#HELP ME I TAGGED FANDOMS FOR EASY NAVIGATION AND FORGOT THAT IT PUTS IT ON THE FUCKING TAG NOOOOOO

[kijosakka]

finally making one of these

about me ;

✩ i go by kijosakka on here!! any variation is fine

✩ pronouns - they/them, she/her, he/him

✩ i run an ao3 account under the same handle (kijosakka)

--misc. under the cut

account tags / sideblogs ;

✧ kijorambles - my various ramblings, fandom, personal, etc.

✧ kjask - ask responses

✧ kjwrites - things related to what im writing/my ao3 acc

✧ hadys - designated tag for my ongoing fic 'high achiever, don't you see?'

✧ dramaturgyAU - things related to my silly noah (TD) centric au :P

➷ @kelephrite - tech & web sideblog

➷ @vescalt - dumping ground for loose inspirational posts/worldbuilding things

notable works / ongoing misc ;

❍ high achiever, don't you see? - TD: world tour rewrite fic, noah-centric and im hoping alenoaheather endgame (and a self indulgent ezekiel & noah friendship?)

❍ dramaturgy AU - previously workshopped as nepo au, this au alters noahs character and dynamic with the cast wherein he’s distinctly aware of the ‘person behind the camera’. nothing properly written for it, it just lives on my tumblr in multiple posts (and a rb chain) and has many themes of panopticon

❍ bingo events - ao3 favorite tag, fandom-free gingerbread edition, & bad things happen are all ongoing atm :3

tagged fandoms ;

△ omori

△ sally face

△ bnha

△ total drama

△ mouthwashing

[infriga]

Writer tag game

I was tagged by @novantinuum !

Author Name: I’m Infriga on tumblr but I go by Ppleater on AO3 because it’s a username I liked to use in the past lol.

Fandom(s) you write for: Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, and in the past I’ve also written one or two things for Red vs Blue, Gintama, Chuck, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, and SGA. Most of my older stuff is on FFN, where it will stay because it’s old and embarrassing lol. I want to write a One Piece fic some day but christ is it a hard fandom to write for. There are so many puzzle pieces and moving parts and layers to everything in the OP world that anything bigger than a oneshot is daunting. Also Luffy’s mind is an enigma so I can only imagine how difficult he’d be to write.

Where you post: AO3. I used to post on FFN years ago, but not anymore because let’s be honest, ffn kinda sucks in comparison.

Most popular one-shot: My RvB fic I guess. The long cliched title is Five Times Tucker Knew Church Was a Robot, And One Time He Forgot That Church Was Still Human. It’s not all that popular, but it got more attention than any of my older oneshots on FFN haha.

Most popular multi-chapter: My Gravity Falls fic about kid Stan and paranoid Ford, 1 Step Forward, 20 Years Back. It was my first multichapter fic, and boy was I floored by the response it got!

Favorite story you wrote: I’m really bad at picking favourites! I like both my GF fic 1 Step Forward, 20 Years Back, and my Steven Universe fic Aid to Navigation at the moment. They’re both more recent fics and I feel like I’ve shown the most improvement in writing both of them, which is part of why i like them more, but I like them both for different reasons so I can’t really choose between them.

Story you were nervous to post: Man I’m nervous posting everything I write lol. I guess I tend to be more nervous about my hurt/comfort stuff for some reason? Especially the hurt parts. Like the chapter where Stan gets thrown down the stairs by Bill in my GF fic, or the upcoming chapter 5 in my SU fic. I really enjoy writing that sort of stuff, and I love reading it even more, so I’m always a little like >:3c but I can be a wee bit sensitive about stuff I get really into writing because I’m invested in it so I’m also a little like <:3c every time, you know? Still, if there’s one thing I’ve learned by getting more involved in fandoms is that it can be worth it to just put stuff out there and own it even when I’m nervous about it, so I usually just force myself to press the post button before I can chicken out. It’s worked out pretty well for me so far.

How do you choose your titles? I’ve developed 2 main methods which, funnily enough, I used for my two recent multichapter fics.

Method 1 involves word play, such as using a pun or a saying that fits one of the themes of my fic, and I adjust it as needed it to match the story. I felt like the saying “1 step forward, 2 steps back” fit the whole portal confrontation in general, and Stan getting turned into a kid involves taking some pretty literal steps backwards, so I changed it to 20 years back to give it a de-aging spin and make it even more of a play on words. That one admittedly came pretty easy to me. I also came up with more puns,wordplay, and jokes for the chapter names to match.

Method 2 involves using symbolism. I like to figure out something I feel would be symbolic of my fic and I look for interesting and relevant terminology or topics related to whatever that symbol is. In Aid to Navigation I settled on lighthouses as the symbolic element because I felt it suited Steven’s character, since he lives on a beach, helps guide people, and literally glows. An aid to navigation is basically any structure that helps ships navigate on the ocean, which includes lighthouses in particular, and it felt really suitable for Steven’s character and the themes of the fic. Other terminology that popped up and caught my interest while looking into stuff related to lighthouses ended up serving as inspiration for the chapter names and some of the story progression.

Of course, sometimes a title just pops into my head automatically and I end up liking it right away, but that’s pretty rare lol.

How many of your stories are complete? 2 on AO3, my RvB oneshot and my GF fic, and an extra 7 oldy moldy ones on FFN which are all oneshots. I technically write more now than I used to, but while my word count has rised drastically the number of individual fics I’ve written isn’t too high yet. I just found I enjoy writing longer multichapter fics a lot.

In progress: Just Aid to Navigation at the moment. I’m the kind of person who usually likes to finish a writing project before moving to a new one.

Coming soon:

I’ve tried coming up with future projects but honestly it seems like I tend to just be sort of... Gripped with a sudden idea that just feels right. I always have tons of concepts I like, but most never actually become anything. Only a few strike me as something that I really want to turn into a story right away. I might make a series of connected oneshots for Aid to Navigation involving interactions and scenes that I couldn’t fit in due to there not being enough time to explore every character the way I wanted (like I wanted to write a scene with Lars and Steven for example, but it didn’t seem to fit anywhere), but beyond that I have no idea what I’ll end up writing.

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write: Do upcoming chapters of a current fic count? The chapters I felt most excited to write for Aid to Navigation are the next one which is already finished and awaiting the accompanying picture, titled “Red Sector”, and the following one after that, which will be titled “Leading Lights”. All I’ll say about them is that both types of lights serve as warnings.

Top five favorite authors:

I like so many damnit, it’s hard to choose!

I’ve loved everything I’ve read by @novantinuum

I’ve bookmarked a lot of GF fics by @impishnature

Same with @fanfoolishness and their SU fics

One Piece fics by @taizi are my favourites in the fandom

There’s probably more people I’m forgetting and if that’s the case I’m sorry and I love you all, but if anyone wants to see more authors I’ve read stuff by I have fic rec/fic recs/fanfic rec/fanfic recs tags (wish I could remember which one I use at a given time so I wasn’t so inconsistent about it otl. Someday when xkit is working again I’ll try to organise them better). Also I have like, 400+ bookmarks on AO3 that you can look through as well.

Tagging: Uh, I tag all the writers I mentioned above I guess, if they want to do it and if they haven’t done it already!

[dearlazerbunny]

Lie to Me (Ch. 22 of 28)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Genre/Ratings: M eventually (aiming for a slow burn here); warnings for kidnapping and subsequent anxiety/PTSD (will be marked before every chapter)

Words: 1300

Summary: If you had to guess what the captured, traitor, trickster god Loki Laufeyson wanted or needed at this moment, a babysitter would be far, far down on the list. (Set after the events of Avengers 1.)

SHOUTOUT TO @molmcb and @jessiejunebug, I’m too tired to think of something clever to put here tonight (pt. 1)

Requested Tags: @deraniel, @iamverity,  @yasnooshka24, @wegingerangelica, @themusingsofmany , @dark-night-sky-99, @tarynkauai, @stuffandstuff-stuff, @angelicshinigami, @my-current-fandom-is, @geekysimmerthings,           @lokis-butter-knife, @help-i-need-a-social-life, @vodka-and-some-sass

“The Allfather has summoned me.”

You look up, pulled from the doodles you’ve been scribbling on your notepad. The two of you have been sitting in companionable silence, exchanging the occasional barb, but in general just… being. It’s nice. Very nice. “What?”

“Odin,” he repeats. He has a book in his hands, and appears to be reading it, but from what you can tell he hasn’t turned a page in ages. “He has recalled me back to Asgard.”

“Oh.” You blink. And then it hits you. Oh. “You’re leaving.”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“They are not in the habit of telling me such things. But very soon, I gather.”

“I see.” The still-healing scars hidden underneath your shirt all seem to twinge at once.

You look at him. He looks at you. And then the two of you go back to what you were doing before Loki spoke his death sentence into existence. The silence is a little less companionable now, stretched thin by the thousands of things the two of you are not saying.

                                                             XXX

It is indeed very soon. The next day you stand shivering in a thin sweater in an open field, surrounded by agents and Avengers and probably more invisible surveillance hiding in the shadows that today’s dawn is bringing. Some small, pathetic part of you honestly expected the sun to not rise today. Because he’s leaving. And everyone knows he’s not coming back. To them, it’s a victory, a relief. For you… well. You hadn’t slept much that night.

No one had told you about their departure, either, except for Thor, who had the courtesy to give you the time and place should you want to be there. Part of you didn’t. Most of you didn’t. But you also couldn’t give up the chance of seeing him one last time.

So you stand on the sidelines, trembling from the weather and only the weather, hoping no one will notice you. Everyone is on edge, even though Loki is thoroughly chained and has not moved from Thor’s side. The muzzle, thankfully, has not made an appearance.

The crowd gathered is very pointedly looking everywhere but Thor and his brother, so it is very easy for Thor to catch your eye and wave you over. You go, and you can feel eyes follow you, but you’re pulled by a force much stronger than your anxiety of being the attention of a crowd. It’s a little hard to navigate with the boot encasing your slowly mending ankle, but you manage. Thor says something to Loki you can’t hear as you approach, but Loki inclines his head in what looks to be a gesture of gratitude. “I will leave you be for a minute, little sister. Do make sure my brother behaves.” A strong arm is wrapped around your shoulders and an affectionate kiss placed upon your forehead. You hug Thor back and look at him gratefully before he moves off towards the other Avengers, all on guard and looking very ready for this whole ordeal to be over.

But your focus isn’t on them. “Trickster.”

“Witling.”

“I feel underdressed.” He smiles slightly at this, acknowledging the formal battle armor he’s clothed in for his arrival to Asgard.

“Well, I would hardly want to disappoint Father, now would I?”

You huff out a breath. “I don’t know how you’re making jokes.”

“You started it.” You wrinkle your nose at him, such a familiar gesture, and the warmth in his eyes such a familiar feeling. The wind ruffles your hair, and you wrap your arms around yourself. “You’re shivering.”

“Well, it’s cold. Humans get cold, remember?”

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” But your sweater glows faintly, and then you are considerably warmer. You raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh, hush, a small spell will not get me in trouble today.”

“Liar.”

He shrugs, and the chains wrapped around him rattle depressingly.

There are so many things you don’t know how to say. So many things you can’t say. Whether it’s because you don’t have the words, or the courage, or both, you can’t be sure. But you look him in the eye and very firmly, but softly, so no one else can hear, you say to him: “I want you to come back. Please. If you can.”

He stares at you for a moment, and then a moment more, taking you in. “And what if I know that I cannot?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a tear drops down your cheek. “Then lie to me.”

“Everyone is looking, Witling,” he says gently.

“Let them.” Out of defiance and anger and grief and a big fuck you to whatever power in the universe deemed this be the way fate would have it, you stand on your toes and brush a kiss to his cheek. “Keep yourself out of trouble, Trickster.”

“Only for you, love.”

And before you can process that little bombshell, Thor is back and gently tugging you away from Loki, relocating you to a safe distance from both the Bifrost opening and prying eyes. “Thank you, Thor. For everything.”

And wonder of wonders, the god bows to you. “It is you I have to thank, my lady. Truly, you do not know everything you have done.”

“Please look out for him.” Because I can’t.

He smiles sadly. “I have for a thousand years. I do not plan on stopping anytime soon.”

You nod, accepting it. All of it. His fate, and yours, and every footstep that led you to this moment.

When Thor raises Mjolnir above his head, colors you haven’t ever seen before and will never see again shine from the heavens. You hold Loki’s gaze as long as you can, until the flash of light he disappears into forces you to turn away.

The crowd begins to disperse, and you with them, until something metal clamps around your wrist. You shriek, adrenaline flooding your system at the surprise, and you are instantly released. “Hey, hey, it’s just me. Jesus kid, I’m sorry. I forgot about the-”

“Mr. Stark,” you say stiffly, not letting him finish his sentence. You eye the metal suit he’s wrapped in carefully. “Can I help you?”

“You’re going to need to come with us.”

“I don’t believe I do,” you say coolly. “I am going home.”

Stark sighs. “Do I have to force you? Because I can, and I will, but we both know you probably can’t handle that right now.”

“What do you want from me? I’m nothing of interest.”

“Yeah, we’ll be the judge of that. This way.” He points to the Quinjet stationed nearby, and the rest of the Avengers gathered around it. God fucking- this is the absolute last thing you need today. You just want to go home and cry. But Stark’s threat looms heavy in the already stifling air, so you follow him, leaving your heart at the ancient sigil now burned into the ground.

The plane ride is silent and efficient, and its occupants may as well be statues. You sit in the farthest corner possible, knees pulled up to your chest, still feeling the warmth emanating faintly from your sweater. You put your cheek to your sweater’s sleeve, fruitlessly hoping it might feel like his touch. It doesn’t. “Can I ask what this is about?”

“You’re going to medical,” Stark replies.

“I’ve already had many examinations. I’m sure I don’t heal as fast as superhumans, but the doctors don’t seem to be concerned with my progress.”

“We’re not talking about broken ribs here,” another voice says. The archer, you think, who’s flying the plane.

“Then what are you talking about.”

“Magic.”

That throws you for a second. “Excuse me?”

“We all saw what you did back there,” Stark comments. “With the-” he taps his cheek.

Your eyes widen. “What of it?” You say hotly, immediately on the defense. “I didn’t realize it was any of your business.”

“Look, kid, I don’t know who you think you are, but when someone goes up and kisses the cheek of the god of mischief who just so happened to attack all of Manhattan less than a year ago? Something is wrong. Very wrong. But don’t worry, we know how to reverse it. You’re going to be fine.”

Several pieces click into place in your brain. You wish they hadn’t. Because if Stark is suggesting what you think he’s suggesting- your hands clench into fists. “You think he’s mind controlling me.”

“We know he is, kid, we’ve seen it before-”

“You think when he came to rescue me, he, what? Magicked me instead? That he conscripted all those Hydra agents to beat me nearly to death just for an out?” Your voice has been steadily rising, and a curly headed man in the corner is starting to look uncomfortable- they all are, really- but you hardly care. “You are such an ornery, bull-headed, imperceptive-”

“Kid-”

“He would never do such a thing,” you snarl. “How dare you.”

“Okay, hold up.” The same man who spoke before from the cockpit presses a few buttons, then enters the conversation properly. “He would never? Are you kidding me? He did. With me. With other agents. Good people, I might add. And he forced us to do-” he cuts himself off, shakes his head roughly. Romanov puts a gentle hand on his wrist.

“I am very sorry about what he did to you, Agent Barton.” Barton looks a little shocked that you know his name. “And I do not make excuses for his actions.”

“Then why the hell-”

“I’m sorry.” You snap to your feet, anger rolling off of you in waves. “But did everyone here get atoned for their sins and suddenly become saints when I had my back turned?” Every word you spit from your mouth is a dagger, embedding themselves into the air around you. “Because the last time I checked, I am sitting here with two master assassins, a billionaire who made his money off weapons of mass destruction, and a man who I’m assuming willingly subjected himself to scientific experimentation so he could kill people more effectively. I don’t know who you are,” you gesture to the man who’s looking a little green in the face. “But if you’re in with this crowd I’m willing to bet you’re not so innocent either.”

“How much blood do each of you have on your hands? How many people have you killed? Do you think that just because you’ve joined a cause all that destruction just gets wiped from your ledgers? Now you,” you point a finger at the Captain. “You kill Nazis, as far as I know. I might give you a pass for that. But I’m willing to bet there’s someone out there who even you’d make very, very bad decisions for.” You can tell you touched a nerve there, because the Captain definitely looks a little haunted by your words.

“And you!” You turn on Stark. “Jesus Christ, every stupid move you’ve made in your entire life is most likely because Howard Stark was probably a really, really shitty dad.” You laugh at that a little, and you try to ignore when it comes out a touch hysterical. “Try having Odin for a father. Try being played and manipulated from birth. Because I think if for one measly second you tried to put yourself in Loki’s shoes, you might find that you’re really not all that different.

Loki fucked up. Big time. On a massive scale. I know that. You know that. He also knows that, though I don’t think any of you ever bothered to find that out. Have none of you, not a single one, ever fucked up because you were hurting? Because it all just became too much? I just spent the last ten months with the God of Lies, so don’t bother lying to me. We all have. And because you’re sitting here, each and every one of you got a second chance to redeem yourselves. You got a do over. A restart, to prove that you yourself aren’t defined by those shitty mistakes. This ‘Avengers Initiative’ is one big shot at forgiveness for all of you. Why doesn’t Loki deserve that same chance?”

You look each and every one of them in the eye, staring down the most powerful people on earth who could snap you like a twig with a casual hug, but you aren’t afraid. You’re not. You’re mad, and heartbroken, and tired of shortsighted people who think they know it all when really they’re just… ignorant.

“Loki has been messing up for thousands of years,” the Captain says firmly. “Thor told us-”

“And I’m sure he conveniently left out all the times he messed up over the past thousand years. He’s not so clean either. Trust me, I’ve got a masters in mythology. I could tell you some stories, if you’d take the time to hear them. But you won’t, because Thor is your friend, and I get it, you have soft spots for your friends. You give friends second chances. You forgive your friends. Loki’s never had a friend, not really. But I’m his friend. And I forgive him. And I gave him the second chance he deserves.”

A very long moment passes. “But he did save my life,” you say shortly. “So, I guess I’m biased.”

A/N: Hi I definitely posted this on Ao3 and forgot to post on here so you all get two chapters tonight! Woo!

[swanky-batman]

Narnia Part 6

Peter Pevensie x Reader, Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: drinking, swearing, violence, probably just mature situations all around.

Part 6! Sorry it’s taken a while to start posting again but I’m trying to get caught up on some of this stuff! Back from my honeymoon now <3 It continues immediately after part 5, I hope you enjoy! (also the gifs aren’t mine!)

Masterlist  || Ko-Fi

Beginning- Previous- Next

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His heart sped up as he went towards the window, seeing a makeshift escape route. Immediately, he gathered Edmund, Lucy, Susan, Caspian and Reep in his room to speak to them.

They devised a route for each of them to take to cover the most ground, taking a small group with each to search.

One by one, each returned to the castle- empty handed. Peter, who was the last to return after the longest and farthest search, retreated towards his room. Angrily, he tossed his equipment to the side, making a large noise around him as he did. 

He spotted his letter on his desk, tearing it open before pouring over the contents.

Dearest High King,

I am so sorry to leave this way, but your opinion of me breaks me to my core. I cannot, will not, go back with the uncle who sought to leave me- who cannot even look at me.

I cherished the time we all spent together, and will miss you all dearly. Please take care, and keep a watchful eye of those surrounding you. I beg you to be safe, regardless if you will listen to me or not.

Your Ex-Princess

He did not feel better after reading it. He reread it over and over and scoffed at the idea of him listening to her warnings. His mind began to reprocess the events leading up to her seclusion. 

He had trusted her, given her open access to almost all areas of the castle. To his family and most trusted friends…

A knock at the door sent him from his thoughts, calling for the person to come in. 

“Peter, can we speak?” Ed asked, his own letter clutched in his hand.

He sighed, setting his jaw.

“I had a question about the guard that came to speak to you.” Edmund continued after closing the door.

“He did what he thought was right…”

“That’s just it, Peter- how did he know it was something traitorous?” Edmund paused, waiting for his words to hit him. Peter stood, annoyed that there was a questioning of his leadership going on. “How could he have known it was unless he knew what it said himself?”

Peter stopped his groaning, not moving at all for a few moments. When his head whipped around to look at Edmund, his face shown a bit of fear and confusion. “Guards!” He yelled, striding over towards the door.

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“Oh, mother, look at your daughter. How far I thought I had progressed, just to be part of the wildlings once again.” You murmured to yourself, content with some of the products you had grabbed.

The first few hours had been a scramble after you left the castle. Still early enough before the servants and the sun arose, you had to be quick to get a lead on and not leave a path behind you. You had hidden often with your mother when you were younger but it was like using something covered in dust, trying to remember everything about it.

Once you had gotten further out you still remained cautious, knowing they would probably send out a hunting party for their prisoner- so you perched your stuff high above and dug yourself a cove inside a tree and covered yourself with moss and other coverings. 

Staying there for a while, you had gotten quite cozy and since you hadn’t slept through the night your eyes threatened to close now.

You woke with a snap of your eyes as you heard hoofbeats not far away.

You could hear the horses breath, and the riders as he had to have come far out of the way to get towards you.

You could hear mumbling and were worried you would have to stay hidden from several pairs of eyes so you lowered your breathing to a minimum.

Coming into view, the shaggy hair and tired eyes of the High King himself came into your vision for a split second. There were emotions crossed on his face- concern, worry, slight anger and exhaustion were the ones you caught in the moment. You whispered an apology as he rode on and waited even longer to come out of your hiding.

With the compass you managed to tie around your neck you used the general directions to navigate you to where- you hoped- there was a small village a few miles up. From there you decided to move West as best you could and try to find some sort of work since you were starting from scratch.

“Mother, how did you manage?” You mumbled with a small smile to yourself, suddenly very aware of how alone you were. It had been a while since you had no one else to please, to answer to… to talk to. 

Noises another half hour on your journey made you cautiously step back and pause. Voices- maybe three or four. On horseback, unfamiliar. You held yourself in one spot, sinking into the trunk you were by and counted. Five minutes went by and their voices seemed to be circling your south. Another five minutes and you heard them a little further off.

Taking a deep breath you rushed a little faster by foot. If you were going to succeed you needed to get out of the easy radius of the castle. The good news was you knew how to hide your tracks so they didn’t know which way you had moved from the castle. 

How Peter had happened to be the one on your journey seemed a bit too close for comfort- a bad sign for the start. Although it did give you one last chance to see him, not glaring or filled with anger towards you. 

You had arrived, another close call with one more group and some time later. With it being near evening, the general shop was closed along with most of the food stalls so you set yourself up on the outskirt of town up in a strong tree. You were lucky for the wildlife around Narnia or you would have little to no chance. 

You nodded off and woke fairly early, the sun hitting your eyes up the tree. You thought through what you might need at the shops and recounted the amount of coin you had- you would need a bigger bag able to carry most of your supplies, a new hunting knife and tinder box would make your nights easier, as well as a head scarf for the sun as well as to help you through any towns you would hit. 

Things seemed to go smooth- you bartered with the shop and the food stall vendors, everyone seeming to be a little wary of a stranger but friendly enough all the same. 

That’s when you spotted it- a riding party coming from the direction of the castle. You quickly finished up your purchase and threw your head scarf on, dodging as quickly as you could while avoiding attention. Last house towards the end of town, you heard them coming closer and your heart raced, a hand reaching out and pulling you off to the side and inside the building.

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“Lucy please stop your tapping.” Susan asked, sitting across from her.

Lucy pouted and then looked over at Peter, “I’m worried.”

“I think everyone is a bit worried, my dear.” Reep chimed in, looking out the window next to Peter. He followed Peter’s gaze across the gardens and towards the forest.

“I for one think we were a little hard on the whole topic.” Lucy mumbled, earning a shush from Susan.

A knock at the door got everyone’s attention, Caspian walking in, “We have visitors- they aren’t pleased at the moment.”

Peter rubbed his face, “ The King of Calormen.” He groaned.

“I almost forgot about them.” Lucy jumped up, looking worried, “What’s going to happen?”

“We shall see.” Peter straightened and walked towards the room Caspian indicated.

“Where is she?” The King asked in a quiet tone. “What so-called crimes has she committed against you- against Narnia?”

Peter felt the whole rooms gaze upon him, “It is not what she has done, but the crimes your majesty has committed.”

At this, he seemed taken aback, “Me?”

“Yes, we have found one of your traitors.” Peter gestured for a pair of his guards who were holding the guard that accused Y/N of the statement made.

“Blasphemy!” The king shifted, “I have no idea who this man is.”

“We know his story, your majesty. The only thing I am concerned about is why you had him bring Princess Y/N into question.” Peter crossed his arms, as did Caspian.

“Father!” His son turned towards him, “Tell me you didn’t put her in danger!”

“My son you should care less about the peasant who is no line to the throne.”

“She is family!”

“She is nothing but a pawn!” The king raised his voice.

“Not to me.” His son and Peter answered at the same time, surprising each other.

“Your peace treaty is void.” Caspian proclaimed, trying to keep the conversation in the room.

“Guards!” Peter shouted, guards flooding the room with their weapons drawn.

The king frowned, “You have made a big mistake, boy.”

“It’s High King Peter- and I was not the one who wanted war.” Peter glared, ordering them away.

Moments later there was a silence that filled the room.

“I’ll go with the guards to the King’s room- maybe send Ed or someone to interrogate that son of his.” Caspian nodded, walking out.

Peter sighed, looking around, “Where is Ed?”

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You struggled for a moment, the stranger placing a hand over your mouth after the door was shut and yanking the scarf from your head.

“It is you.” He sighed, stepping back into the room with the fire hitting his face.

“Edmund?” You breathed, your heart racing, “How did you find me? What will you do with me?”

“I was thinking dinner and a drink.” He smirked, mocking you a little after his eyes ran over you. “If you have the time.”

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Escapade- Chapter Four

A/N: Hi again, friends! Here’s Chapter Four. I know it is short, but fear not; Chapters Six, Seven, and Eight combined account for more than half of the fic’s 20,739 words (in total they amount to 12,245 words-whew!), so there are some big fat chapters heading your way. And BOY are they packed with angst and fluff. Just stay with me a little longer. 

Also, I’d like to apologize for not realizing that italics do not transcribe from Google Docs to Tumblr. Rookie move, Cole, rookie move. But this is my first ever long fic for any fandom ever (I don’t write much), so go easy on me. Errors have since been resolved.

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Chapter Three on my Tumblr (I think you get the drill at this point)

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As the night fell into morning, the wretched breeze from the west blew sharply across Roman’s sleeping face. The Prince blinked awake torpidly, his face numb from the incessant wind. Blinking thickly to dislodge the crust from his eyes, he peered to the east and saw the iridescent purple rays of the rising sun. The great wash of colors emblazoning the early morning sky took his breath away. He had seen thousands of sunrises, but every one he saw always felt like the first.

He momentarily forgot himself and his mission until he felt Maximus move beneath his shoulders. The horse was also staring into the sunrise, his ears swiveling in many directions. Upon feeling Roman looking at him, he nickered in greeting. The horse rose, leaving Roman to fall upon the ground.

“I know...I know, I’m up,” Roman hissed, rubbing his eyes and tensing as the horse stepped over him to get a drink from the creek.

As Maximus trotted up and down the length of his picket line, Roman set about clearing away his meagre fire pit. He did not want his route to be traceable, not only so evil things would not be able to follow, but also so the other Sides would not come looking for him should he get in trouble. Roman was well aware of Logan’s knowledge of navigation, and Virgil now had a very finely attuned sense of where he was at any given time. He wanted to keep them safe.  

Roman’s stomach rumbled. Rooting around in Maximus’s saddlebag, he pulled out a sandwich, courtesy of Patton, and munched as he thought about his plan for the day. He had calculated his position the night before, using strategies he had memorized from Logan’s book. With a swift journey and little distraction, he should arrive in the Dragon Witch’s territory by dusk. This would allow him plenty of time to get into a good position and eat something sustaining. He would then tie Maximus up, and trudge alone to the Dragon Witch’s lair. There, he would have to wait outside of the entrance, for the Dragon Witch always put an impenetrable shield around her den when she slept, making killing her in her sleep impossible. This was just fine by Roman’s standards, as, in his opinion, there was something unjust about killing a creature in its slumber.

And so, after giving Maximus ample time to digest his breakfast, Roman geared the steed back up, and continued off to the darker half of his kingdom. The sun behind them reflected on the clouds that banked against the western horizon, making them appear solid black and smoky.

Roman, despite the exhilaration he always felt when racing across open land on a horse, couldn't help but shudder. The black fringe of clouds marked the beginning of the Dragon Witch’s territory. It was a thick curtain of smoke, ash, and cloud. Roman could already taste it minutely when the wind blew particularly strong into his face.

As the sun drew higher and higher in the sky, the white equine streak topped with a shock of purple hair below began to become hazier and hazier as it was beginning to be lost from view, engulfed by swirling gusts of wind littered with dust and ash.

Throughout the day, Patton and Logan did their level best to keep Virgil occupied. They spent most of the day catching up on Stranger Things, but around four o'clock, Virgil had had enough and resorted to surfing the Internet on his phone.

Logan was impressed by the strong face Virgil put on; if he didn’t scrutinize the anxious side for long enough, he would have been convinced that nothing more pressing and nerve wracking than usual was on his mind. He would still crack inappropriate, self-deprecating jokes whenever the opportunity arose, and he still spent his time lying flat on his back on the commons couch, his heavy headphones over his ears with his hood up.

At first, Logan had assumed that Virgil was fine, and upon seeing Virgil acting what he deemed to be entirely normal, he went to Patton in a slightly bewildered state. “He seems to be acting normally. I theorized that the increased factor of stress would be having detrimental effects on him, but it appears that my prediction was incorrect.” he spluttered.

“Aw shucks, Logan,” Patton whispered cheerily, looking up from a bowl of cookie dough he was preparing, “Not all signs of feeling bad can be seen that easily, y’know?”

“I assume you are referencing signs of mental and emotional distress,” Logan said, speaking in normal tones, aware that Virgil was listening to music far too loud for him to overhear their conversation. In fact, Logan could clearly hear My Chemical Romance’s ‘Welcome to the Black Parade’ emanating from Virgil’s headphones from his spot on the other side of the room.

Patton nodded, enthusiastically scooping dough onto the sheet in misshapen lumps. Logan, his perfectionist standards kicking in, took a spoon and began showing the moral side how to properly form dough balls.

“Have you listened for Roman recently?” Logan asked quietly as he guided Patton’s hands, suddenly feeling the need to murmur as he heard the song end.

Patton’s happy posture was minutely deflated at the question. He nodded, his head bowing down. “...He’s scared.”

Logan gently bumped his shoulder against the moral side, as affectionate a gesture as he was comfortable with at this present moment as his hands were covered with cookie dough, and mustered up a reassuring smile. “He is. But if it is any consolation, I’ve read a number of studies detailing the benefits of having fear before one engages in stressful situations. This goes for simple things like performing on stage, as well as more dire situations like the one Roman has found himself in. The major conclusion I arrived at was that having fear, and thus heightened adrenaline, is actually beneficial to-”

Logan was cut off by Patton surging upwards to kiss him. His mind went utterly blank, though his heart picked up its pace.

After a few seconds, Patton pulled away, grinning like a fool, and hugging Logan’s stiff form tightly. “Thanks, Lo, that was a big confirmation.”

“Consolation,” corrected a voice behind them. The two other sides looked around quickly to find Virgil coming over to investigate what they were doing, “And you’re both big fucking dweebs.”

Patton lightly smacked Virgil’s shoulder with his spoon in reprimand for his language, but he allowed for the anxious side to snatch a dough ball from the tray and pop it into his mouth whole.

“Oh,” Logan grunted in disgust, “Virgil, that’s not very healthy.”

“Your mom’s not very healthy,” Virgil retorted through the cookie, smirking.

“That response still does not make sense! None of us have mothers!” Logan hissed, at his wits end much faster than he had anticipated.

“Cut it out, Virgil, you know how much he hates it when you say that,” Patton chided, waving a dough covered spoon at the anxious side.

Virgil was about to say something snide when he took a sharp intake of breath. The other two also tensed, Logan coughing slightly and Patton hiccuping as they all felt a very distinct increase in Roman’s heart beat, and an overall feeling of apprehension sweep through them.

Logan shuddered. “Well, that was unpleasant,” he remarked, the first to shake away the feeling.

“Ohhh, I hope he’s alright!” Patton whispered, pressing his hands to his mouth and shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously.

They both looked at Virgil, who was staring blankly at the stove and rubbing his fingers together as if he had been outside on a cold day without mittens. His breathing was becoming shallow.

“Hey, Verge?” Patton whispered, “You alright?”

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