#honest question is this going to be woke narnia? like is that the idea?

[bloomfish]

why are they remaking narnia

[morethanithoughtofficialblog]

Chapter 7: As useless as a broken mirror

In which you realize your life is crap... 

for now

*Your POV*

Talking with someone yesterday was good, I guess. I normally talk about work topics only, so it feels weird to have a casual conversation about... anything. And it was weirder, considering Sans was the one talking.

It would be today, though, the day where we would see each other again in order to discuss... more terms. They all deserve to know and I also need a few papers for them in order to get them into society. I just need the basics, though- report cards, previous jobs on the Underground, and I will put them some tests in order to see which educational level fits better each of them. But that will be later.

So there I was, waking up and trying to french kiss the morning as Bon Jovi does. And failing miserably, just as always.

I tried my best to keep a smile on my face. It didn't work out, either. I groaned loudly, realizing that it was four in the morning. So yeah, I just can't french kiss the morning when it isn't morning, you know. And so I felt stupid and went back to sleep...

...

Except I didn't.

No matter how many positions I tried or how many different pillows I took, I just couldn't get my head together. I was thinking about everything and, at the same time, about nothing at all. I felt numb yet desperate to be a normal person and fall sleep immediately, considering how freaking tired I actually was.

I sat on my bed silently and put on the lights. Bad idea, but I still do it every night like this.

I frowned remarkably and stood there until my eyes got accustomed to the light. And then I started to question what the hell was I doing, as usual.

I looked at my annoying digital clock again: 4:11 am.

Great, guess I'll stay like this until the day officially starts... or until I pass out, that is.

Maybe a good drink would have been great to forget it all. Then I remembered that I had work and that, besides, I don't drink. I groaned again.

I felt like crying, like screaming or like to go outside and let a fucking weirdo kill me or make me disappear forever...

That's the worst idea I've ever had.

I wanted to punch something; maybe a mirror, maybe that elegant flower vase with a dead daisy on it, or the TV. All of those were great options, honestly. But I wasn't up to clean the mess or to deal with angry neighbors, so I didn't move.

I shoot a glance at one of my bureaus, that only had an old book on its top. Maybe I could read. I tried to stretch my hand and get it, but I ended up falling out of the bed, making my head hurt like hell. Ouch. Maybe I couldn't, after all.

I, unsurprisingly, groaned again. If I had a cent for every time I have groaned in my life, I could probably have a car instead of taking that goddamn subway. Or I could get a house. Or a life...

Nah. That's way too expensive.

I eventually got up and stared at my drawer. Then, without thinking, I opened it. My heart sank when it did.

Medicines here, medicines there. Medicines FUCKING EVERYWHERE! There was barely any space left for even a fricking pill. This is not the first time I have seen this, though, but it still hurts to see how pathetic I am. This is just a small proof. There's more, that's for sure.

I stood there silently, anxiety consuming me over. I could even make a fucking drug store out of this drawer...

Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

I shook my head, resisting the urge to be sarcastic to myself... again.

But, yes, I had such a huge variety I could make a store out of it. Do you have anxiety? Well, Zoloft for you, that is! Are you depressed like me? Well here, took a Prozac pill! Come here and get your problems away...

And contribute to mine.

Oh my god, just end my suffering.

Thanks to my wonderful boss and work partners (including college and the monsters' case, of course), I forgot that I had emotional problems as well. And that means that I haven't been following my treatment. For months.

Shit.

Then I started to wonder when I had to see my psychiatrist again. I probably missed the date he gave me. Just wonderful, right?

I sighed and closed the drawer, feeling worse than before. I went to the bathroom to see my wound but there wasn't anything there. Thank God.

I ended up looking at my face, slightly frowning. People have said that I'm pretty, yes, but I think that's just out of sympathy. Therefore, I haven't been comfortable with my looks since... a long time ago.

My (e/c) eyes looked paler than when I was a kiddo. Ah, childhood. It was wonderful in its own way. No problems, no low self-esteem, no nothing. Just laughs and friends, videogames and nights playing Dungeons and Dragons with my dorky dad and my aunt. Those were good days.

I remember that I received a lot of comments, telling me that I would have a brilliant future. Hard to believe in that now, looking at what was happening.

I work in Congress and I am finishing my studies to finally become a biochemist. Being a scientist has been my dream, and I'm just a few steps before I can call myself "Dr. (Y/N)". And I'm just twenty.

When I was little, my dad took me to a neurologist in order to see my IQ. She said, in a few words, that I was super smart and super talented. I believed it but never used it as an excuse to think of me better than anyone else. Right then, I thought everyone had talents and intelligence. Now... I'm seriously doubting all those encouraging words were true. Because, even if I was a nerd, that never meant my future would be brighter.

A lot of my school partners and friends are being way happier than I am, having a perfect balance between emotions, college, and work. Me, who 'has it all' to become an important person, somehow has three mental breakdowns (at least) in one day, and it's struggling between having or not new friends, afraid of screwing up.

Is this what my parents would have wanted? For me to be a coward?

Well, surprise surprise. Your daughter is such a disappointment of a kid.

I'm a genius. That's what experts told me. They also said that this high IQ thingy may include problems socializing and, well, even mental illnesses. To be honest, I prefer being normal and not having these things than being a Leonardo Da Vinci and die internally every five seconds.

Then I noticed a warm feeling on my cheeks.

Oh crap.

I snapped back to reality and saw myself in front of the mirror, crying as if my life depended on it. Well, it kinda does, but that's not the point.

I tried to wipe them as quickly as possible, trying to banish that feeling instantly. But instead, I cried harder. And harder. And I felt more miserable than before, if that was possible.

My legs felt like jello and my eyes turned all red and puffy. My mouth was shaking, trying to transform itself into a smile. Why was I crying, again? Oh yeah, because I hate myself so much. I look awful, I'm just full of myself, lonely, and easily replaceable. There's nothing I can do about it.

I will finish my dream career, but all for what? To be more stressed? I don't know if I can quit at the Congress since I kind of accepted to be the ambassador of the monsters. Wow. I should have left someone more capable than I am to do the job. Now I'm going to disappoint them as well, whenever they see how weak I am. I mean, I'm crying while I'm looking at myself in the night... again. This is isn't new. But it just feels worst every time.

I gasped for air, almost forgetting how to breathe thanks to all that crying. I blinked a couple of times and took long breaths until I calmed down. When my vision wasn't blurry anymore, I saw my face again. All red and uglier than before. I looked like a baby losing its toy, like a child whining, or like a teenager who has an impossible crush.

I frowned, knowing I wasn't any of them. I was an adult, for God's sake.

Can this get more frustrating?

Can I be more pathetic?

I closed my fist and punched the mirror until my fingers went numb and my blood painted my whole hand...

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*Frisk's POV*

I woke up later than usual, rubbing my eyes at the incoming sunlight. I groaned at the clock, seeing it was 10 am. But deep down I knew that Toriel would come for me, and so I got up.

I took a quick shower and put into more presentable clothes. I colocated a cute ribbon on my brown hair, feeling quite silly yet pretty. I stared at the mirror and saw my look with satisfaction. I was looking great! I even made some silly faces and giggled a little before coming out, interrupted by an angry skeleton who wanted to take a shower.

"kid, just fucking get out of there! what're you doin'? takin' a trip to narnia?"

"Sans, behave yourself!!!"

"...sorry ari-mom..."

I contained my laughter, knowing that Sans would be really angry if he heard me, and I walked out of the bathroom. Just a second passed before a quick flash of white ran into the room and locked the door. Oh, Sans, since when are you this desperate to take a shower?

The ones who hadn't showered groaned impatiently. I would have too since Sans lasts a long time in the shower. One time I swear I heard him singing a popular rock song (so popular I don't remember its name) and then eventually creating a song of how much he loved ketchup...

...I must admit I feel worried about his future...

Eh... let's just hope for the best.

After a bunch of complainings towards him and more people showering, we could finally take breakfast together. Thank God they were pancakes, or else Undyne or Papyrus would be trying to find out the best egg combination (which, according to them, hasn't been found yet). At first, it is fun to hear their crazy ideas, but then it turns into a competition that I get somehow dragged into it. Most of the time voluntarily, though.

However, I was too excited to let all my energy be drowned into an egg fight. Today we will be seeing (Y/N) again, and honestly, I was looking for it! She's nice, and I've been waiting to be friends with her all this time. So now that everything was, well, settled, this was my chance!

We all ate rather quickly and head out of the house. However, Asgore stopped us before we could go running to... anywhere, actually.

"Let's wait here a moment, ok?" he smiled eagerly, making me suspicious.

So we waited there for five minutes or so until a simple-looking taxi made its way towards the house. Then a 5'5 feet tall woman got out of there, who I recognized immediately.

"(Y/N)!!!!!" Papyrus screamed unearthly loud, hugging (Y/N) immediately. She looked a little bit startled by such a sudden move but hugged back shortly after him.

"Hello, Papyrus. It is good to see you again...!" she tried her best to sound enthusiastic, but she felt somehow... different. Why, though?

"Oh, (Y/N) sweetie, I'm so glad you could make it!" Goat mom added with a smile, which (Y/N) returned it kindly. Maybe I was just imagining things, after all "But, hey, come in! We want you to see where we have been living all this time!"

Sans looked a bit tense but quickly relaxed. He must have forgotten for a second that Papyrus was his roommate. Therefore, there was NO WAY his room could be dirty. Since when he cares about that, though?

And so we gave (Y/N) a small tour through the small house. She behaved as always; shy, anxious, not wanting to intrude or sound rude, making small compliments and comments in amusement. She was just super nice! I think she's one of my favorite humans.

After making her laugh a bit and answer some of her own doubts about the Underground, we all headed off to the Congress, talking about the simplest of topics.

"Oh! I remember hearing a song called 'Imagine' one day!" I told (Y/N), keeping up with the musical topic (at Sans's petition).

"You have? Well, I mean... which artist are you talking about?"

"I think it was Marshmello"

"...then no, I haven't heard that one"

"Is there another song called 'Imagine'?" Alphys asked, curious about our conversation.

"well, there's john lennon's, y' know..." Sans added, smiling lazily.

(Y/N) seemed perplexed for a second, then smiled widely.

"Yep, John Lennon's 'Imagine' is my kind of... 'Imagine', you know"

Throughout all the way we all were talking about music. (Y/N) turns out to be a Rock N' Roll and Indie listener, similar to Sans's taste. She is kind of a music nerd, actually. She would give a casual comment of something history-related to music. I think Sans felt like he was on his own mind, opening up strangely. Then I realized he was just another music nerd, and that both of them were never given the chance to talk about this with others so freely.

However, I noticed an unusual expression on Sans's face. Not a good one, I must say. He wasn't suspicious or anything- by any chance, I think he was worried...

but of what?

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*Sans's POV*

It feels good to have someone to talk about these things. I mean, someone that at least can say who Slash is.

While I was talking to (Y/N), however, I noticed a wound on her right fist. Not to be rude, but she is a bit taller than I am, and I didn't want to look at a... private part of her body. Therefore, I ended up noticing a serious-looking injury on her fingers.

Should I ask?

I saw how happy she looked, talking about when she started to hear Rock N' Roll and watch concerts on TV.

Eh, I'll do it later...

Still, my mind wandered about that topic the rest of the road. And so, I didn't talk anymore, focusing on other things. Well, can you blame me? That looked like some serious shit happened.

When we arrived at the Congress, I noticed different looks from her work partners. I recognized one of the feelings on their looks: shame. They probably felt ashamed after hearing that we succeed. My smile grew wider, at least a bit, after thinking that.

We discussed a few things in her office like it was any day. Except it wasn't.

The human president made a public announcement on TV, radio, and social media, saying that monsters would be finally released and be accepted as legal citizens. Despite everything, I felt a bit uneasy. He might have been nice, but the others are clearly not like him. I just don't want to put Papy's security on risk.

We ended up leaving sooner than I thought, and for the first time in our lives, we used public transport. We received some glances, but in between, there were also kind smiles. Just like (Y/N)'s, just less dorky...

Did I just call the ambassador a dork?

I mentally groaned and took a seat, never erasing my apparently permanent smile. I felt like I was forgetting something, so I made a quick rewind on my head. But what would I have forgo- oh.

Oh.

You forgot to ask her, you idiot.

[adorkablephil]

Fic: Imaginary Friends (Chapter 5)

Title: Imaginary Friends Summary: Nothing’s AU ... except that Dan and Phil have been appearing in each other’s dreams since childhood without realizing it because they’re soulmates. Everything on the outside looks like the reality we’re used to irl. Rating: Teen Word Count: 1950 (this chapter) Tags: Soulmates, AU, But Kind of Not AU, Except That There’s Magic, Certainly Not a Typical Soulmates AU, Dreams, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers Fic also available on AO3 here

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Chapter 5: Friends

It hadn’t made any sense for one of them to sleep in the uncomfortable bunks, regardless of any rock-paper-scissors game they’d played on camera for the documentary. They might not advertise it to the outside world, but they were perfectly comfortable with platonically sharing a fairly spacious bed on the tour bus. They were close friends—the closest—and not homophobic, so why should either of them twist themselves into a 6’2” pretzel every night? It just wouldn’t have made any sense.

So they shared the bed. Platonically.

And it wasn’t weird.

Mostly.

Except for the dreams.

Because every night now, Phil had shadow dreams that had taken on an entirely new dimension. Phil had been a small boy when he first invented his shadow friend, and so their relationship had been that of any two small children having fun together.

But Phil was a man now. And the daily frustrations of going to bed every night beside someone he was hopelessly in love with, someone beautiful and golden and dimpled, someone who smiled at him with a special soft smile he never shared with other people, someone who thought he was funny and brilliant, someone with whom he spent every evening performing a show they had created together, about a world they had created together … it all apparently left him with longings that his subconscious could not handle except by finding another outlet.

And so the shadow had become his lover. Every night, they eventually found each other. Even if Phil was dreaming about something else, the shadow would break through and the dream would change until they were in each other’s arms and Phil felt a sense of completeness and fulfillment that he’d never felt with any of his lovers in the real world.

That made sense, though, because the shadow was a lover he had created for himself, and so of course he would create his own ideal match, someone who knew every aspect of him and every secret wish, and loved him beyond description anyway. Someone who balanced him and complemented him and knew without asking what would please him best. Someone magical and fascinating and just … perfect. Someone with whom he could literally become one in the dream world they shared.

Because who wouldn’t want that? Who wouldn’t want a lover who could simply feel your internal thoughts and longings, and act on them to give you pleasure like you’d never experienced before? Who wouldn’t want that?

Phil woke every morning to a heartbreakingly wonderful split-second of feeling lazily sated and blissful, feeling well-loved and well-fucked, until he turned to look at the beautiful man beside him and remembered that this wasn’t his lover whose head rested on the pillow beside his. His lover didn’t actually even exist, and Phil was just a pathetic man creating a dream outlet for his unrequited emotions for someone who didn’t even notice him in that way.

And so Phil started every morning with a guilty conscience, gazing across the bed at the sleeping face of the man who had no idea of the very non-innocent ideas that occupied Phil’s brain so much of the time.

He was beyond pathetic—he was pitiful. And more than a little miserable every day, despite the bliss of his nights.

They were sitting in a diner in some town in the middle of America somewhere. The tour was such a whirlwind that Phil never really knew where he was anymore and just went where he was told to go and did what he was told to do until it was time to go on stage and perform the show again.

This place didn’t seem to have much on the menu except burgers and fries, and a bunch of different kinds of pie, but it was close to their hotel and so the four of them had walked over to have a quiet meal together. An honest-to-goodness jukebox in the corner was playing actual vinyl records as if they were in some kind of Elvis Presley movie, but Phil didn’t recognize any of the songs. Old stuff, he guessed, from back when they were still making records like that.

His mind started to wander as Dan chatted companionably with Martyn and Cornelia. Last night’s dream had started with music, too … because the shadow himself had entered the dream as a song, something slow and plaintive and lovely … and he hadn’t taken physical form until Phil had already begun swaying to the music. They were in the same lake-side glade where the shadow had first transformed from stars into a man made of starlight, and as he transitioned from song to man he had shone just as brightly, bright as a star but without hurting Phil’s eyes to look at him, in fact making him want to look forever at nothing else…

“How about you, Phil?”

Phil’s head jerked up. He’d completely lost track of the conversation. And his meal. He looked down at the plate of fries he’d been picking at and his half-eaten burger. He looked back at Cornelia, who had asked him the question. “Um … what?”

Cornelia chuckled. “Lost in a fog as usual. We were talking about imaginary friends. I had one when I was little, but I’m guessing you didn’t hear anything I said about her. I was asking if you had any imaginary friends when you were a kid.”

Martyn wiped his mouth and added, “Yeah, I don’t remember you talking about any, but did you?”

Phil glanced from face to face, panicking as he thought of last night’s erotic dream events. He really didn’t want to talk about this. He made a non-committal noise, shrugged, and punted the question to Dan. “How about you? Any imaginary friends?”

Dan chewed and swallowed, looking pensive. “Sort of. I guess so. One. Except I never really thought of him as imaginary. More like another real, actual boy, but I would just slip into his dreams sometimes at night and we would do stuff together.” His expression grew shuttered and he looked down at his plate and pushed it away. “I’ve had enough. How about you guys? Shall we head back?”

Martyn looked around for their waitress, musing, “I want pie. They have a dozen different kinds, I think.”

Cornelia enthused, “Oooh! Pie! Me, too!”

But Phil was distracted by what Dan had said. He couldn’t believe Martyn and Cornelia hadn’t followed up with any additional questions. Hesitantly, Phil asked, “So … you had an imaginary friend in your dreams? When you were a kid?”

Dan shrugged awkwardly. “It’s hard to explain. It was like they were his dreams, but I was able to visit. I always thought of him as some other boy living somewhere else in the world, but I didn’t know where. We never talked about our real lives. We were too busy going on adventures.”

Cornelia looked intrigued now, forgetting momentarily about her quest for pie. “What kind of adventures?”

Dan smiled, his dimples showing. “Oh, terribly derivative stuff. Tolkien and Narnia and Final Fantasy and all that sort of thing. Sometimes we were climbing mountains and fighting giant spiders or crawling through tunnels or looking for buried treasure. Sometimes we fought dragons. Sometimes we were dragons. It was pretty fun, actually. I always looked forward to those dreams. They were my favorites.” His gaze seemed distant now, as if he was lost in fond memories.

Phil just stared at him. He’d never heard of someone else having the same kind of dreams! “What did your friend look like?” he asked, suddenly intensely curious.

Dan frowned slightly, then tilted his head a bit in contemplation. “He always looked different. Well, almost always, anyway. But I always knew it was him.” Dan glanced at Phil. “You know, that way you tend to just know things in dreams, without there being any good reason for you to know them.”

Phil nodded, extremely familiar with that feeling.

Dan continued, musing, “Sometimes he looked like an animal, or a regular boy but covered in leaves or feathers or something. Sometimes he looked just like me, like looking in the mirror but having another person there talking back to you. Sometimes he even looked like a tree or something, but I could still recognize him, still understand him.”

Phil was leaning forward without even realizing it. “I had a dream friend like that when I was a kid, too,” he admitted at last, still feeling shocked that anyone else had experienced something similar to what he had always assumed was something weirdly unique to him.

“Yeah?” Dan asked, perking up. “What were they like?”

Phil shrugged. “Like what you said. They looked different in different dreams, but I always knew it was them. And we had all kinds of adventures and stuff. It was really fun.” They grinned at each other.

“And now you’re having adventures in real life!” Cornelia interjected, making Phil jump a little. He’d sort of forgotten that he and Dan weren’t alone in this conversation, it had seemed so unexpectedly confidential, sharing something he’d never shared with anyone before. But … maybe lots of people had these kinds of dreams. Maybe he just hadn’t heard about it. Maybe it really wasn’t so special after all.

But it had always felt special.

Last night had certainly felt special.

“Right!” Dan said, and at first Phil was so lost in thoughts of last night’s dream that didn’t know what Dan was responding too. “We’re on our great tour adventure across America.” He met Phil’s eyes and smiled. “Everything in the past year or so has seemed like an adventure, to be honest, with the book and everything. It hardly even seems real.”

But it was, Phil reminded himself. This was real. Just because other people had imaginary friend dreams too didn’t make it any more real. They were still just dreams.

Dan was real. The tour was real.

The shadow was just in his head.

“When did your imaginary friend dreams stop?” Martyn asked Dan. “How old were you?” He glanced back and forth between Phil and Dan, casually curious.

Dan’s face closed off, and Phil wondered why. At the same time, he hoped none of them were going to press him to answer that question, because he didn’t want to lie, but he also didn’t want to announce, “Oh, I still see him every night. In fact, I had the best sex of my life last night with my imaginary friend!” He could just picture their appalled reactions. The embarrassment. The pity.

Luckily, the waitress arrived at that moment, and Martyn and Cornelia blithely turned their attention to a discussion of what flavors of pie were available and which were most highly recommended.

Phil met Dan’s eyes briefly, but they both looked away. A moment ago, the conversation had seemed so intimate … and now something uneasy lurked beneath. Probably just Phil’s guilty conscience.

“No pie for me, thank you,” he replied when the waitress got his attention. His three companions all turned to him in surprise. Okay, maybe it was unusual for him to turn down dessert. But some sort of knot had developed in his stomach. He smiled weakly, and noticed that Dan looked a little concerned. He tried to make his smile look a little more convincing, but Dan didn’t look fooled.

At least Dan couldn’t see through him the way the shadow could. He could keep secrets from Dan. In fact, he had to.

Phil looked out the window, but it was so dark in the parking lot outside that he saw only his own reflection … and his face looked sad.

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[fromafaroffland-blog]

Details

Name: Caspian X Age: 28 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Face Claim: Chris Wood Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia Starter Tag: #lswrstarter:caspian

Personality

+ Dutiful, Just, Honest - Insecure, Gullible, Temperamental.

Biography

Caspian was the first born of the King and Queen of Narnia, and thus, the heir to the throne. However, his claim to the title as lord of Cair Paravel hung from a thread, when his father was murdered, and his mother died shortly after, while Caspian was still a young child. The orphaned prince was put under the care of his uncle, Miraz, the Lord Protector of the realm. Despite being parentless, his childhood seemed to be pleasant. Raised by his nurse, his bedtime stories were all about the Narnians, and the Kings of Old. Caspian enjoyed these stories immensely, and it didn’t take much for the young Prince to start believing them. When his uncle found about this, got rid of the nurse, fearing that she might influence Caspian into searching for the people Miraz had banished from his kingdom. Caspian’s nurse was replaced by a tutor, Doctor Cornelius, a chance which Prince Caspian disliked. Cornelius taught him everything, from horse-riding, to math, and Caspian eventually came to like the old man, even though he never satisfied his questions about the Narnians. When Caspian eventually learned that Cornelius himself was half-dwarf, a proof that Narnians did exist, the old man taught him extensive lessons on the true history of his world.

One night, Cornelius woke Caspian in a rush. Miraz’s wife had given birth to a male heir, and he was sure that the Lord Protector would not hesitate in murdering Caspian, to ensure his child would become the King of Narnia. Caspian manage to run away, into the dense forests. There, he was caught in a storm, and a tree hit him in the head, throwing him off his horse. Caspian was eventually take care of by some Narnians, which would later become his allies. He managed to gain the favor of the Narians by promising them he would restore them their rights and their lands, if they helped him take back the throne. With the help of his new-found army, and the Kings and Queens of Old, Caspian led the rebellion that brought Miraz’s demise, and effectively restored Caspian as the rightful ruler of Narnia and its citizens. Caspian was true to his word, when he was crowned king, and his kingdom began a new era of prosperity.

Very early during his reign, Caspian would eventually be known as the Navigator, because he took an interest in seafaring, and charting the Narnian seas. He spent as much of his life at Cair Paravel, as he did no the wooden floor of a ship’s deck. During one of his travels, he was once more reunited with the Kings and Queens of Old, Edmund and Lucy, for one last grand adventure, as Caspian tried to find the Seven Lost Lords - men who had been loyal to his father, and that had been banished by Miraz years before. Unfortunately, they only managed to find four of the Lost Lords, three of which were under an enchantment. In order to break the spell, the crew had to sail to the end of the world, to Aslan’s country, and leave one person behind when they returned. Caspian offered himself up as a sacrifice, but his friends reminded him of his duty as King of Narnia, and thus, Edmund and Lucy sailed towards Aslan’s country, staying behind as the sacrifices to break the spells. 

On his journey back home, the ship was caught in a violent storm. Caspian feared the ship might sink, and as he helped his crew navigate the restless sea, the king was thrown overboard, falling into the dark and cold waters. As he lost his senses, he was convinced that this was how he was going to end. The not-so-great King of Narnia, drowning after having survived his traitor of an uncle, and a full-scale revolution. Instead, Caspian opened his eyes once more. Except everything was different. The world around him was not the same, and it was clear that he was no longer in Narnia. He had no idea where he was, but he intended to find out, and to return to his kingdom.

Notes

Character inspired by the Character from Chronicles of Narnia, specifically from the movies The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, and The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

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[sociophan]

(I’m Miles From Home) But I Found Home In You

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Summary: Dan wasn’t really much of a holiday person. Don't get him wrong, he loved to travel and see new places, it’s just that he always missed home. What happens when he meets someone while on holiday in Austria, who makes him question his idea of home.

Tags: fluff, eventual smut, vacation, skiing, au, maybe a little bit of angst in later chapters

A/N: Hi, this is my first phanfic. this hasn’t been read by anyone but me so please excuse any mistakes.

Chapter 1 

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Dan wasn’t really much of a holiday person. Don't get him wrong, he loved to travel and see new places, it’s just that he always missed home; waking up in the early afternoon, after staying up on Wikipedia and tumblr until 4 in the morning. His family always seemed to be disappointed with him one way or the other, complaining about how he was always online and ignoring them. He was a bit closer with his brother but still they lacked that deeper familial connection. Travelling also gave him an existential crisis, as he was constantly faced with the size of the earth and the amount of people that inhabit it, adding to his sense of insignificance. So then when due to this, he did not enjoy his holiday, he always felt worse as he should be enjoying it more than usual as he was privileged enough to be able to go on vacation.

It was now early January, and he was stuck in his shared hotel room, watching the snow blizzard race across the countryside. His family had come down to Austria to go skiing, but the weather had been so terrible that they had decided just to stay inside, making use of the hotel’s sauna and pool areas. Dan, however made more use of the free wifi service. He had cursed his family and the hotel upon arrival as his room was one of the few with no service, so he has spent the whole time in the hotel’s library, which wasn't much of a library to be honest. There was one large bookshelf by the entrance but the rest of the room was filled with sofas all facing out of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. It would have been very peaceful if it wasn't for the old man snoring in the corner.

Just as Dan turned back around to face his screen, currently in the middle of watching Free!, he saw a boy, about his age enter the library. The boy had hair the colour of soot, cut in a similar style to Dan’s, wearing a bright yellow Jake hoodie. As the boy looked around the room for a place to sit, he made eye contact with Dan, bright blue eyes staring into dark brown. Dan quickly looked away, forcing himself to watch his anime, but oddly he couldn't care less about it anymore; just about the boy in the Adventure Time hoodie. From the corner of his eye, he could see the boy sit down on the sofa next to his, the yellow contrasting starkly with Dan’s all black outfit.

Dan did his best not to pay any attention to the boy sitting next to him, watching three episodes before he noticed that he was no longer there. Dan was questioning why he seemed so, well, attracted to this boy. He had known for a long time that he liked both boys and girls, even having a short fling with another boy in his year. But this attraction wasn't necessarily like that, it was more of an intrigue or fascination, he wanted to get to know this over 6 foot tall boy in the Adventure time hoodie. It might have been due to his loneliness while at the hotel, his few friends were all still back in England, and well they all had people they preferred over him, so no one made any effort in contacting him.

Noticing how late it had gotten, Dan hurriedly stuffed his laptop into his bag, rushing down to the dining hall, to see his family already eating.

“Daniel, where have you been? You know we said 7pm for dinner.” His mother said, once he sat himself down next to his brother.

“Yeah, I know, I just lost track of time, sorry.” Dan hurried, getting up again quickly to get food from the buffet. He faintly heard his father mutter “What are we going to do with him?” as well as someone else getting up and following him to the buffet. Dan was walking around the buffet trying to understand the german labels on the food with his minimal german skills as he heard a low voice talk to him.

“To busy watching Free! to come to dinner on time, Daniel, I would have done the same.” Dan turned around to see the same boy from the library, just now dressed in a blue button-up shirt, which somehow made him even more attractive. He almost dropped his plate on the floor, standing and staring at this boy until he finally came to senses.

“Call me Dan, not Daniel.” Dan said snappily, immediately regretting his tone. “Okay, Dan, I’m Phil.”

Dan stood around awkwardly, wanting to talk to Phil, but having no idea what to say.

“Well, have a nice dinner, Dan, I’ll see you around.” Phil said, before walking off, sitting at the table right behind where Dan was sitting. Dan could see his brother giving Dan a questioning glare, as Dan stood still, watching Phil. He quickly then piled some random food on his plate before walking back to his table.

“Who was that?” Adrian, Dan’s younger brother, asked him, his eyebrow raised. Adrian was the only one who knew about Dan’s sexuality and would find any opportunity to tease him about it. Dan really wished that Adrian didn't now, but his brother had walked in on him during his first kiss with a boy last year, scaring both of them, as they were both so far back in the closet, that you wouldn’t even find them in Narnia.

“I don’t know. Some boy, he was just asking me what “Linsen” meant.” Dan quickly lied, a slight stutter in his speech. His brother gave him a weird look, but dropped the subject. However Dan didn't miss the soft chuckle from the raven-haired boy behind him.

The rest of the meal had been fairly uneventful. Dan’s family had tried bringing him into the conversation, but given up eventually, just letting him stay in his head. He’d been too distracted, listening in on the conversation of the boy behind him. So far he’d learned that Phil was currently studying English at York University, and one of his lecturers hated him. He’d broken up with his girlfriend for two years, three months ago, and that he was a huge fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Dan was slightly upset at hearing that Phil had had a girlfriend, he knew that in theory that doesn't make a difference, cause Phil could still be bisexual, just like him, but it would have always been nice to know that he liked guys, even if Dan was probably about 3 or 4 years younger than Phil.

Dan had now returned to the library, being the only one in the room, as it was 10pm, and everyone was either in the lounge areas socialising or going to bed. Dan was too engrossed with his laptop to notice someone enter the library, only noticing once a warm body sat down next to him, well basically on top of him due to the small size of the sofas.

“Hi, again.” said Phil, “I was thinking about you and thought you might be here. I guess I was right. What you watching?” Phil looked over Dan’s shoulder to see an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer playing.

“Oh my gosh, I love Buffy so much. I've watched all of it countless times. You?” Dan was slightly intimidated by Phil’s energy, and he could smell coffee in his breath, but quickly came to find it endearing. Dan didn’t want to admit that he had only seen very few episodes of Buffy, and was only watching it now because of Phil’s interest.

“This is only my first time, a good friend of mine recommended it to me and I really like it.” Dan stated, blushing as he realised just how close Phil was to him.

“Well, I’ll watch some with you now, if you don't mind.” Phil grabbed one of Dan’s headphones out of his ear, sticking it in his own, and properly settling down into the sofa. Dan eventually got comfortable, as they watched episode after episode, sometimes laughing together at a funny scene. Phil occasionally made some inappropriate comment, or started rambling about the background and significance of a certain scene.

It was 5 in the morning when Dan woke up, Buffy still playing on his laptop, and Phil snoring softly against his chest, their legs tangled together. Dan thought he could get used to this.

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BASICS

Name: Caspian Paravel Story: The Chronicles of Narnia Character: King Caspian X Age: 28 Job: Instructor at the Dojo Location: Sherwood Faceclaim: Ben Barnes Status: Closed OC

PERSONALITY

+ dutiful, just, honest

- insecure, gullible, temperamental

BIOGRAPHY

Caspian was the first born of the King and Queen of Narnia, and thus, the heir to the throne. However, his claim to the title as lord of Cair Paravel hung from a thread, when his father was murdered, and his mother died shortly after, while Caspian was still a young child. The prince was then put under the care of his uncle, Miraz, the Lord Protector of the realm. Despite being orphaned, his childhood seemed to be pleasant. Raised by his nurse, his bedtime stories were all about the Narnians, and the Kings of Old. Caspian enjoyed these stories immensely, and it didn’t take much for the young Prince to start believing them. When his uncle found about this, got rid of the nurse, fearing that she might influence Caspian into searching for the people Miraz had banished from his kingdom. Caspian’s nurse was replaced by a tutor, Doctor Cornelius, a chance which Prince Caspian disliked. Cornelius taught him everything, from horse-riding, to math, and Caspian eventually came to like the old man, even though he never satisfied his questions about the Narnians. When Caspian eventually learned that Cornelius himself was half-dwarf, a proof that Narnians did exist, the old man taught him extensive lessons on the true history of his world.

One night, Cornelius woke Caspian in a rush. Miraz’s wife had given birth to a male heir, and he was sure that the Lord Protector would not hesitate in murdering Caspian, to ensure his child would become the King of Narnia. Caspian manage to run away, into the dense forests. There, he was caught in a storm, and a tree hit him in the head, throwing him off his horse. Caspian was eventually take care of by some Narnians, which would later become his allies. He managed to gain the favor of the Narians by promising them he would restore them their rights and their lands, if they helped him take back the throne. With the help of his new-found army, and the Kings and Queens of Old, Caspian led the rebellion that brought Miraz’s demise, and effectively restored Caspian as the rightful ruler of Narnia and its citizens. Caspian was true to his word, when he was crowned king, and his kingdom began a new era of prosperity.

Very early during his reign, Caspian would eventually be known as the Navigator, because he took an interest in seafaring, and charting the Narnian seas. He spent as much of his life at Cair Paravel, as he did on the wooden floor of a ship’s deck. During one of his travels, he was once more reunited with the Kings and Queens of Old, Edmund and Lucy, for one last grand adventure, as Caspian tried to find the Seven Lost Lords - men who had been loyal to his father, and that had been banished by Miraz years before. Unfortunately, they only managed to find four of the Lost Lords, three of which were under an enchantment. In order to break the spell, the crew had to sail to the end of the world, to Aslan’s country, and leave one person behind when they returned. Caspian offered himself up as a sacrifice, but his friends reminded him of his duty as King of Narnia, and thus, Edmund and Lucy sailed towards Aslan’s country, staying behind as the sacrifices to break the spells. On his journey back home, the ship was caught in a violent storm. Caspian feared the ship might sink, and as he helped his crew navigate the restless sea, the king was thrown overboard, falling into the dark and cold waters. As he lost his senses, he was convinced that this was how he was going to end. The not-so-great King of Narnia, dying drowned after having survived his traitor of an uncle, and a full-scale revolution. Instead, Caspian opened his eyes once more. Except everything was different. The world around him was not the same, and it was clear that he was no longer in Narnia. He had no idea where he was, but he intended to find out, and learn how to return to his kingdom.

CONNECTIONS

Peter Pevensie: Peter has always been like a role model to Caspian. The great King of Old, Peter the Magnificent is all Caspian ever aspired to be. So naturally, he always gravitated towards him, seeking to follow in his footsteps.

ALTERNATE FACECLAIMS: N/A

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Bad Luck Happens in... 65s if You’re Me.

I’m going to tell you a little a story. To be frank, it’ll probably definitely be long because it’s a nightmare and nightmares are never short. Only this isn’t just a nightmare, this is a true story; my true story of traveling from NY to Hefei after my home leave.

The date was June 26th... or 27th, because when you’re time traveling, details like that get hazy. My lovely friend dropped me off at the tiny Elmira airport and I had no issues checking in. I did internally begin losing my shit when the couple next to me was asked if they’d be willing to give up their seats due to them overbooking the flight by two. *Cue the anxiety* .... I mean we’ve all seen the dragging video by now. Save me.

We boarded in Elmira on time, I skipped the coffee and went for the complimentary red wine, because HELP, and because wine. The flight was uneventful, which was great. My friend and I spent our layover walking around the terminal, which I was thankful for because I was still losing it a little... and also because of the wine. If you can’t tell my travel anxiety is through the roof bad.

Our flight was boarded (from Detroit to Shanghai) with no issues, and the attendants graciously were loading me up on champagne. We left on time, and more champagne and food arrived. Did I say more champagne? I tried to sleep but the turbulence was pretty bad the last part of the flight... so I only slept 2.5 hours. (Side note: being hangry and a lack of sleep are two states you don’t want to see me in). Apparently attendance make it their duty to get you drunk if you can’t sleep, which is something I agree with on a spiritual level.

Upon landing we were told that the gate we were supposed to use was “not available” so we had to wait a bit. They decided to have us exit the plane on the tarmac and take the shuttle to the building. Which was great except the down pouring rain pelting us in between the two. I looked like a worthless drunk soggy noodle. I should’ve taken that as an omen, but I didn’t.

We arrived at customs and it was a strange scene as there was a huge line for foreigners and virtually no locals (opposite of what I’ve previously experienced). So it took a bit longer than usual, but we had no hiccups going through. The custom worker was actually the nicest custom worker I’d ever met and I think we could actually be friends now.

We then picked up our luggage to recheck it. Our bags were the last off the plane, despite having Sky Priority (meaning ours should come off first)-No biggie. When we went to recheck our bags, all hell broke loose.

I was told by a frantic worker after she weighed my first bag (I had two), that I’m only allowed to take 20kg on the plane.... mind you combined my bags were 48kg. I asked several questions about what people do in that situation, why I’ve never had this happen on previous flights, why there wasn’t a disclaimer sent when booking the flight, etc. The worker was not answering any of my questions, or offering alternate solutions. I think she just doesn’t like drunk soggy noodles.

I think the Holy Spirit inhabited my body at this moment, because my patience was  non-existent at this point. After about 15 mins of “what am I going to do” ... and thinking of alternate solutions like staying in Shanghai and booking a train the next day to get home... throwing out a bag- fuck that... she FINALLY says that I can pay a fee. BITCH YOU START WITH THAT. Why you wasting my time fucking asshole bitch nice lady???

This bitch lady gave me a piece of paper that I was intended to show at another counter to pay my fee. She had no idea how much it was at DID NOT tell me how to get to this next person. She also took my boarding pass and said they’d print a new one. She said “Next” when I asked for clarification, ugh no you didn’t. Thankfully my friend who was having the same issue, but was given better directions on how to get there by the kind lady waiting on her.

We were told we had to go to the 3rd floor, so we followed domestic departure signs for awhile... awhile... until we literally came to a dead end. WTF.... so we backtracked to our original spot, and we saw this other way,, so we followed that, and got to the 2F but still couldn’t get to 3F. I’m not kidding all the escalators were barricaded closed.

Clearly being two blonde idiots, looking lost as shit, this young man who spoke English asked if we are looking for the 3F too... hallelujah, we say yes.... he had just asked too, so we followed him to this elevator (which we would’ve never found because it was hid like the entrance of Narnia). UGH, this airport is stupid.

Oh but that’s not all. We get to the 3rd floor, go to the counter we were directed to go to and they say, oh no, you have to go over thereeeee. So we go there and we pay. Thankfully they took Visa (FYI- they don’t take US credit cards ANYWHERE in China so this is a miracle), and I paid my fine of $67USD. We asked about the reprinted tickets and she told us “oh no, you have to go in THAT line over there....” I’m thinking we should be going in the Sky Priority line as that’s what we always use, but she insisted it was the long line *Cue internal screaming*. So we waited and waited for our turn and they told us oh nooooo you go to the Sky Priority line, they have your tickets. Well I’d had about enough of this nonsense, so I nicely talked to the sympathetic woman who printed our boarding passes there. Thank you sweet angel!

Oh, but the story is just getting started. We went through security and they were double checking our carry ons... okay. Well they took child scissors from my friend’s bag then sent us on our way. We FINALLY head to gate 201. I look at the sign and see something in red. OMG. They changed our Gate to 9.... even though they JUST printed our passes... okay. We hustled over to Gate 9. It said we were in the right place YES. We went for a bathroom break, returned and they’d changed it to Gate 3... no big deal it was close but that’s annoying as hell.

We went to Gate 3 where we waited for an eternity. It got to the departure time and it didn’t say delayed and I was thinking... “did we miss the announcement?“ So I asked and the worker stated we would now depart at 11:30pm (original time was 10:15pm). A few moments later they declared the flight was delayed and that “the boarding time would be announced later.”

Well at this time I began to panic as we were supposed to have a driver pick us up at the airport at 11:30pm and I didn’t have anyway to call him and say we would be late. I don’t have a working phone number (in China or US), so I also do not have service to message Corey and let him know. So I had to buy internet for an hour just to Facetime him to figure out the ride situation. He assured me the driver would wait, and I was glad he knew we would be late.

So I went to get water and literally this airport is shut down almost completely. I saw this guy looking at a vending machine confused and two chicks giggling at him as he walked away. Stupid me tried two times to get a drink out of that thing, and it ate my money. God damn it. We finally found a place open so I got some water dinner (2 chocolate bars if I’m going to be completely honest here) and tried to chill out. We get back to terminal 3 and WHAT they changed our gate AGAIN to 202. At this point I’m externally about to scream, as this nice Chinese man asked if we were also going to Hefei. We said yes. He told us that he asked what was going on and the plane we were taking wouldn’t be there until about 11:30pm... so at this point we knew it would be awhile, but at least we knew something!

We thanked him for the info and ventured our asses back to Gate 202 area, and finally about 12:15am they announced we were boarding. The whole gate let out a cheer. I’m pretty sure I yelled “FUCK YEAH”, but 6 one way a half dozen the other right? We boarded and no sooner do they said that they had no idea when we would be leaving but they’d “update soon.” Well, the are lying liar heads. In an hour they repeated the same announcement. Since they are lying liar heads, and I was exhausted of their lies, I briefly passed out. I awoke at 2am when they finally said we were leaving. YAHOO!

I tried to finally get shut eye... mind you we’ve traveled over a day so far and I’ve only slept 2.5 hours (1.5 according to fit bit). Well the turbulence was so bad they the attendant woke me up and made me put my seat up... So that was a no go.

We finally arrived in Hefei, and and played the baggage game all over again. Our poor driver had been waiting since 11:30pm (it’s now 3:30am)... and helped us pack our bags into the car. He’s the real MVP in this story.

We safely arrived at the hotel at 4:17am.... Where we ended our travel fun with a broken trolley to haul our luggage upstairs. The concierge asked me where I was coming from and I said NY, and he asked “Is that why you’re wearing slippers.” ... they were flip flops haha.

It is tough feeling out of control and having such a language barrier with those who know what’s happening. Looking back, this is all hilarious and truthfully just a string of bad luck and weather. I was thankful to have someone with me to laugh with and keep me sane. We also met a few people along the way who were kind when we needed it most.

I’ll keep these memories to look back on when I think I’m having a “bad day.” I’m thankful I won’t be making that journey for another 6 months. Needless to say I slept 13 hours straight when I got home. I DID NOT MOVE my position at all or wake up once.