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something-tofightfor · 5 years ago

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His Favorite Place (Drabble #11)

Pairing: King Caspian x Reader

Word Count: 1830

Rating: PG-13?

Author’s Note: This is the first time I’ve ever written for Caspian, and it’s very different than anything I’ve written before... so if it’s off, I apologize. @its-my-little-dumpster-fire - enjoy!

Caspian was many things: brave, strong, smart, quick to take action when the situation called for it. He was well liked by his people, revered for his capabilities when it came to talking to other leaders, befriending other lords and ladies. Caspian’s experience had come from only a few short years worth of time, after being thrust into a life that he wasn’t prepared for - fighting for the crown and the throne and control of Narnia with barely any time to think. He was grateful for the relative peace that had come to the land, because it gave him time to grow and learn more, to rely on his advisers and the rest of his Court.

Caspian was many things, but one of the things that he was not was willing to compromise on his own feelings. Since taking the throne back from his uncle, Caspian had been dealing with the rumors of his relationships, of the need for him to choose a bride and settle down, to produce heirs for Narnia in the case of his untimely demise. Mostly, the people of Narnia wanted to celebrate - first a wedding and then the birth of a child - but in Caspian’s mind, there was plenty of time for both. He enjoyed being out on the sea on the Dawn Treader, enjoyed spending time riding through the countryside, enjoyed being by himself, and from what he knew of marriage and children, these things would need to stop if (when) this came to be.

“I haven’t slept a full night in months,” Odril, one of his closest advisers whined to Caspian after a council meeting. “And it’s not because my wife is taking care of me, it’s because our son hasn’t stopped crying.” With a grimace, Caspian had shaken his head, thanking his lucky stars that he wasn’t in the same situation. Another friend, Mesnan, had complained to Caspian about his wife’s changes in behavior after their wedding.

“Caspian,” he groaned, putting his face in his hands. “You wouldn’t believe the things I have to put up with now that she’s living in my home. She expects me to clean up after myself, and she limits the amount of ale I drink.” Caspian had snickered, one hand rising to cover his mouth though it could do nothing to hide the amusement in his eyes. “You laugh, Cas, but just wait. You’ll see what I mean.” But Caspian was almost sure that his marriage - whenever it happened - would be much different than Mesnan’s and even Odril’s, simply because he was King.

Queen Susan’s presence in his life had been pleasant, but all too short. Though he’d enjoyed her company and felt a spark when he spoke to her - and an even bigger one during their only kiss, he knew that being with her long term wasn’t going to work. The fact that she wasn’t truly from Narnia was one hurdle to overcome, but the other? Her brothers would have disapproved of the union, simply because Peter and Edmund were wary of Caspian in a way that he couldn’t put his finger on. Certainly, when he’d met High King Peter for the first time, Caspian had been nothing but a teenager, barely old enough to stand up for himself and Peter had already ruled Narnia for years.

Certainly, it was a strange situation for all of them, but Lucy had been overly friendly and supportive of Caspian and Susan, despite the age difference, and even though Edmund had been wary, he hadn’t been outright frosty in the way that Peter had been at first. But the Pevensies had traveled back to England, and when Aslan had called them back to Narnia, only Lucy and Edmund had shown up again, along with their cousin. Lucy hinted that Susan had moved on, and truthfully, so had Caspian, though not in the same way. He’d always compare the women he met to Susan, but being nearly twenty five, Caspian knew that the feelings he’d had for the girl nearly a decade prior were no more than a simple teenage infatuation. But, he thought to himself, I won’t marry for anything less than love. Narnia deserves a King and Queen that love each other, not a marriage of convenience.

And so, Caspian often retreated to the castle’s library when he was not needed, losing himself in the books that were stacked to the ceiling, hair falling over his eyes as he pored over the content between each cover. He loved to learn, loved to pass the time in solitude and looked forward to the long hours he spent seated on the benches in the library, until Nilsea or Tumlea brought him a meal or reminded him that it was late, that he had a meeting the following day. In Caspian’s mind, being educated was the most important thing that a King could be, and despite the fact that he got experience by doing things, Caspian recognized the value of understanding history, too. Secluding himself in the library also kept him away from the expectations of his council, away from the requests that he start thinking of settling down, that he agree to meet with more potential wives.

Stomach growling, Caspian stood up and turned, leaving a large book on giants open on the table, his mind racing as he moved toward the kitchen. They have so much history, and yet they’re so uncommon near this area. He shook his head, pulling the heavy door to the library open and was shocked to see a young woman standing on the other side of it, her arms full of books. “Oh, excuse me!” She gasped and stepped to the side, dipping her head forward as she curtsied, averting her gaze to the floor. “I apologize, my King.”

Caspian simply stared for long moments before shaking his head and reaching out. Her voice, the accent...“Please, give me some of those books, and don’t worry about the formality, this isn’t the time.” The girl took a breath, still looking away, even as she offloaded some of the books into Caspian’s waiting arms. “Is that enough? I can take more if you need.” She shook her head quickly, and Caspian turned away, heading back into the library. “Where would you like me to put these?”

“Just on the table, your Majesty.” Caspian grinned as he heard the flustered tone in her voice and he set the books down, stacking them neatly. “Thank you so much.” She shook her head still not meeting his eyes and set her own books down, piling them up. “They were much heavier than I thought they would be.” Caspian watched her silently, one arm behind his back and the other hanging at his side. She’s new, I’ve never seen her here before.

“What’s your name?” The question slipped from his lips before Caspian could stop it, and the girl finally looked up at him, eyes wide. Caspian took a small step closer, eyes locked on hers and sucked in a breath in surprise. “Your eyes are the color of the sky over the Silver Sea, just before Aslan’s Country.” He spoke again, the words not even sounding like his own. “I’ve never seen anything like them.” He shook his head, but she remained silent, still looking at him. “Please, tell me your name.” She cleared her throat, whispering a response and Caspian’s smile grew. “I’ve never heard that name before.” He licked his lips, taking a deep breath. “Do you… are you employed here in Cair Paravel?”

“Yes, your Majesty.” She nodded, raising a hand to gesture to the library. “I’m the new library custodian.” Oh. So I’ll see her a lot. “I just arrived yesterday, and was given a day to adjust to the palace before beginning my work. I speak six different languages, and so it was thought that I could best use my education here.” With each word, her voice grew stronger and Caspian fought to keep his gaze on her face, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by looking at her body - thought it was all he wanted to do. What is happening?

“I spend a lot of time in here.” He spoke clearly, giving a small nod. “That table over there?” He turned and pointed, saying her name again. “That’s one of my favorite spots in Cair Paravel.” When he turned to look back, Caspian was happy to see that she was smiling, the very tip of her tongue visible through her teeth.

“Is it, your M-”

“Please, if you’re going to be working here and we’re going to see each other so often, call me Caspian.” Why am I looking forward to seeing her often? She shook her head back and forth twice almost violently, lips parting and her eyes going wide again.

“I couldn’t, that’s not proper, it -”

“I can order you to do so, if it would make it easier for you.” Who are you and why are you being so bold, Caspian? She relaxed, and Caspian stepped forward, one eyebrow raised. “Everyone is so formal with me all of the time, and I come here to get away from it. If I hear you say ‘excuse me, your Majesty,’ or ‘pardon me, my King’ every time you walk by, it’s going to make me have to choose another favorite spot. Caspian within the walls of this room will do just fine.” There was a pause and then she laughed, the sound as clear as a bell and the loudest one he’d heard inside of the library in all his years. It’s a beautiful laugh.

“I think I can manage that, Caspian.” He sucked in a breath and his own eyes widened as he heard her say his name for the first time - easily, with no pause. “Thank you for the opportunity.” What? “To come here, to live and work in the palace, to learn more from your people than would be possible in the Southern lands.” I had nothing to do with it. “I know that you don’t choose your own custodians, that you have people do so, but I never imagined that I’d even meet you.” She pressed her lips together, wiping her hands against the front of her skirt, and Caspian looked down for the first time, attention pulled by the movement. “You were leaving, though. I apologize for interrupting. Thank you for the help with my books.” Another smile, and she bowed her head for a moment, closing her eyes.

“Yes.” He cleared his throat, nodding his head. “Yes, I was on my way out for lunch.” Caspian smiled, his eyes back on her face. “Perhaps I’ll see you when I return?” Before she could respond, he continued. You’re the king, you can be bold if you want to. “You can tell me about your journey to Cair Paravel.” She nodded once, and Caspian stepped away toward the door, pausing with one hand on the frame. He turned, saying her name once more, and when she raised her eyes to look at him, he continued. “I look forward to it.”

She gifted him with another smile, tilting her head to the side. “I do as well, Caspian.”

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carnationworld-writings · 4 years ago

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100 followers!

OH MY GOODNESS! Guys, I just hit 100 followers here! Thank you all so much for reading my works, leaving kudos, reblogging and commenting! I see all of you, and I am so grateful for every one notes from you!

To celebrate it and you, I decided that I'll open requests for one week - from today to Monday, April 5 22.00 GTM+2).

You can send a request for:

Caspian, Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz and Jay Halstead.

I must say that I won't write smut. I am not completely comfortable writing sex scenes in English (but I can put some allusions to it).

Feel free to send a request to my ask box!

Klaudia 💜

Caspian taglist: @live-love-loki @effielumiere @elennox03

One Chicago taglist: @teti-menchon0604

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heartofwritiing · 3 years ago

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Baby Kicks.

paring(s): Edmund Pevnsie x fem!reader

warning(s): none just fluff, ignore my mistakes!

Summary: the baby kicks and y/n doesn’t want ed to miss it :)

a/n: hello loves! enjoy this quick little drabble i wrote on my phone! requests are open!

“Edmund!”

The cry of the second Pevnsie brothers name, echos through the castle halls and he halts in his tracks. He recognized the voice to be his wife Y/N who was six months pregnant he knew where you were and your call sounded desperate so he took off towards your shared room.

When he got to the door he pushed it open struggling a bit to get it to open, since it was a heavy oak door. When he entered Edmund stumbled through the room and frantically asking Y/N what was wrong.

“Love, whats wrong?” he rushed to her side of the bed were she was laying with a hand over her belly, she seemed to be in no pain at all.

“the baby kicked!” she told him grinning.

he sighed in relief and took her hand in his.

“I thought you were hurt, you scared me.” he scolded.

She gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m sorry love but i didnt want you to miss it this time,” she laughed.

He looked up at her and back to her swollen belly. “are they still kicking?” he asked. Y/N took Edmunds hand and lifted it to the side where she felt the baby kick the most. almost instantly Edmund felt a tiny punch against his hand and he gasped in awe.

“someone’s excited,” he laughed.

“thats your daddy,” Y/N leaned down to speak to her stomach. “he loves you very much.” Edmund then leaned in to place a kiss on the spot where the baby kept kicking, which earned another kick to Y/Ns womb. They sat there in silence enjoying each others company until the sound of footsteps broke the silence and four figures stood in the doorway of the King and Queens room.

Lucy, Peter, Susan and Caspian all stood in the door way with their weapons drawn ready for a fight.

“whats wrong? we heard Y/N scream all the way from the library.” Peter was the first to speak. Edmund laughed while Y/N gave them all a guilty expression.

“Sorry everyone but, it was just the baby kicking again and Ed didnt get the chance to feel it yet.” Y/N apologizes. They all visibly relax and put their weapons away. Lucy put her dagger back into her holster and rushed over to the other side of the bed where Edmund wasn’t.

“They kicked again!?” she asked excitedly. “can I feel?” You nodded and she grind. Susan propped her bow up near the door and made her way to your side as well sitting closest to the headboard. Peter and Caspian just stood at the end of the bed awkwardly watching as Lucy placed her hand gently trying to feel for a kick.

Edmund looked at his younger sister in confusion.

“Lu? how did you get to feel the baby kick before i did?”

Lucys eyes widened realizing what she said.

“just the other day and i promised y/n i wouldn’t tell you.” her lips thin.

Edmund looked to you and you just tried not to laugh. You looked around the room to see everyone smiling and laughing as Edmund and Lucy bickered. You placed a hand on your swollen belly and sighed at your family. your wonderful crazy family.

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padfootagain · 4 years ago

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The Ocean

Here we go with a new request for my 5k event! Anon asked for a drabble for Caspian with the prompts :

2. "Don't worry, it's just a scratch… OUCH!"

26. "I'm the luckiest though. I have you."

This is a lot of fluff, just cute fluff… I hope you like it :)

Pairing : Caspian x reader

Word Count : 1898

Caspian's love for the sea was not a secret. You were aware of the nickname given to the king. The Seafarer. And that name made by the men under his command, and since adopted by all in the Kingdom, took roots in a true trait of his character. The ocean was just as much his lover as you were, in a way, to the point where you sometimes were a little jealous of the oceanic waves. He sometimes stood on the edge of a cliff, staring at the horizon where two hues of blue met and mingled, without moving a muscle for hours on end. You could read it in his expression every time he was on a boat, by the way his features lit up and his eyes glimmered while the wind batted his hair against his cheeks that he was home. That he was where he belonged, more so than on any throne, more so than in any divine hall of stone, more so even than riding with you through the forests of Narnia as leaves cracked and shivered under your horses' hooves. No, the place that felt like home to him was the ocean.

You couldn't fight his love for the moody waters, and couldn't temper his passion for the salty waves. You had given up on this attempt a long time ago, before you and Caspian even got married. It made him happy, after all. And even if the sea was a treacherous companion, there was little you could do against such a passionate love.

Caspian was well aware of your worry every time he left for the sea, but he always promised he would come back to you, and in his mind there was no doubt that he would. He had never broken a promise made to you - or anyone else, for that matter – and he intended on keeping his word once more.

He hoped that one day you would look at the sea with a friendly eye instead of one of rivalry, but it was difficult for you to share his excitement for the deep waters. It was difficult for you to see anything else in the waves than a force trying to take your husband away.

But you loved him too much, and whenever he was home, you walked down the length of the beach of white sand that ran along the cliffs of Cair Paravel. In the distance, the harbour protected the boats during the low tide, and the purple and golden sails of the Dawn Treader glimmered under the bright sunlight. You remained at a fair distance from the busy port though, seeking with your husband some private time to share, filled with tenderness and breathy giggles, with shy touches of fingertips and stolen glances. You had been married for several years, and yet, you still felt giddy whenever he was around, and his heart still skipped a beat whenever he laid eyes on you. You knew that you were lucky, both of you were well aware that this kind of love was rare, even more so for people of power like the two of you. There must have been someone looking after both of you with magical powers in their hands to guide the two of you on the same path. Caspian always said that Aslan himself must have made sure you found each other, and you had to agree.

You were walking down the beach over the edge of the water, your ankles kissed with the salty water slowly crawling up the sand, the tide rising once more to claim back what was its own kingdom, untamed and wild. Caspian was carrying your shoes and his, his other hand tenderly holding yours. It was warm on this summer afternoon, and Caspian had left his coat in Cair Paravel, choosing to leave for a walk with only a white shirt with large sleeves puffing around his muscles and letting the fabric open upon the upper part of his chest. The medallion you had offered him as a protective token the first time he went off to sea after your marriage was still hanging around his neck, the golden circle moving across his chest with each step he took. His long dark hair was messed with the wind, the light getting caught in his long eyelashes and the beard covering his cheeks. His eyes, so dark, showed a little bit of brown under the bright sunlight instead of their inky usual shade. He looked soft, domestic, so different from the kingly demeanour he had to wear in the castle. Instead, he was just your husband, and you couldn't refrain an enamoured smile to grace your lips at the sight.

The bottom of your dress was drenched with salty water and clung to your calves, but you didn't care. Caspian's brown trousers were wet too, patches of darker shades of fabric marking where the waves had climbed up his legs. You knew several dignitaries who would have been shocked by the King and Queen of Narnia behaving so mundanely, but none of you minded, as you simply enjoyed each other's company. When the two of you were alone, it was so easy to just be yourselves.

You reached a patch of golden rocks emerging from the water where seagulls rested after their long flights. Thanks to the low tide, the beach reached the rocks carved into sharp shapes by thousands of years being beaten by the waves. Caspian's eyes lit up at the sight.

"Would you mind a bit of adventure, my love?" he asked, a mischievous smile brightening his handsome features.

"What do you have in mind?" you asked back, yours eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Follow me."

You could have tried to fight back and pull him back towards you instead of following him as he hurried towards the rocks, but there was no need to delay the obvious. You would end up yielding anyway.

You let him guide you to the rocks, and you climbed on top, Caspian helping you up and giggling every time he had to catch you as you lost your balance. You spent some time staring at the seaweeds that covered the rock, and the tiny pools carved in that hid tiny crabs that ran away when you came too close. You looked for seashells on the edge of the water, and laughed as Caspian came too close to the edge and was drenched by a particularly strong wave, his shirt now clinging to his body, the fabric turning from white to see-through. His hair dried quickly under the warm sun though, tangling in the wind.

He chased you around with seaweeds in his hands, trying to put them on your head, and you laughed so hard you could barely breathe.

It was a perfect afternoon, really, and for a moment, you weren't so angry and jealous of the sea. Caspian had a gift to make you forget about everything else in the world but your love for him. Until your husband, in a clumsy step, slipped onto some seaweed and fell head first across the rock.

You heard him letting out a loud grunt as he hit the ground, and you hurried back to him, crossing the few steps that separated the two of you, all traces of laughter now gone from your features.

"Darling! Are you okay?" you asked with worry oozing from your every words.

"Yes," he nodded, sitting up. "I'm fine, just…"

You kneeled by his side, noticing that he was holding his forehead.

"Let me see," you ordered, and Caspian didn't even think about arguing.

As you pulled his fingers away, a gush of blood ran down the side of his face. But you quickly saw that it was nothing serious. You cut a piece of your dress to press the fabric against his forehead, but Caspian rolled his eyes, trying to wipe the blood away with the back of his hand.

"Don't worry, it's just a scratch… OUCH!" he jumped as you forcefully pressed the clothe against his cut.

"Don't start arguing with me. You hit your head pretty hard."

"It is really nothing to worry about, my darling. Just a little cut. I have seen much worse."

"Don't remind me!" you scolded him.

He rolled his eyes with a cheeky smile.

"You are adorable when you get worried about me. I like it."

"If you want me to take care of you, dearest, I would advise you to watch your words!"

"It is nothing, love."

"We should go back to the castle, clean your cut properly," you ignored him.

"Not yet," he complained. "We still haven't seen the sunset!"

"Caspian, you're hurt…"

But he took your wrist in his hand, pulling your hand away from his forehead, before guiding it to his lips to drop a tender kiss to your pulse on the inside of your wrist. His wound had stopped bleeding already, and now that you could properly see the damage, you had to admit it was nothing serious, a little scratch that would be gone in a week or so.

"I am fine. It's nothing. Let's stay a little longer, please," he asked with begging eyes you knew you would be unable to refuse anything to. "You promised we would watch the sunset together tonight. So, let's stay. Please, stay."

He pulled you closer and closer until he could kiss your lips, making you forget everything about the world around you, goosebumps running up your arms and making your knees shake under you.

"Please, stay," he asked one more time, knowing he had won already, knowing that after such a kiss, he would have broken your will for anything else but your desire to stay in his arms like this.

You heaved a sigh, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck and running your fingers through his messy hair.

"You're lucky you have good arguments in your favour," you yielded, making both of you laugh.

He hummed in agreement, tightening his hold on you and pressing you to his chest as you sat down and got comfortable in his arms.

"I am the luckiest though. I have you," he added, looking down at you before dropping a chaste kiss into your hair, making you smile and close your eyes, relishing in his wooded scent and the steady beating of his heart under your palm.

Caspian's eyes moved back to the sea, resting once more onto the untameable waves, and the infinite possibilities that laid over the horizon. Lands to discover, and monsters hidden, and so many people waiting on the other side. So many mysteries to uncover.

Caspian was well aware people sometimes called him Seafarer. Sometimes, his own men claimed that the ocean was his true home, that he belonged there, on the sea. That instead of a castle, he belonged on a boat. Caspian never paid too much attention to these words, and he never bothered correcting all those that thought the sea was his real and true love, the place he felt truly himself, that the ocean was his home.

Because he knew where his home was. He held it in his arms now.

You were his home. And no matter where the sea would try to take him, he would always come back to you in the end.

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myevilmouse · 4 years ago

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Today for Trivia Tuesday @jedimordsith suggested I write about my drabble skills and give suggestions to anyone wanting to write drabbles. I recently wrote 28 drabbles for the Multifandom Drabble Exchange just for fun muwahahah. Also this is why, since I went outside the Star Wars fandom I love and live in, that I created a new pseud, Złymyszeczka, in case you were wondering what was up with that. Fandoms that I dabbled in included Supernatural, Resident Evil, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, My So-Called Life, X-Men, Wellington Paranormal, Quantum Leap, Labyrinth, Hercules (Disney), Cobra Kai, Lord of the Rings, Loki, Chronicles of Narnia, X-Files, Sherlock, Star Trek TNG, and more!

Obviously I had to separate all that multi-fandom madness from the purity of my Luke and Thrawn smut!

So please if you check me out on AO3 for Star Wars stuff (and I sincerely hope you do!), note that you want to keep the evilmouse name. I don’t plan on writing outside Star Wars fandom often, but on the rare occasions I do, it will get posted under the other name.

Back to the point:

Evilmouse’s 5 Essential Tips on Writing Drabbles

for your Trivia Tuesday, jump below the cut!

So drabbles are 100 words. Double drabbles, 200, Triple, 300, etc. A lot of people find the exactness of this word restriction daunting, so here is my first tip for writing drabbles:

1) Don’t think about the word count.

This may seem counter-intuitive, but the best way to approach a drabble is “I have to write a very short scene.” Knowing it will be short (very short!) is enough to get you to the word count, and maybe push you over 3, 10, or 20 words. That’s fine. We fix it in the editing. But if you get hung up about counting words when you are writing your drabble, you won’t write the best drabble you can!

2) Focus on a single moment.

When I say very short scene, think VERY SHORT SCENE. It may be as simple as a quick verbal exchange. It may be something you want to accomplish, i.e. a kiss, a punch. Here are a couple examples from my recent experience:

One person requested a Chronicles of Narnia/MCU crossover and listed Prince Caspian and Loki as two characters they were interested in shipping. So my goal was to write 100 words with these two characters.

What shall we focus on? 100 words isn’t enough to explain why Loki is in Narnia or why Caspian is in Asgard. You have to trust the reader to accept the premise if they click on your drabble.

What is your goal? Here, it was to get these two in a situation where a shipper will be happy with their interaction. In my case, I decided they would be trapped somewhere together and alone. That was it, that was the starting point for the drabble, which you can read here.

Another example: one person requesting a Star Wars drabble said they liked when female characters meet and interact and listed old!Leia and Asajj Ventress as favorites.

Same question: what do you want to accomplish? In this case, two characters who don’t meet in canon having that opportunity. A meeting. 100 words is our limit. Do we care why or where they are meeting? Probably not. That initial interaction is the goal. So for this one, I set what I hoped was a mysterious atmosphere and just simply wrote their initial exchange here. Trust your readers to fill in the blanks, which leads us to:

3) Let the “end” be as ambiguous as you like.

Drabbles are brief moments, as already mentioned. They don’t need a proper beginning or end, they can (and sometimes should) leave the reader asking questions or wanting more. I like writing drabbles that imply something happened next, and leave it up to the reader to decide exactly what.

In the case of the Loki/Caspian drabble, knowing that Loki can teleport, and chooses not to, implies he has some ulterior motive in lying about his powers.

In the case of Asajj & Leia, we know Asajj sent a comm to initiate the meeting but we don’t know exactly what she means by saying they will be “friends.” Is she sincere? Have some trick up her sleeve? I don’t have to know! But the moment is achieved.

That doesn’t mean that you can’t “end” a drabble if you want to. I wrote a treat for someone who wanted Sarah and Jareth to end up together when she was all grown up. So obviously the request has already dictated my ending. In that case, I had a couple goals: to tell the reader she was all grown up, to demonstrate how much has/hasn’t changed, and to make her wind up with that sexy Goblin King. Mmmm yesssss.

Each of those goals, which may have appeared difficult at first, took exactly one sentence:

Curtains fluttered, an unnatural gust summoning the ever-present metropolitan cacophony into her apartment.

We know now that Sarah has her own apartment, old enough to live alone.

“It didn’t!” she glared, injustice manifested in that indignant whine she’d retained, like most of her teenage dreams.

In the film Labyrinth, Sarah’s always saying things aren’t fair. So here we see she hasn’t quite gotten rid of that tendency to whine about injustice, and is still a dreamer at heart.

“This time,” Sarah took a deep breath, certain, “I’ll stay.”

She’s not hesitating, she’s decided, and she’s going to live happily ever after with her mystical consort (we hope).

The point here is that your drabble can be as conclusive or inconclusive as you like, and isn’t limited by the word count.

4) Edit without mercy

Yes I KNOW that is the perfect adjective for Luke’s sparkling blue eyes, but if your word count is 101, those eyes are either sparkling or blue but not both!

Once you achieve your “moment” in the drabble form, you have to check that word count and CHOP CHOP CHOP. It’s a rare thing to be under word count, but if you are lucky to be under, just add a few well-chosen adjectives and you’re done. However, if you, like most of us, have just written 123 words of perfection and want to scream because there is NO WAY you can do the same thing in 100 words, you have two options: write 77 MORE words and surrender to the double drabble, OR like I try to do, throw away the things you love until you have accomplished the same thing in 100 words.

To demonstrate this exercise, I set myself a task (because I haven’t saved drafts of my drabbles, sadly) to show you what I mean. So right now at this very instant I’m going to write a drabble about Luke Skywalker being in love with YOU. A Luke/Reader drabble, for example. Let’s go:

Everyone groaned as the briefing ended. It had gone on two hours too long for your taste, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, you weren’t alone in your assessment. As you left the conference room, you almost bumped into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked as handsome as always, but rather more casual than usual, his robes nowhere in sight and dressed simply in black pants with a blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you said, about to move past, flustered beyond belief. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi—any Jedi.

“Actually,” he smiled, “I was waiting here for you.”

A wave of shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Have dinner with me tonight?”

OK here is where I checked the wordcount. 134 words. Ouch. Quickly we have to edit because I’m not happy with the ending either. And 134 means some serious slicing and dicing. Here’s take two:

The briefing seemed to end two hours too late, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, your colleagues agreed. Leaving the conference room, you almost bumped into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, robes nowhere in sight, dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you said, moving past, flustered. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but that hadn’t stopped you.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Have dinner with me tonight?”

OK we’ve done some serious slicing and are down to 109 words. But I’m still not happy, AND we gotta cut more.

The briefing ended two hours too late, and judging by the mad rush to the exit, everyone agreed. Leaving the room, you ran into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, no robes, just dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but that hadn’t stopped you.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, and held out a hand. “Come with me?”

Down to 103 words now and I managed to change the ending I wasn’t crazy about at first…notice what has and hasn’t changed between these short drafts... not much in the way of story, just how it is told.

Still have to edit more…three pesky words…

Judging by the mad rush to the exit, everyone agreed that meeting had been too long. Hurrying out, you ran into Luke Skywalker. The Jedi Master looked handsome as always, but more casual than usual, no robes, just dressed in black pants and blue shirt.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered. If only he wasn’t so kriffing good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but common sense wasn’t your forte.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, holding out an inviting hand. “Come with me?”

Now I’ve got 101 words and I don’t want to cut it, but I have to…*waves goodbye to “kriffing”*

“Excuse me,” you muttered, flustered. If only he wasn’t so good-looking… It was stupid to lust after a Jedi, but common sense wasn’t your forte.

He smiled. “I was waiting for you.”

Shock, quickly followed by confusion, made you even more tongue-tied than usual.

“Me?”

He nodded, holding out an inviting hand. “Come with me?”

So we have 100 words exactly, that imply Luke is into you and you have a future with him. From starting the drabble to finishing it, took me about 18 minutes. If you don’t pressure yourself, it doesn’t have to be a nightmare. Which brings me to tip #5

5) Don’t stress, and have fun!

Sometimes I have spent as much as two hours on a drabble, but usually no more than a half hour to get it where I want. When I do the “drabble a day” for Fictober, I try to limit myself to 15 minutes. The point is, drabbles should be fun and low stress. Don’t agonize about them! Sure, you can edit for hours to fix each word to be absolutely perfect and convey something the same but different, but you can also just achieve that glimpse into a scene, that moment, and enjoy your work!

I hope you enjoyed this and/or found it useful. If you’d like to read some of my drabbles, you can click on this #drabble tag, check out these drabble collections here and here, my story told in drabbles here, or explore my new pseud złamyszeczka for those other fandoms I mentioned. Thank you for reading!

#drabbles #drabble #myfic #fanfic #trivia tuesday #fanfic is for fun #luke x reader #luke x you #fandom #fic exchange #game of thrones #and a bunch of other fandoms #star wars #thanks jedimordsith

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dashesofink · 5 years ago

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Very Good Thing

Drabble: “I could never forget you.” + kisses on the palm of the hand

Pairings: Caspian x Reader

Word Count: 636

Warnings: none

Main Taglist: @legolaslovely @naniellesworld @t00-many-th0ughts @fizzyxcustard @c4ts4ndstuff

A/N: my first Narnia fic!! Please let me know what you think!!

“I did not think you would have recognized me so easily. It has been many years.”

Your hand felt warm as he led you through the extensive and lively garden. Though your eyes were following the many rows of colorful flowers and different fruits, your focus was entirely on Caspian. “Not recognize you?” Your head snapped up and your eyes blew wide at his comment. Surely, he was only joking with you. You remembered the first time you had met Caspian like it had happened only yesterday. His smile was so charming and his warm eyes danced with such mischief. He was still as handsome as he was the first time your father introduced you to the Prince, now King. He had definitely grown to be a strong warrior, and you could see that his eyes had grown dull from fighting countless wars. Yet still, the same teenage boy you met so long ago was hiding behind the darkness in his eyes, and when you saw him again for the first time since then, you found yourself wanting to bring that youthfulness back. “Oh Caspian, I could never forget you.”

When you gave a small tug against his hand Caspian stopped. He was caught by surprise when your free hand came to rest against his cheek after he turned to face you, and his breath caught in his throat as you looked him in the eyes. Your fingers gently smoothed over the skin of his face, gliding over the stubble that sat on his jaw before you pushed a lock of fallen hair behind his ear. “I could never forget such kind eyes, or such a radiant smile.” Caspian felt like his world was spinning when he saw the glimmer in your eyes. The grip you had in his hand was the only thing that seemed to hold him to earth, and as your whispered words flowed softly in his ears, he couldn’t keep the smile that slowly spread across his face. “Oh no, my dear Caspian—“ He leaned into your touch when you pressed her palm against his cheek again, his eyes locking with yours as you smiled up at him. “— I could never forget someone like you.”

His heart was beating against his rib cage now, and the smile that was shining on his lips was almost enough to challenge the sun. He gripped your hand tight and brought it to rest against his chest, over his racing heart. “You truly are something special, Y/N.” Caspian found himself saying. Your hand remained against his cheek as he pulled you closer, and for the first time that day you were truly shocked when he turned his head to press a soft kiss against the skin of your palm. His lips were soft and warm against your skin, and when he pressed a second kiss against your palm you felt a blush crawl on to your cheeks. “It was hard to keep someone as gentle and caring as you out if my thoughts.”

“Is that a good thing?”

When Caspian suddenly pulled you close you wrapped your arms around his neck. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating on to yours, he was so close. His hand was pressed against your back while the other came to rest against your cheek now, and the pad of his thumb smoothed circles gently into the skin of your cheek. “That, my love, is a very good thing.” Your eyes blew wide at his words, and as he leaned closer to you, your body grew warm. You pressed yourself against him as he neared you. Caspian held you tenderly, his strong arms working to protect you and cover you as his soft lips brushed ever so slightly against your own. “A very good thing indeed.”

#the chronicles of narnia #prince caspian #caspian #caspian x reader #caspian fic #caspian fluff #prince caspian x reader #the chronicles of narnia fic #narnia fic #caspian imagine #caspian scenario #prince caspian fic #prince caspian imagine #not my gif #requested #ben barnes #dashesofink

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cozycryptidcorner · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

All stories and monster matches will be on my Ao3 page in case things with tumblr go even further south. I also have a Masterlist for the Monster Matches, and if anyone is interested in commissioning me, here’s some info.

Riaghan the Kelpie/Female Reader, Part One (sfw), Part Two (nsfw), art by me

Kalil the Naga/Female Reader (nsfw), art by me, art by illustrariane

Adham the Infected/Female Reader (nsfw)

Ciarán the High Fae/Female Reader (nsfw), art by me

Alesdair the Changeling/Female Reader, Part One (sfw), Part Two (nsfw)

Noor the Siren/Gender Neutral Reader (sfw)

Sela the High Fae (wlw) (sfw), art by me, art by thatweirdoneintheback

Mark the Selkie (sfw)

The Nøkken, Part One (sfw), Part Two (nsfw- female reader)

Aleksander the Naga, Part One (sfw) Ten Word Ko-Fi Drabble (sfw)

Hikaru the Kitsune/Female Reader, Part One (slight nsfw), Part Two (nsfw)

Winter, Chapter One (sfw), Chapter Two (sfw), Chapter Three (sfw), Chapter Four (sfw), Chapter Five (sfw), Chapter Six (nsfw- female reader), Chapter Seven (sfw), art by lukeios, art by puddimilk

Winter Ficlets: Fantasies (nsfw), Adoration (sfw), Morphine (sfw), Poison (sfw)

Tisiphone the Erinyes (wlw) (sfw), art by me

Alien Android/Female Reader (nsfw)

Merikh the Incubus, Part One (nsfw- female reader) Part Two (sfw)

Raúl the Centaur (sfw), art by thatweirdoneintheback

Eòin the Kelpie (sfw)

Fylkir the Selkie, Part One (sfw), Part Two (nsfw- female reader)

The Spring Sacrament (nsfw- gender neutral reader)

Ronan and Sally’s Story (not a reader insert), Chapter One (sfw), Chapter Two (sfw)

Nayda the Selkie (wlw) (sfw)

Intertwined (wlw) (sfw) (not a reader insert)

Yavid the Demon (sfw)

August the Infected (mlm) (sfw)

Savannah and Remembrance (not a reader insert) (sfw)

The Mad Prince, Chapter One (sfw), Chapter Two (sfw), Chapter Three (sfw), Chapter Four (sfw), Chapter Five (sfw), Chapter Six (sfw), Chapter Seven (sfw), Chapter Eight (sfw), Chapter Nine (sfw), Chapter Ten (sfw), Chapter Eleven (sfw), Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen (nsfw-ish), Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen (tba)

The Mad Prince fanart (all sfw): art by me, art by lukeios, art also by lukeios, art by thatweirdoneintheback, art by ghoullin

Barriers (not a reader insert) (sfw)

Kanoa the Shark Merfolk (sfw)

Secretary to the Prince (sfw)

Sarakh the Gallu Demon (sfw)

That Which is Written in Stone, Chapter One (sfw), Chapter Two (sfw), Chapter Three (tba)

Xarrak the Orc (sfw)

Úlfa the Orc (wlw) (sfw)

Ryota the Kitsune (sfw), Chapter 2 (nsfw)

Starfall (not a read insert), Chapter One (sfw), Chapter Two (tbh)

Tadao the Kitsune. x Female Reader (slight nsfw)

Ihsan the Naga x Female Reader (nsfw)

Enoch the Troll (sfw)

Fiore the Genderfluid Kelpie (sfw)

Abel the Asrai/Female Reader (slight nsfw), Chapter Two (very nsfw)

Caspian the Mershark/Female Reader (nsfw)

Bat Monster/Reader (sfw)

Werewolf/Reader (nsfw)

Potamoi (Greek River God)/Reader (sfw)

Avery the Fae/Female Reader (nsfw)

The Merchant Prince, Chapter 1 (nsfw), Chapter 2 (nsfw), Chapter 3 (sfw), Chapter 4 (nsfw), Chapter 5 (nsfw)

Unamed Horny Rope Bunny Fae (nsfw)

Unamed Merman (sfw)

Vasily the Raksha (sfw)

Changling (sfw)

Aurel Kane the Elf (sfw)

Torin the Keplie (sfw.... for now)

Cadán the Fae (nsfw)

Unamed God (sfw)

Jameson the Fae (sfw)

Eldritch Abomination (Sfw)

Meikha the Peacock-like Alien (sfw)

Unknown Male Species (slight nsfw)

He’s just some guy tbh (nsfw)

Unhinged Bisexual Ruination of Classic Media:

Bates

Erin

Jahzeiah

Theo

Pride Month Prompts:

Fiona the Kelpie (wlw) (sfw)

Medeia the Forest Spirit (wlw) (sfw)

Bill Cassidy the Werewolf (trans mlm) (sfw)

Sora the Yuki Onna (wlw) (sfw)

Kinktober Prompts:

Autumn Fae/Consensual Somnophila (nsfw- female reader)

Vampire/Biting (nsfw- female reader)

Naga King/Praise Kink (nsfw-female reader)

Dark Elf/Orgasm Denial (nsfw- female reader)

Harpy/Doting (nsfw- female reader), art by me, and here’s a prequel

Demon/Pegging (nsfw- female reader)

Kelpie/Outdoor Sex (nsfw- female reader)

Vampire/Rimming (nsfw- non gendered reader)

Fae/Dry Humping (nsfw, female reader)

Naga/Semi Public Sex (nsfw female reader)

Do you like what you’re reading? Please consider leaving me a tip with Ko-Fi!

#masterlist #monster boyfriend #monster girlfriend #monster lover #exophilia #kelpie #selkie #fae #changeling #siren #naga #infected #kitsune

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madamrogersstorytelling · 6 years ago

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Fan Fiction Ask Game

@suchatinyinfinity tagged me some time ago, and since I really couldn’t decide which ones to answer to, I took all of them! Yes, I really did. Worry about me... This is going to be a long post, so I’m putting everything under the cut and tagging some of my fellow writers at the bottom. I also am going to answer with all of my fics and not only one of them, that way you can get more perspective.

Thank you for reading!

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

I’m not going to answer about how I named one fic, I’m telling how I usually name my fics. Most of them get their titles if I listen to a song and it has a nice name or a line, sometimes I read quotes or just think of a word and taste it for long enough to decide could it be the title. Sometimes I read the piece before naming it and decide a line it has as a title; this can be seen in most of my drabbles. The title can be found. With my current series Aura, Of New Beginnings, You, Dark Passion Play and I’ll Make a Man Out of You; they either got their titles from the names of the characters, aspects of the story or songs.

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Actually, You. Not all of it, but most of the first chapter is. I took some artistic freedoms to describe some things but it indeed is inspired by my very shitty day during last December. Some of my friends know about this, it was horrible. But the young man at the stoplights (who looked really different from Ben but still) still inspires me very much.

C: What member do you identify with most?

Member... This question confuses me, all in all. I identify with a lot of things and can really tell you as soon as someone tells me what kind of a member this question is searching for haha.

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

I don’t really do playlist for my stories, I listen to whatever I feel like. Sometimes I want to listen to one specific song during one scene. It really depends.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

I’m bad at sequels. And most of my fics are not even ready, aka they’re series that will go on and on. But! One fic that possibly could have a sequel one day is Irresistible. It’s one of my favorite pieces of my own fics and it would be fun to see did the reader really catch him or not ;)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“The knife?”

“That was Reep…”

“The apples?”

“No, I didn’t touch your apples…”

“Someone ate them while I was picking up those flowers I gave you.”

Caspian shook his head, still humming his laughs.

“Apples don’t walk away, Caspian!”

He showed you his hands as if he was surrendering. “Maybe not, but it wasn’t me.”

You pouted. “If you have to say it, you’re not telling the truth.”

“Maybe you didn’t have any apples with you on that day? I don’t remember seeing any.”

“Yeah, because you ate all of them. I was away for ten minutes!”

“Okay, I just might have eaten one…”

King of Thieves, Caspian/Reader

I think this is really sweet. I had so much fun writing this and it can really be seen, I think. I’ve always struggled with real-like dialogue, as I’ve told countless times before, but I think that with this drabble, it became quite real after all.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

It depends, really. I usually write from start to finish but if I suddenly get a scene in my head, I write it down. It’s easier for me to write from start to finish, that way I can stay on track and don’t lose the balance of what I’m doing.

H: How would you describe your style?

Someone once said I have noticeable style, something that is... part of me. I guess I like descriptions? I use a lot of adjectives and different kind of sentences; long and short, both to describe and rhythm the story a little. I also like beautiful words very much haha. My style may be a bit dreamy and I like to go slowly more than quickly. Sometimes I speed things up a little, only to tell the more meaningful parts but all in all, I think I describe more than use dialogue.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Haha! I truly do have! Especially in writing. I love to use quotes and song lyrics in my stories as dialogues, parts of them. It’s really funny for some reason. When I read, I don’t think do I actually have a guilty pleasure. Hmm... I don’t think I have?

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

Goodness! Well, ok, let’s take Irresistible again...

Billy either left without leaving a single note or... Maybe he didn’t leave at all? I almost wrote that he stayed but... Then I thought of the note and I let that come to the story. Well, we can always play ;)

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Something that had to do with Billy having to kill the reader either because the death was inevitable or because he had been told to. I’ve tried to think of this but as I have felt a bit bad myself, writing angst hasn’t really been on the top of my mind right now. Maybe one day?

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Sometimes more and sometimes less. I often read it twice; once right after reading and then I let it be for a moment, I got to eat or take a shower or play with my cat for a while and then come back to read it. You kind of become blind to your own text; I still have typos, I’m not saying that but it’s easier to see everything that needs to be corrected or revised before posting. Once or twice, usually.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Not more than I will never probably get it done because I keep getting stuck haha!

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Not at the moment. Even though, I always love to see people writing something I’ve talked about with them.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

The plot, usually. The characters come with it. While writing fanfiction, I kind of have some characters “ready to use”. The reader creates itself. I try to describe them as little as I can, so everyone can relate to them, which is why I go with the plot and not with the characters. But with something like Aura I try to get the plot with the character or the other way around.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I’m more like “one rose is my whole garden” type of person. I make some plans and write down some important plot points but for me, planning the whole thing from chapter to chapter and all the way to the ending kind of means it’s written already. Then I don’t even write it. So, I try not to let my ideas die with something like this but every time I get some important plot points in mind, I write them down because I’d forget them otherwise.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I have nothing against them. Collabs are just fine. Although, they can get a bit hard, can’t they? You need to have very profound talks about what you want to write and what should happen and all. It can get stressful. But it would also be very interesting thing to write! I’ve actually talked about one of these with one person once.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Sure. And I think that to be a writer, you have to have influences. You know what I mean? To see different ways to do some things and how the person X does this thing - but the person Y does it differently, so I’ll do it like this. You know what I mean?

The people I’m going to tag (also the one that tagged me) all have some kind of influence on me, in good.

My favorite writers, I’ve tried to learn something from them. Stephen King, Marcus Zusak, Joël Dicker, Tolkien, Rowling, Lewis, Wynne-Jones, all of them.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I’m not good at this trope thing anyway, I think. I don’t even think about them too much. But, you know, I just opened a list and I definitely can say that there are some I reallyreallyreally like hahah!

Shapeshifting is always nice, all kinds of AUs are really close to my heart, crossovers are fun, timetravel, fix-it is my go to... I have quite a lot of these!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Hmmmpf... I don’t like to say I don’t stand something, these are just things I’m not exactly a fan of.

I’ve always been bad at anything that has to do with comedy (I’ve only recently learned to live and watch comedy films, I used to hate them a few years back), so maybe... crackfics? Ok, good crack makes me cry my eyes out because I’m laughing so much but it’s pretty hard trope for me.

I’m also either so decent (or at least try to think I am, which is a lie, I’m far from it haahah) or old-fashioned that I’m very bad at PWP as well.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

@padfootagain she writes so good fluff! You can always trust that whatever she writes will cheer you up - and I often read her fics if I feel a bit down. She’s also one of my closest friends.

@something-tofightfor I love her way to tell the stories, her characters. I enjoy her style a lot. And she is also very cute human being.

@banditthewriter quite a lot like with the previous. I like the way she develops her stories and characters and always gives us something to wait for. She also seems so nice and genuine as a person. We don’t interact much but I still appreciate her a lot.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Whoa, this is hard... This is really hard because most of the fics I read already tell the stuff I’d tell in prequels. Maybe sequel... To @padfootagain‘s A Recipe For Love, to see the life of Caspian and the reader. But I don’t even dare to touch that masterpiece!!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Both are fine. I like prompts a lot, they help me but sometimes they also set me a trap haha! I tend to use more general ones myself and I’m fine with that. But if I find a list of some more specific ones and find it inspiring, why not?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

WHAT?? I hate to make any character suffer!! Ok, I’m a mascohist so maybe a bit but... No, that tells that I like to make the reader suffer? Because I’m not a sadist (even though, some of my friends might say so, they always say I’m killing them, so...).

Y: A character you want to protect.

Caspian. Ryan Brenner. Steve Rogers. Billy Russo. Yes, you read right - Billy might not need my protection, but I’m doing it anyway. Paul “Jesus” Rovia is my dearest and I’ll fight for him. Tom Ward. Magneto. Athelstan. Sirius Black. Sam Winchester. All my actor babies. There are so many of them, they’re all my babies, I want to protect all of them!! (Logan, don’t look at me like that - yes, I’m protecting you too.)

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

... I hate the fact that every time I watch a movie or a show or even read a book, it’s 100% sure that my favorite character dies. Or if not 100&, then at least 85-90%. But, the happy thing is that most of the characters are not killed in fanfiction! I can read deaths, yes, but... They’re not nice things to read. I can also write deaths, still not my fave things to do.

Want a list of these characters? Sirius Black, Billy Russo, Logan Delos, Kili, Fili and Thorin, Steve Rogers or any of the Avengers (don’t come at me, I know we all have been thinking about this)... This list could go on and on.

Tagging: @padfootagain @jennareedus @carol-damn-vers @something-tofightfor @dylanobrusso @suchatinyinfinity @whostheblondegirlwriting @loriwrites @breanime @princerussoand everyone else who wants to do this. Sorry for the double tags.

#i was tagged #tagged #on writing

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swanimagines · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

You can find all my written works here c: In case you want to read more of my DBH writings, check my old DBH imagine blog masterlist! Link

And PLEASE check my fandom list before requesting! I have stated there if there’s characters I don’t write for or how many seasons I have watched some TV series. + It would be nice if you checked out the rules before requesting.

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ASSASSIN’S CREED

Ezio Auditore

Disgrace to the Creed

Oh, Sweet Death

ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE

Audrey

Save It for Later

Kida

I Love You

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Madame de Garderobe

Imagine sneaking into the castle and Madame de Garderobe giving you a makeover

BIG HERO 6

Tadashi Hamada

Understanding

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

General/multiple

Short reader headcanons

Your Choice

Connor

Thank You

Imagine pampering Connor after him having a rough day at work

Imagine Connor helping you when you have a heart attack

Little One

Before Lunch

A Shooting Star

Imagine dating Connor, Hank’s son

Imagine telling your father, Hank, about your relationship with Connor

Imagine feeling like siblings with Connor

Here For You

To Feel

Imagine Connor being interested in your love for pottery

Daniel

Daniel & the reader’s daughter headcanons

PreDBH! Daniel x reader headcanons

Don’t forget

Fixed (2) (ignore the title in part 2)

Fear

Imagine Daniel having a separation anxiety without you

Imagine Daniel feeling secret jealously over you, but he acts like he hates you

Hank (platonic)

Imagine being Hank’s daughter and him being super protective over you because of what happened to Cole

Ralph

Not Alone

Imagine Ralph calling you by your favourite flower and bringing you flowers every day

Imagine Ralph seeing you pass out because you’re sick

Friends

Rupert

Healing

Not from Tennessee

Markus

Someone to Care For

Hope

North

Imagine North being in love with you, a human, and helping you while you’re sick

Simon

Headcanons with an s/o who has had a hard time with their family

EDWARD SCISSORHANDS

Edward

Safety

FANTASTIC BEASTS

Newt Scamander

Worried

Being a Magizoologist

Imagine Newt shyly asking you to the Yule Ball

Theseus

Believer

GOTHAM

Bruce Wayne

Surprises

A Confession

Edward Nygma

Dating Game

A Silent Voice

Riddles and Secrets

Imagine being a child, killing your abusive parents, bonding with Ed in Arkham and him adopting you

Jerome Valeska

Fake text messages (also fits for Jeremiah)

Prince of Crime

A Helpless Duckling

Living with a Crazy

A Lucky Day

Imagine your big brother Jim finding out you date Jerome Valeska

Roy

Street Rat

Oswald Cobblepot

A Dear Friend

A Songbird

Everything She Needs - aaand part 2

Watch Me

The Loved and the Damned

Imagine being a kindergarten teacher, Oswald never hearing you yell, but then he sees you yell at the kids to get them pay attention

Sid

Just A Scratch

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

A promise

Ron Weasley (platonic)

A friend

Remus Lupin

Children’s Stories

Oliver Wood

Waffles and Walnuts

MARVEL’S SPIDER-MAN (PS4)

Peter Parker

Dating headcanons

Plastic look-a-like

Secrets

Giving Hope

Imagine dating Spider-Man, without knowing who he is in real life

MCU

Peter Parker

About a Girl in the Tower

Carol Danvers

Imagine Carol meeting you again after you were dusted in the Snap

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

General/Multiple

Jealousy preferences

The boys having a crush on the reader

Peter Pevensie

More than enough

Between the Distances

Coming Home

Finally Home

Edmund Pevensie

The King, the Wound and the Princess

Adding Shadows

Her King

Prince Caspian

Dating Prince Caspian would include...

Forgotten

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

Elizabeth Swann

A Strong Heart

Will Turner

The Odds of Loving

THE 100

John Murphy

Fierce

Betrayal

Imagine running away with Murphy

One Day

Raven Reyes

1 AM

SLY COOPER

General

Imagine being a doctor and traveling back in time to treat Sly Cooper in ancient Egypt

WATCH DOGS

Aiden

General Aiden x reader headcanons

Plastic

Sleepy-head

Things Never Said

Aiden Drabble

Marcus

Imagine being an informator for DedSec and ending up helping Retr0 with one of his jobs

Wrench

Family

Hidden

Headcanons with an s/o who loves his mask

Painful Memories

Headcanons with a nonbinary reader who loves piercings

Headcanons with an attentive reader

Imagine Wrench seeing you after 3 weeks, when he thought you were dead Headcanons with a reader who continuously gets catcalled because she is showing her skin

#masterlist

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something-tofightfor · 5 years ago

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"Please don't leave me alone" with Caspian, but if you don't write for him, Logan is perfectly acceptable. ☺️

Word Count: 1,106

It was quiet in the room - too quiet, you thought, as you shut the door behind you and slipped your shoes off. Is he sleeping? The room was dark, too, the drapes pulled shut to allow only the smallest slivers of light to filter in from beneath them. “Caspian?” You didn’t yell, but your voice was raised so that he’d be able to hear you no matter where he was within the rooms, but there was still no answer. “Caspian, where -”

“I’m in here.” You winced at the sound of your husband’s voice - small and weak, carrying from the bedroom. “Where have you been?” You paused in the doorway to look at him, his dark hair spread out over the pillows beneath his head, only his face visible. Taking a breath, you squared your shoulders and stepped fully into the room, trying to smile.

“Someone has to make sure that Narnia’s needs are taken care of.” You sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to press your lips to Caspian’s forehead. “And her King seems to be stuck in bed even though it’s the middle of the day.” He groaned but leaned into your touch; fingertips replacing your lips against his skin. “Feeling any better, my King?” Caspian stared up at you with wide eyes, his face pale. Skin’s not hot.

“No.” He swallowed and you watched him wince at the action, his eyes darting away from your face and to the table next to the bed. “Water?”

"You don’t need water, Caspian. You need tea and honey and broth.” You stroked the side of his face with your knuckles, shaking your head. “You’ve been sick for two days, let me go get the doctor, let me -”

“No. I don’t need the doctor, this is just a summer cold.” His voice was growing raspier by the word and you shook your head, concerned. “My throat does…”

“See? You need medicine, Caspian. Just to be sure, just -”

“No, what I need is you to take care of me.” He fumbled with the heavy blankets, raising one hand slowly to touch your face. “I’ve been sick before.” He smiled, and you saw some of the life reenter his eyes, face smoothing out. “But I’ve never had a wife to take care of me while I was sick before.” You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to try and hide it, and were rewarded with a smile from Caspian.

“You just wanted a wife so that you had your own personal -”

“No.” He cleared his throat again, wincing once more. “No, I wanted you. Not just ‘a wife’.” You felt your chest tighten at his words. You’d been married for just under six months, and though Caspian as well as Danmair and Rantawn, plus all of the other Lords and the Council members had been easing you into your responsibilities as gently as possible, you were exhausted. Being Narnia’s Queen was overwhelming in the best possible ways, and standing side by side with Caspian made you happier than you could have ever hoped to be - but his illness had changed things.

“Well.” You leaned down, kissing him again, your lips lingering on his brow. “Be that as it may, Caspian,” you sighed, fingers working through his hair. “You need to eat, and you need some tea, and you need to listen to me when I tell you that you need to see the doctor so that we can get you back on your feet.” You sat up, Caspian’s hand on your leg, the pressure welcome. “I might be Queen, but the people are going to want their King sooner than you’d think.” You raised an eyebrow. “And I want you. You seemed better this morning when I left, what happened?” Caspian frowned and you watched his eyes narrow slightly as he thought.

“I don’t know.” He sounded truthful, and you tilted your head to the side. “I did feel better, and after you left, I got up and thought about getting dressed so that I could go for a walk, but I only…” He nodded his head in the direction of the sitting area. “I only made it to the door and then I needed to sit down.” Caspian sighed. “So I got back in bed and just…” Caspian swallowed. “Slept. All day, apparently.” He scoffed. “Some King, hmm? What would people ...”

“Caspian, you’re sick, it happens. Everyone gets sick.” You stood, feeling his hand slide off of your leg and onto the blankets. “Let me go get you food, let me get the doctor, let me -”

“Please don’t leave me alone.” He reached over, gripping your hand in a halfhearted gesture. “I’ve been alone all day, don’t leave me alone again just to go get me …” He coughed and you took a deep breath.

“Whatever you want, Caspian.” But. “But I’ll need to go and at least tell someone what you need.” He thought for a few seconds and finally nodded. “I’ll tell them to have the doctor come as quickly as possible, that way he can make a recommendation before you eat, Caspian.” You watched as Caspian settled back into the bed, his body relaxing. “But Caspian?” You closed your eyes. “No one’s going to look down on you just because you’re not feeling well.” He wrinkled his nose but didn’t reply, and you quickly turned and walked from the room, thinking. Soup, tea, toast, doctor…

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An hour later, Caspian had seen the doctor - it wasn’t a cold, but the flu, though thankfully Caspian didn’t feel nauseous, and his fever was low enough that the doctor wasn’t overly concerned. “Bed rest for another day or so, as much to drink as he can stand… broth, these tablets… he’ll be fine by the end of the week.” You and Caspian had thanked the man profusely, Caspian sitting up in the bed by the time he’d left, and you were pleased to see that he actually looked hungry, taking the bowl from your hands and finishing his dinner quickly, along with drinking a large pitcher of water as you looked on. “Feeling better, Caspian?”

“I… am, actually.” He sighed, but then smiled at you, his expression turning serious. “And I was wondering, since I’m still feeling a little weak...” Here we go. You put your own bowl down and leaned back in your chair, chewing on a hunk of bread in a way that was likely not very befitting a Queen as you watched him. “After we’ve had a little time to digest our dinner…” He leaned forward, smirking. “Will you help me take a bath?”

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#drabble prompt #king caspian x reader #king caspian imagine #drabble #writing #ificouldhelpyouforget #drabble request

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lions-and-dandelions · 7 years ago

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Ok guys, this is my first ever fic that I’ve actually posted online and my first time writing caspian! I really hope it isn’t awful... if anyone else has any requests you are more than welcome to send them in, for any of the fandoms I post about here :) it can be imagines, drabbles, asks about anything, (i’d really love to write some meta!) anything else you can think of.

this was requested by @drinix

Caspian V x reader

Even though you and Caspian had been courting for a while now, it was still so strange and wonderful, to have the honour of sitting beside the King at grand banquets such as these- it was a privilege only few in the land ever received. You had never expected to be held in such high regard.

It had been a wonderful evening so far, celebrating the King’s birthday; Cair Paravel’s largest and most beautiful hall was full of warm candlelight, loud chatter, beautiful music, and an abundance of fantastic food. And now the meal was drawing to a close; the dancing would surely begin soon.

King Caspian drained another goblet of wine and turned to smile at you again; he looked very handsome with his cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes bright.

“Have I told you yet how beautiful you look tonight, [your name]?” He asked.

You laughed in response. “Yes, a few times.” You had been counting- eight now.

“Oh, well good! I thought you should know.” Under his warm and loving gaze, as he uttered these words, you felt extremely happy and content. Truly, what could be better than spending such a brilliant evening with him, and being the centre of all his adoration?

You lit up as his hand came up to your face affectionately, his fingers light in your hair, his thumb soft on your cheek. Caspian wasn’t usually like this in front of other people, even though this was tame in terms of physical affection, but this seemed to be the effect the wine had on him.

“Come, let us dance.” The King stood up suddenly; the words were directed at you, but they were loud enough for others around to hear.

“It is only right that the King and his love should be the first couple on the dance floor.” Oh, what shivers of bliss the words ‘his love’ induced!

“I’d be delighted to.” You smiled as he took your arm and led you down from the dais to the open space near where the musicians were preparing to play a waltz.

His gaze was on you intensely as the two of you moved into the correct hold- the feel of his hand on your waist and the other curled round your own was so exciting. You were so close, you could feel it in his body when his breath hitched, and then released, the warmth of it brushing your face.

As the first few bars of the music began and the pair of you slipped into the movements together, everything else became a little surreal- it was all there, the colours, the light, the stirring notes of the music, but everything had a different, beautiful quality to it, as though it came from another world.

Caspian’s face moved closer to yours, and he took over your senses completely, as you felt his warmth soak through you, and his tenderness in every caress and look was extraordinary. The steps of the dance seemed to be so easy and simple with the two of you, far more so than when you had danced with any other man. You and Caspian were sharing the same rhythm, like you were riding some magnificent wave together. Your King, the seafarer...

“I really enjoy dancing with you, [your name].” Caspian whispered gently, the words just for you.

Your heart swelled as you said, “Thank you. I enjoy dancing with you too; you’re very good at it.”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” He smirked.

“You are!”

“Ever my most ardent supporter, eh?” He looked chuffed.

“Of course. Always.”

“And I yours.” Caspian said solemnly. For an exquisite moment the two of you just stared at each other, but after a few seconds the emotion overwhelmed you, and you looked away from his face to his hand holding yours.

“It’s especially surprising that you’re so steady on your feet after drinking that wine. You haven’t stepped on my toes once!” You giggled.

In response, Caspian pulled a silly face. “I haven’t had that many drinks! Only one or two...”

“Or three or four...”

“But anyway, now we just need you to stop stepping on my toes.”

Your mouth wide open in a cross between a grin and a gape, and, your eyebrows raised, you replied. “Ah, cheeky!”

He waggled his eyebrows at you, his lips descending towards your cheek. “Cheeky, cheeky!” He grinned teasingly, before kissing you lightly.

For a few seconds you both laughed at the ridiculousness of it. You held each other tight and when you both calmed and quieted, he whispered, his mouth very close to your ear and his nose just brushing your hair, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You moved away a little to look into his dark eyes. “Really? I’m the lucky one. You’re the King of a truly grand realm. You could have any girl you wanted... and yet you picked me.”

“Yes, I picked you.” He was looking at you seriously now.

It was moments like this which allowed you to believe that the miracle of Caspian loving you could be a reality. Truthfully, the moments when the two of you could be alone were few and far between- even when the king wasn’t busy with important work governing Narnia, there were so many people who demanded his time and attention. Even though you weren’t alone now, there were hundreds of people in the hall, this still felt so wonderfully intimate.

“Happy Birthday, Cas.” You whispered, as the song wound to a close. He smiled, wrapped his arms around you tightly, engulfing you in a soft embrace, and for just a second that seemed to contain years, brushed his lips over yours.

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something-tofightfor · 5 years ago

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November Drabble Event

Current as of 12/15/2019

A collection of all of the drabbles that were requested and written based on this list of Five Word Prompts

This will be updated as I finish the ones that I have already received.

Ben Barnes:

Call me now, it’s urgent

Just make sure you’ve eaten / Rise and shine [sweetheart]

Benjamin Greene

I said I love you

Billy Russo:

Time passes slower without you

Actually, I just miss you / You can’t be here now

Kick his ass for me / Zero fucks given, next please / I said I love you

You know who to call

I said I love you

John Whittaker:

You’re just so, so stupid

King Caspian:

And then everything just disappears

Please don’t leave me alone

Logan Delos:

You know who to call / Actually, I just miss you

You can’t be here now

People lie all the time

Just don’t fuck it up / So, did you miss me?

Fight me, you attractive stranger / The fuck? Who are you?

Ryan Brenner:

It’s just a cut, really

So what, you did it?

Samuel Adams:

For once, I was wrong

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something-tofightfor · 5 years ago

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His Favorite Place (Interlude)

Pairing: King Caspian x Reader

Word Count: 4000

Rating: PG-13 ...still, I think.

Author’s Note: I woke up the other day thinking of Caspian, and have been working on this all weekend. It’s a follow up to “His Favorite Place” (found on my masterlist under the July drabbles section since I *still* don’t know if linking to things hides tags). I wholeheartedly suggest reading that one first, because it explains a lot.

Tagging: I didn’t know who to tag/who would want to read this, so I just decided to throw in a few people that left feedback on the first part. If you want to be added to any future Caspian stuff, please let me know!

@the-blind-assassin-12 @its-my-little-dumpster-fire @traeumerinwitzhelden @life-is-a-melody

“No.” Caspian shook his head, mouth set in a firm line. “I will not.” Sor sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. I don’t care that this is … no.

“Your Majesty, the people are talking, and if you simply indulge Lord Holus and his wishes that you invite Lady Isath to Cair Paravel -”

“I said no,” Caspian flattened his palms on the solid wooden table, feeling the years beneath the skin of his fingertips. “I have no interest in taking a bride presented to me as a political pawn, Sor. Narnia is at peace with Calormen, there is no need.” The man, still leaning against the high back of his chair eyed Caspian thoughtfully. “Next, it will be a Lady from the Lone Islands, or Terebinthia. When does this end my Lord? I am trying to -”

“Your Majesty. Caspian.” The man closed his eyes, shaking his head. “It will end when you take a wife and give Narnians the Queen that they long for. The Kings and Queens of Old -”

“Are gone.” Caspian’s long fingers tapped on the table, head moving back and forth. “High King Peter and Queen Susan for certain, and Edmund and Lucy… that’s to be determined, but I won’t be marrying either of them.” Sor cracked a small smile. “The Narnian people will simply have to understand that forcing me to choose a wife is an impossibility.” Especially since… “The topic is no longer open for discussion. I’m late for my lesson.”

“You’re the King, Caspian.” Sor’s words wary, he continued, looking up as Caspian stood. “Your teacher will wait.” She will, but I don’t want to. “You do realize that any one of the Ladies that have been… suggested to you could educate you on their respective lands just as easily as -”

“No.” Caspian shook his head again, already nearing the door. “They’re not impartial to the history or the languages of their people.” Caspian paused, one hand on the door. “There’s always an agenda with them. Always.” Without waiting for a response, Caspian opened the door and then stepped out into the airy hallway, feet carrying him in the direction of the library. And I don’t want them to teach me.

By the time Caspian had made it to the heavy wooden doors of the library, the frown on his face had transformed into a small smile, one of his hands working through his hair. In the eight months since you’d arrived, Caspian’s opinion of the library had not changed...much. Sure, it was slightly more organized than it had been, the stacks of books on the various tables neatly tucked away onto the shelves, organized in a manner that made total sense to him and to others that searched the volumes for information. It was brighter inside as well, the curtains opened more often than not, giving better light to read and write by, but the biggest change for Caspian was that you were there every day - and that was a definite improvement.

You had welcomed Caspian’s frequent intrusions into your space, offering him a small smile or the bowing of your head as he entered for the first few weeks, a few words of conversation here and there after the first day, when you’d spoken for over an hour after Caspian had returned from his meal. As you’d gotten to know each other, Caspian slowly coaxing parts of your story out, learning about your life and family, about how you’d grown up, about why you’d been so eager for knowledge, things became even easier. It had taken only a little over a month for the two of you to become friendly, addressing each other by name when Caspian entered the room or either of you exited. Though you were always respectful of Caspian’s title, you didn’t treat him as if you were beneath him; instead, it was Caspian that had to catch himself when he began to make a joke or speak about something inappropriate for the company of a lady - at least until the beginning of the fourth month.

He pushed the door open, eyes scanning the room, and Caspian felt his smile grow as he saw you, both feet off of the ground and on the second rung of a ladder that was used to shelve the books. “Good afternoon.” Announcing his presence much more loudly than he would have had you been otherwise occupied, Caspian crossed the floor, purposely avoiding his table and heading straight for you. “Are you almost finished?” He watched as you nodded your head, one arm raised above it, a single finger pushing the books back into place. “Good, I have something to discuss with you, and I thought that today, we could continue reading about the Celestial beings -”

“Like Liliandil?” You looked down at him, a gentle smile on your face and one eyebrow raised, and Caspian’s gaze remained on it, eyes widening. “Like the woman who was also a star that you met while searching for the seven swords?” Caspian swallowed but remained silent. “Of course, Caspian. I’m not surprised you’d like to revisit that, we only…” You continued to smile at him, glancing down at your feet as you lowered herself to the floor, one of Caspian’s hands reaching out to steady you without thought. “We only covered some of the lore, and …” Once both feet were on the floor, Caspian let his hand drop to his side, still silent. “You spoke of her as if you -”

“Or,” Caspian said, interrupting. “Or we could continue this.” He gestured between the two of you, tilting his head to the side. “You, giving the King of Narnia a hard time over a single encounter that he had nearly six years ago.” He watched as you fought to keep the smile off of your face, but the glint in your eyes gave you away - as it always did. “It was an overwhelming time.” He stepped closer, hands still at his sides. “Can you blame me? I was barely more than a boy, and there she was - a beautiful woman, falling from the sky at my feet.”

“Beautiful? Perhaps you should marry her then, Caspian. I’m sure the Narnian people and even Sor would find little fault with that, even though she’s not of this world.” You held your ground and kept your tone even, but Caspian saw something in your expression as you spoke, the look in your eyes changing slightly. Enough. “It’d be easy enough to get back to her, a few weeks on the Dawn -”

“No.” He shook his head, taking another small step forward. “No, I won’t be marrying Liliandil or any other Celestial.” You blinked and Caspian finally reached out with his right hand, fingertips brushing the back of your hand. “I actually -”

“Caspian.” The word was only a whisper, and you gave a small shake of your head. “Please, let’s sit.” Using the hand that he wasn’t touching, you pointed at his table, still covered in books; the only thing that hadn’t been touched in the recent months. “You know someone will be here soon.” Gritting his teeth, Caspian nodded, pulling his hand back. “Alright.” He followed you back to the table, pulling the chair out as you gracefully dropped into it and then pushed it back in before heading to his own seat. “What would you like to know about them, Caspian?” You said his name softly, thumbing through the pages of a large book that was written in a language that he was barely beginning to understand. “The history? Marriage customs? The likelihood of -”

“Only what will keep us occupied until Sor or Zalet or Ilmen comes in and ‘checks’ on things.” He licked his lips, the frown returning to his face. “As if I am a child and they need to supervise my time with you.” You laughed, raising your eyes to his face again. “As if I would compromise your honor in the library of all places.” You laughed again,Caspian’s chest tightening at the sound, and shook your head.

“Pay attention, my King,” you murmured, eyes moving back to the pages on the table in front of you. “There’s much to learn.” He watched as you turned the book to the side, fingertip moving across the page as you began reading out loud, voice carrying through the large room. After only a few minutes - like clockwork, he thought - the door creaked back open, and both of your eyes moved toward it, watching as Sor stepped into the library, an apologetic smile on his face. You’re not sorry. Ignoring the man, Caspian returned his eyes to the book, the writing and to your voice. Hopefully he won’t stay long today.

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Later that night, Caspian had returned to his quarters in a bad mood. Sor’s presence in the library hadn’t been brief; the man had lingered for over an hour, lowering himself into a chair and reading through a book on Narnian finances until a second attendant had entered the room, informing the men that it was time for their evening meal. Custom alone had dictated that it was Caspian’s time to leave as well, and so with a sad smile on his face he’d followed the other man from the room, glancing only once over his shoulder at you, still seated at the table, knowing that you would too be taking your meal - but in a separate dining room.

The library had been deserted when he’d returned to it on his way back from dinner, and Caspian’s frustration only grew as he walked back to his rooms. As King, Caspian had learned that he’d had to pick his battles, and while he understood that the vigilance by Sor the others was for the sake of his own reputation in the long run as well as that of yours, he didn’t like it. Before, his trips to the library had been to enjoy the silence and solitude, avoiding his responsibilities for an hour here or two there, clearing his mind. Now? Now they were solely to spend time with you while you read to him or worked with him to decipher the texts written in different languages that filled the room.

Caspian paced his room, undressing slowly. Though permitted to wear more casual clothing within the confines of Cair Paravel while not on official business, the attire expected of him on land was much different than that he chose while at sea, and Caspian preferred the latter. He removed his jacket first, followed by his vest - long fingers undoing the laces before he pulled the two sides apart, shrugging it down his shoulders. Caspian sighed as he undid his belt, hanging it over the back of one of the chairs in his room, loosening the laces of his trousers, too. Finally. Free of the extra clothing, Caspian pushed his sleeves up to his elbows before reaching onto his desk for a leather strap, which he used to secure part of his hair, keeping it from falling into his eyes.

The interruption in the library hadn’t been a surprise, but the length of it? Sor knows. He must. Caspian sat at his desk, putting his face in his hands as he closed his eyes. I don’t want this. Shoulders sagging, Caspian took a deep breath, his eyes opening. I don’t want ...all of this. It had only been four months since the day that things changed, but they’d been the four most eye-opening months of his young life.

Caspian entered the library with none of his usual tact, flinging the door open and storming in after hurrying away from his Council’s chambers, where Sor and Danmair and Rantawn had advised again that he host Ladies at Cair Paravel in an attempt to find a Queen - the third such suggestion in only a matter of weeks. He barely registered the sound of the book dropping from your hand and to the floor as he hurried over to his table, sinking into the seat as he covered his face with both hands. “Damn!” Forgetting to keep his voice down, Caspian swore, fingers digging into his own scalp, long locks flowing through them.

“Caspian?” You hurried over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. “Are you alright? Do you need to see the doctor?” He registered your touch - the first time you’d touched him, but still didn’t move except to slide his hands further back on his head, groaning quietly.

“No. No doctor.” Caspian cleared his throat, taking a deep breath and collecting his thoughts. “Do you… do you ever wish that you could leave your responsibilities and just… run? Pack a bag and set off, starting over?” You didn’t reply, and although he didn’t look up, Caspian turned his head, seeing your fingers on his tunic sleeve, noticing a crescent shaped scar on your hand at the base of your thumb. “I… I do. Sometimes, I just think about leaving Cair Paravel, getting back onto the Dawn Treader and sailing away.” He paused, unsure of whether or not to continue.

“Caspian…” You sighed, stepping closer. “I did just that when I left to come here.” He finally looked up, focusing on your face. “I had a… I had a life back at home. I had a family and an estate and my father had plans for me to marry a man that was twice my age.” He watched as you swallowed, head shaking back and forth. “I wouldn’t do it, Caspian. I would have become an accessory, a … bauble on my husband’s arm, expected to be seen and not heard, expected to give him children on command, to raise them to be respectable Lords and Ladies.” Your fingers tightened on Caspian’s arm as you looked past him and into the depths of the library, eyes unfocused. “I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want that life for myself, and so at the celebration when the engagement was to be announced, I… I turned it down.”

“What?” Despite his own problems, Caspian was captivated by your story, the emotion in your voice. “You denied an engagement publicly?” Bringing a hand up to your face and pinching the bridge of your nose, you nodded. Your hand then fell from Caspian’s shoulder and he felt a surge of disappointment at the loss of contact. “Will you tell me more?”

“Of course. I haven’t…” You walked to the other side of the table, settling down and linking the fingers of your hands together. “I haven’t spoken about this to anyone, it’s my father’s greatest shame.” Caspian wanted to reach out and place his hand over yours, but he refrained, instead leaning in and waiting quietly. “My family was wealthy. Well, they still are, although I’m... “ You shook your head. “We lived in a smaller town just outside of Anvard, I believe I told you that?” He nodded - it had been one of the first things you’d talked about on the day you’d met. “I was an only child, and my father had dreams of marrying me off from the moment I was born, but as time passed, I thought that maybe things had changed, since by the time I was seventeen, there was no match made.” You shook your head, closing your eyes. “I was wrong, he was simply waiting until my intended’s first wife died.”

“No.” Mouth open, Caspian blinked furiously. “Wh… you’re serious?”

“Very.” You waved a hand absently in the air. “All of my friends were married and having families, and there I was - twenty two, alone, still virtuous, yet promised to a lord named Alem that was my father’s age.” You shut your eyes. “The day his wife died, my father came to me and informed me that the following week, my engagement would be announced at Alem’s estate - the day after he was to bury his wife, and that the wedding would take place a month after.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice filled with compassion, Caspian leaned forward, not fighting the urge to touch your hand, and as soon as his fingers found your skin, you separated your hands, allowing him to take one of them. “No one should have to -”

“No. They shouldn’t.” You smiled at him. “To make the story short, the party was held, and I was dressed and presented as I’d never been before, all for the benefit of the crowd, for the spectacle of it. He called me to his side, and announced to everyone that I was to be his… and instead of standing there and agreeing… I said no. In front of the crowd and my family and his children… I said no.” Caspian felt his lips twitching into a smile, yet tried to remain composed. “My father disowned me that night, told me that I had two days to get as many of my things as possible out of his home… and so I did. I packed a few small bags, mostly filled with books, and I set out with what little money I had.” You glanced down at your joined hands for a moment, shaking your head. “I had enough for a few nights at an inn on Rush River, though I spent two weeks sleeping outdoors as I traveled, catching rides north from kind strangers.”

Caspian listened intently as you spoke about seeing the notice for Cair Paravel’s library posted in the inn, deciding to set out for the castle without even knowing how old the job listing was, or what you would do if it had already been filled.

“I had no other option, Caspian. If the position had already been taken, I would have made do here somehow. There was work to be had, and no one… no one recognized me.” You looked down at the table again and Caspian noticed that your thumb was moving over his slowly, circling between the first two knuckles of his finger. “But it wasn’t, and I’m here now, and… I’ve probably told you too much.” You sighed. “But Caspian, you are my King, and if this is unacceptable to you - a woman not knowing her place in the -”

“Your place,” he said, shaking his head and squeezing your hand harder. “Your place is wherever your choose it to be.” He offered you a tight lipped smile. “Though my dreams of simply leaving are going to have to stay only that - dreams - you deserve happiness, not to be told who you will be happy with. I cannot leave, but knowing that you did is… it helps.” He gestured to the room around you. “This place is my future, whether I like it or not, and while I love the people of Narnia, I cannot… I will not force a woman to marry me simply to appease the public.”

“And what about you, Caspian?” He watched as you smiled at him, relief evident on your face. “Marrying you wouldn’t be a chore, but if you can’t leave and you must marry… don’t you deserve to be happy as well?” He laughed, the sound filling the room.

“I’m King, I don’t have the luxury of...” The laugh tapered off. “I just want the time to search for someone, to... “ He brought his eyes back to yours, staring into them without blinking. “I don’t want to have women presented to me as if they’re cattle.” You didn’t speak for the count of three breaths.

“Let me help you, Caspian.” You nodded, bringing your second hand to your joined ones. “In all of these books, there has to be something … something written, something… yes, you need someone to rule by your side, but why not take your time finding her?” You cocked your head to the side, grinning. “After all, you’re still so young.”

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And so in the four months since that day - since you’d told Caspian the biggest secret you had, confiding in the King in a way that no one typically did, the two of you had read through books in the library, trying to find ways to postpone the inevitable. Caspian was encouraged with the fact that there was no law commanding that he take a wife within a specific time frame, that there was no decree that he have a Queen by his side… but that didn’t stop those around him from trying.

Unfortunately in that time as well, you and Caspian had grown closer, the hours spent with you in the library his favorite parts of each week. He’d kissed you twice, the first time a gentle peck on the lips after you’d taken a break from reading a few weeks after you’d first confided in him, trading stories about your formative years. He’d been surprised to learn that you’d never been kissed - and with your permission - had rectified that, hands gripping your upper arms gently as he’d pressed his lips against yours before pulling back and joking about the fact that anyone that kissed you in the future would have to compete with a King.

The second kiss had been during a moment when Caspian - worked up about yet another potential bridal suggestion from Sor - had stormed into the library, finding you stacking books onto a desk. That kiss had not been brief, and though he’d apologized profusely after pulling away from you, watching the light from the fading afternoon sun reflecting in your eyes, you’d just stared at him wordlessly, one hand moving up so that you could touch his lips, a fingertip catching on his bottom one before you’d both started laughing, arms going around each other.

The unfortunate part of your getting closer was that while Caspian had an idea that the feelings he had for you were returned, you were still focused on poring over the books, on finding him a way out of getting married until he absolutely needed to. Sor and his advisors were hellbent on finding Caspian a Queen from a seemingly never-ending line of noblewomen that he was expected to grow to love at the expense of the Crown, and yet he was almost certain that he’d found a woman that he was falling for without any assistance. Though he didn’t care about your ‘disgrace’, that you brought nothing into a marriage aside from yourself and your knowledge, he knew that part of you was still ashamed at your actions, no matter how comfortable you felt with each other, or how well the two of you got along.

The reason that there had only been those two kisses was that after Caspian’s response to entertaining potential matches had become flat out denial, Sor had begun to question Caspian’s time in the library, unwilling to believe that he was simply doing what both of you had told him he was: learning. You were a good teacher, an even better researcher - and best of all, you were a good friend to Caspian, something that he desperately needed. You didn’t ask anything of him except for honesty, and that’s why he was so upset with the outcome of the day’s meeting: he was ready to let you know that he officially wanted to court you, and hadn’t had the time alone to do so.

It was fully dark outside by the time Caspian stood up from his desk,stepping over to the balcony of his room and opening the door fully to step outside onto it. As King, Caspian’s suite spanned an entire wing of the castle, with some rooms opening up to the sea and others - like his bedroom - opened up onto the castle’s grounds, overlooking the orchards and sprawling lawns. The view was often enough to comfort him, but that night, Caspian was preoccupied to the point that he almost missed the flickering firelight off in the distance - a lantern disappearing into the darkness in the direction of the apple orchard. Oh. Feeling himself smile, Caspian squinted his eyes, trying to watch the progress of the flames, but they quickly faded from view. There’s only one person that would be going into the orchard at this time of night. Before he could stop himself, Caspian had turned from the balcony, striding back into his room and pulling his jacket back on.

The library might have been his favorite place in Cair Paravel, but the orchard was yours.

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2019 writing recap!

I’ve seen a couple of people do this, and it seems like a fun way to go back through what I’ve done this past year in terms of writing + give some recognition to the other talented people in this fandom.

Answers under the cut because it’s long! (Everything is linked because SCREW YOU TUMBLR)

favorite fic you wrote this year: I have two favorites.

1. Neon Lights, which started out as a prompt request based on a song, and has spawned 100,000 words via the stories, the HCs and the random character asks… and has given me a much better understanding of Ryan Brenner as a character.

2. You’re all going to be super surprised at this…. But it’s Here Comes the Sun, because it gave me a chance to write Logan in a VERY different way than I did with Tonight… and seeing him wholly happy is so nice.

least favorite fic you wrote this year: The First of Many, which was my one foray into writing for Frank/Karen… and I killed Billy in it, so that was a disaster.

favorite line/scene you wrote this year: A few of the ones that stick out to me:

Neon Lights, chapter 4: “Hey, I’m listening to what you’re sayin’, but if it’s alright, I’m gonna kiss you now.” The words were quiet, his voice a little hoarse. Yes, God, yes. You reached up with the arm that he wasn’t holding on to and touched his hair while you nodded, and then his lips met yours. You sighed into the kiss, and unless you were imagining things, he did too. It was brief, but when he pulled away he was smiling. “I’ve wanted to do that since yesterday.”

Take a Sip, part 2: “Caspian?” You met his eyes and he saw that you were trying to hold it together. “Will you help me get this dress off, please?” He moved quickly, pulling you to your feet and unlacing the front of your dress, fingers shaking as he untied the strings. His hands moving to your shoulders, he squeezed them before turning you gently around, undoing the buttons on the back of your dress - so much like he had the first night he’d ever touched you, the dress falling to your waist and then to the floor, revealing a shift beneath it. “Thank you, my King.”

He heard the tears in your voice and blinked back his own as he lowered his head, pressing his lips to the bare skin of one shoulder and then the other, fingers gathering your hair to lift it and expose more of you to him. But you didn’t let him linger as you turned, giving him a small smile as you reached forward, pushing the jacket off of his shoulders and waiting until he’d shrugged it off before moving to help him remove his vest. Neither of you spoke, but he knew what you were thinking - that it could be the last time you touched each other, the last time…

Remember What You Told Me, part 2: When Logan and Reader confront William in the bar... it was so damn satisfying.

He’s Not Here (Interlude): History: This was such a fun scenario to write because... why would Billy ever think that someone would need him to take care of them when they’re sick? I loved exploring this side of him, and helping him learn that it was OK to open up.

total number of words you wrote this year: Based on adding up everything on my Masterlist pages + including the word count of the HNH file… 620,000 words… and that doesn’t include anything that I’ve got a few paragraphs of in WiP files, the HCs or the character asks that I’ve done.

That’s …. 1557 pages in a typical novel…. So basically, because I love writing, I wrote FIFTEEN HUNDRED PAGES WORTH OF WORDS. Yikes.

most popular fic this year: People have really seemed to connect with He’s Not Here, and that makes sense, because it’s my longest running series and Billy’s... been given a chance to be different, which is always nice to write and read about.

Exit Row was also super popular.

But the most popular single post of 2019 for me? Billy Russo’s NSFW alphabet.

least popular fic this year: Tonight, which disappoints me, because I love it. I get that it’s a little dark, but... it was necessary, because Logan’s not perfect.

And Neon Lights/Just a Place… which is super disappointing, because it’s Ryan and everyone should love him.

longest completed fic you wrote this year: Neon Lights ended up being 60,000 words.

shortest completed fic you wrote this year: All of the drabbles that I wrote in March are super short (I think they averaged about 700 words) … but I think that “On the Spot” is the shortest thing I’ve ever written at 500 words EXACTLY.

longest wip of the year: He’s Not Here… which is currently (after 20 chapters) at 82,000+ words - for the main story.

shortest wip of the year: Hmm… I’m thinking that this is PROBABLY the second part of Ink, which has been sitting in my WiP folder since September, and is only about 200 words long right now.

favorite character to write about this year: This is a very unfair question, because I love all of my characters and stories, but...I honestly, (and this will come as no surprise) loved writing Logan the most in all forms. There’s so much that can be done with his character, and exploring it has been a LOT of fun for me.

favorite writing song/artist/album of this year: I wrote LOT while listening to the “Feeding the Wolves” album by 10 Years (it’s GREAT for Billy). I also think that I wrote almost all of Neon Lights while listening almost exclusively to acoustic guitar covers of songs that had NOTHING to do with the story.

a fic you didn’t expect to write: I never thought I’d write Caspian, and here we are, 6 chapters later + a follow up with His Favorite Place.

fic(s) you completed this year: I don’t even know, it’s got to be close to 40, maybe more with all of the prompt requests and all that. It doesn’t seem like that many, but I just scrolled through my masterlist, so I guess it must be.

fics you’ll continue next year: Just a Place. He’s Not Here. Here Comes the Suniverse. Ben/Reader Exit Row universe… so many.

current number of wips: Too many. At least 15. It’s insane.

any new fics to start next year: There’s one for sure that I want to write ASAP because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it for like a solid week and a half.

most memorable comment/review: I love each and every single one of you that takes the time to comment - or even to message me and keysmash - but I think that the handwritten comments from @its-my-little-dumpster-fire and @the-blind-assassin-12 are some of my favorites (and I’m sure those of you that have also received them will agree) .... it’s just overwhelming to me. And so is hearing that I overwhelmed you, or made you smile, or that you felt like you were IN the story. I am shit at replying to every single comment, but I try my best, and I can’t thank you enough for all of your kind words and encouragement.

events you participated in this year: I participated in zero events aside from the ones that I set up for myself when I asked people for requests.

fics you wanted to write but didn’t: There’s Logan story that I’ve been sitting on since last December (I remember wrapping presents and contemplating it) … there’s a Logan one shot that I want to write and don’t want to write at the same time. I have a Caspian story that is ITCHING to be written, and might be one of the first things I write in 2020.

favorite fic you read this year:

Death of a Bachelor by @delos-mio: Logan Delos X Reader ... and it’s a RIDE.I vividly remember pulling my phone out in between bands at a concert to read the most recent chapter and I can’t wait for her to finish it

With Courage by @halfwit-halfblood : Caspian x OC, and it features one of the strongest and most relatable OCs that I have ever read in my life. I am absolutely sucked in every new chapter.

By Design by @luminex3: Billy Russo x Reader... and it’s literally everything that I could ever ask for in a non-canon Billy, because he’s still Billy, but he’s much less of an idiot than the REAL Billy. And her details? The dedication to her characters? It was BEAUTIFUL.

... there were so many others, if you want more suggestions, please feel free to ask, because I have so many favorites.

a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read:

‘Deed I Do by @its-my-little-dumpster-fire: John Whittaker x Reader .... and it’s PERFECT. And it’s spawned so many fun companion pieces. (PARTICULARLY ‘My Private Affair’... which literally KILLED ME.

Oblivion by @the-blind-assassin-12: Logan Delos x Reader... and it’s a lot to handle, but it shows just how strong Logan could truly be if he was given the chance/motivation

A Familiar Face by @illshowyourhurricanes/ @suchatinyinfinity: Ryan Brenner x Reader... and it shows why the simple moments are the most important. Her Ryan is so thoughtful, and I just love him.

number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year: I liked a LOT of stories on Tumblr. A ton, in fact. A literal fuckton. I read a lot this year.

favorite fanfic author of the year: It’s really unfair to make me choose a favorite, so I’ll list some that I truly enjoy in no particular order:

@halfwit-halfblood

@delos-mio

@the-blind-assassin-12

@its-my-little-dumpster-fire

@madamrogersstorytelling

@logans-chestnuts

#end of the year #writing #reflections #i wrote a lot #recommendations #my friends are talented #masterlist #fanfic answers #2019 in review

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