#Did it again and also got caspian

[dizzybizz]

mostly jrwi riptide but also @bardace's oc forts is here

[iridescent-moon]

i got super bored and made this short quiz

[sykestarot]

what is your destiny?

1-2-3 (left to right)

I DO NOT OWN THESE IMAGES

Hi everyone, welcome to this weeks reading! I was called to do a destiny reading this week! Lmk if it resonates! Also I wanna credit the artist for these pictures that I used! They are Gawki here on tumblr and Instagram I just really loved the style of these unicorns. Anyways enjoy and thanks for stopping by!

Pile 1

"force my eyes into the pictures" (6 of swords; 4 of wands (rx); ace of pentacles; 7 of cups (rx); 8 of pentacles; The Hermit) Hi pile 1! I hope you guys are doing well! For you guys I see that you have a hard time either accepting your destiny or you don’t believe that destiny is at play. In terms of you believing that you make everything happen in your life. However I see that you��ve been trying to start new journeys for yourself and they haven’t exactly been panning out or been as lucrative as you thought they would be. That’s because your destiny in this lifetime is to learn flow and let things come to you. For example maybe you really wanted a promotion and you worked extra hard all of the time for it but someone else got the promotion you wanted without even trying because they were in a state of receiving. I’m not sure if this is making sense because the universe doesn’t not want you to work hard, it’s more like take a break and see what comes to you during that break. If you are constantly manifesting then there is no room to reap the benefits of your manifestations. I hope that makes sense, however in this reading I do feel underlying notes of you feeling like you're destined to be married to your work and be alone romantically, maybe even in terms of friends. This is another example of you not having space for other people because you put your work so far ahead of everything else including yourself. Are you a Capricorn? LOL. But I feel like you’ve lived many lives like this so in this life it’s time to put less value on monetary possessions and material things. Nurture your emotional self and you will be paid back more than you could ever imagine. Stop fighting against the grain and go with it. Work with the universe and yourself, not just the societal norms that you think you should be doing. I see you have a beautiful big house but it’s empty and you don't feel fulfilled because you don’t have anyone to enjoy it with you know? I believe in you though Pile 1! You can totally do it! Signs: youthful; cars; f1; soft grass; ponies; daisies; cameras; photography; 777; calabasas; office building; new york flat; city lights; bustling streets

Pile 2

"is it wrong of me to want this?" (queen of pentacles; ace of pentacles; 2 of swords; 10 of wands (rx); two of cups; 9 of wands (rx)) Hello pile 2!! Your energy is so fun and fresh. I’ve been cheesing the whole time I was channeling. Anyways about your destiny, did you just meet a romantic prospect recently? Or maybe you have a new coworker or friend in your circle?? I know you can feel the tension between the two of you. This is a heavily destined connection for you in this life, I feel like you and this have felt each other's energy for a long time but now you are in physical proximity to each other and you can just cut the tension with a knife. Now I don’t want you to feel any type of pressure to feel you have to be with this person in case you or them aren’t ready for anything but you guys are meant to cross paths now for a reason. There’s not much I can say on the way the relationship will play out and be in the future for you but I can say that this person will teach you how to let down your walls and trust again. Maybe you’ve been alone for a long time, or had a really bad break up that changed how you function sexually, or emotionally. This person is here to show you a softness that you’ve forgotten. I also feel like this person wants to worship the ground you walk on because they just can sense the divine energy you carry. I also feel the need to tell you that you do deserve a person who worships all that you do because you have done so much work in this life, whether for yourself or for others. You deserve to be the center of someone else’s universe just like how you make other people the center of yours. Also I do feel like this person watches you on social media and just adores everything that you do. I’m not getting creepy energy and this definitely feels reciprocal for both of you. This person wants to give you the world on a silver platter. They also want you to be able to feel safe enough to be vulnerable and they will go at your pace and match you where you are. They feel that you’ve been hurt before and just want to kiss it better. But also they wanna do so many 18+ things with you. Like genuinely they find you to be irresistible, but I feel like they just love everything you do pile 2! Signs: red energy; sexual tension; love; musical theater; red lipstick; opera; singers?; dark rooms; red wine; femme fatale; high heels; soft touches; stolen glances

Pile 3

"ooh i care i care i care" (2 of swords (rx); king of cups (rx); 7 of wands; 8 of wands; ace of swords (rx); Death (rx)) Hi Pile 3! So this one’s a bit of a harder message so please take a moment before you read and check on yourself if you are ready to receive this message. No hard feelings if you can’t! Always put your mental health first. Now I’ll hop into the message at hand. I see for you guys your destiny is to accept the changes in your life. However I see that for most of the changes in your life you have refused to accept them and then blamed the universe for hating you. You actively choose not to change and wonder why there is no growth in your life. I feel like you are tired of how monotonous your life is but you choose to not add any color to it. I can feel your want to go and change things but you are frozen in fear of change for whatever reason. Change overall is a very scary prospect, especially if you are most comfortable in patterns and are very direct in the way that you function. However I feel you guys being frustrated and feeling like everyone else is getting things that you wanted or that they are ahead of you in life, but instead of making an active change in your life you sit and throw yourself a pity party. Then instead of taking the blame and accepting the fact that you aren’t trying to reach your goals you blame the universe, and it’s just a very vicious cycle. I think there’s a small part of you that acknowledges it but not enough to work on the shadow. I think all in all your destiny is to face the change, want the change, and make the change. I feel you want to do all these things, it’s in your soul. Facing a rebirth of the self is always challenging and scary. If you feel like the change will make you lose yourself, maybe that’s exactly what you need? I also want to stress that if you’re not ready for something then it won’t happen, but if the universe decides you are it will be much harder of a rebirth than if you chose it for yourself. I feel that you have lots to think about in terms of how to rebirth yourself. I also feel like you overextend too much for people who don’t care about you in the same way. For this pile I feel like the destined path is to choose to grow out of a place you have been in too long. Such as a friend group, small town, relationship, or family. I believe in you pile 3, change is scary but you have so much time to truly bloom, let yourself have that. Signs: purple; snakes; ribbons; coquette fashion; ocean breeze; violin; pink; smiles; meadows; bunnies; ethereal vibes; angels; church; small town; trailers; dirt roads

[oneawkwardwriter]

Hi i love ur writing. Sorry this is long but could you do a Caspian x pevensie!reader whose susan’s twin and like he chose her over susan and like they meet in prince caspian and fall in love and he “proposes” but then she can’t come back to narnia.

BUT THEN… she goes back with E Lucy and Eustace(whose kinda her enemy in a funny way) for some reason and she’s with Caspian and it’s just them on the Dawn Treader and Lucy tells caspian how sad she’s been the year they were back.

Can it just be really angsty and fluffy at the same time🤭🤭

Sorry this is long i just love ur writing💋💋

Prove Her Wrong

pairing: Dawn Treader!King Caspian x Pevensie!fem!reader warnings: angst obviously, dw it's also fluffy, mentions of drowning (no one actually does, but it feels like it for a moment), amicable banter, pining, regretting decisions, use of y/n (I'm so sorry) summary: both you and caspian have been miserable a/n: aahh, I love this idea so much! Also, thank you for giving me an excuse to watch the movies again, really needed that. I did kind of twist the plot to make it fit better, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Sorry it took this long to write it, my schedule's been packed for the last couple of weeks, I hope the fic makes up for it. wc: 2.6k

It had all happened too fast to comprehend. One second, you're standing in your cousin's room looking at a painting. The next, you're engulfed in a massive ocean trying to keep your head above the surface.

Too busy looking for the younger children, you hadn't even noticed the change in the atmosphere. Everything had gotten a little brighter, the air more fresh, the sky more clear. But you were preoccupied trying to make it out alive as the currents tried to pull you below the surface.

"Lucy!? Edmund!?" You yell out with what little breath you had left. "Eustace!? Anyone, where are you!?"

Somewhere to your right (or left, seeing as you had no sense of direction anymore), you heard a faint voice you recognised as your younger sister calling out for you.

"Lucy!" You manage to get out as you try to swim towards her. As you come closer, you were able to make out the two boys as well.

"What happened, where are we?" Eustace calls out, arms flailing around him as he tries to keep his head above water.

You share a fleeting look with your younger brother and sister, and something in your gut tells you you know exactly where you are.

"We're back, aren't we?" Edmund asks, confirming your suspiscion. But before you can answer his question, a ship dooms up, and it was approaching you rapidly.

"Swim!" You shouted, trying to put a safe distance between you and the ship while also trying to keep the others closeby.

You heard a few loud plunges into the water, and when you turned around for a moment, you saw some of the crewmembers swimming towards you. A moment later, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist.

"It's alright, I've got you." An all too familiar voice reassures you. You turned around, only to be met with a slightly older version of the man you had been forced to leave behind the last time you had left Narnia.

"Caspian..." You say breathlessly as you look into his eyes.

"Y/n..." He responds, equally out of breathe and clearly both surprised and confused to see you here.

Together with the other crewmates, he helps you onto the ship, even Eustace who is screaming fire and demanding to back to England. Someone hands you a warm blanket, which you gladly accept and drape around your shoulders. You glance at Caspian, and for a moment your gazes lock, before he is pulled away by Edmund.

"Did you call for us?" He asks, to which Caspian shakes his head.

"No, I didn't. Not this time, at least," Caspian answers, glancing over to you once more as he does.

You're interrupted by a shrieking Eustace, who is swatting away a large mouse sitting on his chest.

"Get this filthy animal off of me!" He screeches as he scrambles backwards.

"Pretty sure that mouse is far cleaner than you are, Eustace," You say as you roll your eyes and shake your head. "It's good to see you again, Reepicheep."

"It is a delight to see you as well, Your Majesties," He responds, bowing down for a moment.

Caspian walks up to the stairs that lead to the quarterdeck and addresses the crew. "Men, behold our castaways: Edmund the Just, Lucy the Valient and Y/n the Righteous; High King and Queens of Narnia."

All the men on the ship went down on their knees and bowed deeply in respect of you. No matter how many times you had been called Queen, it always sent shivers down your spine.

Caspian led the three of you towards the King's quarters, which doubled as his study, leaving Eustace in the care of the crew, who had fainted when he had seen Tavros the minotaur. You had been given some dry clothes that fit you like a glove, although your shirt was a little big and had a vaguely familiar scent to it.

In the middle of the room, a huge map of Narnia was sprawled out across the table. You scanned over it, your finger absently tracing the coastal lines as you lightly smiled to yourself. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but you had missed being here when you were back in England.

With Peter and Susan off to America, you been left to stay at your aunt and uncle's house with your younger siblings. At first, you had thought it wildly unfair to be stuck in England whilst your older brother and twin-sister got to live with your parents across the Atlantic ocean.

Eventually, you had calmed down and accepted your fate. Most of the time, you could be found lightly fidgeting with the one possession you had been able to take back with you from your last adventure in Narnia; a simple silver ring you kept on a piece of string around your neck. It reminded you of a time where you didn't feel like the second option, a feeling that haunted you often when being compared to your twin.

"It has been three years since we won Narnia back from my uncle," Caspian explains as he points towards the map, "There is peace in the entire country now."

"And have you found yourself a Queen in those three years?" Lucy asks, making you look up from the map. She truly didn't mean any harm with the question, but Edmund lightly nudges her side and gives her a stern look.

"No," Caspian says with a light chuckle to alleviate the tension, "not one to compare with your sister..."

"Hang on," Edmund interrupts, "But if there's no wars to fight, and no one's in trouble... then why are we here?"

"That's a good question. I've been asking myself the same thing," Caspian answers. "Before I tried to take the throne back from my uncle, he went after my father's closest advisors, the seven Lords of Telmar. They fled to the Lone Islands, but no one has heard from them since."

"So you think something's happened to them?"

"Well, if it has, it's my duty to find out," Caspian says rather solemnly. He looks over at you, trying to get a read on you, but your eyes are glued to the map in front of you.

"What's east of the Lone Islands?" Lucy asks, pointing towards the map where it just says The Great Eastern Ocean.

"Unchartered waters," Drinian, the captain, answers. "Things you could barely imagine. Tales of sea serpents and worse..."

"Sea serpents?" Edmund asks, his face lighting up at the sound of something dangerous to battle against.

"Alright, Captain, that's enough of your tall tales," Caspian interrupts. "You are free to go wherever you want on this ship, it is as much yours as it is mine."

It's a silent cue for Edmund and Lucy to go with the captain and explore the ship, while you stay in the quarters, leaning against the table, your eyes still locked on the parchment. After the door shuts, Caspian speaks up once again.

"Can you at least look at me?" He asks, his voice much softer and hesitant now. "Please?"

You lightly sigh as you look up at him, your eyes instantly finding his. "I'm sorry I left," You say truthfully, even though you sound rather defeated.

"Don't apologise, I- I shouldn't have asked you to stay." This time, it's Caspian who lets his head fall and gaze upon the map. "I knew you couldn't, yet I asked you anyway. I am sorry, for putting you in that position, that was selfish."

"It's alright," You somewhat reassure him, "Aslan knows I would have been just as selfish had roles been reversed. But we can't change the past, and we mustn't let it stand in the way of our future." You take a deep breath as you take a step closer to him. "You deserve a bright future filled with happiness, Caspian. Don't let me stand in the way of that by holding onto something that can't be."

It's the right thing to say, the logical thing to say. You're from a different world, there's no way of knowing if you'll be able to stay in this one after the adventure is over. It guts you to the core to walk out of the King's quarters, it tears your heart apart, but you try to shake it off as you go out onto the main deck.

Luckily for you, you're able to take your mind off of it when you notice your cousin Eustace talking to a regular seagull.

"What on Earth are you doing talking to a bird?" You say, a somewhat smug tone laced in your voice. You're called the Righteous, not the Humble, and for good reason.

"I just assumed that-" Eustace begins, his face turning a light shade of pink.

"That just because a mouse can talk, so must a bird?" Maybe it's a coping mechanism for the shattered heart in your chest, but you let out a light chuckle. "Oh cousin, you have a lot to learn about how things work here. Good to know you can't claim to be the smartest person in every realm." You shake your head and hear a few crewmen chuckle along.

The sky gets darker as the evening falls, and the crew celebrates the your arrival with festive spirits. Sea shanties are sung, dancing goes hand in hand with a lot of laughter and a couple of bottles of liquor are brought out.

Despite the gloomy thoughts that have been haunting you for the day (and the days before that), you laugh and leap along with the crewmen. Even Eustace loosens up a little, although keeping it modest. The only one who seems unaffected by the joyious celebrations is the king, who sits on the staircase and watches the others, or rather, watches you.

At some point, he is joined by Lucy, who due to her young age can't participate in the drinking and adult activities. She sits down next to him and keeps quiet for a little while, before speaking up.

"What's bothering you, Caspian?" She asks softly. "Is it the Lords?"

"For the first time in a long time, it actually isn't, my friend," He says truthfully, letting out a sigh. "It feels like even when she is this close, she is still worlds away."

He didn't have to say your name in order for Lucy to understand. It's the same way you didn't need to mention his whenever she would find you staring mindlessly at the wall or out the window back in England. You would always have that same tragic look in your eyes while you fidgeted with the ring around your neck, no matter how hard you would try to mask it whenever Lucy got your attention.

"You know, she feels the same way right now," Lucy responds, feeling incredibly sorry for both your misery.

"She's evidently better at coping with it than I am." The words came out more bitter than intended, but Lucy couldn't really blame him.

"Out here, maybe. But back in England," She refrained from saying 'back at home', never having been able to call it home when she had missed Narnia too much. "Back in England, she was a mess. A beautiful, poised and collected mess, but crumbling down on the inside."

Caspian didn't speak up, but simply looked sorry and felt even more remorseful than he already had.

"She kept the ring, you know," Lucy continues, "Oh, she would never say it out loud, but it was obvious she regretted leaving Narnia, leaving you most of all. I'm pretty sure she would give anything to stay this time around, if you'd ask her again."

"She told me to let go of a future with her, said she didn't want to stand in the way of my happiness," Caspian argues solemnly, "Sounded a lot like she wanted to move on from all of this."

"That's what she thinks is the right thing to do, because it makes more sense," Lucy counters. "Prove to her that it isn't."

With that, she stands up from the stairs and walks out into the crowd. Turning around one last time, she says:

"Oh, and maybe do something about the beard, it might remind her of the man she fell in love with."

Caspian lightly rolls his eyes at her comment, but decides to take her up on it nonetheless when he retired to the barracks below deck. For the sake of privacy, he had given his quarters to you and Lucy to stay in while you were on the ship.

Later that night, when everyone was passed out in their beds, Caspian went onto the deck to get some fresh air, where he soon notices you, leaning on the railing while you looked up at the stars.

"Still having trouble sleeping?" He asks as he stands next to you.

"Insomnia doesn't go away so easily, it seems," You softly chuckle, having to do a double take when you notice he has shaved. "I was almost getting used to that beard, but I'm glad you shaved it off any way."

"What is it with the hostility against my facial hair?" Caspian comments as he raises an eyebrow at you. "I thought it made me look ruggedly handsome."

"Who'd you have to look ruggedly handsome for before we showed up today?" You ask in a mocking way, making you lightly snicker when Caspian takes on a defensive tone. "Oh, stop it, I was merely teasing."

"Teasing, are you now?" He asks, a mischievous glint sparking up in his eyes as he leans in just a little. "That's not very Queen-like behaviour, now is it?"

You lightly sigh, letting your head fall for a moment before you speak up. "Perhaps I've gotten a bit rusty," You note, "I haven't been a Queen for a while now, you know?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's like riding a horse," Caspian assures you, "It's not something you can unlearn, even if you don't practice anymore."

"Well, maybe it's a good thing. Might make the next time I leave more easy..."

"You're still planning on leaving after this adventure?" Caspian asks, his voice growing a little more quiet. "You can stay, you do know that, right? You did the first time, surely you can-"

"Caspian, please," You interrupt him, pushing away from the railing and taking a few steps back, "It's too difficult, you know that. I can't just leave my family behind, and I can't ask them to stay."

"You don't have to do that. I am certain there's a way for you to move freely between realms," Caspian suggests, "And if there isn't, we'll find a way. Somehow, things like this have a way of working out."

He takes a step towards you, reaching out but refraining from touching you just yet. "Besides," He continues, "Time goes by much slower there than it does here right? We can figure this out and they won't even notice you're not there."

He searches for your eyes as he takes another step towards you, a silent longing in his eyes as he does. "You don't have to come with an answer right now. Whether it's tomorrow, next week or at the very last second, I don't care as long as you're certain that whatever you choose is something you actually want, not what you think is right."

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. "Okay," You say after a while. Your eyes are still closed, but a small creeps up on your lips.

"Okay?" Caspian echoes, his eyes sparking up, even though he's not sure he heard you correctly.

"Yeah," You say, opening your eyes to look into his. "Okay, I'll stay. But I might change my mind if you don't come here and kiss me, because-"

Luckily, he cuts you off mid-sentence by pulling you in and effectively using his lips to shut you up. You can feel him smile against your lips, and you can't help but reciprocate the gesture while your hands run up into his hair.

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[ivyblossom]

That thing where I feel like I'm going to have to write fanfiction again

This is a weird one. I just want to say it somewhere, so that I've said it somewhere, but I realize there's there's one person who actually cares about this and she already knows, so. This is just for me, I guess.

Fifteen years ago, I wrote most of a Narnia fic. It pairs of Edmund Pevensie and Bacchus, aka Dionysus, the ancient Greek god of grapes, wine and uninhibited ecstasy. Also theatre. I know, that's a bit weird. Is Bacchus even in the Narnia stories? (Yes, he is. He even has lines!) Why on earth am I pairing him up with Edmund, who is 10 when we first meet him?

It's all the weird memory tricks, I'm a sucker for those. The Pevensies forget about England because they stay so long in Narnia and stop thinking about England, and they can (and do) forget about Narnia if they stay in England too long and don't think about Narnia enough (poor Susan), and I find that really interesting. It offers up so many nooks and crannies to stick story in. They grow up and become adults in Narnia, but are required to forget most of it in order to return to build children in England.

And come on: is Bacchus not also very obviously the god of Narnian orgies? I mean, yes. Clearly. He's also Aslan's default caterer and water-into-wine head tech. If you need buildings destroyed and bullies turned into trees and/or pigs, Bacchus is your guy. He's not big on wearing clothes, and according to Edmund, he's incredibly beautiful and extremely dangerous. Edmund is only 10 when we first meet him, sure, but he grows up, reverse ages, and then starts to grow up again. Bacchus throws them a G-rated orgy in Prince Caspian. There's love there.

Hasn't Edmund suffered enough? Yes, he got addicted to the Turkish Delight that time, but he'd been struggling and was being bullied, he was carrying a lot of self-hatred and shame, give a kid a break. He did get himself heroically killed putting it right, only to be healed physically and psychologically by Santa Claus's magic healing cordial, as one does. Doesn't Edmund deserve a cute immortal boyfriend with quirky friends and a serious green thumb who grows his own grapes, makes his own wine, can manipulate and control the desires of everyone around him like conducting an orchestra, and who will love him until the end of time? There aren't many humans in Narnia, why not hook up with the god of uninhibited ecstasy? I mean, he's right there.

Anyway. It was fifteen years ago.

I wrote 3/4ths of it, I had one part left to go to finish it, I had an idea about what how it would end, but for some reason I never wrote the ending. I don't remember why. So it's been sitting there unfinished since 2009.

And in the last few weeks I started thinking about it again. I had an idea about that ending. I couldn't remember if this idea I was toying with was my original concluding idea or not, it's been that long, but I liked the idea, and I thought, you know, I should write that idea in as the last part and finally finish that thing.

And then I read what I'd written. And a) 15 years is a long time and I have so many criticisms, I was clearly in love with the sound of my own voice (uh...nothing's changed there I guess?), b) I wrote the thing in such a way to exclude my new idea, so apparently that wasn't my original plan, but c) yeah, I should have written this thing properly the first time around. And now I have 104 more ideas and I love them all, so.

I think I have to rewrite it. Or, I suppose, just write another one and replace it? I dunno. Just playing it out now.

I think I'm going to write it. Is this an active fandom? I don't think so. I don't care. This love story needs to be told. Edmund deserves this.

[kemendin]

Alliance Commander's Quarters - Caspian Serapis

This is meant to be on Odessen, not Coruscant - high up in the Alliance base, with plenty of windows and a stunning view. Some notes below cut because I put a lot of thought and meaning into the decor:

Hallway/entrance. An actual door, unlike the room in the Odessen base xD Theron and Lana hanging out because they're Cas' right and left hands when it comes to running the Alliance, and good friends besides.

Main room, featuring Alliance and Task Force Nova banners, both important causes in Cas' life. There's also a central table for small meetings or meals with his inner circle, Jedi-themed because while Cas is no longer strictly part of the Order, part of him is always going to be a Jedi.

Cas' work table, where he can futz around with computer tech or Rakata artefacts. Corellian rugs, as a nod to Cas' home planet. Also a model of his ship, the Seeker.

Kira and T7, Cas' crew and family, and a casual little lounge area for relaxing chats over drinks. Also a computer workstation connected to the Odessen base systems and the holonet. Boy's an accomplished slicer, gotta keep those skills sharp.

Rakata corner with statue, console, and model of Belsavis, because Cas is a little too obsessed with all things Rakata. Also a secure holo-library for his research.

Bedroom entrance, featuring a little breakfast table with a view, where Cas and Scourge can have a meal in solitude.

Bedroom panorama, a lot to unpack in this one. Naturally, as Cas' life partner, Scourge is there. A Rakata plaque - all the Rakata, I swear - and a painting of the Meridian Complex, where Scourge and Cas reunited after so long apart. A lightsaber display whose meaning I haven't settled on yet xD And a model of Alderaan, where Cas took Scourge on a sensory pilgrimage after they got together, a very special place for both of them.

And another bedroom view. Prominent Corellian banners, as Cas is fiercely proud of his homeworld and heritage. Some more Jedi connections in the archive and datacron. The bed's an inside joke - Cas asked Scourge to pick out the colour of the sheets, now that Scourge can appreciate colour again, and Scourge went with - black. Of course he did. (That's ALL the colours though, that counts, right?)

[mr-urple]

I wrote this instead of paying attention in class today

@atomic-rattz @rawcherrycake @splatting-stampede

(This is kinda lazy/bad so mb gang 😭🙏)

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“...I’m fine.” 

DNA growled dangerously, glowering at the other three turtles in the room. His lips were curled up into a snarl and he was quite visibly annoyed. “I can take care of myself.”

Cyclone quickly interjected, her tail swishing in irritation. “DeeDee, it doesn’t matter if you can ‘take care of yourself’, you’re not in the best physical state and you need to rest. You don’t have to do this. Just lay the fuck back down and let us handle it.”

D growled, his annoyance morphing into frustration. “Let you guys ‘handle’ it?? Last time I did that, it ended catastrophically! I can’t have that happening again. I’ll do it myself, because I’m OKAY and you guys SERIOUSLY need to STOP WORRYING ABOUT ME-”

“But you could die!!” Gal interrupted, his forehead knit in worry. “It’s too dangerous… I swear we’ll be more careful this time! Please, just listen to us and let yourself recover.”

Cy nodded. “Right. It’s not safe for you to handle that sort of hazardous equipment in your current state. You really just need to lay your ass down and let us take care of this.”

“Jesus Christ- GUYS.” 

D groaned, dragging his hands down his face. He was completely over this debate. “PUH-LEASE. Stop making this sound like a life threatening situation. IT’S JUST THE GODDAMN FLU.”

“And flus can be lethal!!” Gal and Cy retorted in unison. “It said so on Wikipedia!!” Gal added unhelpfully, though Cy once again nodded in agreement.

D massaged his temples, exasperated. “I think this stupid flu isn’t as lethal as you dumbasses setting the kitchen on fire.” He said flatly.

“That was only one time…” Cy muttered sourly. “It wasn’t our fault our stove is stronger than the one the recipe used…”

“Besides, you know I can cook decently!” Gal crossed his arms, pouting slightly. “Sure, we nearly burned down the whole place last time you got sick, but like! That was just an accident!! It won’t happen again!”

D let out another groan. He cast a glance at Mari, who was as silent as ever but looked just as done with this conversation as he was. “Yo. Mars.” He called, causing the indigo-clad turtle to perk up slightly. “Do you think I should let these two imbeciles cook dinner again.”

Mari immediately shook their head no, cringing at the memory of the pink and orange turtles’ last attempt at making a meal. Sure, it had gone smoothly for the most part, but the miscalculation of the stove’s strength and an accidental topple of kitchen utensils gave way to catastrophe and destruction. Never again.

D looked pointedly at Cy and Gal, who were both averting their gazes guiltily. “The child has given their input.” D announced, ignoring Mari’s piercing glare at being called a child. “I’m the one who’s cooking tonig- cOUGH COUGH CCKRKJDLSKLSODOKSKADK OUGH GOD-”

“D!!” The three terrapins immediately rushed to D’s side, who started coughing uncontrollably and hacking up mucus. The flu was NOT treating him nicely.

It took a moment for the coughs to die down, but eventually the mutant caspian turtle got ahold of himself. He leaned back on the bedroom wall and sighed, gritting his teeth in visible irritation.

“...While I’m perfectly capable of preparing a meal, I don’t think I wanna get you guys sick.” He finally said after a few minutes. “So I think me taking charge of the cooking is also not optimal.”

Cy sighed. “Alright. Well if you don’t want us to cook and you aren’t gonna cook either, the fuck are we supposed to do??”

Mari raised a hand and the other three turned to face the youngest. They had their phone in their hand and the screen shined bright with a website saying they ordered a meal for four online.

“...Oh.” The older turtles said dumbly. They all got so used to home cooking that ordering food had escaped them as a viable option.

“Crisis averted, I guess??” Gal grinned awkwardly, reaching over to give Mari an affectionate noogie. “Thanks kid.”

Mari only huffed, rolling their eyes and pulling up Subway Surfers on their phone. How they got stuck with absolute idiots, they did not know. But hey!! They were going to eat Chinese takeout soon so everything was okay, they supposed.

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THIS IS SO DUMB IM SORRY KFKAJJDJQKD

[wanderingmind867]

I've got very picky book taste. I'm picky in many ways. I'm a picky eater, I'm picky about the stuff i'll watch, i'm picky about the video games i'll play, etc. But I want to focus on my taste in books for right now. I have criteria for what i'll read. Let me go find my book collection, and list some of the time i've read over the years. So let's just list the stuff I see, explain it, and then see if we both don't learn about me:

Percy Jackson and everything else Rick Riordan did (I have all of PJO, all of HOO, all of TKC, All of Magnus Chase, and I read the first three books of the Trials of Apollo. I gave up that series after Jason died, both because COVID took me away from school (where I did my best reading), and also because Jason's death devastated me).

Harry Potter (I loved these books as a kid. Or well, I loved Dumbledore and the teachers. The last book was too full of death and no school stuff, so I didn't like it. But the teachers at Hogwarts? I loved them. Albus Dumbledore and Gandalf are still the reason I love Wizards so much. I read Harry Potter nearly five times in a row, because those first 5-6 books were amazing. Now that I know about JK Rowling being a horrible human being... it's hard to engage. But I still do hold love for some of the characters. I just haven't reread the books in a long time).

The Lord of the Rings (I haven't read these since I was really young. But in Grade 2, I read these books. And I read them again once or twice after that. But I never did understand Tolkien's mythos. It's too complicated. I never quite understood who Sauron was, or why he was evil. And the Silmarillion was too dry to read. But I did read The Hobbit, as that EA who died recently gave it to me when I was young. So again, I could never quite grasp them. But I loved Gandalf. I still really, really love him).

The Chronicles of Narnia (In elementary school, a teacher gifted these books to me. A worn out collection of them all. I managed to read the first four books (The Magician's Nephew, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, The Horse and his Boy and Prince Caspian). But I couldn't get past the Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Too many confusing ship terms. It lost me, and I never could get past it. So I only ever read those first four books. I ended up feeling content with that decision, though.

A Series of Unfortunate Events (I never did see the whole Netflix show, and I still never fully understood these books. I heard there were prequels, but I never read them. So these books were always very mysterious. The narrator always talks to the reader, randomly shoving in anecdotes about his tragic life. Confusing books. But they were also very fun. I remember there was a whole lot of great comedy in these books. A lot of depression and existensial stuff too, but I always preferred the comedy).

This is getting too long. Apparently I own too many books. So prepare for a part two. Maybe even a part three. I'll make those shortly. Then we can hopefully evaluate my reading taste, and figure out what I like and dislike.

[slippinmickeys]

A few prompts for you or anyone indspired. What advice did Frohike give Mulder about going after Scully? What were Mulder's thoughts the first time Mulder sees Scully dressed up? What were Scullys thoughts when she realized that she loves Mulder or that he loves her? What was their first time like? What was their first kiss like? What prompted their first kiss? What are their feelings for each other compared to the past lovers?

I’m in a weird mood (see also: insomnia), so I took ‘what prompted their first kiss’ and kinda went with it.

“Hey, Scully.”

She turns to look at him over a navy shoulder pad. He’s got a look about him which gives her the same pleasantly repellent feeling as peeling off a scab.

“What’s the largest lake in the world?” he asks.

Ah. A test. He clearly knows the answer and is leading her somewhere.

“The Caspian Sea,” she says.

His face falls. “That’s an oceanic basin. And a sea. Hence the name.”

His smart mouth could use a little sassing, and so she decides to split hairs, turns her chair square towards him.

“Okay,” she says. “If you’re insistent on limiting it to the specific typology of freshwater, by volume, Lake Baikal in Russia is the largest—“

He groans, flops back in his chair.

“Fine,” she says, breathing through her nose. She was showing off, anyway. “It’s Lake Superior.” She could really be a bitch and point out that technically, Lakes Huron and Michigan are connected, even if it’s only a five mile stretch, thus technically one lake, and together they are bigger in square mileage by almost half. But he seems pleased, so she won’t.

“And do you know the biggest island in Lake Superior?”

Only because Charlie went through a pretty serious National Park phase does she know the answer, and only then because it’s the least visited of all the parks in the NPS and thus a trivia question, but she answers, with a fair amount of intellectual swagger:

“Isle Royale.”

“That’s right.” God, he’s not even impressed. It’s fucking annoying. “And did you know that the largest lake on Isle Royale is Siskiwit Lake, which has several islands, the largest of which is Ryan Island?”

Oh god, she thinks. She knows where he’s going with this.

“So,” he goes on. “On Ryan Island, there’s a pond. And in that pond, there’s a boulder.”

She pinches the skin at the bridge of her nose.

“So. That boulder becomes the largest island in the largest lake on the largest island in the largest lake on the largest island in the largest lake in the world.”

He’s pleased with himself, and strafes a thumb over the stubble on his jaw. He tilts his head back so he’s looking at her through fawny lashes, tilts it so she can see his overbite.

“I’m going to go walk into traffic,” she says.

She will, too. She’ll either walk into traffic or over to his office chair where she’ll straddle his lap and wipe that smirk off his face, stick her tongue down his throat, triple his dry cleaning bill.

“Did you know sharks have been around longer than trees?”

She’s in motion before her brain registers what she’s doing, the scrape of her heels on the gritty office floor producing a trembling cortical pulse, then his silk tie in her fist, his eyebrows to his hairline. He’ll think twice before opening that smart mouth again. He’ll think twice. He’ll think.

[sophieswundergarten]

FEELINGS ABOUT SUSAN PEVENSIE AGAIN

In TVotDT, it's explained that the reason only Edmund and Lucy are staying at their aunt's is because their parents were headed to America, and while Peter was studying with Prof. Kirke (Who had somehow lost his large house and sadly didn't have room for all of them), they did have enough money to bring all three children. So Susan was the only one chosen.

Which would be fine, which would make sense because she's the second oldest, which would be whatever because that sometimes just how things go when you have siblings

EXCEPT IT'S SPECIFICALLY STATED THAT SUSAN WAS NO GOOD AT SCHOOL AND SHE WAS PRETTY. ERGO THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY FOR HER TO MAKE SOMETHING OF HERSELF

And it's also stated that up until that trip, Susan still regularly talked to her siblings about Narnia, and seemed to fully believe in it.

We saw how Lucy was tempted because she didn't feel pretty like Susan, but she had Edmund and Caspian and all her friends to rely on.

Susan was on her own

Also, LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT QUEEN SUSAN THE GENTLE, SUSAN THE RENOWNED ARCHER, SUSAN THE DIPLOMAT WHO WAS KNOW FOR HER LOOKS BUT TURNED DOWN EVERY SUITOR WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY HANDLING THE SITUATION SO AS TO AVOID WAR

TELL ME THAT SUSAN WAS BAD AT SCHOOL

Or, maybe, she learned what was expected from her. She was the oldest daughter, and there was a lot of pressure on her.

Imagine being all alone, in an unfamiliar country, where all people think of you is your looks. Where you don't have your siblings to fall back on; this isn't an ambassadorial trip, this is you being picked because you need to be shown off. Because you are not trusted to do anything worthwhile with your life, so you must get married somehow.

And when the only options presented with you are lipstick and pretty dresses and high heels, wouldn't you rather take to them on your own terms than have them forced on you?

I imagine Susan liked going to parties because it reminded her of being a queen. She was smarter and wiser than half the dimwitted boys who looked at her and only saw a skirt, and she enjoyed talking circles around them and giving backhanded compliments they were too dull to understand. I imagine it gave her some sense of control back.

She may not be a queen in this world, but she'd demand respect regardless. Pretty make-up and fancy dresses became her armor and disguise, and she envisioned each cocktail party as a battlefield: a war won with wits and words.

And she was good at it. She attracted attention while remaining aloof and untouchable. She had everyone hanging on her every word, and quite a few handsome young men throwing themselves at her feet, getting down on one knee.

But she didn't want that. And, too late, she realized she had sealed herself into this fate. Susan was the "Pretty One", the airhead who somehow twists boys around her little finger without even realizing she was doing it.

And I'd bet that, after all that, after clinging to her memories of Narnia and of her siblings being kings and queens in court, she'd be exhausted when she got back.

And then to hear that Ed and Lucy had been on another adventure without her, while she had felt so alone, I'd imagine she'd be bitter.

She needed Caspian by her side, directing her through the fancy people and the debutantes; she would have loved to have Reepicheep following behind, defending her honour; it would have been so much more interesting to talk to a star than the silly, giggling girls she was intended to be friends with.

And it would be hard to find your place, when you didn't fit in that world of kings and queens and talking mice anymore, but you didn't want to be forced into the world of glitter and dresses and getting married so young because the rest of society deemed you too pretty to be smart

I wonder sometimes if Susan lost her way because of all the outside forces pressuring her to leave Narnia in the past

[milder-manners]

Pantheon s2 thoughts (spoilers galore)

I think Pantheon did the same thing as Arcane where s2 has a different heart and focus than s1.

Season 1 of Pantheon was a sci fi drama that explored the concept of Uploaded Intelligence and the ramifications of their existence on the world.

I really enjoyed how the show delved into how UIs would work, that they truly don't think or exist as human beings and instead are able to process hundreds of times faster than a physical person and exploit entire online networks. It's told that everything shown in the UI world is a visual metaphor for the code that operates behind it; the UIs don't actually verbally "talk" to each other, they have near instant communication, but it's shown like that for the audience's benefit (or other characters). Another example are the fight scenes, the UIs punching and kicking one another is a metaphor for them trying to boot each other from the server. David splitting his hands to type faster (a la Ghost in the Shell) is a visual aide for him but that's not him actually hacking. It's firmly shown that UIs are different from the likes of Tron, where there's a digital world that people can exist inside like it's real-life.

The only reason UIs have "physical" bodies and talk is because they're based off of human minds. They have code that replicates their sense of smell even though they don't have bodies because UIs are replications of physical neurons just via transistors instead. It's amazing stuff.

Season 2 seems to be less about the UIs and more about exploring the human characters instead. The show also takes on a more action-heavy stance; literally Maddie releases an army of drones to save Caspian.

I think my personal distaste of season 2 is mostly from this honestly, the exploration of UIs and how they work takes a backseat to more character drama. The UI fights being visual metaphors of hacking and exploits isn't really there, instead they're more physical beat downs where the UIs fight like they have real bodies. The main exception to this is Stephen Holstrom, but I think that's more to highlight his genius in comparison to the other UIs.

MIST being born (another Ghost in the Shell reference) isn't really explored either. She's the first sentient AI CI in the world but the show doesn't take care to explore what she is and how she works like they did with the UIs (in season 1). Instead, they mostly focus on her being Maddie's new sister, and what that makes Maddie feel. Again, character stuff.

This all leads to the sci-fi aspects of the show feeling more like set-pieces to the action in season 2.

Also, I personally didn't like that Maddie and Caspian were paired up.

Either the show made a 14 year old get with an 18 year old, or they aged up their main female character and her only so that they could pair her up with a boy. That's, weird to say the least.

Also Maddie got strangely good at hardware and jury-rigging stuff, which, wasn't really set up at all in season 1. In season 1 at most she was experienced in how computer software worked.

Chanda also got shanked in s2 as a character. He had so much potential.

[livelaughnarnia]

better luck next time

warnings : a badly written duel/fight scene, slight angst at the start cuz they miss each other

word count : 1.2k

edmund stepped out of the portal in his own world, already missing her, missing narnia. he was so glad he could go back, but him and lucy didn’t know how long they would have to wait this time. they didn’t know if it was going to be a few months or a few years, but the time they were back in their own world was spent thinking about narnia.

y/n and caspian were busy at work leading a kingdom, and yet still they found time to think about their lovers. y/n and caspian weren’t siblings as such, but they had grown up together in such a way that anyone who didn’t know them could mistake the two for siblings. y/n was the child of caspian’s uncle miraz, which you would think would mean the two would be enemies, but y/n had in fact been raised by the professor working in the castle, her mother and father having only been young royals when she was born. y/n and caspian had been friends since they could remember, always doing everything together, so it was no surprise when they decided to lead narnia together. y/n, despite being intelligent, was much better with her sword than with a quill. therefore caspian was left to political matters while y/n was left to deal with military matters, a subject she enjoyed thoroughly. the two also knew how to throw a party, growing up inside the castle they had been to their fair share of balls and other various events. currently, both were aboard the dawn treader, one of the finest ships narnia had seen. drinian, the captain, was a master of the seas, he had been sailing most of his life and the two royals trusted him with their lives. the rest of the crew was composed of relatively normal sailors and narnians. the dawn treader hadn’t been sailing long and conditions were good, but the royals were looking for something in particular. something they couldn’t find in their own land.

water began to rise around edmund, he watched as it took his sister under and soon his cousin eustace too. he swam up, watching the room they had been sat in disappear around him. eventually he broke the surface of the water, shouting for lucy he shaded his eyes from the bright narnian sun, watching as a large ship came towards them. “ed! edmund!” he heard lucy shout from behind him. he turned to see her and eustace, swimming towards them and away from the ship. “who do you think is on the ship?” lucy asked, trying to keep herself afloat. they watched as crew began to dive from the ship, swimming towards them, eustace began to panic, and they all began to swim away from the crew. “it’s alright i’ve got you.” said caspian as he grabbed lucy, stopping her from slipping under the water. “caspian!” lucy shouted, excited the see the young king again. “let’s get you back on the ship ay?”

“caspian it’s great to see you again!” said ed, “if your here, where’s y/n? did you leave them to rule while your gone?” he asked curiously, hoping y/n was in fact on the boat too. he had missed them so. “i’m right here ed!” they exclaimed from behind him. he turned and enveloped them in a hug. “i’ve missed you.” they said in unison, giggling like lovesick teens. “y/n here didn’t come to save you as they didn’t want to get their hair wet!” caspian laughed. “hey! cas, you know i only managed to get it to look good today! i wasn’t ruining it!” they retorted, turning to lucy and pulling her in for a hug, “i missed you too, lu! don’t tell ed but your my favourite sibling.” they whispered. lucy laughed returning their hug before eustace screeched out. “you better tell me what’s going on right now! i’ll report you to the british consulate! have you arrested for kidnapping!” y/n began to chuckle at the boys outburst, walking towards him and reaching out their hand. “queen/king y/n of narnia, welcome to the dawn treader!” they smiled warmly at the boy, trying hard not to giggle at the boys reluctance. “eustace scrubb, those two over there happen to be my cousins, theyre always going on about this place called narnia, quite annoying really-” he was cut off by a minotaur “your in narnia boy!” eustace turned, and before he could even reply, he passed out, probably from the shock of seeing a minotaur. “something i said?”

“y/n here has actually been leading narnias military at the minute, theyre better than you with a sword now ed!” caspian bragged, watching as she rolled her eyes and edmund gasped. “how about a duel then?” ed smirked, watching y/n think about his offer. “why so i can beat you ed?” y/n smirked back. now the crew had started to gather, excited to watch the action unfold. “the people want to see it.” said lucy laughing. “we cant disappoint the people ed!” y/n laughed too. they unsheathed their sword as edmund did the same with his. “first to be disarmed loses!” y/n exclaimed as they pointed their sword at edmund. “fine, but if i win…” he pondered, “you have to tell the kingdom i’m a better swordsman!” y/n scoffed. “just wait until i beat you!”

their swords clashed as the duel began, onlookers passing whispers between themselves, betting on who they suspected would win. y/n swung their sword towards edmunds leg, he jumped narrowly avoiding the blow before sending his sword towards their shoulder. the clang of metal resonated as they blocked his hit. y/n took a deep inhale, taking a step towards edmund before swinging, narrowly missing his head. their swords met again, and this time y/n managed to turn theirs just at the right angle, watching as edmund struggled to keep a hold of his sword they lightly kicked his abdomen, pulling their sword away and watching him stumble back slightly. onlookers watched with intent as edmunds sword left his hand. the blade fell almost in slow motion before hitting the deck, the sound declaring y/n victorious. they cheered, watching edmund flush red after being beaten so easily. “better luck next time ed!” caspian shouted from the sidelines, and y/n swore they could hear the exchanging of coins from the crew. “yeah ed, looks like the kingdom will never hear how good of a swordsman you are!” y/n laughed.

“what do you want?” asked ed. “what?” “for winning, what do you want?” he asked again. y/n thought for a moment before walking closer towards edmund. “it depends, how much of your dignity are you willing to sacrifice?” they quirked an eyebrow, trailing their fingers across the buttons of his tunic and glancing towards their small wardrobe. “all of it for you y/n” “good”

“ed! you look hilarious!” lucy and caspian were crying with laughter as edmund strutted out in y/n’s clothes. “y/n i cant believe this is what you made me do!” he began to turn red as he watched the crew stare at him, beginning to laugh when he continued walking further onto the deck. “that’s what you get for losing king edmund!” shouted drinian.

[maretinelli]

LIKE YOU'VE DONE BEFORE

Edmund Pevensie X Fem!reader

Summary: In which Edmund becomes jealous of the friendship that Y/n has with Caspian and ends up saying nasty things. Which results in a much bigger problem.

Words: 4K+

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of betrayal, drowning, swearing, injuries and a cute happy ending.

Author: Always remembering that English is not my first language, I apologize for any spelling errors that may be in the story. And I'm sorry, I got carried away and wrote four thousand words.But the plot is good, have fun!!!

MASTERLIST

Y/n and Edmund were already friends when they went to the professor's house to escape the war. And it was also there when they were able to travel to Narnia for the first time, and despite everything they went through, they had each other for support.

After defeating the White Queen and becoming kings and queens of Narnia, Ed and Y/n's friendship began to take a different direction. They were both more than in love with each other and everyone knew it, but they were so oblivious that they didn't notice the signs they were giving.

A few years passed and courage came along with maturity and they confessed the feelings they felt for each other. It didn't take long for Edmund to ask Y/n to marry him and they got married.

However, after 1 year of marriage, Y/n and the Pevensies brothers ended up returning to the real world, in which they were still children.

And after long conversations, Y/n and Edmund returned to their relationship status and became boyfriends again. Because well, it wasn't the most common thing for pre-teens to be married, like that from one day to the next - despite having spent years in Narnia.

The years in the real world passed, Edmund and Y/n were happy with their relationship. They both studied at the same school, they had returned home, everything was going very well. Until a call comes and drags them to Narnia again.

After much searching for why they were there, they meet Prince Caspian who ends up telling them everything that was happening in the world.

Days passed and the ancient kings and queens had formed an army of soldiers together with Caspian, to prevent any type of threat that the Telmarines could send.

At the moment, Edmund and Y/n were sitting on top of the cave in which they were 'hiding'.

The 16-year-old girl was swinging her legs, while Edmund was behind them, with his arms around her waist and his head resting on his left shoulder.

"What would have happened if we hadn't returned to our world the first time we came here?" Edmund asks, while looking at the horizon together with Y/n.

The sun was still very high, but as it was autumn, the sun's rays did not provide adequate heat.

Y/n shifts a little and puts her hands where Ed's were.

"Honestly?? I don't know. But one thing is for sure, we wouldn't be here to help Caspian with the Telmarines." Edmund rolls his eyes when he mentions the prince's name. It wasn't like he hated the man. But lately he was with Y/n a lot and that was making the brunette jealous. "I don't think I could live 1300 years to be here" The girl jokes and Edmund smiles.

He places a kiss on the girl's shoulder and turns his head to look at his girlfriend.

"Since we're here, we should go for a walk. Peter said that later--" Ed can't finish, as someone is calling Y/n's name downstairs.

“Y/N!!” The person looks up and waves at the two.

"Can't this idiot see that you're busy?" Edmund spoke quietly, just to himself.

"CASPIAN, HI!!" Y/n waves from above, as she takes Edmundo's hands off her waist and prepares to get up. "I had agreed with Caspian that I would help him train with the sword." She smiles at Edmund, who now had a frown as he looked down at Caspian, as the Prince spoke to Reepicheep.

"Shouldn't we go for a walk now?" Ed turns his head to Y/n, but he was still in his place. Meanwhile, Y/n took her sword and placed it next to her waist and tied her hair in a high ponytail.

"I'm sorry. I'll see you later" The girl leans over and places a quick kiss on her boyfriend's cheek and walks towards the stairs.

Edmund turns forward again and sighs deeply, as he sees his girlfriend approach Caspian downstairs and laugh at something he said.

It's not like Edmund is a man with insecurities. On the contrary, he had a gigantic ego and loved to tease Y/n with it. Which made the girl roll her eyes and say that he was a man with very high self-esteem. But ever since Caspian showed up and formed a friendship with Y/n, he felt inferior to the prince.

There was even one night where Y/n was talking to Caspian about the war that was brewing and Edmund found himself thinking how well the two of them suited each other.

If Y/n knew this, she could spank her boyfriend and tell him to never think about it again. He was hers, and she would always be his. There was nothing and no one that could make the two separate.

But Edmund didn't know.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

Hours had passed and if they were to calculate the time with the position of the sun, they could say that it was already past 4 in the afternoon.

Edmund was inside with Lucy, Susan and Peter while the three talked about strategies against Miraz. Ed's mind wasn't fully in the conversation, Y/n and Caspian hadn't yet returned from training and this was causing different paranoias that his mind invented.

"Edmund? Are you okay?" Lucy asks and the other two brothers turn their heads to look at the boy too.

"Yes, yes. Of course" he says shaking his head and smiling fakely.

"So what did Peter just say?"

"Something about you and Susan going to the forest later" Edmund says and Lucy nods and returns to the conversation with her older brothers.

No more minutes pass and Edmund can hear Y/n's voice fill his ears, followed by Caspian's laughter. Which made the Righteous King roll his eyes slightly.

"I'm glad you're here!! I wanted to talk to you" Peter says as Y/n and the Prince approached them.

Y/n smiles and approaches Edmund to wrap his arm around Ed's.

It was no secret that Y/n's love actor was physical touch. Whenever she could, she hooked her arms with Edmund's, or just her little fingers. Kisses were also exchanged, on the corner of the mouth, on the cheek, on the neck, on the hand. She and Ed were in love with each other and never failed to show it to the public.

However, this time, when Y/n approached him to touch him, he shied away. At the moment, Y/n didn't notice and so didn't try to make contact with him again, she was paying attention to what Peter was telling her. However, Susan and Lucy observed their younger brother's action and exchanged glances.

"As I had for my brothers, we will leave in the morning to go to Miraz's camp, while Edmund goes to meet him to send a message, Caspian and Y/n try to get as much equipment as they can from their army. Ok?" Peter finishes and Y/n nods while the others respond that everything is fine.

"It was just that?" Edmund asks and Peter nods. "Okay, I'm leaving" he says in a serious tone and leaves the room. Leaving, Peter and Caspian talking, while Y/n frowned and watched her boyfriend leave the large space. Therefore, Susan and Lucy exchanged glances again.

"What was this?" Y/n turns to her sisters-in-law and asks.

Lucy shrugs. As if to say he didn't know either.

"We don't know. The moment you arrived and went close to him, Lucy and I saw that he escaped. But after that, I think there is something wrong with him" Susan says worriedly.

"I saw him leave, but I didn't want to say anything." Y/n speaks. "We were much earlier. I'm going to see what's going on!!" Y/n smiles at her sisters-in-law before moving.

"Lucy and I are going to get ready to leave. Let us know anything, ok?" Susan puts a hand on her sister-in-law's shoulder and she smiles.

"Okay. And you guys take care!!" Y/n says and smiles at them, so Susan and Lucy leave the room too.

"So?? Do you want to train more or enough classes for today?" Caspian asks as soon as Peter starts talking to his troops.

"I think today is fine. I'm going to check on Eds. He's been acting strange since we arrived" Y/n says and Caspian nods positively.

"Okay. Go check on your husband" he smiles kindly.

Y/n furrows her eyebrows and smiles.

"How do you know Ed and I were married?" She puts her hands in the back pocket of her pants and questions Caspian with a smile.

"Well, I had to do some research before they called you guys to help me." He says raising his arms in surrender. "They were murderers and they were at my uncle's side"

Y/n rolls her eyes smiling.

"Really. It's always good to do some research like that beforehand" She laughs and then walks away a little. "See you later, Caspian"

He raises a hand as a way of saying goodbye and Y/n leaves and goes to where Edmund could be.

After looking for him in every room, the last place he could be is up there. Where was he with her earlier?

Once there, Edmund had his feet on the edge and threw some pebbles he found on the ground beside him.

"Eds, is everything okay? You walked out of the room strangely just now. And well, these last few days you've been acting really strangely too. Is something going on?" Y/n asks as she bends down and places her hands on his shoulders.

He shrugs his shoulders and Y/n removes his hands and looks at Ed, while sitting next to him.

"It's okay...I guess" he says quietly.

"Ed...I know when something is going on with you. I've known you since I was little, we were married and dating for years. You can trust me." She tries to get closer to him, but he removes his hand before she can put it on.

“Yes, that’s the problem Y/n!!” He turns quickly, making Y/n jump. "I can trust you, I've known you for years. The way you know me, I know you, but it's not happening anymore. These meetings of yours with Caspian all early in the morning and late in the afternoon are driving me crazy." He gets up and Y/n looks at him scared.

Which ends up causing her to get up too and start to question what he was trying to say.

"Edmund?? What are you insinuating with that??" Y/n says seriously. "You mean I'm seeing Caspian because I can have a secret romance with him??? IS THAT?" Y/n freaks out. How in years could he think that of her?!

“IT’S Y/N, EXACTLY THAT!!” He screams and opens his arms briefly. Which made Y/n's eyes start to form tears in the corner of them. "You spend so much time with him, I feel like you're putting our relationship aside. I know we're in a possible war, but spending time with your boyfriend doesn't kill anyone."

"Are you listening to what you're saying?? It seems like you don't trust me and our relationship" she says with some tears falling.

"How can I trust?? When we were Kings and Queens of Narnia, you ran away from your marriage to the prince of Calormania to be with me. What guarantee do I have, that you are not doing this again to be with Caspian and me?" drop??" Edmund says loudly and turns to see Y/n, realizing what had said, his eyes widen.

Y/n stands ecstatic in place. Immobile, statue. His brain was replaying all the words Ed will just say.

What guarantee do I have that you're not doing this again to get Caspian and dump me??

Was that what he thought of her?? If she had done it once, could she do it again? With him?? Love of your life?!!

"Y/n, I don't..." He tries to say but she cuts him off in the middle of the sentence.

"Is that what you think about me, Edmund??" Tears fall violently from the girl's eyes. "Do you think that if I did it once I can do it again?? Do you think I have a chance of leaving you?? You are insulting me, as if I were capable of that. You know very well how I feel about this matter. It's the same thing about you!! Would you like me to say that you have a chance of betraying your brothers again?? I NEVER INSIGNED THAT TO YOU. HOW COULD EDMUND BE ABLE TO DO THAT??" Y/n practically screams, as she turns to leave.

"Y/n, that's not what I was saying. You know--" he follows her up the stairs and outside.

"SHUT UP" She screams. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP" she screams desperately, making Peter, who was inside, listen. "Leave me alone" Y/n says before walking away and leaving Edmund crying.

Peter runs out and finds Edmund kneeling on the floor crying desperately, while running his hands through his hair.

"Ed, what happened??" Peter approaches his brother. “I heard Y/n screaming.” With this sentence, Edmund cries more.

Peter helps his brother to cheer himself up, as he stood up and looked around to see if Y/n was nearby.

The sun was starting to set and he didn't want anyone outside the perimeters they had established. If not, it would be certain death if it was disarming.

Peter had even thought about sending some of his soldiers to go after Y/n, but he knew that she and Edmund had a fight and she needed to cool down.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Night had already fallen and hours had passed, and Y/n still hadn't returned.

Looking around the perimeter, one of the soldiers had informed Peter, Caspian and Edmund that one of the horses had gone missing. Which led the three of them to think that Y/n had gone riding to try and distract her mind.

"Alright, me and a few others will go after Queen Y/n. In the meantime, you guys stay here in case she shows up." Peter says.

"I'll go along" Edmund says, getting up from a rock he was sitting on.

Reepicheep jumps on Edmund's shoulder and slaps him on the head.

"aww!!"

"You stay here. I heard your fight and I know the last person she wants to see is you. Sit there now!!" He says harshly and Edmund obeys.

Caspian lowers his head and hides as Edmund glares deadly at him.

"Should we inform Susan and Lucy too??" Caspian says, as he looked at King Peter now.

"They must be very far away now. But we will find Y/n before they even ask if everything is okay here." Peter tries to think positively.

With that, Peter and 3 other soldiers from his troops left to go in search of Y/n who was now probably lost in the forest. Thus leaving Caspian, Edmund and Reepicheep inside.

"Look..." Caspian starts saying and Edmund looks at him. "I probably know that the fight started because of me..."

"...I'm glad you know..." Edmund rolls his eyes.

"And I really didn't want to have caused it. I never looked at her or thought about anything more than our friendship. She's a sweet, gentle, companionable girl. Before I called you to Narnia again, I found out that you were married and had a beautiful relationship before this, it was never my intention to separate one from the other. I also know how much she loves you, in our first trainings, she couldn't stop talking about how you trained her in Cair Paravel. Her eyes filled with love and passion when" Caspian he finishes and gives Edmund a friendly smile, before leaving and leaving him alone.

And when he realized the positive words Caspian gave him, Edmund burst into tears again.

And meanwhile, Peter and the soldiers were in the dense forest looking for Y/n. The current of the river that passed by them was so violent that it made a giant noise.

"KING PETER, I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING" Oreius says louder than Peter could hear.

With that, The Magnificent King and the others approach where Oreius was. Only to see Y/n's horse lying dead on the riverbank, with some arrows in its belly and Y/n trapped between some rocks in the river, also with an arrow shot in her left arm.

“Holy shit, Y/n!!” Peter exclaims desperately as he gets off the horse and runs to the water to get her out.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

After pulling Y/n out of the water, Peter and the troops ran to where they were camping so he could go to one of his soldiers who could save her.

The Queen was in terrible condition, and if there was no one who had medical experience, the end would be near.

Not even Lucy's bottle could help, since she and Susan had left for a mission and if they were to call them now to come back, Y/n would already be gone.

Arriving at the place where they were, Peter gets off the horse with Y/n in his arms and runs to the main room. Thus asking Oreius to call someone from his troops with medical experience to help his sister-in-law.

“Y/N!?” Edmund runs towards his brother and his girlfriend, while Peter placed Y/n lying on the floor.

"We found her in the river trapped in some rocks. We don't know how long she was there, but she was hit by an arrow and that probably caused her to fall off her horse and drown in the water." Peter explains and Edmund tried to do mouth to mouth breathing with her, so that she would come back to life.

"Has anyone called a specialist yet??" Edmund speaks loudly and they nod their heads in agreement.

Before long, Oreius arrived with a fellow soldier who said she already had experience with this type of trauma and had already managed to save some.

"Excuse me" Fabieni - the minotaur, approaches Y/n's body and begins to carry out the procedures with the equipment available there.

King Peter asked to empty the room and leave only those most useful. So as not to disturb Fabieni in the rescue process.

Caspian nodded and was about to leave with the others, when he felt a hand pull his forearm.

"Y-you can stay" Caspian looks back and sees Edmund with his eyes full of tears.

Caspian smiles slightly and nods.

Peter, Caspian, Edmund and Oreius were further away from Y/n's body, so as not to disturb Fabieni in the process.

There were a few minutes of Fabieni giving Y/n cardiac massage and examining the arrow wound on her arm, before stopping and looking down. Which left Edmund distressed.

"What happened?? What's going on??" Edmund gets up and approaches Y/n's body.

"I've tried everything... But we don't know exactly how long she was in the water, and we don't know how deep the arrow could be in her chest. And if we pull it out and there's a hemorrhage, we don't have any equipment that can save her." la. Your pulse is also very weak...I'm sorry, King Edmund..." Fabieni says before getting up and being guided by Oreius out of the room.

Edmundol lowers himself onto Y/n's body and begins to cry desperately. Peter also had some tears in his eyes when he approached his brother.

"Ed...did you hear Fabieni...come on brother, there's nothing--"

"NO!!" Edmund screams and starts giving Y/n a cardiac massage, while interspersing with mouth-to-mouth breathing. "I'm not going to let Y/n go away like this. There's something. Someone call Susan and Lucy here again, Lucy has that bottle that can help and--"

"They're very far away at these times, Ed" Peter tries to put his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"NO, GET UP AND DO SOMETHING. I'M NOT GOING TO LET MY WIFE DIE HERE!!" Edmund screams and goes back to doing cardiac massage.

What he didn't know was that right when Peter went after Y/n, Caspian had called them by trumpet and they would probably already be nearby.

"Peter, come here..." Caspian calls the supreme king and they both leave the room, to leave Edmund alone and Caspian to talk to Peter about what he had already done.

"Come on, Y/n" Edmund squeezed Y/n's chest, so that her pulse increased. "Come back to me, baby." He cries, almost losing his strength but never giving up on her. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, it's all my fault. You know I love you so much and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. But I feel like I hurt your heart with those disgusting words I screamed at you. So please come back to me." Edmund cries as he says it. "If you don't want to be with me anymore, that's fine, but please. Come back to life"

Edmund spent around 40 minutes doing cardiac massage until the queens arrived.

"Where is she, where is she?" Lucy runs into the room. "Edmund!!"

"Lucy!!"

"Caspian called us a few hours ago, we didn't know what it was but we came as quickly as possible" Susan explains as she approaches her younger brother.

Edmund looks at Caspian and tries to smile.

He made a mental note to thank Caspian after this was all over.

"Come Ed, let Lúcia take care of it now" Peter calls his brother and wraps him in a hug, while Edmund looked at his girlfriend's body, almost devoid of color and life.

Lucy bent down next to Y/n's body with the bottle and checked her pulse. Thus, standing next to your sister-in-law's glass without making any movement or putting a drop from the bottle in her mouth

"Lucy, why are you standing there?? Do something!!" Edmund asks, trying to get out of his older brother's arms.

Meanwhile, Susan, Caspian, Oreius and reepicheep were further away.

"I need her heartbeat to stop so I can put the liquid in her. We don't know what will happen if I ingest it in her, when she still has life. Even if it's minimal" Lucy says and then checks her pulse.

It doesn't take long for Lucy to place her sister-in-law's arm on the floor and turn to her brothers.

"The pulse is gone" she says and Edmund starts to cry. "Now we just have to pray for it to take effect" Lucy says while shaking and putting a drop of the liquid in her sister-in-law's mouth and taking the arrow out of her chest, thus pressing it so that there is no bleeding.

Seconds and minutes passed and nothing was back to normal.

Edmund leaves Peter's side and approaches Y/n.

"Why isn't it working??" He asks desperately and Lucy gets up, now with some tears in her eyes.

Had she arrived too late??

Edmund looks at Y/n and caresses his girlfriend/wife's pale cheek.

"Y/n, please...come back to me" a tear falls from Ed's eye and lands on the girl's face. Thus making her open her eyes and start coughing.

Ed helps her get up to spit out the water that was still in the girl's throat.

"It's okay, it's okay" Ed says as she spits out all the water and cries.

"Ed..." She wraps her arms around his neck and puts her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said all those words. I was so scared of losing you, that I almost made it happen. It's still my fault." He cries.

"I'm here. I'm fine!! I don't plan on leaving your life, I never have" Y/n whispers.

"Please do not leave me."

"Never, darling.

Author: Just to explain, the Fabieni described in the story does not exist in the films. I only created her to have a role as a doctor, so as not to get lost without someone specialized in the health field there in this story.

[arcanusarchieves-if]

Can you share a snippet of your writing please? It doesn't have to be from the game but I'm just a bit curious!

Sure! Here's a (very short and completely unedited) flashback scene that I wrote that didn't end up making the final cut. It takes place back when MC was at school so it has a few characters that you won't recognize!

It begins with pain and ends with darkness.

You came back into reality just as you had left it (“Well not exactly as you had left it” the ache in your bones reminds you softly), unsure and exhausted, with the light blinding your unopened eyes. The urge to open them briefly crosses your mind but the thought of having to put actual energy towards anything quickly turned that desire into nothing more than a passing thought.

“You still alive, mate? I don’t have a eulogy written up quite yet so if you could hold out just a bit longer I’d really appreciate it.”

Alistair’s teasing words fall over you like a soothing balm, the familiar sound of his voice sinking into your skin like a long-lost friend. It was admittedly an overdramatic thought if not a ridiculous one - most of the time you and the rest of your friends couldn’t get him to shut the hell up. Still, there was something comforting about the fact that he stayed despite…everything (“despite you” says someone that sounds very much like yourself).

“It happened again, didn’t it?”

A beat passes after your words. Then another one. And one soon after that. Eventually though…

“…yeah, it did. It wasn’t that bad this time though. Nothing got destroyed - nothing that can’t be replaced, that is.”

So you didn’t hurt anyone. That’s always a bonus. Still there were some lingering questions.

“…where’d we end up?”

Another beat, then another voice. Soft and Uncertain. Fearful but Unwaveringly Fond.

“Not too far from the academy, thank the lord. Erm we’ll still need to use a teleportation spell though. One of us can do it for you if you’re not up to it.”

The thought of casting any magicae after what just happened was a (“terrifying” the voice mocks) miserable thought. Still you give a swift shake of your head, forcing your eyes open as you do so. The blue of the sky meets your gaze but a quick series of blinks reveals it to just be Lena's eyes - you knew if you turned to the other side you’d meet the familiar green of Alistair’s. You push yourself up pretending it isn’t odd to think about your friends’ eyes with such intensity.

Lena offers you a shaky but not uncertain (and never ever fearful) hand, and with strength that you’re surprised you still have, you take it gratefully, pulling yourself to your feet - stretching out aching bones and wobbly knees. Alistair grins at you from where he sits nearby, his expression a mix of relief and amusement.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," he says, reaching out to clap you on the shoulder. "Or whatever passes for it, considering the circumstances."

You scoff and then snort. A lurking shadow in the background catches your eye and something like amusement and annoyance stumbles into your bones and out of your lips. Some would call it a laugh. You’d call it an experienced reaction to the person in front of you.

“What, you're not happy to see me? Here I am, spending my very precious time making sure you don’t destroy anything during one of your little fits, and you go ahead and laugh at me. Honestly, where’s the appreciation I deserve?”

Caspian’s voice is arrogant. It’s snarky. It’s even cruel in some ways. But it’s also so loyal. So fond. (“Of you” a voice says softly. It’s the same one as before but it’s also so so different).

You try to think of a witty response but eventually give up, deciding to focus your energy on leaning against Lena for support, the memories of the recent blackout begin to flood back. It was a close call this time, with your magicae threatening to spiral out of control once again. The fear of causing irreversible damage always looms over you like a dark cloud, but having your friends by your side eases the burden, if only slightly. (“But how long can this really last?” the thing you're trying to ignore asks).

[depressedbagpipe]

Enchanted (Prince Caspian x you)

Part I

Words: 3547 Warnings: i do not live in nyc so i have no idea what i'm talking about here. some family trauma, mentions of calories and wine. pretty tame, nevertheless. no use of (y/n), but it’s kinda written in second person. also, i believe this is rather gn, but again, i wrote this while i was sick so maybe some other pronoun for reader has slipped my mind A/N: based on this request i got, i decided to turn this into a multi-chapter fic based on the movie 'enchanted' (2007)

Part II -- Part III

One minute, Caspian was easily strolling around the Narnian woods, weirded out by the strange small metal tower with the faint light shining on top. Next thing he knew, he was standing right at the center of a giant square, surrounded by the tallest buildings he had ever seen, showcasing light scenes that danced around without really moving. 

The thick needles of the Narnian trees had somehow turned into bumping shoulders, and his feet, instead of walking forward in a single straight line, were now desperately fighting to keep him while the sea of brown and black crashed into him. 

A few of the many people dressed in suits looked at him unbothered by his looks, but Caspian’s eyes were wide in confusion and fear at all the unrecognizable faces. He prided himself in being a kind king, knowing every single citizen who walked his kingdom, yet, for the first time in years, he couldn’t tell who anyone was. Or where he was, for that matter. 

“Please, I, pardon me, my lord, uh, hey!” he yelled at a particularly strong push he received from his back, making him stumble forward. 

“Get out of the way, freak!” someone barked at him, but when Caspian turned to face the person, they were already gone, their face blending in with the next person who came behind them. 

Caspian was still dazed and confused, even feeling wounded at the person’s words. He was no stranger to blasphemy and disrespect, but even in his short time as a king he had managed to live in peace and harmony, had learned compassion and tenderness in his early years, and those were the only values he deemed important to preach.

He managed to get out of the ever-flowing river of people, standing in a corner while he looked around. It dawned on him that he did not recognize the place, despite having walked through every corner of his kingdom as well as the neighboring ones. His previous hurt psyche turned to disorientation once again, his gaze jumping from one spot to another in mere seconds. It didn’t matter where he looked, life and movement seemed to spring from every angle. The sky was dark above him, yet the black ground under his feet reflected all the lights around him. Looking up, he felt claustrophobic. He couldn’t even see the Spear-Head, Narnia’s brightest star. He couldn’t know which was the way home. 

In his stupor, he completely ignored some of the weird looks he got from the rest of the passersby. He wore Rhindon by his side, still sheathed, for he had not felt any immediate danger despite the place he found himself in, and his riding attire contrasted greatly with the people around him. 

“Hey, pretty boy, did you lose your princess?” someone called from the other side of the street. 

The man was sitting down on a worn-out mattress and was missing a few teeth, but Caspian went to his side regardless.

“No, not princess, but my way home,” he spoke.

The man looked at him weirdly, not expecting Caspian to even listen to him in the first place.

“You British have a weird sense of humor,” he said, taking a sip from what Caspian imagined to be a small covered goblet. 

“British? What is that?” Caspian wondered, sitting on the man’s mattress.

“Boy, I don’t know what game you playing, but better leave my mattress alone. It’s been a hard night already,” the man pushed Caspian out of the mattress.

He fell to the floor, flabbergasted.

“Pardon me, my lord, but need I remind you who you are talking to?” he gripped Rhindon a bit tighter.

The man snorted. “Yeah, another lunatic from Times Square,” he chugged the rest of the beverage and threw it to the ground. 

“Times Square?” Caspian asked again.

“Don’t tell me you’re lost in New York. You’re good as dead, boy,” the man grabbed another can. 

The man burped loudly, making Caspian cringe at the sound and his attitude. Certainly, nobody had ever behaved that way in his presence. Maybe Peter.

Peter. The Pevensies. Caspian’s mind suddenly filled with hope. He remembered Peter’s stories about their true world and promptly wondered if he too, somehow, had switched places as they had all those centuries ago.

“Where am I?” Caspian suddenly stood straighter, with panic evident in his voice.

The man looked at him weirdly. “Times Square, New York?” he responded.

“Where are the Pevensies?” Caspian tried again.

“The who?”

“The Kings and Queens of Old.”

The man paused again, his drunken state not helping the situation. “England, I guess.”

“England…” Caspian whispered, the name sounding familiar in his head. “And how do I get there?” he asked the man again. 

The man shrugged. “I don’t know, boy. Go to Central Station, I guess. It’s just down the street,” the man pointed in the direction and continued burping.

“Thank you, kind man. May Aslan protect you,” Caspian replied with a renewed glow in his eyes, bowing slightly at him.

He immediately left running in the direction the odd man had pointed to, despite not knowing what a Central Station was. 

He now expertly avoided the rushing people, wheezing past them and dodging the horseless carriages that seemed to come for him. His mind was blank despite burning with blazing thoughts. He only had one goal in his mind: to find the Pevensies.

You, on the other hand, just wanted to get home. The train ride from New Haven was, incredibly, the highlight of your trip. A whole weekend spent at your parents' house for Thanksgiving, criticized for eating too much, not eating enough, working too hard, not working at all. Every family reunion was enough to send you spiraling again, and on nights like these, New York City had a bit of a habit of treating you even worse. 

The only thing you wanted was to get to your quaint apartment, take a much-needed bath, order some takeout, and drink your anxiety away until the bottle of rosé was empty. You had thankfully asked for the next day off from work, but it honestly felt like you needed at least ten to eleven working days just to recover. You loved your overbearing family, but it was simply too much, especially with Christmas just around the corner. 

With a big sigh, you exited the train, dragging your suitcase with tired movements. You really weren’t looking forward to the overcrowded station and subsequent streets, but you knew that, with some dissociation, you would soon enough find yourself at home. Walking towards the exit, a familiar logo caught your attention, and whilst, under any other circumstance, you would’ve avoided the overpriced bakery, you now felt an overwhelming sensation of wanting to reward yourself with a couple of cupcakes. Thankfully, there were few people at the shop due to the late hour, and you quickly found yourself on your way, absentmindedly bringing a cupcake to your mouth and enjoying the melting chocolate fondue that was on the inside after taking a big bite. 

Your eyes closed momentarily, enjoying the sweet flavor, completely ignoring your aunt’s shrilling voice in your mind about the calories. Maybe you should’ve paid attention to her annoying voice because you suddenly found yourself on the floor, the cupcake now staining your conveniently white shirt.

“Ah, shit, watch where you’re going! Look at my shirt!” you complained, overlooking the tingling in your knee from where you landed. You groaned when you saw the mess you’d made on yourself, your hands too covered in frosting.

“I am so very sorry, my lady,” the stranger spoke in a comforting voice. “Are you alright?”

You looked up at him. The man had long, raven hair, with the darkest eyes you’d ever seen. He dressed weirdly, with a sword by his side, almost as some sort of medieval knight. He was certainly attractive, and he was staring at you with a deep frown and what you could only classify as real concern in his features.

Unluckily for him, you’ve had a bad day, and it was only getting worse.

“What do you think? I fell on my butt and now I’ve got expensive cupcake smeared on my shirt! So no, I’m not alright, thank you for asking,” you huffed, a small part of you feeling guilty that you were taking your anger out on him, but an even bigger part of yourself urging you to let the steam off on the poor man. That’s what a good New Yorker does, anyway. Even if you technically weren’t.

You struggled slightly, using your suitcase as leverage, cringing at the sticky sensation on your fingers due to the sugar. The man held his hand out to you.

“I don’t need your help, thank you, I’m quite capable of getting up on my own,” you said, only for the wheels on your suitcase to roll unannounced and send you down once more. Only this time, the stranger was holding you a few inches above the floor. 

“Easy there, we do not want you to hurt yourself further, do we?” he spoke with serenity and empathy. That only angered you further.

“Yeah, alright, I’m not a kid so you can let go,” you said once you were standing on your own too feet.

You huffed, noticing the small crowd that was seemingly enjoying your little show. Your face felt hot in embarrassment. “What are y’all looking at?” you yelled at everybody.

The audience quickly dispersed as you looked in your bag for some tissue to clean yourself with. Yet the man kept standing there. 

“Can I help you?” you asked with an overly-sweet smile, hoping he would catch the drift and finally leave you alone.

The man shook his head as if shaking himself out of a daze. “Actually, yes. I seem to be lost. I was hoping you could help me find the way to England.”

You stared at him for a few moments. 

“Listen, if this is a joke or something, I don’t have the time or energy for that, so I’d appreciate it if you left me alone,” you thrust the now-dirty tissue back into your bag and grabbed your suitcase, with every intention of leaving the man and the day behind. 

“My lady, please, I’ve been asking around but nobody seemed to listen. I do not know where I am or how I came here and you are the only person who even stopped to talk,” he begged.

Despite the exhaustion and your anger, your gaze softened ever so slightly at his words. 

“I mean, England’s a long way from here. You either get a plane or get a boat, but that’ll take longer,” you replied after a few seconds, still with a tight grip on your suitcase.

You had learned distrust and wariness from a young age, especially in a place such as New York City, and the fact that the unknown man was dressed as if he had come out of a fairytale was making your internal alarm blare as loud as it could go. But his eyes… Those were the eyes of a scared kid.

“Pardon me, a… plain?” he asked, with confusion written all over his face.

You tried to keep the laugh in. “No, a plane. You know, this thing that flies?” you made the small notion with your arms, weirded out at the stranger’s ignorance.

“Fly? As… a bird does?” he asked again.

You frowned. “Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that, but yeah.”

“What kind of world is this?” he whispered to himself, but you heard him nonetheless.

You shook your head. “Alright, look, I have no idea if you’re being legit right now, or if you accidentally hit your head too hard at the LARP convention, but I really need to go. You wanna go to England? Go to JFK, someone will help you there. Now, if you excuse me, I need to leave and get some sleep. Nice to meet you,” you said with another huff, and quickly grabbed your belongings and left the man standing right at the center of the station without another word. 

You didn’t even want to look back at him, but you had no choice when one of the strips of your bag fell from your shoulder and a few of the contents fell to the floor. With a groan, you crouched and picked them up. Your little compact mirror had rolled to the top of the stairs, and you quickly grabbed it after turning around to reach for it. But then, you down, at the center of the main hall.

The man was still there, successfully failing to gain anybody’s attention, asking loudly how to get to the airport you had directed him to, with his eyes wide and shoulders tense. You bit your lip at the sight, your heart breaking slightly at the sight of his state.

You suddenly remembered your first night in the city. A blackout in your old studio apartment had left you standing in the middle of the street arguing with the cable guy from the electric company. If it hadn’t been for good old Antoinette, your downstairs neighbor, who had listened to the entire conversation and had let you spend the night at her apartment after giving you some homemade soup, you wouldn’t have stayed in New York. You groaned again, cursing your humanity, and quickly made your way back to the man.

You tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn around in desperation. His eyes widened when he saw you again, and a light smile grazed his lips. If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve found that cute.

“Alright, you’re clearly lost and it wouldn’t be nice of me to let you fend off for yourself. Is there anyone you can call?”

He seemed relieved, quickly nodding his head. “Yes! I am looking for some friends, the Pevensies. They’re from England. Something about… Spare Oom, or the city of War Drobe, perhaps?”

You regretted walking back to him immediately. “Are you drunk?”

“Drunk? No, I barely like wine,” he said earnestly. 

You slowly nodded, trying to follow along. “Right, Spare Oom… I do have a wardrobe but I don’t think that’s the one you’re looking for,” sarcasm flowed out of your mouth, but the stranger didn’t seem to understand it. “Do you need cash? I can call a taxi for you,” you offered.

“I am afraid I do not understand what you mean. Taxi?” the stranger replied.

“I’ll repeat myself once more. Is there anybody you can call to help you, other than me?” you added.

The man closed his mouth in thought. You then noticed the little stubble on his chin. You thought it looked nice, but you also wondered what a full beard on his beautiful face would look like.

A migraine was making its way into your head, the tiredness mixed with whatever that was, leading you to make a decision that, otherwise, you wouldn’t have in a million years.

“Okay, I’ll probably regret this later, but I can let you call your friends in England from my house phone. Otherwise, the bill would skyrocket if we did it here. So, um, if you want, and if you promise you won’t murder me on the way there, I can lend you the phone. I don’t normally do this, but, I don’t know, I’m tired and not thinking straight,” you rambled, suddenly insecure and quite aware of your surroundings.

But in your youth, you had also learned how to never back down. And to always help someone in need. And he clearly needed help.

His face glowed after your words. “Oh, Aslan, that would be lovely, thank you so very much! The kingdom of Narnia will forever be indebted to you. And fear not, my lady, for my intentions are only pure,” he grabbed your hand and softly stretched in his own. His fingers were surprisingly soft, although you noticed faint lines and scars littering his palms. 

You almost forgot his words when his thumb softly caressed the back of your hand.

“The what now?”

“The Kingdom of Narnia,” he dropped your hand.

“What, you’re some sort of prince or something?” you snorted loudly, readjusting your bag and grabbing your suitcase once again. 

You started walking toward the entrance, with the man hot on your tail.

“A King, actually, my lady,” he said, readjusting his posture.

You nodded, hiding in your light scarf as soon as you stepped out into the street. “Well, your majesty, no need to use titles here.”

“Then you must call me Caspian.”

“Caspian? Like the sea?” you wondered out loud with a frown, more preoccupied with hailing one of the taxis that flew by every time you tried to reach for one.

“There’s a sea named after me?”

“By any means, you would be named after the sea. It’s been around far longer than you have,” you continued, the pain behind your eyes only growing with every question the man–Caspian, threw your way.

Caspian remained silent for a few seconds. “What an odd War Drobe,” he kept following you around, looking up at the skyscrapers, wondering where, out of all the places Aslan could have sent him, was he. “And your name is?”

You suddenly remembered that you still hadn’t introduced yourself. He tasted your name on his lips, and you couldn’t deny that you loved the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. You couldn’t deny it, but you could blame it on your migraine, and that’s what you were going to do.

It didn’t take long to reach your apartment once you managed to catch a taxi. Your corporate job had so gracefully given you an incredible space right by Central Park on the Upper West Side, much to your parents’ delight. Caspian had been too busy looking out the window, marveling over the horse-less carriages, and getting bewildered at the sight of the driver at the front of the yellow car. You were still massaging your temples on the elevator ride to your floor, all the while Caspian talked about a metal tower and an old man and a talking lion –whatever that meant. 

Taking your coat and scarf off, you motioned Caspian forward into your apartment. You had thankfully cleaned before leaving for the weekend, therefore there was no dirty laundry accidentally on the floor.

“Are these your quarters?” Caspian asked, looking curiously around. 

He also looked tired, even though he was clearly trying to hide it. Just this morning he had been waking up in his quarters in the old castle of Telmar, and now he was standing in a complete stranger’s living space with no clear way of going back.

The pounding in your head was only getting worse, so you just nodded. “Sure, let’s call them that. Look, the phone’s over there. There’s a pad right next to it with the international codes, so just type in the UK one and be done with it.”

You quickly got your suitcase and went to your room. You knew that you weren’t being smart about this. You didn’t know this Caspian, and everything that came from his mouth seemed to become weirder by the minute. Some part of your brain still thought he was messing with you. Maybe he was too much of a method actor, taking his acting a bit too far. But those eyes… Whatever dark color they were made you want to trust him. But then again, you had never had a perfect stranger standing in the middle of your living room dressed as a medieval king claiming to have friends in England that he so desperately needed to reach. 

Your stomach grumbled in hunger, and you looked down at your shirt, remembering the big chocolate stain on it. You changed into different and more comfortable clothes with a sigh, making sure you were still properly covered before stepping out.

You don’t know how much time had passed, but when you stepped out into the living room again, you found Caspian half laying on the couch, light snores coming from his mouth, and the phone slowly slipping from his hand. 

“Damnit,” you cursed under your breath, taking careful steps toward him.

You shook him a bit, trying to wake him up in the most comfortable yet ‘get-out-of-my-house’ way you could muster, but the man was clearly a heavy sleeper, for he made no move. If anything, he sunk deeper into the cushions and made himself at home at yours.

Against better judgment, you grabbed one of the blankets at the end of the couch and threw it over him. You looked at him for a few seconds, yet another sharp pain in your skull reminded you of the situation. But then again, you were too tired. Despite your slow movements, you managed to grab some painkillers from the bathroom, relieve yourself after the long train ride, and throw yourself under the covers of your bed, not without locking your bedroom door first, because it would be stupid to leave the door unlocked when a self-titled king was sleeping just outside.

With that, you too, fell asleep, dreaming of talking lions, dreamy princes, and wardrobes.

Part II

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Everyone except Lucy went to sleep at once. Lucy, being far less tired, found it hard to get comfortable. Also, she had forgotten till now that all Dwarfs snore. She knew that one of the best ways of getting to sleep is to stop trying, so she opened her eyes. Through a gap in the bracken and branches she could just see a patch of water in the Creek and the sky above it. Then, with a thrill of memory, she saw again, after all those years, the bright Narnian stars. She had once known them better than the stars of our own world, because as a Queen in Narnia she had gone to bed much later than as a child in England. And there they were—at least, three of the summer constellations could be seen from where she lay: the Ship, the Hammer, and the Leopard. "Dear old Leopard," she murmured happily to herself.

Instead of getting drowsier she was getting more awake—with an odd, night-time, dreamish kind of wakefulness. The Creek was growing brighter. She knew now that the moon was on it, though she couldn't see the moon. And now she began to feel that the whole forest was coming awake like herself. Hardly knowing why she did it, she got up quickly and walked a little distance away from their bivouac.

"This is lovely," said Lucy to herself. It was cool and fresh; delicious smells were floating everywhere. Somewhere close by she heard the twitter of a nightingale beginning to sing, then stopping, then beginning again. It was a little lighter ahead. She went towards the light and came to a place where there were fewer trees, and whole patches or pools of moonlight, but the moonlight and the shadows so mixed that you could hardly be sure where anything was or what it was. At the same moment the nightingale, satisfied at last with his tuning up, burst into full song.

Lucy's eyes began to grow accustomed to the light, and she saw the trees that were nearest her more distinctly. A great longing for the old days when the trees could talk in Narnia came over her. She knew exactly how each of these trees would talk if only she could wake them, and what sort of human form it would put on. She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face, and fond of dancing. She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his face and hands, and hair growing out of the warts. She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah!—she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the lady of the wood.

"Oh, Trees, Trees, Trees," said Lucy (though she had not been intending to speak at all). "Oh, Trees, wake, wake, wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and Hamadryads, come out, come to me."

Though there was not a breath of wind they all stirred about her. The rustling noise of the leaves was almost like words. The nightingale stopped singing as if to listen to it. Lucy felt that at any moment she would begin to understand what the trees were trying to say. But the moment did not come. The rustling died away. The nightingale resumed its song. Even in the moonlight the wood looked more ordinary again. Yet Lucy had the feeling (as you sometimes have when you are trying to remember a name or a date and almost get it, but it vanishes before you really do) that she had just missed something: as if she had spoken to the trees a split second too soon or a split second too late, or used all the right words except one, or put in one word that was just wrong.

- C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian