#king capsian x reader

[mountkennedie]

Siren

Prince Caspian x mermaid!reader

Summary: Caspian goes on a late night stroll and gets intercepted by a mermaid

warnings: none

The reader has long hair, other than that, there aren't any character descriptions

A.N. I have been thinking about this so much over the past few months omg

Being a prince, Caspian had many responsibilities. But being a human, he needs to escape from those duties from time to time. What seemed to calm his mind the best was a late night stroll on the coast of Cair Paravel.

Due to the full moon, the sands glitter in a way no gem could ever replicate. He thought the only thing that could compliment the beauty of the sparkling sands was the illuminated water. Just standing there, Caspian felt the stress lifting off his body. The salty sea air was always something he was a fan of. The feeling of its breeze through his hair only made the entire scene that much better.

There were some rocks along the coastline. He would normally not pay them any mind. However, when an unusual sound emitted from them, his head whipped around. His eyes scanned to find a pair looking back at him.

He drew his sword immediately, pointing it at the creature. "Who are you," he questioned. All sorts of things can exist in the lands of Narnia, and anything that would be out at such an hour is one of suspicion. Especially one that already had its eyes set on him.

The creature shied behind the rock. From a different angle, she peered back at him. The moonlight glazed her skin in an ethereal glow, and before the prince realized, he had taken a few steps towards her. "Call me, Y/n."

Her voice was smooth and soft. He felt himself begin to drift away in it. He took yet another step closer, now only a yard or two from the rock she hid behind. With grace and caution, she climbed the large stone until she reached the top. She rested on her forearms, now at eye level with the prince.

Caspian's eyes took in the new view of her. She wore nothing on her upper half, relying solely on her flowing hair to cover her frame. His breath began to shallow, never in his life had the prince seen a woman in such an ease of wardrobe. He used his extensive self-control to bring his focus back to her eyes. And her eyes were another pool to fall into. Everything about this mysterious woman was holding him captive, and he could not figure out why. Nor did he want to put up any resistance.

"And yours?" She spoke once again in a voice of velvet. He almost didn't register that she said anything at all.

"Hmm?" He hummed. In any other context, he knew it would be rude to simply hum instead of coming up with the words to say what he meant. But in this moment, his brain was taking on more and more fog with every second he was near her. He was not focused on being the well-mannered prince as he always was.

The woman smiled, "Your name, dear sailor."

"Oh, yes," his voice was breathy. The smile she provided him only worsened his condition. The fog in his mind had crept to the rest of his body. He hadn't even realized he was up against her rock. "Caspian. And I'm not a sailor, I'm a prince." Every word that he could conjure came spilling from his lips. He wanted her to speak again, smile again, anything. It was astonishing how quickly she had gotten him under her finger.

"A prince." She maintained her smile as she reached a hand out and touched his chest. "I would have thought as much. You wear the finest of leathers." Her hand stayed on his chest. And he made no effort to remove it.

He hummed again in response. He wore a smile on his face that proved how removed he was from sanity. She moved her hand up over his heart, his hand came and met her there. The warmth of his palm sealed her to him.

"Would you like to see the rest of me, dear prince?" She spoke in a whisper. He only nodded in response. She smiled once again and lifted her tail out of the water. She allowed herself to wrap a bit around the rock to make sure the moon made her scales shimmer.

He gasped, and she looked back at him. At first, I was nervous that she had scared him off. But he only stared. His eyes soon traveled back up to hers, and his pupils were completely blown. She knew she had him.

"You are most beautiful," his voice was airy. His breath steadied, and his eyes were trained on hers. With her other hand, she placed it on the right side of his face. He leaned into the touch and, for a moment, allowed his eyes to shut.

"As are you, dear prince."

How it happened was simple. She held onto him as she descended the rock. Held his hand from the shallow water, deeper and deeper. Until the water was too high for his feet to hit the bottom. And before she dragged him to the depths, an idea of mercy came to mind. He was a prince and a handsome one at that. Maybe something could brew between them. So she kissed him and filled his lungs with the new ability to no longer rely on air. Then, drug him down underneath the waves.

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Songs that remind me of Narnia characters

Edmund Pevensie

can i call you tonight? - dayglow i wanna get better - bleachers king and lionheart - of monsters and men broken crown - mumford and son freakin’ out on the interstate - briston maroney looking out for you - joy again i’ll be good - jaymes young no light, no light - florence + the machine i love you so - the walters disco - surf curse 

Peter Pevensie 

glory and gore - lorde the bidding - tally hall you should see me in a crown - billie eilish  send them off! - bastille  afraid - the neighbourhood centuries - fall out boy legendary - welshly arms  little lion man - mumford and son king - lauren aquilina glitter and gold - barns courtney 

Susan Pevensie 

cherry - harry styles love - lana del rey oxford comma - vampire weekend greek god - conan gray girls - girl in red eleanor rigby - the beatles  buzzcut season - lorde bubblegum - clario  the louvre - lorde ophelia - the lumineers 

Lucy Pevensie

maniac - conan gray falling for u - peachy!, mxmtoon seventeen - peach pit this side of paradise - coyote theory would you be so kind - dodie honeypie - jawney take it easy - surfaces corduroy daydreams - rex orange county  her - eery  sunflower vol 6 - harry styles 

Prince/King Caspian 

i see red - everybody loves an outlaw to be so lonely - harry styles i miss you - blink-182 seven devils - florence + the machine  viva la vida - coldplay woodland - the paper kites tiger striped sky - roo panes secret garden - lizzard, soda island, merival ghosts - florence + the machine scars - boy epic

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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (7/?)

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

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4k

Part Summary: The Talmarines arrive at the Howe and everyone struggles to figure out what to do next

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"Y/N! Y/N wake up!" 

I jolt awake from my dream and gasp for air. My vision is blurry at first but adjusts to land on Lucy hovering over me. 

"What?! What is Lucy?!" I panic. 

"They're here! The Talmarines!" She rushes out. 

I rise from my laid position on the floor with a grunt of pain. My side is a bit sore from my experience earlier with Jadis. 

"Where's your brother?!" I question the youngest urgently. 

"Outside with the others!" She informs me as she helps me off the ground.

I hurry toward the tunnels leading out of the Howe. Again, Peter leaves without telling to face Miraz. He'll claim it's to protect me but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. 

 "Has the fighting started?" I worry. 

"No, Peter sent Edmund to make a deal," Lu explains vaguely as she struggles to keep up with me. 

"Deal?" I stop in my tracks and turn to the girl. "What kind of deal?" 

Lucy hesitates and it doesn't exactly ease my nerves. 

"Lucy, what kind of deal?" I repeat, giving her shoulders a pleading squeeze. 

"Instead of a battle..." she mumbles as she stares down at the dirt beneath us. "Peter will fight Miraz to the death." 

I growl, turning my attention again toward the tunnels. "You have got to be kidding me!" 

"It's for the best, Y/N!" Lucy attempts to convince me as I hurry to stop her brother. "Think of how many lives will-" 

"I refuse to lose Peter! There has to be another way!" I bark. "Where is he?!" 

"The cove... getting ready," she answers solemnly. 

This moment parallels the night of the castle raid almost too well. I rush out of the Howe to find Peter and Lucy chases after me. Why is it that it's always Peter getting into messes and it's me trying to save him? One of these days I fear I won't be quick enough. 

"Peter!" I shout once I turn to corner toward the dim-lit cove. 

The blonde boy whips his head around toward me. Caspian and the others stand with him around the stone table. He jogs toward me with a worried expression. Caspian shares the same look in his eyes. 

Peter grips my shoulders and lowers himself to my level. "Y/N, are you alright?!" 

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I insist. "But what about you? What are you thinking?! If Miraz accepts you could-" 

He sighs as his features fall. "It's the only way..." 

"There is never just one way!" I argue, jerking his hands off of me with annoyance. 

"Let me take your place," Caspian interjects from across the room. 

Peter and I shoot our attention to Caspian's direction. 

"Oh my..." I withhold my frustration. "Does everyone have a death wish? Should I put in my name to fight Miraz too?! Stop trying to play the hero, both of you!" I snap between the two boys. 

"Y/N, you don't understand," Caspian dismisses as he steps forward. 

"I understand perfectly well," I hiss through my teeth. "I already know what it's like to lose someone to war. You may act valiantly now, but remember the pain you'll cause the people you leave behind." 

Caspian's features strike cold as comprehends my meaning or has he forgotten our discussion by the river? 

"It's only to buy time while Lucy goes to find Aslan," Peter explains to me quietly. 

"You're going to send a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest alone!" Trumpkin interrupts bitterly as he crosses the room to Lucy. 

"Haven't enough of us died?" He mutters to the girl. 

"She won't be alone..." Susan assures. "I'll go with her, at least part of the way." 

Trumpkin starts arguing which erupts a frenzy of chatter amongst everyone. Each of them wants to be the sole savior and refuse to alone anyone else help which will only lead to more death. They're all acting as if there's only one way for us to possibly win. There has to be another way. 

"I'll go," I shout over the many voices. 

"What?" Peter questions as though he didn't hear me. He heard it, he must have, but he doesn't want to believe it. 

"I'll go find Aslan," I reiterate confidently. 

"But Y/N, you don't even know what he looks like nor do you know the woods," Edmund reasons. 

"I do actually," I tell him and the others calmly. I wasn't planning on telling anyone of my dream but I suppose I must. "I know what he looks like. I... I had a dream about him. It sounds crazy but I think I'm meant to do this." 

"No, no, it's far too dangerous," Peter refuses... typical. 

"Oh, so you'd send Lucy and Susan out but not me?" I laugh mockingly in disbelief. 

He would risk his only two sisters no problem, but I'm far too important? 

"That's different," Caspian argues in agreement with Peter. 

They choose now to see eye to eye?!

"How so?" I growl at the prince. 

"If anything happened to you, I would never be able to forgive myself," Peter answers hushedly at my side. 

"Peter..." I turn to my oldest friend and cup his cheek. "I can do this." 

Peter nods solemnly as he takes my hand that rests on his cheek. He stares down at my hand within both of his with a frown. I can see how difficult it is to let me do this, but he also knows that I'm right.  

"Have Susan go with you," Peter insists. 

"No, you'll need her more than I will. All I'll need his time," I assure him. 

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After Edmund and some soldiers finish setting up my horse, Peter escorts me over with my katana. 

"Don't do anything reckless," he requests lightheartedly, but deep down I know he means it. 

"Isn't everything we're doing right now a tad reckless?" I snicker lightly. 

He chuckles for the first time in a while. "Yes, I suppose so." 

"Be alive when I get back," I request of Peter in return as we reach my horse. 

"I'll try my best," he assures. 

"At least you didn't promise," I snicker, referring to my hatred for empty promises. 

"Peter!" Susan calls from the entrance to the tunnel leading out to the field. "You're needed." 

Peter gives his sister a sharp nod before turning to me. He pulls me into his embrace. "Make it back." 

"I plan on it," I remark wittily to keep his hopes at least level. 

Peter is reluctant to let me go but does so rashly and without meeting my gaze. I don't take it personally. I suspect if I'm finding it hard to go, he's having trouble letting me. 

"Here." Caspian appears beside me, holding out Susan's horn. "In case you need us." 

"You hold onto it. You might need to call me again," I wink as I turn toward my horse to mount it. 

"Y/N?" Suddenly, Caspian grips my wrist to stop me. 

"Hmm?" I pause. 

Caspian wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest yearningly. I can hear his heart pounding in his chest. 

"I'm so sorry," he apologizes quietly against my shoulder. 

I tighten my arms around him and press my cheek to his chest. 

"I never blamed you, Caspian," I whisper. 

It pains me that he blames himself for Jadis's actions. 

"I blame myself. If I hadn't been so weak to give into-" 

I part from him, but not far, only to meet his eye. "I was tempted too. The more important thing is we didn't give in." I offer him a weak smile. 

"But if you hadn't pushed me aside you wouldn't have gotten hurt," he reasons. 

"I would do it all over again," I tell him wholeheartedly. "At that moment, I didn't hesitate, not for a second!" 

"That's the second time you've saved me now," he smiles with a light chuckle falling from his lips. 

"I guess so huh?" I chuckle. "When are you going to return the favor?" 

"Hopefully I never have to," he remarks wisely. 

Caspian helps me onto my horse and hands me my katana. I slip the sheath strap over my chest so that the blade rests against my back. He peers up at me longingly. 

"Goodbye for now," I bid farewell with optimism. 

"Be safe," he pleads as his hand lands on mine. 

"You too," I swallow hard, suddenly finding it painful to leave him. 

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It’s a promise I’m making to you (Caspian x fem!reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 1223

Warnings: none.

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: The one where he was a secret admirer.

Requested: Yes, by amazing @mandos-crest​! 💜

It all started a few weeks ago when Y/N went to the library and found a beautiful white rose at her usual spot. She looked around the room, thinking that somebody forgot it there, but she didn't notice anybody and the librarian didn't want to tell her if somebody was there before. A few days later, she found another flower, tied on a ribbon to the door handle of her chamber door. She could see flowers everywhere she went. They were between book pages at Doctor Cornelius study. It was next to her plate at dinner or her favourite bench in the garden. She couldn't hide how happy it made her. Whenever she saw the flower, she immediately smiled brightly, looking around, hoping to find a person who has left them. Sadly she never found anybody, and it started frustrating her slightly. She wanted to say thank you to them, but she never got a chance. So she again sat alone in her chamber, gently holding the flower with a sad expression. She looked up at some of the previous gifted ones that she asked to dry. She wondered who could make it for her. It wasn't a secret that she loved flowers. She spends hours in the garden, painting them or just sitting close to them to feel their smell. When she could, she bought small bouquets in the village, later putting one flower from them and put in the hair of the young girl who always came to say hello to her. 

A soft knock on the door snapped her out of her mind. She looked up, putting the flower on the small table next to her and got up. She came closer to the door, smoothing her dress. She cleared her throat and opened the door, putting a smile on her face. The surprised expression quickly came into her face. Before she stood her best friend, Caspian X, the king of Narnia, holding a huge bouquet of her favourite flowers. Her mouth opened slightly when her eyes wandered between his face and the flowers. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. Could it be true that it was him all the time? Could it be possible that the man who stole her heart so long ago was the same person who leaves the flowers for her? Is it possible that he could feel something for her? 

"Caspian?" Her heart started beating a little faster when she looked at his little blushed cheeks. she perfectly saw that he is a little insecure, and she smiled, looking into his eyes. "Come inside, please." He nodded with smiling softly, after looking into her eyes that, like usually, brought him peace.

He walked in, his eyes never leaving her face. She closed the door behind them and looked at him with amazement. 

"I got them for you…" he handed her the bouquet, scratching his neck. She took them with a soft smile, closing her eyes when she smelled them. 

"Thank you, Capsian." She took his hand and squeezed it gently, looking up at him. "It was… It was you all this time?"

"I… yes, it was me."

"Why didn't you say something earlier?"

"I didn't know-how. I think that I was afraid?"

"You were afraid? Caspian the Seafarer was afraid?" He looked down, and his cheeks became redder when he chuckled softly. He knew that she was joking, trying to relax him a little, and he brought her hand to his lips, kissing it.

"I didn't know if you would like it. If you would reciprocate the feelings that were hiding behind it." He looked up at her and noticed that her cheeks blushed a little. Never tearing her eyes from him, she put the bouquet on the bed. She squeezed his hand and smiled softly at him like she let him know that he can speak freely. He felt her arm slowly sneaking higher his hand, resting on his arm that she started caressing to help his nerves settle down. "Y/N, we knew each other so long, and you always were my greatest supporter. You have such a pure and kind heart. No matter what you are doing, you always find time to lend a helping hand to anyone. One day I looked at you at the market when you bent before these kids from the orphanage, and I just felt that I couldn't let you go. I can't allow some man to come into your life and take you from me because I do love you. I love you from all my heart, and I will do everything to make you happy. Even if you do not feel the same, I will accept it. Just one word and I will never bring this up again..." 

Caspian didn't finish the sentence when Y/N rose on her tiptoes and softly connected their lips. She stepped back a little and looked at him with a shy smile. The shock was written on his face, but it quickly changed into a bright smile. He gently took her face into his hands, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs. 

"Can I… again?" Caspian whispered, looking into her eyes, which made her laugh lovingly. She quickly nodded her head, feeling warmth spreading in her chest at the sight of his smile and crinkled nose. He slightly lowered himself and softly pressed his lips onto hers. This kiss was shy and a little lazy, as it was the first time they felt the other person in this way. Caspian's hands landed on her hips, squeezing them gently. Her fingers made their way through his arms to stop into his dark locks. She squealed into his lips when he lifted her slightly, holding her close to his body and spinning around, making them both laugh. When he put her on the ground, they looked into the eyes of each other, silly smiling.

"Does this mean that you will agree for me to court you?" 

"It will be my dreams come true, Caspian. But I'll agree on one condition..." She gently touched his cheek when he rested his forehead against hers.

"I'll do everything, my love." The heat came into her cheeks at the nickname he used, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Next time, you will try to talk to me much earlier, no matter what it could be."

"I can do it, but I won't stop giving you flowers. Your smile when you find them is too beautiful. Just like the one right now." 

"Kiss me again, please." 

Caspian happily complied with her request, just like his promises to her. They started official courtship the next day, and he made sure to make her happy. He never stopped bringing her flowers, not caring if they just met in the courtyard or walking alone on the beach under the stars. And from this day on, he wasn't afraid of telling her anything. And when the thought of the marriage came into his mind, seeing her talking with kids of all races - humans, minotaurs, fauns and nymphs, he only waited until she came to him. He asked her, whispering the most meaningful question of their lives in the middle of the market. And for her, it was the most perfect way, which she cherished until her last days. 

Author’s note: Thank you for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivate me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

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Every Great King - Chapter One (Prince Caspian x Reader)

Chapter One - Fleeing

*not my gif*

Series Summary: You had grown up with Caspian and naturally you were best friends. Completely inseparable for as long as you both could remember, learning with the professor together, attending (rather boring) balls and banquets and running around the castle grounds in the spring and summer. But then Miraz’s own son is born and Caspian’s life is at risk. From here the series follows the plot of Prince Caspian and then The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.

A\N: This chapter is the beginning of Prince Caspian :) Also, feedback is always greatly appreciated <33

Word Count - 1419

Prologue here

Posted: 12\04\21

The night sky was unusually calm. Silent and clear, stars littering the sky and forming odd shapes which only the centaurs of the old ages could truly decipher. The trees swayed a little in the cold breeze, rabbits and deer wandered about the fields a little way away from the castle in peace, unbothered and quite happy.

Inside the castle, however, was a completely different story. Screams and pants had filled the hallways since the early afternoon as Miraz's wife gave birth to her firstborn. They had waited only too long to be blessed with a child and although you appeared overjoyed for them, you worried what would happen to Caspian if this child was a boy. Miraz didn't seem the type to want to hand over his kingdom to his nephew if his own son was alive and well. In an attempt to sleep earlier in the night you were forced to ignore these worries, convincing yourself that nobody could be that cruel-hearted.

Unbeknownst to you, in your sleeping form, Miraz's child was indeed announced a son. Upon hearing this, Doctor Cornelius had raced to the prince's bed chamber to wake him up with a shake to his shoulder.

"Five more minutes," Caspian mumbled, nuzzling his head into his pillow.

"You won't be watching the stars tonight, my prince." Doctor Cornelius gave another, harsher, shake at Caspian. "Come, we must hurry."

Caspian, now in a state of panic upon hearing his professor's words, was a little more awake and sat up, letting Doctor Cornelius pull him across the room and into his wardrobe.

"Professor, what's going on?" Caspian whispered, his eyebrows furrowing together while he stumbled into his wardrobe.

"Your aunt has given birth...to a son." that simple sentence was all Caspian needed to piece together the jigsaw. Now that Miraz had his own heir, Capsian was simply in the way. He took a shaky breath and some of Miraz's men burst into the room, surrounding the bed he was peacefully sleeping in just moments ago. Without hesitating, they shot their arrows at where he was meant to be, causing Caspian to flinch as he watched through the crack in the wardrobe door.

It didn't take the soldiers long to realise that Caspian wasn't in the room (although he thought it rather stupid they didn't check the wardrobe but equally was thankful) and they left in a hurry, perhaps hoping to catch him escaping.

"Y\N!" he gasped quietly as the professor pushed him out of the wardrobe. "They'll lock her in the dungeons or worse, I can't leave her." Caspian knew he would have to leave now but still pleaded with Doctor Cornelius to go and get you first.

"Quickly. I'll wait for you with your horse."

The two men ran off separate ways - Doctor Cornelius towards a passageway to the stables and Caspian to the hallway that your bedroom was on. Quietly as he could he ran in and started to shake you awake, just as Cornelius had done to him.

"Y\N, wake up, come on!" he said as loudly as he could without anyone outside the room hearing him. You stirred a little before opening your eyes, startled to see Caspian above you. "Quickly, come on."

Caspian tugged your arm to get you out of bed, catching you when you stumbled a little since you were still half asleep.

"What's going on?" you mumbled, worried.

"There isn't time to explain. You trust me, right?" he held onto your forearms , looking right into your eyes.

"Of course." you nodded and followed him quickly out of the room and down a spiral staircase until you got to the stables where you were met with Doctor Cornelius also looking on edge. He helped you both into some armour and Capsian handed you a sword, taking one for himself too. All those secret training sessions you had with him might finally come in useful after all.

"You must make for the woods." The professor told you both sternly whilst Caspian helped you onto the horse so that you were sitting behind him. "They won't follow you there." The both of you nodded, not wanting to waste time with questions. Caspian was handed a package and Doctor Cornelius continued. "It has taken me many years to find it. Do not use it except at your greatest need."

You could only assume it was some sort of relic from the Golden Age that he had taught you about in one of his lessons. It was Caspian's turn to speak now.

"Will we ever see you again?"

"I hope so, my dears." he placed a hand on each of your arms. "There is so much I meant to tell you. Everything you know is about to change." He let go and hit the back of the horse to force you both to leave.

Caspian rode as quickly as the horse could go across the castle grounds and towards the forest, as instructed.

"Is it your uncle?" you could only assume your worries about him wanting Caspian out of the picture were coming true.

"Yes. Doctor Cornelius woke me up about a minute before they shot arrows at my bed. They meant to kill me in my sleep." He spoke a bit louder than you had, fighting against the effect the wind was having as you flew through grass and trees. You didn't quite know what to say in order to comfort him so you gave a squeeze with your arms as they were already wrapped around his middle.

"But..." your brows pressed together in confusion, although Caspian couldn't see. "Why did you come for me?"

Caspian was quiet for a moment, thinking carefully about his response. "I thought they might do something much worse than killing you. I couldn't leave you."

Again, you didn't quite have the words to reply but before you could think of one you realised the Telmarine soldiers were gaining on you as you approached a river. Caspian seemed to have noticed too because he didn't hesitate for one moment and sent the horse straight into the water. You watched as the soldiers also tried to cross but as one of them was washed away, the lot of them halted watching you get away. Caspian had turned to look too.

"CASPIAN!" you shouted, realising you were going to go flying straight into a thick tree branch as he was still looking back. Your realisation was too late as you were both knocked to the ground. Caspian's hand was quick to grab your ankle as he realised his foot was trapped in the stirrup still, not wanting for you to be separated and caught. You wished he hadn't, though, when you were dragged across the dirt - branches kept getting caught in your hair and you were sure both you and your nightdress were covered in cuts. It wasn't too long before Caspian managed to escape the grip of the stirrup and you were both left panting on the ground, adrenaline and pain flowing through your body.

Caspian was first to sit up, helping you to do so as well. "Are you alright?" his voice was barely a whisper but in the silence of the forest you could hear him perfectly.

"Yes. Are you?" he nodded, still taking deep breaths and placing a soft kiss onto your forehead in relief and looking around. You followed, looking for a clearing you could both stay at for a while. Instead, you saw a tree opening and assumed you must have hit your head very hard falling off of the horse when two dwarves walked out of it. You gasped a little and turned to Caspian who was looking at the same spot as you. So either it was really happening or you'd both gone mad. Comforting.

"They have seen us!" one of them shouted, pointing at you. Your eyes grew wide with fear as you realised the Telmarine soldiers were also getting far too close for comfort. The other dwarf drew his sword and started running towards you both while the other starts running towards the soldier.

"Caspian, the package!" you nudged him and he took the prompt, quickly drawing it from his belt and unwrapping it, realising almost immediately that it was High Queen's Susan's horn from the Golden age. He took a deep breath and blew as hard as he could. The horn sounded throughout the forest so loud it made you wince. It didn't last long though, the dwarf hitting you both very hard on the head soon after. You fell back towards the ground, everything going black.

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War, peace and love - Edmund Pevensie x reader

Hey there~ it's been a while and decided I should write something new. So here it is! Thought I should try something new so, angst with a little bit of fluff at the end. Hope you all enjoy!! ❤️✌🏻

"You are such.. AN IDIOT," Edmund pushed my shoulder making me stumble backwards, widening my eyes in shock at what he just did. "DID YOU WANT TO DIE?!"

Pushing him back I scowled at him, "I DON'T SEE WHY YOU'RE SO BOTHERED ABOUT THIS! AS FAR AS I REMEMBER IT, YOU WEREN'T BOTHERED ABOUT ME YESTERDAY?!" taking in a breath I continued, "YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME!!"

He pushed my limits this time. He was the cause of this heated argument, why everything had to go wrong for me.

>>> Flashback <<<

Everything was happening so fast.

Susan nearly falling to death, but thank God for Trumpkin being there. Lucy gone in search of Aslan. Edmund, Peter, Caspian and I, on the battle field alongside the narnians. It was a fight to death and victory against the Telmarines.

I reminded myself to thank Capsian, for always pushing me to work better with the sword. Hours and hours of training brought me some luck here. Apart from the fact that a Telmarine swordsman nearly took my head off. Only for Edmund to swing in just in time. He did that of course, not forgetting to glare at me and mumbling curse words under his breath.

Simply. He hated me, I hated him.

Edmund was completely against me coming on the battlefield. Saying I wouldn't be of any use and that I would run away pathetically. That making Caspian and Peter change their minds, being scared that they would put my life at risk. Then there's me, this was what I was training so hard for. I was not going to give in just like that! Not forgetting that, I wanted to prove Edmund otherwise.. and just to piss the boy off too, I managed to change the high king and prince's minds.

And where did this rivalry begin?

To be honest. I don't even know.

He just decided to pick on me, hate me. And I had enough of being weak. And in no time, I began to give him the cold shoulder too. Susan and Lucy saying it was just "a phase". I didn't care. I had enough of his attitude, looking down at me constantly and having to say something bad about everything I do.

Back to the battle.

Everything was happening so fast. Taking down one Telmarine just for another to, throws themselves at you. My legs were aching, heart beating rapidly, mind racing. Running across the field I blocked a sword swinging at Peter.

Peter signalling me to duck he blocked a swordsman, this time behind me.

Turning back to face me, he grinned, "thank you for that." The smile of his fading away just as more Telmarines headed towards us.

Nodding my head at him we continued fighting side by side. Suddenly I bumped into someone. The force pushing me off my feet. Stumbling backwards, I met the hard ground.

I whinced in pain and let out a yelp right after, feeling a much larger force on my body. Opening my eyes my heart began to speed at an inhuman pace.

Edmund.

Out of all the people it had to be him.

Eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, he let out a groan. I widened my eyes in instant panic the second his eyes shot open, connecting his gaze with mine. If my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, I saw a hint of red tint his cheeks. But before I had time to process the situation I could hear my name being called out.

"ED! N/N! WATCH OUT!" Capsian shouted, running towards us.

Looking behind Edmund's figure a Telmarine stood holding his sword mid air, prepared to get Edmund. Immediately, I pushed Edmund off me. Picking up my sword I blocked him just in time.

A piercing pain in my side, and I get kicked back down. Letting out a shriek in pain I held the place I got stabbed. Backing up, and facing the Telmarine behind me, I tried to retrieve my discarded sword.

It was out of my reach and everything was just getting way too blurry.

"Y/N!" I could make out Edmund's figure fighting off the swordsman in front of me.

I could hear voices calling out my name, but couldn't seem to focus. But no, I couldn't give up just like this. I had to get up. Using all the energy left in my body, I grabbed my sword and continued fighting. The rest of it all going in blur, maybe it was just the pain, or for the fact that Caspian and Peter kept trying to cover for me.

But when the Telmarines began to flee and Lucy had come along with Aslan just in time to block them, exhaustion and pain decided to take over.

And the last thing I heard was someone calling my name and my vision went black.

>>> end of flashback <<<

Lucy had rushed in to the scene, acting fast with her healing cordial. The others relieved that I was fine, but all except for one. And that was Edmund.

That leaves us here. In this heated argument.

"YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME!"

He let out an annoyed sigh, "YOU TRIED TO SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE FOR ME! AND WHAT WAS I DOING? I HAD TO SIT THEIR LIKE A COWARD!!"

Letting out a fake laugh, I rolled my eyes at him. I can't believe him, he's still so full of himself.

"That's all you care about huh? Yourself. I'm beginning to see why I hate you so much!"

At this, his eyes were filled with anger. The expression on his face, nothing but bewildered. Making his way upto me he grabbed my shoulder.

"What. did. you. say?" he said through gritted teeth boring his eyes into the side of my head.

Glaring back at him I pushed his hand off my shoulder. "You care only about yourself," I repeated in the same tone as his. Letting out a laugh of frustration he ruffled his hair.

"Really Y/N? Is that how you think of me?"

Not missing the sudden softness in his voice I raised my eyebrows in confusion. Boy does he have moodswings.

"Hmm? You think I'm selfish? That-that I care only about.. myself?" he held his index finger at his chest.

The change in his nature confused me to the fullest. Never had he ever been like this in front of me. Why is he like this all of a sudden? Maybe he's just trying to trick me and make me accept that he was right. But I couldn't grasp why is the softness in his voice breaking me?

"Y/N?" his voice was becoming a little stern. I tried to avoid his gaze. Something in me couldn't bare to look into his eyes. Placing a hand on my cheek gently, he turned me to face him.

My face began to heat up instantly, due to the close proximity and for the instant skinship.

There came the guilt. The look on his face breaking me. He looked so sad. He was hurt. And I was the reason behind it. A part of me wished I could take back the words I said. The other part of me, questioning why I'm being affected by this when he's treated me like this the entire time.

"Edmund I-"

"You think I don't care??! Well for your information, I care about my siblings, the Narnians, Caspian! Why do you think I even fought in this war, in the first place?! It's because I care! I could just leave, say I want to go home! But no! I care! I care about my parents! I care.. I care about you..." his voice cracked.

He wasn't making this any easier for me.

I was taken back by the switch in his moods, the sudden "I care about you" and I just didn't know what to say.

Not wasting a second Edmund turned around leaving the room. All I could do was watch him leave. I wanted to stop him, but I was afraid I would say something stupid and make things even worse. Sitting down I ran a hand through my hair.

"Well, that was new.."

Switching my gaze from the floor I saw Peter walking in slowly. I sighed looking away.

"You should talk to him.."

"I-I don't know Pete.."

"What do you mean you don't know?" he sat down next to me. I could feel his eyes lingering on my face.

"I don't know how to face him. I-I don't get why he's like this... and funny part is.. I-I think I hurt him," tears began to blur my vision the second I said those words. Peter wrapped an arm around my shoulder, rubbing my arm up and down gently.

"He does care you know.."

I rubbed my eyes furiously turning around to face him, "then why was he always picking on me? It didn't seem like he cared then?"

Peter let out a low breath, "Ed doesn't really tell people how he feels.. not even with us, he refuses to show his emotions. Most of the time he's cold as ice on the outside.. aaand," he dragged. "Is pretty stubborn.. I guess you could say that's how he protects himself.."

"Protects himself?" I tiled my head in confusion.

"From the world. From getting hurt. He pushes people away thinking they would hurt him. And he's always thought less about himself.."

"I would never.." I mumbled under my breath. But Peter heard it loud and clear, nodding his head "I know.."

"But he does care about you.. so much," Peter looked at me, his gaze soft. Nodding my head I let out a sigh.

"Thank you Pete."

He gave me a soft reassuring smile and gestured me to go after Edmund.

I knew what I had to do now. Running out of the room I set a pace through the Palace. Stopping here and there in order to find out if anyone had seen Edmund.

Maybe things were complicating between Edmund and I. I had to cover the hurt I felt, the feelings I had all this time but now... now I needed to clear everything, make things right between us.

Finding myself in the hall I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, eyes darting everywhere. Where had this boy gone off to?

Turning around I saw a familiar figure standing at the balcony. It didn't take me more than a second to recognise that it was him.

Lifting up my gown I ran upto him. His back was facing me, so I cleared my throat to grab his attention. Spinning around almost immediately, my eyes connected with his warm brown ones.

And without a word he turned around once again.

"Ed.."

No response.

"Ed," I walked closer to him only for him to step away from me.

"Ed please.. look at me."

He was clearly ignoring me.

"Well I hope you'll listen to what I'm about to say.." I took in a long breath, "look, I'm sorr-"

He turned around instantly cutting me off, "oh so now you're sorry?"

Trying my best not to roll my eyes at his antics I looked down at my hands. "I-I didn't know.."

"Didn't know what? Oh wait I get it! Now you think I'm pathetic huh?"

I looked back at him with disbelief. Was he really doing this? Again? He wants to stir up another argument. Unbelievable. But, I didn't have it in me to get mad at him. I wanted to sort this out, so I shook my head in an attempt to not let his words get to me.

"I didn't say that."

"Hmm.. then what are you trying to say Y/N? Tell me."

Trying my best to avoid his gaze I gulped.

"I don't need your apologies."

"Look I didn't mean what I said back there. I was just mad and stressed with the whole situation.."

He scoffed looking away.

"I just... I don't understand why you hate me so much. What did I do? Where-where did things go wrong?"

This time he looked at me raising his eyebrows. But he said nothing. He just stood there, gaze fixed on the floor with an unreadable expression.

"Ed.." his gaze still fixed on the ground.

I took a step closer to him, but he didn't budge. Just stood there. The silence was just unbearable.

Not sure what to do or say, I stood there watching him. The air surrounding us, a mixture of tension and awkwardness.

Observing his face, I realised how different he was. How tall he had gotten. How the freckles sprayed at the bridge of his nose. How soft his hair looked, my fingers tingling with an urge to brush my hands through it. How his lips were a peachy pink, almost like he had tinted it with gloss.

I hadn't noticed how much he had changed over the years. My face began to heat up for the second time that day, and I averted my gaze.

Glancing at him once again it was like a flame lit inside me. And the next second I did something that I never dreamt of doing.

My body decided to act on it's own. Mindlessly I stepped closer to him, standing on my toes I placed my hand on his face.

"Y/N?" confusion laced in his voice but I was too caught up in the moment to really respond to him.

My gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and there you have it. I brushed my lips on his momentarily.

His body tensed in my grip, eyes wide open and pupils expanding to the fullest.

Pulling away from him I let out a shaky breath. But when I looked at Edmund and the look on his face, I widened my eyes in realisation. What have I done?! What was I thinking? How could I be such a fool?! All I could think about is how the boy in front of me could be hating me even more now. I just wanted to make things right between us, but I let my feelings take the upper hand. And now.. I expected the worse.

I turned away from him placing my hand on my lips unconsciously. Even though it was just for a second, I missed the feeling of his lips already.

Next thing I know, Edmund grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him. I was afraid of what he was going to say, what he was going to do, to meet his gaze. But instead without a word, he pulled me into a hug. Arms wrapped around my waist he pulled me closer sighing.

Something about this made me feel so comfortable in his arms. I wanted to scream. My heart thumping against my chest, I slowly hugged him back.

"I'm sorry.." he sighed.

"I'm sorry for being an idiot. For being a coward."

"You're not a coward," I mumbled.

"But I am.. I'm sorry for being so hard on you all these years. But can I just ask you something? To clarify. So that what I'm going to say next won't leave me having to run away in embarrassment?"

I hummed in response.

"D-do you like me?"

My body stiffened. Wait. Is this heading to where I think it's heading?

"I-I.."

"Because I do."

My eyes widened at this. Pulling away from his embrace I looked at him in shock. Is he being serious? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was so unbelievable, to the point that I had to pinch myself just to make sure I was not dreaming.

"You.. you what?"

"I know it's hard to believe. But I do."

"But.. you.. you"

Rubbing the nape of his neck he smiled nervously. Clearing his throat he closed his eyes.

"I didn't like it.. I didn't like you getting involved in all of this.. I didn't want you coming to narnia either, because I didn't want to risk your life. You've always tried to save me. Even when we were kids. And I could never do the same, that leading me to thinking you might consider me a coward. The others were fine with you coming along, even if I said no and I just wanted to stop you. Stop you from coming with us to battle and hurting yourself. And I let that happen."

I looked at him.

He opened his eyes gaze locking with mine he released a shaky breath, "I pushed you away, in order for you to actually give in and stay on the safe side. But that.. that made me nearly lose you.." he took a breath, "and I was scared.. so scared, that you wouldn't feel the same. Specially when you began to avoid me. It was fair of course, after what I put you through. I was afraid I'd end up getting hurt, so I wanted to brush off all feelings and instead treated you badly again."

He took my hands in his, "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I'm sorry. It was fair that you treated me that way.. but I just want you to know, that.. that.." he struggled. "ASLAN! I LIKE YOU!" he shouted. "I like you.. so so much."

I couldn't help but giggle and look in awe. I was at a loss of words. Not getting a reply from me, he sighed pulling away only for me to hold him back.

"Ed.. of course I forgive you. And I'm sorry for everything I said too. I understand how you feel.."

He smiled at me softly but that was soon replaced by a mixture of emotions, hard to explain. That's when it struck me. All this care. All this blushing and constant glances. The instant comfort I felt being in his arms. It wasn't just me being hurt over him hating on me all these years. I wanted things to be okay between us, I wanted to get closer to him. This side of him, I had never seen it before, but now it explains. What I was craving to see from him. I liked him too.

"I-I.. Ed?"

He hummed in response, eyes exploring my face.

"I like you too.." At once a smile wiped across his face. He came closer to me with our hands still intertwined together.

"Sorry I didn't get that. Could you please repeat it?" he brought his ear closer and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

Pushing him away and hiding my face in my hands I squealed.

Laughing he took my hands back in his and pulled me towards him. "You like me too?"

I nodded my head shyly. He chuckled moving in closer and brushing his lips against mine. Pulling away just for a second he whispered, "you would not believe how happy I am.." he leaned back in, connecting our lips together.

Wrapping my arms around his torso he cupped my face. Tilting his head Edmund smiled into the kiss. Pulling away once again he leaned his forehead against mine not before pecking my nose. I giggled.

"FINALLY!" Apparently, we had an audience. An audience of one though. "Shouldn't I be getting a little credit here?" Peter smirked. Edmund rolled his eyes. Looking at eachother we broke into a fit of giggles.

Third person's pov

And there they stood; in eachother's embrace, eyes filled with adoration and a love blossoming within them. The war replaced now with that of peace and love.

Well this turned out rather long than expected 😂 I really found this fun to write and I hope you all enjoy reading it!

Love you all, stay safe and happy holidays! ❤️

[cilliansgirl]

his lioness pt. 1 ✹ peter pevensie x reader

Pairing: Aslan x female!reader (platonic), Peter Pevensie x female!reader

Characters: Aslan, Lucy Pevensive, Susan Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian, & characters of my own. 

Warnings: mention of weapons and war, sexual tension, like one cuss word

Era: Caspian (just believe that they stayed after)

Summary: Princess Y/N of Archenland assumed the throne overnight, as her parents and older brother were mysteriously killed in a shipwreck off the Eastern Sea. She knows that the death of her parents and brother was not a coincidence, yet the traumatic event begins her prophecy. The prophecy of Aslan’s lioness, the noblest warrior of Narnia. To obey the prophecy, she leaves Archenland to her two younger brothers, who are barely old enough to rule the kingdom logically. All tension with the High King aside, she will become High Queen Y/N, Aslan’s Lioness. Six years after leaving Archenland and becoming High King Peter’s wife, there are threats stirring in foreign lands. There is a war approaching all of Narnia, and Aslan has trained her from birth for this moment. There is a war coming, and she is going to be the one to stop it, with help of course.

Status: Unedited, Posted on Sat. December 26, 2020 (10:25 pm)

She walked out of the hidden castle towards her mother’s extraordinary flower garden. That’s where she always went to get fresh air. Her white and gold dress ruffled gently in the cold wind as she pulled her red dress robe closer to her body. The cold air nipped at her nose, causing her to look flushed. Rarely did it snow in her part of Narnia, but when it did, she relished in the feeling of the chilled air. She approached the stone bench and tucked her dress in before sitting herself appropriately on the bench. 

“You shouldn’t be out here, you know?” She ridiculed.

“You’re out here,” the little voice squeaked out.

“I’m getting some fresh air, I couldn’t sleep,” she responded.

The head of a young blonde boy, roughly 10 years old, poked around the tree. He reluctantly walked towards her in his bundled up form. 

“Perhaps I could keep you company?” he asked her pleadingly.

“I think it would be better if you headed up to bed, Finn.” 

He nodded and stood up, kissing his sister on the cheek before heading off for the night. After a few more moments, a chill ran down her spine as a white wolf peaked its head out of the edge of the forest. The wolf and she sat in comfortable silence as if they could read one’s mind. She knew what it meant. She knew that it was a sign; a sign that tomorrow was going to be a greater day and she had to fulfill her prophecy. 

After the wolf had broken eye contact and sulked back into the forest, she brushed off her dress with her cold, delicate hands, heading back into the castle. 

She woke up early morning before the sunrise and packed all of her valuable belongings in a drawstring leather bag. She dressed in her training clothing: blue trousers, a white blouse, and a waist belt with a black riding coat over it all. With the leather bag thrown over her shoulder, she quietly made her way to the armory, careful not to wake anyone in the echoing walls of the castle. Opening her designated cupboard in the corner of the armory, she quickly fastened the hilt of her sword to her belt. She was courteous with making sure her daggers were also fit snugly in her boots. Looking back up, her eyes caught sight of the bow and arrows once belonging to her mother. Giving in, she hastily grabbed the bow and arrows, throwing the quiver over her shoulders, as a firm grip remained on the bow. She gently closed the cupboard, making her way to the adjacent stables.

Without starling any of the other horses, her petite but bold figure made her way over to her horse. They looked relevantly similar if one pondered on the topic. A fine horse he was, a strong one. She was the same: strong and determined to always do the right thing. She named him Borin, from where she had found him astray. She discovered him in the forest when she was a little girl; he was attempting his best to hide behind a pine tree. Hints the name, ‘bor’ the Slovenian word for “pine tree.” 

“Borin,” she whispered, delicately stroking his mane, “it is time to go.”

As if the stallion had known his duty, he leaned his head into her touch before she saddled on. Immediately, they rode out of the stables and into the courtyard of the kingdom. The kingdom was quiet but the sun was starting to rise, meaning she had little time. Before she reached the entrance gate to the kingdom, she pulled Borin’s reins causing him to halt. She turned her head to look at the castle she called home. She sighed, knowing that she’s leaving her two younger brothers to become the kings without a queen. With one last goodbye, she whispered, “Farewell, Archenland.” Whipping the reigns, Borin set off towards the Dancing Lawn, where he would be waiting for her. After resting at about midday, she and Borin had gotten past the Bulgy Bears, which meant that the Dancing Lawn should be only one or two more terms. 

Finally, she had arrived. There was a small pond that was on the far edge of the field, so she allowed Borin to trot over there before she had dismantled. After she had dismantled, she unhooked a satchel from the stallion’s saddle, opening it and spilling out the contents, which happened to be food for Borin. 

“Eat up while we wait for him,” she said, petting his crest before she made her own way to sit next to the large horse. Not long after waiting a large shadow cast over her sitting form. Eventually, the heavy steps ceased as the large figure relaxed next to her.

“Hello, Princess Y/N, or should I say, High Queen,” the gruff but soothing voice spoke.

“I cannot be considered a High Queen if I was never crowned,” Y/N responded back.

“And for that, my dear, I apologize, but there are much bigger things to worry about.”

Y/N huffed, “Like my prophecy?”

The golden lion’s head turned towards her, immediately noticing the confliction upon her features blankly staring at her surroundings.

“You’re not happy,” he stated, a matter of factly.

“No, I’m not happy Aslan! My parents, the King and Queen of Archenland, and my brother are dead from a shipwreck, kickstarting my stupid prophecy. I had to leave my two younger brothers alone with the kingdom staff last night and I will probably not see them for however many years! Who knows? Then, I have to marry Peter, for Aslan’s sake!” 

He chuckled, “I would appreciate you not using my name in vain while I am in your presence. I thought you were happy about marrying Peter?”

She sniffled, “Sorry. I am. Aslan, I am thrilled to marry Peter because he is the man I love; it just sounds impossible. How am I, a princess from a foreign land, your lioness? How am I supposed to be the noblest Narnian warrior and wife of the High King if I haven’t even become ruler of Archenland?”

“Nothing is impossible, dear one. In this world or in another.”

“So what’s the next step in all of this?”

“I would like you to come with me to Cair Paravel. That way we can start the arrangements for the wedding. ” 

She nodded, but with hesitation, “What happens when Archenland finds out that I went to Cair Paravel to marry Peter?”

“You will be fine. There will not be a war. Archenland diplomats will see it as a permanent alliance. I promise.”

She signed heavily, bringing herself to lay on Aslan’s back. 

 “Will you be there with me?”

“I will be there to guide you and visit you all in good time. As for now, I am very busy teaching the others how to run a kingdom,” he spoke calmly.

Y/N smiled at the thought, “How’s Lucy?”

Aslan responded, “She is doing very well; growing into a very fine queen, indeed. She reminds me of a young you.”

Y/N pondered, “In what way?” 

Aslan chuckled, “Well, she is very adventurous. Lucy has the urge to explore everything, much as you did. Her aspect of curiosity, moral stability, and social relations makes her one of the most courageous women in Cair Paravel. If she were any braver, she would be a lioness.”

Both she and Aslan laughed whole-heartedly. After all had settled down, she had fallen asleep on Aslan and Borin was asleep as well. 

“Rest well, little lion. There is a war coming and you’re going to stop it,” he whispered as his own head rested snugly against hers, making her instinctively move close to Aslan, seeking warmth. 

As the sun rose and the kingdom of Cair Paravel busied, Peter was patiently waiting for Y/N’s arrival.

“Peter,” Susan pestered, placing her book down on the library table.

 The room fell silent, the bustling of the rest of the castle could be faintly heard outside of the grand wooden doors. Before Susan could speak, there was a rapid set of heavy footsteps approaching the door before it swung open, revealing an out-of-breath Caspian. “She’s here,” he breathed out before Peter could rush past him, Susan following close behind. 

Y/N rode into the kingdom, her head held high. Orieus was on her right and an unnamed Minotaur on her left, guiding her into the castle’s courtyard, so that she could be greeted properly by the king and so Borin could be taken care of properly. Once reaching the middle of the courtyard, Caspian greeted her with an outstretched hand, to which she accepted with a smile. He helped her dismantle Borin as one of the stable boys insisted on leading Borin to his own stable. Another knight, clearly one of high authority asked if he could take the weaponry out of the way, to which she responded that they are very special to her and should be handled with the utmost care.

 After everyone somewhat settled down she turned back to Caspian and practically jumped in his arms, engulfing him in a hug. He accepted, wrapping his own arms around her waist but being courteous because he knew Peter was carefully watching the scene play out.

 “Oh Aslan, I missed you all so much,” Y/N sighed.“Come,” Capsian spoke as they pulled away, “The others are waiting for you inside.”

Y/N was guided inside the castle, Caspian leading her to the Great Hall, where everyone was waiting. Once the extraordinary engraved doors opened, Y/N was bombarded suddenly with a big hug from a small girl. “Hello, Lucy,” she smiled, tightening the hug.

After Lucy unwrapped her arms from around Y/N’s neck, Y/N was finally able to observe her surroundings. Edmund and Susan stood behind Lucy, small smiles on their faces. Peter was farther back in the room, but nonetheless beaming at Y/N. There were a few royal guards and few maidens scattered throughout the room. After Lucy had moved out the way, Y/N tightly hugged Susan and Edmund, greeting and making small talk with each one. 

Once Susan was finished talking about the books Y/N has suggested to her, Y/N made her way over to Peter. Susan ushered Lucy, Edmund, and Caspian out of the Great Hall as well as the guards and maidens. 

“Hello, my King,” Y/N curtsied.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Please, it is just us. No need for formalities.”

Once Y/N stood back up, Peter pulled a large ring out of his pocket, “I suppose this is for you.” 

“Aren’t you going to make it seem like you want to marry me?” Y/N jokingly back. 

Peter chuckled, looking down at the ring for a moment before meeting her ethereal features, “I mean, I had tried to formally propose but then you screamed at me because I was doing it before the fight with Miraz.”

She stepped forward, taking his hands in hers, slipping the ring on the ring finger of her left hand, “Yes, well. Your mind should have been completely focused on not dying in the fight, not me becoming your wife.”

Before Peter could say anything, Edmund had cracked open the double doors of the Hall, “I really do hate to intrude but the entirety of the kingdom is waiting for you both to make the formal declaration.” 

“Yes, I had almost forgotten,” Peter smiled, gently wrapping his left arm around Y/N’s waist as they both proceeded to walk out of the Great Hall towards the balcony that displayed over all the kingdom. 

As Peter and Y/N made their appearance, the crowd erupted in excitement. Y/N took this time to observe her surroundings. Peter and she stood dead center, Susan and Lucy standing off to the right behind the pair, yet Caspian and Edmund standing to the left. She took the time to watch the faces of those in the crowd, for she was always yearned to be intimate with the commoners of her kingdom. There were middle-aged commoners, kids, too; scattered in the crowds were skippers, royal guards, and creatures of the Great Forest. It brought joy to Y/N’s heart to see that all of them gathered just for the announcement of Peter and her’s wedding.

The kingdom’s trumpets sounded, signaling the crowd to cease their cheering. After the crowd had settled, the colonel of the royal guards stepped forward. 

He spoke loudly, “May I present, High King Peter the Magnificent and his wife, High Queen Y/N the Lioness.”

As soon as the declaration finished, the cheering roared louder than it did before. The cheering brought smiles to everyone’s faces. Peter tightened his hold on Y/N’s waist, causing her attention to focus on him. As soon as she looked up at him, he captured her lips in a delicate but passionate kiss, causing the crowd to ignite in happiness. Y/N gladly excepted, kissing him back before pulling away. Peter and she both waved to the crowd before heading back inside the castle. 

Once back inside, there was a maiden waiting for the King and Queen. Peter’s hand left Y/N’s waist as he allowed his hand to linger on the woman’s waist. He smiled, gesturing towards the maiden.

“My Queen,” he started, “this is your maiden, Emma. She will help you with anything that you will need. I have to go to some meetings, but I will be back by the time you are preparing for bed. Emma said she would be happy to show you the in’s and out’s of the castle while I am away.” 

Y/N nodded at Peter, smiling at the maiden as she returned the gesture. Before leaving the corridor, Peter leaned down to give a quick farewell peck on Y/N’s lips. 

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” he questioned as Y/N nodded in response.

The blonde-haired boy turned to Emma, “Thank you again for showing her around while I am gone.”

She curtsied, “Of course, your highness, I wish you the best of luck on your political duties.”

And with that, he was gone out the door, leaving Emma with Y/N. As the night went along, Emma and Y/N became quite the pair. As a matter of fact, they were the best of friends. 

Later that night, after Emma had helped Y/N prepare to bathe, Y/N had sent Emma back to her quarters for the night. When Peter had come through the large engraved door, Y/N was in her night slip, brushing her hair in her mirror. 

“Hello, darling,” he gently stated.

“Hey, Pete.”

He strode over to give her a kiss on the crown of her head, his hands rubbing gently atop her shoulders. 

“How did the meeting go?”

Peter breathed in deeply, “Oh, you know, Edmund is a lot more persuasive than I could have wondered.”

“Please Peter, I figured that out a long time ago,” Y/N scolded.

Peter shrugged, “I guess I never thought about it. Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to freshen up before bed.”

“Mhmm, sounds good,” Y/N replied.

The two were in their shared bed. Y/N sinking into Peter’s strong embrace. Y/N had cracked open the balcony doors so that the cool air could circulate throughout the room. She hadn’t been able to close her eyes without drowning her mind with doubtful thoughts. She rolled over so that she was now facing Peter. She looked up and saw him peacefully sleeping, but she wouldn’t go to sleep without his lulling. 

“Peter,” she whispered, placing one of her hands on the upper chest. 

“Hmm?” he responded tiredly.

“I’m scared of this.”

He peeked through one of his eyes to look down at her mesmerizing features, “You are one of the strongest women I know. You are willing to do anything for the good of others. And I know how hard it was to be pulled from Archenland, but I am completely faithful that you are going to fit in perfectly in the Narnian kingdom and treat the kingdom and the people in it as your own. As far as I know, we are doing every step together. Every step of the way, no matter how long it takes.”

Y/N sighed, wrapping her arms around Peter’s torso, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Princess,” Peter groggily spoke, kissing her forehead sloppily. 

After a few more moments, Peter easily resumed sleep as Y/N fell asleep with the comfort of Peter’s words flowing through her mind.

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Slide 'Neath the Waves

King Caspian x mermaid!reader

Summary: On the Dawn Treader, you lure Caspian into the sea

Warnings: none

A.N. She/her pronouns and reader has breasts. Can you tell how much I love mermaid!reader yet????

The Dawn Treader was slicing through the water, and the setting sun was illuminating the wounds. Caspian had been watching the waves crash and collide from the window in his room. The sight always calmed him when his duties became overwhelming. He found peace in feeling the ship rock from side to side. What he did not expect was to see a woman among those waves. Seeming to be one with the current around her.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He rushed up on deck, taking a lantern with him. Upon reaching the main rail, he looked out over the water for any sign of the beautiful woman he had just set sights on. After no luck, he turned to leave. Caspian then heard the most alluring voice begin to vocalize over the water.

It sucked the air out of his chest. Without a second thought, he found himself heading straight in the direction of the voice. And there he saw her. There he saw you.

The dying sun had long laid to rest. And in its place, the fair moon rose, illuminating your skin. You looked out of a dream to the captain. Many stories he had heard from crewmates and others about the folk that could live beneath the waves. And the power they can have on those above. But now, all those stories were nothing but fiction. How could something, someone, that is so beautiful be such a danger?

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You approached the boat. You kept your scales hidden for the time being. Some pieces of wood along the side of the ship stuck out, giving you just enough to grip and pull yourself upward. You didn't go too far, just enough to show some scales that peppered your waist. You kept your eyesight on him, wanting to keep the handsome man locked on you.

You raised a hand upwards to him. In hopes that you built up a need in him to see more of you. Having seen your sister lure men, you know what attracts them best. You arched your back smoothly, making sure your breasts were highlighted by the moonlight streaming in.

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Caspian's eyes widened. Never had he ever seen a more beautiful woman, especially one so exposed. He did not stare, remembering some manners. However, his gaze instead lingered on her compelling eyes. His hand reached to meet the maiden, but he could not close the gap between them.

Growing frustrated by the delay of your skin on his, he looked for something to pull you closer to him. A rope lay at his feet, and he grabbed it. He threw it over the edge, and it landed right next to you.

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You blinked at him. Then, he grabbed the rope and allowed him to pull you up. When the edge was in reach, you grabbed on and propelled yourself up. You sat on the rail and looked at him. He didn't speak a word. You took a chance and reached toward him.

He really was very beautiful. You had a choice to make. Feast upon him, or simply take him with you? You were leaning on plainly taking him, but sparing his life. You gently took a strand of hair that had fallen in his face and placed it behind his ear.

"Are you my jolly sailor bold?" You asked.

~

Your voice was pure silk to the captain. He held your hand in place, on his face. Not wanting you to be far from him at all. Caspian knew it was rude to not verbally respond to your question. But he could not even muster the word 'yes'.

He only furrowed his eyebrows in defeat and nodded yes.

~

Your hand that remained on his face brought him close. You had made your decision, and you would spare the life of this man. So you brought him upon your lips, in a kiss that would bless him to breathe below the waves.

He melted on you, as to be expected. And when you pulled back, he looked as though you were his only priority. Like you were his only reason for living.

~

Caspian found himself, climbing onto the railing with the fair creature. Her kiss flooded his senses completely. All duties and responsibilities died on land, for he was now part of the sea.

Together, they slid from the Dawn Treader and into the endless oblivion of the ocean for eternity.

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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (2/?)

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

Warning: mild mentions of violence 

Word Count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think we did..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Peter finally breaks his silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Here Y/N!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter snickers, collecting items to change into. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You charm me,” I blush. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (1/?)

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

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I sure feel like it,” he grumbles.

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

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

“Must you always be fighting?” Susan nags.

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

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

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

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

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

“Quiet Lu,” Susan grumbles.

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

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

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

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

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

"It feels like magic!" Lucy expresses enthusiastically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re back!” Ed gleams.

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

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

“Narnia!” Peter laughs, visibly overjoyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

I laugh, "paybacks!"

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

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

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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (5/?)

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

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

Word Count: 3k

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

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

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

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

"Y/N where-"

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

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

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

"Where have you been?” He questions.

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

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

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

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

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

“How thoughtful,” he grumbles instead.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ha! You don’t say!” I snicker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I snap, “Peter! You can’t honestly-”

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

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

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

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

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

“But I have to,” his voice cracks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You could get killed!" He warns.

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

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

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

"You're not coming, final word!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stubborn woman!" Peter fires one last blow.

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

"Go away Lucy," I announce.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N!" Lu ridicules.

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

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

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

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

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

"That's them," she gasps.

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

"Peter!" I call, running toward him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Peter, I mutter his name warningly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Peter!" I call to which he ignores.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop it!" Edmund shouts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods slowly.

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

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

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

"Who said it?" He wonders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am too," I whisper.

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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (3/?)

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

Warning: violence 

Word Count: 2.2k 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s Aslan!” Lucy explains.

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

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

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

“We’re not crazy,” Lucy defends.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Lu?” I whisper.

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

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

“Anything,” she giggles lightly.

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

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

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

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

“Both,” I answer her quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I’m sure...”

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

“Surely he must....”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter, no! Don’t hurt it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I believe you called,” Peter remarks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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New Peter Pevensie Series To Come!

Synopsis: Princess Y/N is the sister of Prince Caspian and is very close with their aunt and uncle. When they have their first child, she believes it to be a celebration, not knowing the dark secrets her uncle carries. After Caspian joins the Narnians to fight the Telemarines, Y/N is left with a difficult choice, her people and family or her brother? Her decision may be influenced by the Old High King as well... 

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Narnia Series?

Quick question: should I start writing for Narnia? 

I absolutely LOVE Ben Barnes (bc I mean who wouldn’t?) and the whole Narnia series in general, so there would be a lot to work with! I kinda already have ideas going for a Prince Caspian x reader series if we’re interested! 

Please let me know! 

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UPDATE: the first part is out now! Thank you for the feedback! It can be found on the masterlist! 

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hellooo. could you write something with edmund and caspian wearing crop tops...i Need it

Edmund and Caspian Wearing Crop Tops 

Warnings: None

Time/Era: Modern AU

Word Count: 600

Summary: Headcanon about what Edmund and Caspian wearing crop tops would be like.

Request:  hellooo. could you write something with edmund and caspian wearing crop tops...i Need it

A/N: Idk what this is exactly but enjoy lol! Thanks for the request :)

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Edmund 

It started with his football jersey being too small

Edmund had just gotten back to school after a long summer of working out and lifting weights

Let’s just say the jersey ran small, and his shoulders had almost doubled in size

The stark red material came to right above his belly button, making the lower parts of his abs and his v line show above his shorts

Edmund looked in the mirror of the locker room, utterly embarrassed. 

He comes out of the locker room to meet the team, all of which had jerseys who fit, with pink stained cheeks. 

That’s until he noticed the girl’s track and field team was practicing on the track that surrounded the soccer field. 

All of them gaped at Ed and his newly displayed muscles. 

“Lookin’ good, Pevensie,” one of them giggles as she ran by. 

Edmund wasn’t unfamiliar with attention from others, as he was a very attractive young man, but to have so many people openly express attraction to him felt odd. 

Edmund approached his team and they all eyed him confused. 

“What happened?” The coach asked. 

“Doesn’t fit,” Edmund responded flatly with a shrug. 

The coach sighed, looking down at his clipboard. 

Unfortunately, the junior varsity and varsity jerseys are different, and this was Edmund’s first year playing for varsity. That meant the only jersey with the name Pevensie written on the back fit like a crop top. 

“Well, I won’t be able to order a new jersey until the 24th,” Coach sighed. “And our first came is on the 18th. I’m sorry, Pevensie.” 

However, as he wore his jersey more, Edmund started to like it. 

The sudden fashion change really helped his confidence and, though he wouldn’t admit it, the cropped length was very comfy. 

The girl in his math class seemed to like it, which was also a plus. 

He started cropping more of his shirts. 

His favorite was a Jaws shirt he’s had forever. 

It was perfectly worn in and soft, and the length he cropped it to was perfect. 

When he got his new jersey, he was a tad sad

But you bet he wore it to school still ;)

Caspian

Caspian has the PERFECT body for a crop top, let’s be honest. 

So, it was just a given that he would wear them. 

He especially liked them because it perfectly displayed the tattoo on his ribs, two crossed swords. 

It started because he wanted to distance himself from his family. 

They were always very strict with what he could wear, so once he found out damning news about his Uncle and Father, he wanted to separate himself as much as possible. 

And the quickest way to achieve that was to change his clothing

His first crop top was an old Adidas shirt he didn’t wear anymore. It was black and white, so the muted colors seemed to be the least out of his comfort zone. 

The girls went crazy, as you’d expect. 

Once Caspian got comfortable with the black, he moved on to brighter colors.

His favorite was a forest green tank top. 

It showed off not only his V line and abs, but his entire arm. 

Caspians biceps flexed with every move and the shirt did absolutely nothing to hide it. 

Much like Edmund, this boosted his confidence a LOT. 

He had lost a lot of it due to his family struggles, so any ego boost he could get was always welcomed. 

Long story short, both boys are hot as fuck and crop tops are a blessing. 

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Could you write a Prince Caspian imagine(during the dawn treader) where you go into the map room area and start making out, but just when it starts to get heated someone walks in?

Posted! You can read it here. Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think :)