#Traffic Narnia AU

[calciumyum]

Divorce Quartet Narnia AU... Are you guys seeing my vision. Scott - Peter Cleo - Susan Martyn - Edmund (you can't tell me he won't trade the other three for some fuckass turkish delight) Pearl - Lucy

Maybe more characters in the future but who knows!!

[syaraan]

ah yes, the pinned post. How to start this...

Hi, i'm Sy Siaraan (She/they), a typical tumblr triple A battery (AroAce Autistic). I'm the poet/writer in the family, (go see @zy-7-12-ninetwo for random art) so expect unexpected midnight-written poems to occasionally appear here. (I do do silk art stuff though (see profile image) so Zy doesn't have all the claim on arty stuff. )

Fandoms

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This is not a one fandom blog, I will often switch blog focus from one fandom/book/series to another. Traffic smp / Hermitcraft / Empires smp don't ever seem to remain out of focus for long though. Other fandoms/books/series that will keep popping up on this blog include:

- Nevermoor (by Jessica Townsend, Book series) - Ranger's Apprentice (by John Flanagan, Book series) - Rick Riordan verse (Anything in the world the Percy Jackson books are set in) - Star Trek - Tolkien (works and related fandoms (as Ao3 puts it), Lotr, Silmarillion etc.)

Fandoms/books/series that may appear every-so-often include:

- Narnia - random science and maths stuff - Doctor Who - DSMP / SBI - Sherlock Homes - Good Omens - Harry Potter

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Tag for original posts --> #Syaraan

tag for original fandom related posts --> #Sy speaks

tag for @zy-7-12-ninetwo related stuff --> #nonexistent sibling rivalry

tag for fanfic posts --> #Sy writes

Tag for original poems (including fandom related and reblogs) --> #Sy saga

Tag for long midnight-writen reblogs --> #Sy un-proofread

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life series / traffic smp gods & deities au --> #traffic god au

Icarus poem -> #oh Icarus wake up

[starlostseungmin]

— honey and chamomile tea, scb.

pairing — boyfriend!changbin x gn!reader

genre — a slice of life au, comfort au, fluff

warnings — academic stress, mild swearing, self-doubt, not proofread

words — 1.1k

for @luvhyun3 ♡ hello! i'm sorry for not checking it thoroughly but i hope you don't mind that i wrote this with changbin since i have a few wips for seungmin as well :'> i wanna thank you too for asking me to write this since it's all about motivation and comfort which i need as well! i hope you'll like it! ♡

ps. i don't take requests.

watching a movie on a lonely rainy afternoon had succumbed sad emotions of how the four royal siblings left the place of wonder. it was one of your favorite films ever since childhood, yet the absence of your partner made it more crestfallen. could’ve enjoyed narnia with him, but you knew how busy he is preparing for their tour and barely comes home in time. indulged with the song as you watch the ending credits, the air made it cold. a warm cup of chamomile tea would help. 

the kettle whistled from the spout of the boiling water, a sound of distraction from being mesmerized. cups crackled from the cupboard and taking one of them with a tea bag inside, the warm water resonates on a ceramic vintage cup preserved by your grandmother from the ‘50s. a heavy sigh escaped from your lips as you stir with a teaspoon, changbin should be home by now, at sunset. 

pursing your lips, you made your way to the balcony and started at the fresh soaked scenery in the aftermath of the rain. plants were nourished, the raindrops that left the windows slid down, the streets were wet, and the dryness of the place had been blessed. a small appeared, it was calming at the thought and rare to have moments like this. 

it was a stressful day for you, both at the company where you were doing the internship and the workloads from the university. had received bad feedback, been bossed around impolitely, been questioned if you were truly a good fit, and given a task beyond your reach, mentally. you thought watching a movie would get it away the moment you got home, but no. changbin would help, he always was. 

too many of these thoughts had you barely noticed that the cup lies empty in your hands. another sigh again as you walk back to the kitchen where you hear the door open with familiar footsteps on it. the bustling sound of someone who’s trying to take off their shoes immerged through your earlobes. it was him, finally. 

“honey, i’m so sorry i’m late, the traffic is too fucked up!” he said trying to make his way to the kitchen, the sudden burst into tears had him worried after you ran to him. the hug is essential, his strong arms wrapped around your delicate body as he caressed your back to ease you. “is everything okay, love?” he asked. “do you want to talk about it?” 

heavy simplification of what happened made him shake his head. his smiley expression has gone to a worried one. seeing you being torn down in front of him is not pleasing, he hated seeing you like this, as much as he wanted to stop the bad things happening to you he couldn’t. but he knows that there are beautiful things hidden from them. changbin took a glass of water as he made you sit on the couch with a box of tissues at the coffee table in front of it. tears won’t stop streaming, even if you manage to stop, they always have the reason to flow. it has been a bad day anyway, those bad days that come like this one. 

“she’s better than you, he’s working hard than you, why can’t you be like them y/n?” you told him with expressive hand gestures while holding a piece of tissue. “all they did is compare me with the others, even if my professor would say i did well but there are still side comments that made me question myself, it’s getting exhausting you know?” 

changbin sat next to you and placed the glass of water at the table, reaching out for your hand, squeezing it as he gave you a small smile. 

“y/n, you’re amazing okay? we both know that things are getting a little tougher when we get older. all these struggles and side comments wouldn’t make you a different person. take it easy hm?” he said, taking you closer to his body, resting your head on his chest. “it hurts us to hear substandard feedback but they’re not always bad. the thing is even if they compare you, it’s just like they’re taking the ordinary than the unique. if they fail to see how hard you worked, maybe they’re just blind to your capabilities, or even if you see there is something really wrong within you, take baby steps to improve. we don’t come out as perfect instantly y/n,” 

“do you think, i am good enough?” you asked, lifting up your head to see him. 

“of course,” he said placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “to be honest, i really admire your perseverance and hard work, you don’t give up easily y/n, it’s an understatement but i know that you are already good at everything. what other people say doesn’t matter y/n, all you have is yourself and me of course,” he chuckled in between. “i love you.” 

on the verge of bursting into tears again, changbin already managed to place a soft kiss on your lips and smiled later. 

“so stand strong for me, will you?” 

you couldn’t hide it anymore, tears started streaming again as changbin hugged you tightly. it pains him to see you being like this and he’s trying to make you feel better even if he himself thinks he’s not good with the words of affirmation. but it’s already enough, enough to make everything shine from the dark side of your world, his presence is enough to warm the bitter cold. he never failed once. 

“it will all be worth it,” he said caressing your back as you cried on his white shirt. you wrapped your arms around his waist as he waits patiently for you to calm down. the rain poured hard again, and your sobs were covered. yet changbin heard them all before, and it is something to be taken care of. the warmth of his love. 

“say, do you want me to cook something for you and watch a movie?” he asked as you looked at him again. “dry your tears love,” he added wiping them with his thumb and handing you the glass of water who was nearly forgotten. 

“can we?” you asked as he smiled, giving you a peck on the lips. 

“anything for you,” he said making you smile. 

“i love you,” 

as the night goes deeper by the time, dinner was served and done, the smart television plays another similar movie from before. but from the crying earlier made your eyes a little heavy at the falling action. your head fell gently on changbin’s shoulders which made him reach out on the blanket placed on your lap to cover your body, before placing a kiss on the top of your head. his arm wrapped around your shoulder to secure you and whispered, “good night love, sleep well.” 

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[nightscapepersona]

Fly V to the Moon - Chapter 7

“The one where the world is full of white flowers”

Hello everyone! IS THIS AN ODE TO SNOW FLOWER? Maybe. The lyricism in that song just melts me every time. If you wish to magnify the magic of the café during winter, listen to the song as you read. Loved writing this. This is also a slightly longer chapter. Leave this a like if you enjoy it, it means more than you think! Aaaand I'd love to hear what you think, just be kind!  Enjoy! :)

Pairing: Taehyung x OFC

Genre: Fluff, Idol AU, Coffee Shop AU, Café Singer OFC

Warnings: Light swearing in the narration, but it’s all for banter. Again, this is fluff.

Word count: 1.3k

Recommended Songs: Snow Flower — V; Winter Bear — V

Summary: She’s a foreign elementary school teacher by day, a charming singer by night. Taehyung and company discover her at a small garden jazz café where she had a gig one night, only to find out from Jin that she was a teacher at a local school in Seoul — Jin's nephew and niece’s teacher, in fact. Taehyung finds himself on a surprise adventure to the moon.

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Fly V to the Moon — by Nightscape Persona

Chapter 7: “The one where the world is full of white flowers”

It was finally the day of the Christmas show.

A drizzle of snow had been falling on Seoul throughout that day. Very little, but enough to make the city look glittery white. Just barely enough so that the café looked wintery and glistening in microscopic sparkles of rainbows when the sun hit the snowflakes just right.

Just enough, though, so that it actually stuck to the ground? Nope.

It was 4:00 p.m. They still had two hours for the show.

The band was currently rehearsing and refining the instrumentation, which meant there was not much for Lia to do but wait.

And waiting would have been torture had they not been rehearsing in their own little magic wonderland.

The café.

Earlier in the afternoon, Lia had had her fun chasing snowflakes in the little garden of the café, an excuse to get away from the terrace, where the nerves were waiting for her. Now, she sat on a terrace table looking at the snow fall and melt away on the trees.

The garden was decorated with silver firs in beautiful pots. Their blue conifers looked like ornaments all on their own, and, surrounded by thin strings of lights, they looked snowy without even trying.

Lia wondered how many gardens in the city could boast having so many evergreens in a single place. How many gardens in Seoul could boast remaining green in spite of winter.

The two iron lamp posts at the entrance of the garden bore a giant red ribbon each, and more silver fir in pots with red ribbons were scattered around the dais.

To top it all off, the dais where they stood had been decorated with fluffy fir boughs and branches, which against the white backdrop of the garden, made the whole place look like Narnia in wintertime.

Except for the snow that didn’t stick. You could even see the wind, white with snowflakes, but the snow did not stick.

Would the snow stick?

Would it be magical?

Would it be a disenchanting attempt of a Christmas show?

No.

She couldn’t wait to see how the garden turned out at night. And she couldn’t wait to see if a certain somebody would make it to the show.

Fifteen minutes passed by.

Her phone buzzed.

Their drummer girl got stuck in a day job meeting, meaning she’d get out later and probably get stuck in traffic. She would barely make it to the last practice run. Would she make it to the show?

She looked out at Junhae and her other band mates. He shrugged, like saying, “Nothing we can do”.

Maybe we should introduce the band, shouldn’t we?

That’s Just Hun with the long black hair on the bass (never call him Dohun lest you want a death stare thrown your way), and Dohoon (who looked like a broad-shouldered giant but was the softest) on the keys. Yes, they have similar names. Yes, it’s an inside joke. No, they’re not related. Yes, they wanted to name the band the Dodo’s but it was taken. Yes, both of them are Jimin-biased, but don’t tell him that.

Yoon was their trumpet guy. Whoever said trumpet players are grandpas hasn’t known Yoon: he was the child of the group. He also played the chimes.

Siyeon was their occasional violin girl. Don’t get it twisted, the combat boots are just a facade for the sweetest juman you will ever meet. No, Dohoon did not have a crush on her.

You know Junhae on the strings.

The band was just missing Gayeon, their purple haired rock fairy who played the drums like her life depended on it.

Okay, okay, so the band was not complete, and rehearsals were way underway, and there was a chance they’d have to push the show up to give Gayeon time, but not even that would make Lia's absolute excitement and mega-Holiday-cheer wind down a bit.

She turned to look at the terrace. Once again. The snow flitted and fluttered and twirled down into the garden. Not sticking that very much yet.

Oh, well.

The band started practicing Winter Bear.

What if BTS did come to the show?

She remembered Taehyung. His brown eyes.

Would he be there? Would he wear a big scarf and long winter coat this time too?

The arrangement morphed into Snow Flower.

What if they couldn’t do the performance to their best because their drummer wasn’t there and he was disappointed with their rendition of his songs and they (aka he) didn’t come to their shows any more, because she was a tough cookie and could bear the critics, but the band (aka Taehyung) becoming disappointed, that was a whole different story of disillusionment and self-doubt that—shhhhhhhh, shut up, brain.

Merry thoughts, merry thoughts.

Yes, she was worried about the performance of his songs. She trusted her voice, she trusted her band. She trusted in their ability to make it work even without the drums. Why was she so nervous?

Why was she so worried about what he would think? (Besides the obvious reason being that he made the songs to begin with.)

As a half-hour went by, the good thrill of anticipation started rising.

Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?

She decided to step outside and feel the cold. The chilly December wind might soften the overthinking.

The onset of heavier snow found her singing amid the firs.

“Hey snow…”

Like the whirlwind of excitement, blurry white wafts of wind started to have a go at the bushes and shrubs of the garden. The lines of fairy lights started swinging side to side. The temperature dropped down. Way too much.

“It’s coming today…”

But most importantly, snow. Snow was getting snowier.

“Christmas without you would just not be Christmas at all…”

Two hours for the show.

Across town, six band mates were getting swept off their asses to rush to the little café.

To some, it looked like a blizzard was coming to town, with the white sky and the white wind growing stunningly chaotic. An inconvenience to many. Like those stuck in traffic attempting to arrive at a certain café. To Lia standing in the middle of it all, it looked like her dream came true when the tiniest billows of white fluffy flowers started to settle on the ground. Snow flowers.

The snow was gonna stick.

Lia was determined to make that night nothing short of magical.

Her bandmates started yelling for her to come inside, throwing her a “What are you thinking?”, and an “It’s freezing outside!,” and a “Do you wanna get a cold?,” and a “We can’t lose another bandmate!”. So she went inside.

She could not stop singing though. It felt like the song had brought forth a spell, and she had to see it through. Until the blizzard subdued.

One hour for the show.

She started getting ready. She kept singing.

“Gray…”

She put on her coat. Singing. It kept the nerves away.

“...canvas, on top of it, fallin’.”

People started arriving at the café. The murmur of voices filled every corner.

Half an hour.

“You can blanket it.”

At the café, Lia was oozing with wonder as the snow started to blanket the garden in white.

Across town, a seven member band worried about traffic shutting down because of a blizzard.

Fifteen minutes.

The blizzard had seemed to tone down, leaving behind a carpet of snow flowers.

More people poured into the café. It was teeming with warmth and conversation and awe from the diners.

Jihyo arrived with her daughter and greeted them with a main dish of tight hugs and good luck wishes and a side dish of inquiries about BTS (“Are they here yet??? Introduce meeee, please!”).

No, the band hadn’t gotten there yet. As hadn’t Gayeon. So the show was delayed.

Five minutes to six.

Her insides were about to burst.

6:00 p.m.

Maybe they got caught up in traffic?

6:15 p.m.

She didn’t have time to feel disappointed for the band not coming, as Gayeon burst in through the door running towards them.

“Ho ho ho, merry Christmas, y’all! Won’t you guess who I saw getting out of the ca—,”

“No time!” Go get ready! It’s time!”

The blizzard was no more, and it had left behind a world full of white flowers glistening in the lights.

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[omgrachwrites]

Our Souls Crave This Magic- Chapter One

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Summary: All you want is a quiet year of university as you and your best friend, Edmund move to New York City. Though, that all changes when you meet the spoiled trust fund brat, Caspian. College au.

Warnings: fluff, slow burn romance, swearing

Words: 2619

Disclaimer: Everyone in this fic is 18+ and this gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: Here we are, first part of my college au! It was a little weird to be writing a Narnia college au, I’d never thought of writing one before! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter One - Once Upon a Time in New York City

The air in New York was hot and muggy, even with the roof of your rental car being down there wasn’t much of a breeze and you were beginning to feel irritable and the smog in the air was heavy. The traffic over here was slow, somehow even slower than it was in London but you knew that it was a small price to pay for your freedom.

When your best friend, Edmund received a chance to study overseas in New York for his final year of college he took the chance straight away and he had pretty much begged you to go with him. You had never known Edmund to beg for anything so you knew that this was serious. You didn’t want to lose your best friend so you agreed to go with him, as did his little sister, Lucy but you didn’t mind, it was her first year at college.

From the back seat you could hear Lucy gasping in awe as she glanced up at the impossibly tall skyscrapers that were beginning to make you feel a little sick, “I love this city already, thanks for letting me come with you guys!”

Ed grimaced as he leaned forwards to turn your rock music down which earned him a scathing glare, “it’s not like we had much of a choice,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes at Ed before smiling at Lucy in the mirror, “ignore him, Lu. I’m glad that you’re here.”

“Thanks Y/N,” she grinned at you before pulling a tongue at her brother, “I can’t wait to see the loft,” she sighed happily.

Neither of you wanted to stay in some shitty dorm room on campus so ever since you were accepted into NYU, you had begun saving money from your bar job and your student loan. Between the three of you the most you could afford was a loft apartment in Brooklyn. You spotted the moving van a couple of doors down from the loft and got ready to turn into a parking space on the busy street.

As you were reversing into the space, a yellow taxi blared its horn at you as it zoomed past you, “yeah, very nice, arsehole!” you yelled out of the window, knowing the driver couldn’t hear you but it made you feel better all the same.

Edmund rolled his eyes as he fixed you with an unamused look as he ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m beginning to regret asking you to come with me.”

You laughed, winking at him as you got out of the car, “you know that you love me.”

Ed laughed before he bit his lip, looking at you nervously, “you should call your mum, and tell her that you made it here in one piece. I know that you’ve been putting it off Y/N,” he sighed and pulled you into a one armed hug, “you can catch up with us in a bit.”

You sighed as you watched Ed and Lucy walk towards the moving van, he was right – most of the time he was right – you had been putting it off, and for good reason. You dialled your mum’s number as you lit up a cigarette and took a long drag of it. Just as you suspected, you were met with your mum’s voicemail. She was probably out, spending time with her new family, she was almost too happy when you told her that you were moving to New York.

“Hey mum, I’m just calling to let you know that I made it to New York, safe and sound. I didn’t want to call but Ed thought that I should, anyway call me back if you get this. Or don’t, it really doesn’t matter to me either way.”

The lie tasted bitter in your mouth but you didn’t want to dwell on it any longer so you quickly hung up the phone. You rubbed your temples as you took another drag off your cigarette, blowing out a large billow of smoke.

“Do you mind?” you heard a cough with the sound of a smooth honeyed accent. Your gaze started at his feet and you quirked an eyebrow when you saw that he was wearing expensive leather shoes. You travelled up his body with your eyes and they finally came to land on his face.

He had deep brown eyes that were almost black and he was very handsome with thick dark hair and clean stubble along his jaw, he looked just like the brooding hero in all those romance novels. You didn’t want to judge but he looked exactly like a trust fund baby, someone who got whatever they wanted on a silver platter. He coughed again as you blew out more smoke and he ran a hand through his hair, narrowing those gorgeous eyes at you.

“You can clearly see that I’m smoking here, it’s your fault for getting in my way, pretty boy,” you didn’t miss the scowl he shot you as you crushed the stub of your cigarette beneath your shoe as you turned away. You couldn’t let a stranger piss you off, no matter how good looking he was.

As you walked into the loft you were immediately taken aback by how spacious and beautiful it was, it seemed like good value for your money which was extremely rare in a big city. You decided that you were going to take the smallest room – you wanted Ed and Lucy to have the most luxurious rooms – but it seemed that you definitely got the room with the best view. New York was such a beautiful city and you were so glad that you got to live here.

As you were coming out of the room that you had claimed as your own, you noticed that the handsome stranger was in your apartment. Suspicion ran through your body as you narrowed your eyes at him, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

He opened his mouth to reply but before he could, Edmund came striding into the apartment, carrying a cardboard box, “Y/N, this is Caspian; he’s offered to help us move in.”

“How nice,” you smiled tightly, Caspian was a trust fund name, you were sure of that.

Caspian raised an eyebrow and he smirked at you, and you ignored the way that his deep brown eyes sparkled. You just wanted a quiet final year of college; you wouldn’t let a handsome young man ruin it. You had worked too hard to be here.

When Caspian walked out of the loft with Ed, Lucy smirked at you, “Caspian’s cute isn’t he?”

You laughed as you unpacked the kitchen boxes, “suppose so, for a trust fund baby.”

“What makes you think that’s he’s got a trust fund?” Lucy asked as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Come on Lu, his shoes cost more than our rent, it’s obvious that he’s rolling in money, and with a name like Caspian,” you let out a low whistle, “the evidence speaks for itself.”

Finally, you were all moved in – and Caspian had thankfully left, turning down Edmund’s offer to stay for a drink – it was early evening and your breath was stolen away by how pretty the sky looked. It was all pink and orange hues, and you were almost certain that you’d enjoy living here. New York seemed like such a romantic city – despite the smog – every story that was worth reading began in New York City.

Edmund grinned at you and flung an arm around your shoulders, “are you hungry? We were thinking about ordering pizza.”

You shook your head, although the notion of pizza sounded amazing, “no can do I’m afraid, I gonna go out and actually look for a job. How else are we going to be able to pay the rent?” you smiled.

Lucy raised her eyebrow at you, “Y/N, we’ve literally been here for a few hours and already you’re thinking about getting a job?”

You nodded at her as you kissed Edmund’s cheek, “you guys know how much I worry,” you laughed as you shrugged on your leather jacket, “I’ll see you guys later, and make sure to save some pizza for me.”

“I can’t make any promises,” Ed called after you, making you laugh.

You forgot just how hard it was to get a bartending job as you walked down the streets of New York, it had grown cool now and you wrapped your jacket tighter around your body. Finally, you came up outside a bar called; Aslan’s which had a golden lion on a field of red on the sign. Even from the outside it looked like a dive bar but you supposed that beggars couldn’t be choosers.

The bar stank of stale beer and cigarette smoke, and the floor was incredibly sticky. There was a pool table in the middle of the room and a juke box in one corner, playing loud music. The bar was a complete dive to be sure but you could also tell that it held a lot of character. You smiled at the sandy haired bartender; “I was wondering whether I could speak to the manager?” the bartender nodded and smiled at you as he walked into the back.

A couple of moments later, the bartender returned with an older man, the older man grinned at you as he offered you his hand, his eyes twinkling kindly, “I’m Aslan, the owner,” his voice had an Irish twang to it and you offered him a small smile. You were kind of surprised that he was the owner, he looked like a complete dad, and you had expected someone with tattoos and piercings, not a man in a cable jumper with his hand wrapped around a Spiderman mug.

“I’m Y/N; I was wondering whether I could give you my resume?”

“Certainly,” he smiled and you handed it over and his eyes scanned it before he glanced at you with a raised eyebrow, “are you a university student?” he smiled when you nodded, “have you done bar work before?”

“Yes sir,” you nodded, “I worked in a busy bar in the centre of London for a couple of years,” his eyes widened slightly and you could tell that he was impressed.

“Come in for a trial shift on Saturday so I can see what you’re made of.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief, this was better than you could have hoped for, “I’d be glad to, thank you so much, Aslan.”

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Caspian knew that pre law would be difficult but he just had no idea, after only a couple of days he was exhausted. It seemed strange but he was happy, no matter how exhausted he was. He had a deal with his parents where they agreed that he could go to a school of his choice where nobody knew him. He didn’t want people to treat him any differently.

Edmund – one of his first friends from class – grinned as he clapped Caspian on the shoulder as they made their way across campus, “that Professors kind of a hard arse, huh?” he chuckled, mirth lighting up his freckled face.

Caspian smiled in response as he ran a hand through his hair, “I think that’s the lawyer that we should all strive to be.”

Ed chuckled as he looked across the quad and pointed, “oh, hey there’s Y/N. You remember her?”

Caspian glanced up and saw the pretty girl in a Sex Pistols shirt and ripped jeans with red converse. She carried an easel over her shoulder, she didn’t strike Caspian as the artistic type, “how could I forget?”

Edmund smiled as he pulled his friend into a hug, “hey, Y/N, you remember, Caspian?”

Y/N smirked as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and she looked Caspian up and down in a way that made him feel small. He flushed and looked away from her burning gaze, “of course I remember, Cas.”

“Caspian,” he spoke through gritted teeth as he felt a wave of annoyance wash over him as she smirked.

If Ed sensed the tension he didn’t say anything, instead he flung an arm over her shoulders, “are you coming to the party tonight?”

Y/N grimaced as she shook her head as she placed a cigarette between her red painted lips, “Aslan needs me to work a shift tonight, clearly I got through the trial period successfully,” she laughed.

Caspian raised his eyebrow at her in surprise, “you work at Aslan’s?” he chuckled, “isn’t it a shit hole?” he had never gone in and he had no intention of doing so.

Y/N glared at him, if looks could kill, he’d already be six feet under, “it’s got character, I wouldn’t expect someone,” she trailed off as she looked him up and down, a scowl on her face, “like you to understand.”

Her insinuation made his blood boil, he was starting to like her less and less by the second, “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Y/N opened her mouth to answer, most definitely with a scathing retort on her lips but Ed cut her to the chase, “I’m gonna go get a pretzel, does anyone want one?” he walked off before either of them could reply.

The tension was unbearable in the hot and heavy air, Caspian scowled at Y/N while she looked up at him as she took another drag of her cigarette, she looked completely unbothered. In fact, Caspian thought he saw amusement glitter in her eyes. Caspian coughed as the billow of smoke she blew out went right in his face. Normally he wouldn’t have cared but there was just something about Y/N that made him want to piss her off.

“Do you really have to do that here?” he grimaced.

Y/N smirked around the end of her cigarette but Caspian noticed that she turned to the side slightly so the smoke went in the opposite direction and he opened his mouth to thank her, stopping short when she replied, “last time I checked, this was a free country, Cas.”

Caspian clenched his jaw so tightly that he was afraid that he’d break his teeth but he didn’t bother correcting Y/N on his name. He wanted to ask her why she had it out for him, it had seemed that way ever since they met. Instead, what came out of her mouth was a stupid observation.

“I didn’t peg you for the artistic type,” he swallowed as she paused and looked up at him, the glimmer of a scowl on her face, “I had you down for a Psychology major or something, maybe that would explain why you’re manipulative,” his words were harsh but she didn’t even flinch as she crushed the stub of her cigarette beneath her shoe.

She looked away from him, wrapping her arms around herself, even though the day was warm. A flicker of emotion that he hadn’t seen before flickered across her face, “I used to paint with my dad, from a young age,” she looked back at him, that smirk was back on her face, “pre law, huh? That’s exactly the sort of major I’d expect from a trust fund baby.”

He let out a laugh and noticed that Ed was finally on his way back, pretzel in hand, “what makes you think that I’m a trust fund baby?” he asked, biting his lip.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, “oh sweetheart, with expensive clothes like that,” she gestured down at his outfit, making him scowl, “and such a pretty face, how could you not be?” she turned around to take a bit out of Edmund’s pretzel, laughing when Ed shouted out in dismay.

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[darkangel0410]

I would like to know 37 and 38 for the ask game!!

37.  First sentence or your current WIP

I mean, which WIP??? I've got like 537743637 of them 🤣🤣🤣 there's two I've worked on so far today, so here you go:

(Tkachuks, a/b/o, sibling incest) Matt's not afraid to admit he's attracted to Brady, but he doesn’t see a point in dwelling on it, either: Brady's straight and no matter how much Matt likes being knotted, he's not an omega.

And:

(McEichel, in death au) Connor pulls it into the parking lot in record time, deeply suspicious of the lack of traffic.

38.  Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

Oh, man, that's a tough one! I did once have this Narnia-esque idea that during their rookie year, Jack and Connor get into it during warm-ups and get booted to go calm down in theor locker rooms and they end up arguing and going down a hallway and ending up in Narnia where shenanigans ensue. I never wrote it or anything but it still makes me chuckle.

*

Thanks for asking, anon! (writer questions meme)

[edenfalling]

8 things make a post

Things and stuff:

1. I bought a bus ticket to NJ today, which I will use on Tuesday the 14th. The plan is to go out for dinner and whatever with my friend Susan (as a slightly belated birthday thing -- her birthday, not mine), then breakfast or lunch with my parents on Wednesday, and then I return to Ithaca with the family's spare Camry in my care until 2019. I have also acquired a new set of Great Courses CDs in preparation for the drive. :)

2. I dropped off the rest of my church recycling sale donations, which is a nice thing to check off my to-do list.

3. I finished the beta-read I'd promised the_rck, which is another nice thing to check off my to-do list. :) (The story is another creepy-fascinating Sky High AU installment. If you like that sort of thing, you will like it a lot!)

4. I bought two five-pair-packs of sterling silver fish-hook earring hooks online last week, which arrived on Saturday. You see, I am hypersensitive to trace metals in earrings, to the point where I often have allergic reactions to surgical steel or titanium earring hooks even though they're supposedly hypoallergenic. Apparently my ears can still sense traces of nickel or whatever, and I get sore, red ears for several days after wearing some of my favorite earrings. This is annoying, and it finally occurred to me that it's also completely fixable. So I am fixing it, one pair of earrings at a time -- with the help of some fingernail scissors, a smallish set of needle-nose pliers, and a bunch of determination.

5. I wanted to get a haircut on Saturday but my hair place was tragically closed. I need to check tomorrow to see if they're just on vacation or if I need to find a new hair place. (I do not want to find a new hair place. I like my hair guy. ...Fortunately, having short hair means I can go to barber shops rather than salons, and they are so much cheaper.)

6. My fall Spanish professor STILL has not posted her textbook list online. She is also unreachable via email; every time I've tried, I get a "this email address doesn't exist" error message. *headdesk* I am going to call the TC3 advising department tomorrow to ask them what's going on and whether I need to switch into a different class, because this is getting worrisome.

7. New Hire called out on Tuesday and Wednesday last week, but she did show up on Saturday and the absence was due to her child being sick, so I am still moderately confident that she's going to work out. I'm not entirely sure why she wants the job -- she lives over half an hour away in non-rush-hour traffic, the hours are weird, and it's part-time so there aren't any benefits -- but hey, her choice. (I want her to work out so badly, you have no idea.)

8. I have my Remix Revival assignment and my Narnia Fic Exchange assignment. I know what I'm doing for the first; I just need to hash out a few details and then sit down to write. It shouldn't take too long since it's not terribly lengthy or involved.

I am less certain of the NFE assignment. I like the request! I even have three workable options off the top of my head. But all three would be relatively long and complicated, and require a bunch of background outlining and worldbuilding, and while August is my good writing month (no classes for two and a half weeks, yay!), I don't know that I have enough time. But I do want to write all three of those stories -- they are all things I have at least tangentially mentioned before, and in two cases written some exploratory snippets that I then set aside for later -- and the only shorter things I can think of that fit the prompt are things I have already written. (And now that I say this, I have thought of a fourth story option... which again is long and complicated and requires intensive background work. *sigh*) So... dilemma!

I guess I will poke at the options some more tomorrow, and try to get the Remix assignment out of the way so I will have more mental time and space to devote to whatever NFE fic I end up deciding upon.

[narnian-neverlander]

One-Shot Masterlist

Last Updated: 13/08/2018

The Chronicles of Narnia

- Stubborn Idiot: His first kiss was in the midst of an argument. He didn't get along with her much because they were both stubborn and both madly in love with each other. [Based on this post by aslansblessings] (Edmund x Female Reader)

- Winter Wonderland: He'd never liked winter. The White Witch had made him hate it. But maybe she can show him that winter isn't all bad. (Edmund x Female Reader) (Modern AU)

- Teasing is a Sign of Affection: She'd always considered him family, although he'd never acted like it. Until now, she could not figure out why. (Edmund x Female Reader)

- How do you know?: He'd known that the raid had been a bad idea. He'd went along with it anyways. But he'd never expected the price for his ignorance to be this high. (Edmund x Female Reader)

- Happy Un-Valentine’s Day: He didn't need a day to show her how much he loved her. (Edmund x Female Reader) (Modern AU)

- Rainy Days: To him, the rain was a nuisance that ruined his plans for the day. To her, it meant that much more. (Edmund x Female Reader)

- At Night: She couldn't sleep and he was the reason for it. (Edmund x Female Reader) (Modern AU)

- Help [PART 1]: Everybody needs help with something every once in a while. (Edmund x Female Reader) [This can be read as a stand alone!]

- Special [PART 2]: Coming Soon!

- Remember Me: Not all love stories end with 'And they lived happily ever after'. [Loosely based on the song 'Wildest Dreams' by Taylor Swift] (Edmund x Female Reader) (Modern AU)

- Lesson Learned: Everybody had some lessons to learn, be it to back off for a while or to finally confess something.(Edmund x Female Reader)

- Freedom: One always had the freedom to choose who they wanted to be with, but sometimes, who they fell in love with was beyond their control. (Edmund x Female Reader)

DC Universe

- Fraternizing with the Enemy: Jason never was a big fan of Christmas, as opposed to his girlfriend. She could've found a better way to get him in the holiday spirit, tough. (Jason Todd/Red Hood x Female Reader)

- Easy: She always liked to look for the easy way out. But when John Constantine was involved, easy just didn't seem like an option. (John Constantine x Female Reader)

Marvel Universe

~ Coming Soon!

Anime

- Are you ready?: {Soul Eater} They’d both been through a lot together: the attack on the DWMA, the Book of Eibon and the final fight with Asura on the moon. But were they ready for this? (Death the Kid x Female Reader)

- Hot Stuff: {One Piece} Being sick always sucks. But when you have a Walking heater as a boyfriend to take care of you, it might not even be that bad. (Portgas D. Ace x Female Reader) (Modern AU)

!!!NEWEST ADDITION!!!

- Match Makers: {One Piece} Sabo swears he’s found the perfect match for Ace - and if the freckled man has to hear about it one more time, he’s pretty sure he’s gonna push his brother into oncoming traffic. Koala is certain she has her best friend’s dream guy just one phone call away - and if the redhead waves said phone in (y/n)’s face again, she’s very likely to shove it down her roommate’s throat. So of course the set up double date doesn’t go exactly according to plan… (Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader) (Modern AU)

[calciumyum]

[Traffic Narnia AU] Who is this and why were they hiding from Pearl? (part 1/?)

The first page is a fixed version of my last post! I also slightly changed their designs :]

[calciumyum]

I just want you to know, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE your beautiful vision

I showed it to my sister and she had an idea

Hear us out, Scar is the White Witch. Grian is the tiny little dwarf guy

Do you see it? The vision

[Traffic Narnia AU]

After a ton of consideration.... Yes I think I'll make Scar the White Witch and Grian as Ginarrbrik!!

Also, to others that have given me ideas, thank you so much!! I'd like to make a point that this au is based solely on the 2005 movie adaptation because it's so dear to me :]

And I might change things up! Just slightly! This is just a silly crossover au that started because I thought of Martyn as Edmund when rewatching the movie and I'm glad so many of you are so invested as well :D

[calciumyum]

My traffic Narnia au is so catered to me and me only but do any of you guys wanna make any guesses about who will be which character? I already made the final list and I just have to doodle them :3c

Hint: We're only doing the 2005 The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe movie adaptation

[calciumyum]

[Traffic Narnia AU]

Seems like Pearl encountered someone in the wardrobe... [part 1]

[calciumyum]

Hi!! Just wanted to say that your traffic Narnia au is so incredibly specific and comforting! I never would have thought of it, but it works so well and your style is PERFECT for the vibes 🤍

THANK YOU!!! I'm getting used to this style because it doesn't take too much of my time and energy, and I'm glad people are enjoying this niche crossover of two things that give me comfort! :D