bottom of his shirt and starts wrapping it around a stick he’d picked up. "Don't suppose you have any matches, do you?" He checks with his brother.

Ed starts to dig through his bag. "No, but would this help?" He reveals his torch.

The girls and I giggle. Of course this would happen.

"You might've mentioned that a bit sooner!" Peter laughs.

Ed starts leading the way down the stairs. Peter gestures for his sisters to go then holds out his hand to me. He follows behind me down the grumbled stairs. I'm really trusting these four not to get me killed, aren't I? The three ahead of Peter and I and hurry around inside. 

Sunlight pours in from skylights and my eyes land on four golden trunks are line up perfectly in a half circle.

"I can't believe it," Peter expresses as he appears by my side. "It's all still here!"

The three younger Pevensies start to search through their old trunks while Peter and I examine the dusty treasures that have been knocked around from the attack. Peter picks up what appears to be shield and blows away the dirt that hides the giant lion face on it.

"Was it your's?" I ask over his shoulder

He hums, holding it out for me to see better. "Many years ago..."

My eyes flicker up from the shield and land on a marble statue ahead. The figure appears so familiar, yet how would that be possible?

"Wait," I step forward to study the face better. "Is this you?" I point.

"Yes," Peter laughs, placing a hand on my lower back gently. "Again, many years ago. I was older then."

I shake my head in awe, "yeah, no kidding."

"Here Y/N!"

I turn my attention to Susan and she tosses me a royal blue velvet gown. "You can borrow it," she grins. "It'll help you blend in."

I hold up medieval style dress in front of me. The only time I ever imagined myself wearing something like this was for Halloween.

"Take this too," Peter hands me a dagger from his trunk.

"Why would I need a weapon?" I frown. 

"Not every creature in Narnia is necessarily in favor of us," Edmund snickers, glancing between his siblings.

Peter rests his chin on my shoulder as I examine the red leather handled dagger in my hands. "It's alright," Peter comforts with a whisper in my ear. "I'll keep you safe... promise."

"I could I at least have a real weapon?" I request, laughing lightly. "If I'm going to be in real life threatening situation, I prefer to have a weapon that doesn't require me to be mere feet from my opposer!” 

Peter snickers, collecting items to change into. 

"I might as well kiss my life goodbye,” I add under my breath. 

"I got this katana as a gift from the Emperor of the Eastern Desert Lands," Edmund offers.

"What's that?" I've never heard of it before.

Ed removes the sword from its sheath with a whoosh as I cross the chamber to him. Its curved, thin, long, blade would be perfect. I graze my finger tips across the shining blade, in awe of it.

"I did research on it when we returned to our world. It's native to Japan, amongst the Samurai," he explains, placing the sleek black and gold handle in my hand.

"Hey! Hey!" Peter appears at my side in a blink. "Careful!"

"I got it! I got it! Don't get your knickers in a twist," I tease. I turn hold the sword up right to admire the blade closer.

"You could get hurt with that." Peter still worries.

"I could get hurt by someone attacking me too," I sass, lowering the weapon to address my friend. 

His eyes meet mine, filled with annoyance. He wants me to simply agree with him all the time. 

I smile, "wouldn't you prefer I have a sturdy way of defending myself?"  

"I think your words and wit would be enough to frighten them," he smirks.

"You charm me,” I blush. 

"Always do," he winks, taking the katana from me before someone gets hurt. "You can get it back when we leave. After that, I want it in its sheath unless absolutely necessary! I mean it, Y/N!"

I watch him slip the blade back into its leather casing cautiously. I place my hand over his to gain his attention. 

"You may be the King of Narnia, but you forget I'm not one of your subjects," I mock playfully.

"You're right," he agrees surprisingly. Gently, he picks up my hand and places a kiss to the back of it. Then, his features turns serious. "But while you're here your safety is my responsibility."

I roll my eyes, I hate how he patronizes me. One would think I'm one of his little sisters too with how protective he can get. Actually, he's less overbearing toward his siblings, even Lucy and she's significantly younger than me! With my luck something bad will happen, I will be away from Peter, and then what? I will be left with the dagger toy he gave me. As soon as I get that sword in my hands, I'm not giving it back. I'm just going to have to prove my capability to Peter.

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Okay, so Edmund was right, some creatures don't like us! A black bear quite literally attacked Lucy! Fully charged at her and was going to eat her as a midday snack! That was until the DLF shot it with his arrow. DLF as in “Dear Little Friend.” His real name is Trumpkin, he’s the dwarf we saved from some Telmarines. Telmarines are apparently from another land in this world. They're human like us, but not friendly! I repeat not friendly!

Peter quickly grabs his little sister and pulls her to safety by me. I take her into my arms and comfort her as she cries. 

"I thought you said the animals could talk?!" I scream at Peter, rightfully distraught. 

"They can! I mean... they could..." Peter stammers, evidently just as lost as me.

“We... we just killed an innocent bear!” I stumble over my words. “We took an innocent animals life!”

“Innocent?! He was going to kill Lucy!” Edmund justifies it. 

“Y/N’s right!” Susan defends. “It clearly didn’t know any better!”  

“It was probably hungry!” Trumpkin shouts over all of us arguing. 

“Great! That makes me feel so much better!” I shout at the dwarf. 

"You've been away for a while... ” Trumpkin grumbles bitterly. 

He pulls his dagger and stabs the bear. I cover Lucy’s eyes so she doesn’t see the horrid sight. Peter notices me grimace and guides my face to hide in his chest. 

Was the stabbing really necessary?! It’s dead! 

“I think you'll find Narnia is a more savage place than you remember,” Trumpkin adds. 

"Oh lovely!" I sarcastically remark. "Looking forward to it!"

"Just stay close to me," Peter instructs, keeping one arm around me and the other around Lucy. 

"Don't have to ask me twice," I mutter, utterly afraid. 

Narnia is supposed to be this fairytale lovely land! There are pixies and stuff here! Where are the dancing trees?! Where are the people made of flowers?! I envisioned Neverland and I got a fence-less zoo! 

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Masterlist

#narnia #narinia imagine #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #king peter the magnificent #king peter x reader #prince caspian #prince capsian x reader

[inkandpen22]

Otherworldly Kings and Queens (1/?)

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Female!Reader / Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader  

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k 

Part Summary: Y/N and Peter have been best friends since they were little. She knows all about their ‘supposed’ adventure to Narnia last year. She’s not quite convinced... that is until she sees it with her own eyes. 

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“No Ed, I won’t do your English paper!" I nudge the boy on the side as we hurry to the train station.

“Oh come on, I’ll help you with your chemistry!” He rushes out.

“You’re haven’t even taken chemistry yet," I remind him. He's younger than me, what could his help possibly do for me?

Commotion in the stairwell of the train station interrupts our chatter. Edmund and I push through the crowd, afraid of the worst. Sure enough, I was right with my prediction as I watch Peter being tossed around like a rag doll. Edmund shoves me as he leaps past to join in the fight.

“Ed, no!” I yelp, reaching for his wrist.

He slips out of my grip with a yank. Susan and Lucy appear at my side, visibly as frustrated as me. Why must they always be getting into fights? After last year, when the four of them came back from the country, they were different. Peter was different. My life-long friend that was always levelheaded and determined had become impatient and spoke of fairytale lands. His ego has never faltered in over the decade that I’ve known him, but to believe himself a king is a bit much.

The familiar sound of the Military Polices’ whistles causes everyone to scatter. I, however, linger to wait for Peter.

“Y/N, come on!” Lucy tugs at my shirt.

“No, you go on,” I tell her and Susan.

“You’re going to get in trouble!” The eldest warns.

“What else is new? Your brother is always getting me in trouble,” I laugh.

Susan and Lucy run off to avoid getting written up for instigating. I'm always waiting for Peter after these things. Leaning against the wall, I watch as the MP grabs Peter by the collar and yank him up. He tells him off and shouts at Peter to grow up. Lord knows he needs to hear it from time to time. Solemnly, he goes and picks up his satchel. His eyes finally find me, having not realized I was even here until now. His eyes are wide at first like he’s been caught. Then, his features fall as guilt replaces surprise.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. I know he genuinely means it, but this attitude is getting old.

I try to knock some sense into him. “Be sorry to yourself. You’re better than this Peter!” I'm sure I sound nagy, but someone has to do it.

“I know, but he bumped me." Peter drapes his arm over my shoulder and begins to escort me to the train platform.

“So you punched him?” I grumble, having heard this story a million times.

“No," he remarks In a sassy tone. "He bumped me, was going to make me apologize, so then I hit him!”

I halt, making Peter stop a few steps ahead. He sighs dramatically, already knowing what's coming as he scans the station. His brother and sister sit on the bench just yards away. Lucy and Ed can't help but look, despite Susan's pestering.

“This isn’t a boxing ring! We’re just kids!” I shout to my best friend.

His head snaps in my direction. Oh great, here we go.

“I wasn’t always a kid, Y/N! You try growing up to be thirty and a full-fledged king only to be sent back as a kid and useless!” He yells in return.

Solemnly, I interlock our hands. He avoids my gaze until I place a hand on his cheek and make him look at me.

"You’re not useless," I tell him simply, calmer than before.

“I sure feel like it,” he grumbles.

“If you were I wouldn’t be so fond of you,” I smile.

His sea-blue eyes aren't as bright as they could be, but they're not gloomy at least. I need to remind myself to bring a comb with me to school for when Peter decides to get all raggedy. I brush some of his now disheveled hair back from his face. He reacts with a weak smile and brings his hand up to mine to interlock them. Calmly, he guides me over to the bench with the other Pevensies.

“Must you always be fighting?” Susan nags.

“Must you always be a know-it-all,” Peter fires back as we sit down beside each other.

“Takes one to know one,” Edmund adds to the mix.

“Enough you three,” I declare as Peter rests our hands on his lap. I turn my attention to the eldest sister beside me. “Who was that boy I saw you were speaking with?”

“Someone from school. I don’t want to talk about it,” She shifts uncomfortably.

“Ow!” Lucy suddenly yelps, flying up from the bench.

“Quiet Lu,” Susan grumbles.

“Something pinched me!” Lu points to the bench.

“Stop pulling!” Peter yells at Ed next to him.

“I'm not touching you!” His brother shouts defensively.

A sudden pinch to my bum makes me leap up from the bench like Lucy. “Honestly Peter!” I scold, brushing down my skirt.

He hurries to stand, wide-eyed. “It wasn’t me!”

"It feels like magic!" Lucy expresses enthusiastically.

“Everyone stop!” Susan barks, appearing at my side. “Quick hold hands.”

Peter immediately takes my hand. I do as Susan asked and slip mine into her's as well. Soon, we're all holding hands in a line facing the platform. I train zooms through the station at such a fast rate that it creates a gust of wind. People around us don't react to tiles flying off the walls or the metal beams being ripped from the ceiling. Panicked, I move my arm back to let go of Peter's hand. When he notices, his head snaps in my direction and he grips my hand tighter.

"Never let go!" He instructs sternly, almost sounding like a warning.  

“Peter, what’s happening?! What is this?!”

A glimmer of light flashing into my eyes from across the station captures our attention. I watch as what appears to be a sea coast begins to appear through the windows of the train. What was once the subway tiled wall is now stone. I glance down at our feet and there's no longer cement, but sand. Eventually, all remnants of the station are gone and we're standing in a cave beside a crystal blue sea. I turn my attention to the bright light of the sun pouring in from the entrance of the cave and the train disappears into it.

Susan lets go of my hand, but Peter remains squeezing mine. Anxiously, I slip my free hand around his arm. The Pevensies don't appear quite as awestruck as me, merely in a daze in fact. I follow their lead, walking toward the entrance of the cave. Lucy steps ahead, turning back to us with a bright smile. Then, she and Susan run off ahead giggling. Peter lets go of my hand and shoves Ed in the chest playfully before running off after the girls. Soon, the four of them are playing in the ocean, as glad as can be.

Still, in a bit of shock, I walk along to join them. Where are we?! How did that happen?! How are they so bloody calm?!

"We did it!" Lucy squeals as she splashes Peter.

“We’re back!” Ed gleams.

“I can’t believe we’re here!” Susan adds.

I kick off my shoes as they've done, but remain just ankle-deep in the water. “Where is here exactly?” I ask softly, internally debating whether I'm just dreaming.

“Narnia!” Peter laughs, visibly overjoyed.

My head shifts forward as I stare at my friend in disbelief. “Narnia?! The place you kept telling me about last year?! It’s real?!”

“You didn’t believe us?” Lucy questions.

“Didn't believe me?” Peter adds, peering at me with a hurt expression.

"Oh don't give me that. If I came up to you and told you I was a mermaid, would you believe me?" I ask as he approaches me.

The rest of the Pevensies continue their celebrating as Peter and I are evidently going to have it out again. Forgive me for not being quick to believe in fairytales. The blonde boy towers over me by nearly a foot and appears rather pleased about it at this moment.

"Perhaps... should we test and see if you really are one?" He snickers mischievously, his hard face fading away.

"What?"

He ignores my question, instead, Peter picks me up over his shoulder and carries me out into deep water. I squeal playfully swatting at his back to be let down.

"Peter! Peter no!" I laugh nervously which only encourages him.

In a second, he flings me into the deep water with a splash. The crystal blue waves encompass my body as the cold temperature electrified my skin. I push off the sandy clay-like floor and rise above the surface. The water comes up to just above my waist. Hands appear on my face and start to wipe the water away from my eyes. I recognize the laughter to be Peter's. My eyes flicker open and sure enough, my best friend stands in front of me soaking wet. I smirk and flick my hand across the water to splash him in the face.

I laugh, "paybacks!"

"Oh, you're going to get it!" He grins, already wrapping his arms around my waist.

It's true, all of it is true! I remember everything Peter told me, even if I didn't necessarily believe it, I listened.  I've known them practically my whole life, how could they possibly be existing in two worlds? I look at Peter and his siblings right now and all I see are kids. I can't envision them as monarchs! If all of it's true, Peter was once a man, a grown man! He's lived through so much and has far more life experience than I could ever imagine. I have so many questions!

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#narnia #narinia imagine #peter pevensie #king peter the magnificent #peter x reader #king peter x reader #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #prince caspian #prince capsian x reader

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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (5/?)

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader/ Prince Caspian x Female!Reader 

Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of death, angst, fluff 

Word Count: 3k

Part Summary: It’s the day before the castle raid. Y/N refuses to allow Peter to go without her and Peter refuses to let her go. Then, Y/N hears some serious news. 

A/N: as always, thank you for reading! Sorry for the delay! X

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“Y/N!” Peter's voice echos through the wood.

Caspian and I snap open our eyes and focus in the direction Peter's voice came from. Urgently, I shove Caspian off of me. He falls to the ground beside me with a grunt. I push myself up and jogs a few feet away to a nearby blueberry bush. I yank off a handful and pick up some of my skirt to use as a pouch. Behind me, Caspian rushes to act normal, sitting on the edge of the river with his sword. My katana lays randomly in the grass from where Caspian hand me pinned.

"Y/N where-"

Out of my peripheral vision, Peter appears from between the trees and spots me.

I glance up, acting casual. "Oh, afternoon," I greet as I continue picking berries.

He stops at my side and notices Caspian along the river. He glances between us, evidently trying to piece together what's going on.

"Where have you been?” He questions.

“I woke up early and decided to find some fruit so everyone can build their strength," I offer Peter the sweetest, most innocent, smile I can muster up.

“With him?” He growls, glaring at the back of Caspian's head.

Oh great, so this is how it's going to go.

“He was worried one of Miraz’s men might be spying on us and didn’t want me to go alone,” I explain reasonably to my best friend.

If that were true, Peter should be thanking Caspian for being so considerate.

“How thoughtful,” he grumbles instead.

Caspian stands up and marches toward us. “Peter, I think you can keep Y/N safe now. I’ll leave you two,” he bows his head respectfully before departing.

“Good idea,” Peter remarks sarcastically over his shoulder.

Caspian glares at the back of Peter's head as he turns back to me. I swear these two are so childish. Why do they hate each other so much? They've only just met!

“Peter, can you at least try to act civilly?” I sigh, giving him a pout.

“I don’t like him,” he states sternly as though it's fact.

“Ha! You don’t say!” I snicker.

As I go about my picking, Peter closes in on me and places his hand around my arm gently. When I peer up at him, he gives me a worried expression.

“I have to talk to you,” he whispers timidly.

My heart drops, he only acts this way when something's genuinely wrong.

“What about?” I ask though I'm afraid of the answer.

“The raid, it's happening tonight,” he tries to tell me delicately.

I drop the fabric of my dress and the fresh berries spill over the plush grass around our feet. Peter's life flashes before my eyes. Every memory we've ever shared, every moment. They all slip by with five simple words.

I snap, “Peter! You can’t honestly-”

He grabs my waist and uses his other hand to cover my mouth. I continue my muffled insults into his palm.

“I know you don’t approve! Y/N... I have to do this,” he sighs grimly.

My shouting ceases upon seeing his less than enthused demeanor. In fact, his eyes start to glisten. He really doesn't want to do this.

“They think I abandoned them, that I abandoned Narnia," he swallows hard. "I didn’t want to go! I would’ve stayed here and died a thousand years ago if I could!” He removes his hand from my mouth and brushes it over my cheek. “But I suppose that would’ve meant leaving you behind and neither option is ideal.”

“Please don’t do it,” I beg of him, finding it hard to ignore the tears welling up in my eyes.

“But I have to,” his voice cracks.

I grip the wrist of his hand that caresses my cheek pleadingly. “You don’t have to do anything!"

He releases me with a huff. His arms fall to his sides as he paces away back toward Aslan's How.

"You’re the King for Christ’s sake," I shout at him, trying to get through his thick skull as I march after him through the wood. "No one is forcing you to do this!

He spins on his heels and meets my gaze sharply. “I have to prove that Aslan was right to make me High King!”

I storm my way past Peter, shoving him in the chest in the process. Why must he be such a stubborn, arrogant, foul?!

"Y/N! Y/N, stop!" He requests borderline commands.

I hear his heavy boots crunch against the woods floor following me until we reach the meadow leading up to the How. Narnian soldiers, the Pevensies, and Caspian are all outside preparing for the raid tonight. Apparently, everyone knew but me! I guess that's what I get for leaving the war meeting early!

"Will you just stop for two seconds?!" Peter yells sternly.

I continue toward the archway leading into the How. Everyone's attention is pulled from their tasks as they hear their 'beloved King' shouting. His fingers slip their way around my wrist and he yanks me back to a halt. Peter moves in front of me blocking my path. His cheeks are red with aggravation and his breathing rapid.

"Why must you be so difficult?!" He barks.

"Why must you be such a know-it-all?!" I fire back.

"Here they go again," Edmund grumbles to Susan from the sidelines.

Peter and I snap out heads to the side in unison, "shut up Ed!"

The youngest boy holds his hands up in surrender, startled by the sudden assault.

I turn my focus back to Peter. “You’re playing fire with Peter," I say to him more calmly than I have been. "I just don’t want to see you get burned.”

"I won't," he assures, slipping his fingers from around my wrist to interlock with mine. "It'll all work out."

“If you go, I go,” I declare, that's that.

He groans, tossing his head back. "You’re not going!”

I snicker at him as if his word is going to stop me. “I’m definitely going!”

"You could get killed!" He warns.

"So you could!" I remind him of that harsh reality.

"I don't matter, you do!" He points at my chest.

I yank my hand free of his and start toward the How again. "If you die and I'm left here by myself, where does that leave me?!" I shout over my shoulder.

"You're not coming, final word!"

Walking backward, I shout at his King Peter the Arrogant. "I don't take orders from you!"

He marches toward me full speed, pointing at the ground aggressively. "You're in Narnia! You're on my land! So yes, you do listen to me!"

"Oh?" I laugh mockingly, storming toward him. "So now you start speaking like a king, too bad you're not mine!"

"Enough!" Susan appears between us, holding up her hands to divide us. "Goodness, you're like an old married couple!"

Peter and I glare past Susan into each other's eyes. Both of us panting to catch out-breath.  

"Separate yourselves!" Susan instructs sharply. "Now!"

"Fine!" Peter and I bark in unison, turning in our opposite directions and marching off.

"Stubborn woman!" Peter fires one last blow.

I laugh mockingly over my shoulder as I reach the archway to the How. "You're one to talk! You make Henry the Eighth look like a saint!" _________________________________ I sit on the edge of the cracked stoned table, admiring the engraving of Aslan on the wall ahead. I've never met Aslan, but when I look into his eyes I feel a sense of familiarity, a sense of comfort. I might've been here for hours, thinking, staring, trying to understand. Light footsteps in the distance creeping closer pull me from my absentminded daze.

"Go away Lucy," I announce.

"How'd you know it's me?" The young girl whines.

"I know the sound of your walk," I state monotonously.

The youngest Pevensie appears in my sight with a weak smile.

"Your perceptiveness scares me sometimes," she snickers, hopping up onto the pile of stone beside me.

I laugh lightly to myself. I suppose I am abnormally perceptive. I've never really thought about it before.

"He only gets so angry because he cares about you," Lu mutters.

"He berates me," I remark bitterly as my head falls low with a shake. "Speaks to me like a defenseless child."

"He doesn't see you that way. He loves-"

Before she can finish, her hands fly up to her mouth. My brows scrunch together and I turn my head to her. Her face is so stunned it's as if she's seen a ghost. Then, I start to process what she was trying to say, but just to be sure I double-check.

"He what?" I ask the girl with slight urgency.

"I wasn't supposed to tell you!" She hides her face in her hands.

I squeeze her shoulder, "tell me what Lu?!"

Her voice is muffled in her hands. "Peter might have told Edmund how he feels about you last night after you ran off during the meeting and he was worried when you didn't return. Peter was up half the night talking about it with Edmund."

My features subside as I listen to Lucy tell me everything. It's both a revelation and like a slap across the face. Swiftly, I hop down from the table to go find Peter. I have to hear it from him myself.

"He's already gone," Lu announces before I even make it to the hall.

I skid to a halt and gasp. "What?!"

"Peter and the others, they've already left for the raid," she pouts.

I growl, jumping up and down in frustration. "That stubborn, self-righteous, ass!"

"Y/N!" Lu ridicules.

"Sorry Lu, a little irritated at the moment!" I rush out.

"Well, there's no point in going out there. It's safer in here. Stay and try to get some rest," she speaks wisely like an old woman.

"Fine, fine," I pace over as I comb my fingers through my hair.

How am I supposed to sleep when everyone is off fighting? The Narnians, Susan, Edmund, Peter, and Caspian, they're all being fired at left and right while Lucy and I sit here waiting. It's unbearable. Peter and Caspian engulf my mind. I hold enough grief and worry for the both of them, so much so that it nearly makes me burst. Please, to the universe, to whoever will listen, don't let anything happen to them.   _____________________________ Lucy has fallen asleep with her head in my lap as I play with her hair and sing old lullabies my mother used to sing to me, at least one of us could get some sleep. It's been hours now. The hours feel like days. The old songs and dim firelight of the torches bring me some comfort, but not enough to subside the worry.

Suddenly, the horn to signal everyone's return blows through the How. Lucy perks up in my lap and meets my gaze.

"That's them," she gasps.

Lucy and I leap down from the table, sprinting toward the entrance of the structure. I can't run fast enough, the distance feels ten miles longer than normal. Lucy tries to keep up, but she's shorter and I sprint faster than I ever have. The early signs of sunrise creep into the How from the archway leading outside. My feet smack against the stone path as I hurry up the incline to the valley. Instantly, my sights on the small herd of soldiers returning, Caspian and Peter leading the way.

"Peter!" I call, running toward him.

"Y/N!" His eyes light up as he drops his sword.

The two of us meet halfway and he pulls me into his chest. His arms engulf me as he lifts me off the ground.

"You selfish boy!" I cry into his shoulder. "Don't ever leave me like that again!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" He pants, squeezing me tighter than he ever has.

He lowers me to the ground gently, his hand instantly caressing my cheek. I immediately start checking his face and limbs for any injuries.

"Are you hurt?! Cuts, bruises, broken bones?!" I rush out.

"No, no, I'm fine," he laughs.

I smack him on the chest. "God, I was so mad at you!"

"Was?" he raises a brow with a smirk.

"I'm still angry, but glad you're still breathing," I sigh, stepping into his embrace again.

He plants a kiss on the top of my head and rests his chin on top of it. I ease into his chest as his hand rubbing up and down my back comfortingly.

"What happened?" Lucy mumbles behind us from the archway of the How.

I step back from Peter's embrace but remain in his arms as I peer up at him.  

"Ask him," he grumbles, glaring over at Caspian.

"Peter, I mutter his name warningly.

"Me?!" Caspian challenges Peter furiously. "You could've called it off! There was still time!"

Peter's arms fall from me and he steps up to Caspian, getting in his face. I reach for his hand, trying to pull him back.

"No, there wasn't, thanks to you!" Peter barks. "If you kept to the plan, those soldiers might be alive!" He turns his back to Caspian and squeezes my hand as he guides me toward the How.

"If you'd stayed here like I suggested, they definitely would be!" Caspian digs deeper.

Peter growl, whipping back around to start again. His hand yanks itself free from mine.

"Peter!" I call to which he ignores.

"You called us, remember?!" He reminds Caspian bitterly.

"My first mistake!" The prince hisses between his teeth lowly.

"No! Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people," Peter laughs mockingly.

"I am not the one who abandoned Narnia!" Caspian fires and my jaw drops.

"You invaded Narnia!" Peter points at him sharply. "You have no more right to lead it than Miraz does!"

Caspian walks past me toward the How, his eyes glance at me pitifully.

"You, him, your father..." Peter continues. "Narnia's better off without the lot of you!"

Caspian screams and draws his sword, pointing it at Peter. Peter follows suit, ready to draw his blade into Caspian.

"Stop it!" Edmund shouts.

Peter and Caspian direct their focus behind them toward the noise. One of the centaurs reveals an injured and unconscious Trumpkin. Susan runs to him as Edmund helps the dwarf to the ground.

"Lucy, go help him," I instruct Lucy behind me, knowing her healing cordial will save him.

Cautiously, I wrap my hands around Peter's arm. "Let's go for a walk," I suggest quietly to steady him away from the conflict.

My eyes flicker to Caspian's as Peter turns and presses his palm to my back, leading me to the river. I wish there were two of me so I could speak to both, yet Caspian did hit below the belt when he accused Peter of abandoning Narnia. _______________________________________ Peter and I settle along the rushing river on the plush, pillowy grass. I rest my head on his shoulder and he rests his head above mine. Intertwined, one of his hands holds mine in his lap and his other armrests behind me.

"I'm not going to ask you to talk about it," I mumble as I focus on the ripples in the water. "You can tell me ready you're ready. We can just sit here if you'd like."

He nods. He's been silent the entire walk here.

"I do wish to say just one thing if you don't mind. I promise it won't upset you. It's something my mother told me once,"  I swallow hard, worried he may refuse.

He nods slowly.

I sigh, recalling the poem my mother told me many times before after we heard my father wasn't returning home. "Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God."

"Do you truly believe that?" Peter finally breaks his silence, rubbing his fingers gently playing with mine.

"I have to," I shrug solemnly. "How else is there to cope? Wisdom comes from life and in life, there's both pain and pleasure, a balance."

"Who said it?" He wonders.

"Jerry, our milkman," I joke wittily, trying to lighten the mood.

Peter snickers, finally breaking free of his gloom, even if for only a moment.

"No, I'm just kidding. It's Aeschylus. My father used to read his poetry to me," I admit, a smile creeping across my lips.

"Is that why you were so against the raid? Your father," he whispers as though the word is taboo.

I nod, "amongst other things. I couldn't imagine losing you. My world wouldn't be my world without you in it. Even when I'm in this foreign land, I'm not entirely afraid or feel out of place because you're here with me."

Peter lifts his head from mine and tucks his fingers under my chin for me to meet his gaze. His eyes are glassy with emotion.

"That's how I feel," he mutters softly. "So you understand why couldn't risk having you come?"

"Somewhat, but you could've said goodbye at least," I remind him of my annoyance with his actions.

"I couldn't bear to," he confesses to my surprise. "If you were there, I wouldn't have been able to go."

Silently, I wrap my arms around his neck and bring myself into his chest. His arms snake around my waist. I don't care anymore about our fight yesterday. I'm just happy he's alive.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles against my neck.

"I am too," I whisper.

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Tags: @blackbirddaredevil23 @rangergranger11 @hyperactiveravenclaw

#narnia #narinia imagine #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #prince capsian x reader #king peter the magnificent #peter #peter pevensie x reader

[inkandpen22]

Otherworldly Kings and Queens (3/?)

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader  / Prince Caspian x Female!Reader  

Warning: violence 

Word Count: 2.2k 

Part Summary: Y/N is finding Narnia hard to adjust to thus far. While resting for the night, Lucy and Y/N have a heart-to-heart that gets her thinking. Then, someone comes that adds even more complications to the mix. 

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We walk along the cliffside that leads down to the rushing river below. Back when the Pevensies were here last, the river leads them to the part of wood we’re seeking. Now, the water is lower than it once was and the land has risen. We have to figure out a new way.

I walk ahead with Lucy, strolling along the edge so she doesn’t accidentally slip. I see a bit of land that branches out a bit further than the rest. I step cautiously onto it and peer over the side to see the shimmer waves rushing down the river. 

“Let’s try down the river,” Peter suggests as I admire the water. “Y/N!” he calls for me to follow.

Everyone starts to head back the way we came. I move to join then, but then I see something move across the ridge.

“Aslan?” Lucy hurries up to my side to get a better look.

I focus on my sights to get a better look. Then, my heart sinks. That’s a bloody lion! That’s ginormous lions!

I release a loud scream and stumble back from the edge. I trip over a rock and fall to the grass. Frantically, I scoot back away from the humongous animal.

“Aslan!” Lucy squeals in excitement. “It’s Aslan over there!”

“Lion! Big, fat, lion!” I repeat frantically. “Peter!” I scream.

Peter helps me up and brushes down my dress calmly. I grip onto any fabric on him that I can. I don’t feel like becoming lunch like that bear was going to make of Lucy.

“You saw him too!” Lucy whips her head around, a bright smile on her face.

“I saw a giant lion!” I correct the girl.

“That’s Aslan!” Lucy explains.

“Aslan is a ginormous lion?! I imagined an old wise looking man!”

When the Pevensies spoke of Aslan they spoke of such wisdom and incredible leadership, not a bushy mane! Peter most of all praised Aslan and practically worshiped him. Aslan is the leader of Narnia, its’ protector! I just assumed he was human, how silly of me!

“Do you see him now?” Trumpkin looks at me as if I’m mad.

“We’re not crazy,” Lucy defends.

“Eh, I don’t know, Lu,” I laugh nervously. “I’m feeling kind of crazy right about now!”

“Why didn’t I see him?” Peter questions his little sister.

“Maybe you weren’t looking,” she guesses.

“How could Y/N see him?” Edmund jumps in. “I mean, she doesn’t even know Aslan.”

“She must believe in him,” Lucy reasons confidently as if it’s obvious.

“But I didn’t even fully believe in Narnia! How could I believe in a massive lion that talks?!” I rush out, still clinging to Peter for dear life.

“I… I don’t know,” Lucy admits softly. “I suppose you’ve always believed without realizing it.”

“Right…” I swallow hard, not fully convinced.

I glance back at the trees where I saw that massive lion only to see no said animal. This is all too much, I’m losing my marbles! The sooner we get home, the less chance I’ll have of admitting myself to a loony bin.

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Once night falls, we camp out beneath the stars. I’ve never been camping back home, at least not fully outside with nothing but fire. The others seem to have no problem with sleeping so exposed. I supposed they’re used to it still, having lived in Narnia for so many years. However, Peter does sleep with his hand on his sword between us. Restless, I roll over to my side. My eyes land on Lucy starring up at the sky with her hands interlocked on her stomach.

“Hey, Lu?” I whisper.

She glances over at me. “Y/N, I hadn’t noticed you were awake too!” She smiles and flips onto her side too.

My brows scrunch together as thought continues to trouble me. “Could I ask you something?”

“Anything,” she giggles lightly.

I nervously pick at blades of grass. “Why do you think I could see Aslan? I mean, Edmund had a good point, I’ve never met him.”

“I don’t know Y/N... I wish I did,” she frowns.

I sigh, laying back down toward the sky. “It’s just all so strange.”

“What is? Being here or the fact that it exists?” Lucy examines, sounding like a shrink. I have a nine-year-old therapist.

“Both,” I answer her quietly.

“Are you happy to be here? Peter seems rather pleased about it,” she snickers with a cheeky grin etched across her lips.

I prop myself up on my forearms and peer over at her curiously. “What do you mean?”

She gives me a knowing look. “You’re kidding, right? You don’t see the way he looks at you?!”

I scoff, waving a hand at her dismissively. “Oh come now Lucy, you know Peter and I are just friends.”

“Does he know that?” She states rather witty.

“Well, I’m sure...”

I hesitate, glancing over at the sleeping boy just a few feet away. He turns onto his side unconsciously and reaches out his arm in my direction. Had I been sleeping closer, he would’ve reached me.

“Surely he must....”

I don’t finish my sentence, starting to question everything I thought I knew about me and Peter.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated Y/N,” Lucy reasons a matter-of-factly.

Things are always so black and white in her eyes. It must be nice to be so young.

I settle back down onto the grass, facing Peter. Resting my head over my hands, I watch him sleep peacefully for a moment. His hand is just mere inches from reaching me resting in the grass. I reach out and place mine over his gently.

Is it really true? Could Lucy be right? It wouldn’t be the first time. Though she’s the youngest, she challenges Susan for the wisest. It’s only that Peter and I have been friends for so long, most of our lives! To be more than that... I mean don’t get me wrong, of course, it’s crossed my mind here and there over the years. If it were truly a thing to consider... I wouldn’t know what to do or say. Everything’s just happening so fast. All I know is I couldn’t bear to lose him if it were to go wrong.

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I watch the sky change slowly as the sun begins to rise. I tried sleeping, didn’t exactly work. I was merely laying and resting my eyes waiting to be attacked by something. I have Edmund’s katana and Peter’s sword on either side of me, but still, nature hasn’t proved to be my friend here in Narnia. I rise from my position quietly and glance around our camp to see everyone asleep peacefully. I pick up my katana and head out to search the nearby wood.

I will admit, the woods are rather peaceful. We haven’t run into anything fierce since the bear. Though, I would argue, Aslan should be considered in that category. Until I have a conversation with the beastie myself, I’m counting him as horrifying.

Maybe I can find some berries or apples around her as I found at Cair Paravel. I can survive a day without food, but I know how Peter and Ed get when they don’t eat. Then again, watch me pick some poisonous berries. Suddenly, there’s a snap of a branch in the distance and I reach for my sword around my waist cautiously.

An arm wraps as a hand covers my mouth. I’m yanked to the ground and tugged behind a fallen tree. I scream, but the sound is muffled. Then, Peter reveals his face beside me. I relax immediately and he removes his hand. He nudges his head to direct me to look over the tree. We peer over the trunk, Peter’s chest pressed against my back and his hand resting on my waist tightly. After my conversation with Lu, I’m not hyperaware of Peter’s touch. Now I’m left wondering what it means to me.

I snap myself out of my mind and see an armed minotaur crossing the woods just yards away.

“Not a friend?” I whisper over my shoulder, peering at Peter who’s eyes remain on the beast.

His eyes flicker to mine and I comprehend how closer we are just now. He shakes his head slightly. “No, not a friend,” he mutters.

The minotaur grunts, causing Peter and me to whip our heads in its direction. It was simply having a look around, but that doesn’t mean anything to my heart that’s pounding in my chest.

Quietly, Peter shuffles back and signals to me to stay quiet. I shake my head frantically and reach for his arm, pleading with him not to do anything rash.

“Peter, no! Don’t hurt it!”

He doesn’t listen to me of course, instead, he draws his sword and creeps out from behind the tree. Idiot! I swear if he gets killed I’m going to kill him!

I watch from behind the fallen tree as Peter cautiously approaches the minotaur. Then, out of nowhere, a dark-haired boy appears from between the trees. His sword nearly decapitates Peter.

Oh great and he’s a Telmarine! I can tell by his armor! What do I do?! What do I do?! Oh, forget this fussing! I have a katana and a dagger, two against one are decent odds! Peter will be angry with me for risking my safety, but hey I will have saved his life!

I leap out from behind the old fallen trunk as I reveal my katana from its sheath. “No! Stop!” I cry out.

Peter and the Telmarine direct their attention my way, coming to a halt. Peter glares at me, evidently angry that I revealed myself, how predictable. My eyes flicker to the Telmarine. As our eyes meet, my entire perspective changes. I lower my sword, no longer feeling threatened. In fact, I've never felt safer. The Telmarine soldier drops his sword. My heart starts to race, but not for the same reason as before.

Then, chatter and growling ignite around us, breaking me from the trance I fell into. Creatures of all sorts rush us, weapons drawn. Dwarfs, centaurs, minotaurs, jaguars, cheetahs, everything under the sun practically.

"Peter!" I rush to his side and he steps in front of me to protect me from the Telmarine.

The Telmarine switches his focus between Peter and me just behind his shoulder. Soon, the other Pevensies and Trumpkin rush over, likely having heard all of the commotions from camp.

Peter narrows his eyes at the boy. “Prince Caspian?”

Upon hearing Peter's question, I relax and step out from behind him. Is he really Prince Caspian, the boy Trumpkin told us blew the horn? He's the reason we're here?

The raven-haired boy glances down at the sword in his hand and a surprised expression appears across his features. “High King Peter?”

“I believe you called,” Peter remarks

“Well, yes,” Caspian nods. "But... I thought you'd be older."

"Well if you'd like, we can come back in a few years" Peter presses a hand to my back, ready to lead me away.

"No, no that's alright!" Caspian rushes out. "You're just... You're not exactly what I expected." His eyes flicker between all of us until they land on me and linger.

"Neither are you," Edmund interjects, starring at a minotaur defensively.

"A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes," a badger voices wisely.

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. "Did that badger just talk?!" I say under my breath, earning a laugh from Peter who overheard me.

Then, a mouse scurries up to the two of us with a sword in hand. It offers its sword and allegiance to Peter proudly. Okay, now I've seen it all!

"He's so cute!" I whisper in Peter's ear.

The mouse jumps, waving his sword. "Who said that?!"

"Sorry!" I apologize. "I meant no offense!"

"Oh! Your majesty, with the greatest respect," he bows. "I do believe courageous, courteous, or chivalrous, might more of a fit for a knight of Narnia."  

"Thank you... Sir," I decide on, unsure if that's correct. "But I'm not a queen. I'm just a friend!"

“Are you a Narnian?” Prince Caspian asks behind me.

I raise a brow, "do I look like a faun to you?” I snicker, taking it back. “Actually, don’t answer that.” 

Caspian laughs and a grin settles on his lips. I hear Peter and the others speaking around us, but none of it processes. The world sort of goes quiet as I stare into Caspian jet black eyes. They're like dots of pure ink that glisten whenever a light flashes their way.

Peter lowers his face to my level. “Shall we?”

I nod absentmindedly and glance back at Caspian as Peter ushers me in the direction everyone's headed. His jaw clenches and I can see him glaring at Peter as he picks up his sword from the ground. Okay, so these two won't be best friends, noted. Peter keeps me close, an arm over my shoulders every step of the way. He doesn't look at me, but I know he can tell my eyes are on him. Instead, he just stares right ahead, face stern. I want to ask him what's on his mind, but I'm afraid of the consequences. I hate to see Peter so crossed. I hate to see Peter fighting. I'm worried, I'll admit it. I'm scared that someone's going to get hurt or worse, killed. If... If I lose Peter... I don't know. I have absolutely no idea what I'll do.

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