#prince capsian

[mountkennedie]

Siren

Prince Caspian x mermaid!reader

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

warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"As are you, dear prince."

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

[brave-and-gentle]

omg! okay, EB that Caspian post. dare I say....Jean as Prince Caspian??

um, yes??? absolutely??? first of all, i love that absolutely anything makes us think about jean lmao.

and second oooo the possibilities, i see it with the hair!! jean would do well in royalty lolol. i am a simple woman, i just want jean kirstein dressed in his finery to ask me to dance at the ball - or watch him challenge an enemy to a dual!! then sweep me off my feet, eeep.

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

Some more random dndads thoughts for you all :]

Lark is a guy in the same way prince capsian and sirius black is and I will stand by that.

Erin O Neil is so sapphic coded.

Grant and Marco. Grant and Marco- *falls of the titanic*

[sparklewrites1]

I'm gonna write a modern! Prince capsian x reader fic where they have the relationship dynamic of daffy duck and bugs bunny in the 2011 version of the looney tunes show.

I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna execute it, but imma do it.

[aethramusings]

there was an odd pang of . . guilt , perhaps ? that surged through the womans body as she saw the prince leave . had she been too harsh ? too curt with her rejection ? no , no - it had to be done . she had no time to sit and stir about what the best way to go about the interaction would have been . the thought of the nightmare from moments before was already lingering on the edges of her mind , begging to be attended to .

after a restless night of sleep took over , the queen rose rather early . the sun peaked through sheer drapes , and elsa seemed to give up on falling into deeper slumber at that point , fixing her hair into a low bun as she adjusted the curtains .

her maid seemed a bit surprised by elsa emerging from her chambers the moment that she was lifting a closed hand to knock , despite this being common practice .

" god morgen , marit . " she greeted , her voice smooth - as if she weren't currently straining against her bodies cry for more rest . " have you seen prince capsian , by any chance ? "

taken aback by the question , the maid quickly shook her head . she waited until the queen was out of sight to allow her imagination to run wild , and while elsa might have thought better against asking such a direct question , she was far more concerned with making amends with the prince .

she found herself outside his chambers , internally disputing with herself on whether or not she should risk waking him up , before a petite fist rose to plant a few gentle knocks on the wooden exterior , just to see if she might get a response .

maybe he overstepped her boundaries a little. upon hearing that, the prince decided maybe tomorrow would be better. “ i am sorry your majesty, perhaps tomorrow we can go for a stroll.” the werewolf says. he made a small smile.

he decided that yes, his offer before was extremely not needed. caspian stood up and he dipped his head. it was getting late, and the prince just wanted some rest. he dipped his head. “ maybe turning on the lights might help you. it helps me.” he says. the wolf heads for the door. he opened it slowly. he closes her door .

the guards might see this as a strange thing to do. the wolf headed to his guest room and maybe hoped that the queen will be okay.

[soyoungandhopeless]

I know its my own fault for never reading the books, but why the HELL did no one tell me the Pevensie siblings DIE!

Why did I have to learn this dreadful fact from a goddamn TIKTOK EDIT! I’m crying and throwing up! It’s over for me!!!!!

[swordofpevensie]

King Caspian The Seafarer

[trumpkinhotboy]

I have officially begun writing about some kind of analysis and explanation of a certain charcater in Narnia and it gets me in my feeeeeeeels lol 🥲

This is a character I have never felt really close to, but as I’m writing this analysis, I realize it really hits home

Can’t wait to share it ! I hope we can have a conversation about it:)

[art-of-narnia]

Little Narnia Character Watercolors by IvyDoodleDandy

Artwork found here.

[isolemnlyswearpevensie]

Songs that remind me of Narnia characters

Edmund Pevensie

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

Peter Pevensie 

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

Susan Pevensie 

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

Lucy Pevensie

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

Prince/King Caspian 

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

[mountkennedie]

Slide 'Neath the Waves

King Caspian x mermaid!reader

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

Warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

~

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

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

~

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

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

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

~

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

He only furrowed his eyebrows in defeat and nodded yes.

~

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

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

~

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

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

[inkandpen22]

Otherworldly Kings and Queens (10/10) Peter version

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Female!Reader/ Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader Warnings: emotional ending but happy! Word Count: 2.8k Part Summary: As the Pevensies time in Narnia comes to an end, Y/N must decide. There isn’t just one question that needs to be answered... who will Y/N pick? Will Y/N really consider staying in Narnia? A/N: And with that one of my first series comes to an end... it’s both exciting yet sad at the same time as I’ve had so much fun writing it. Thank you to everyone who’s followed the series! I appreciate you so much! SOOOO emotional! I never thought of writing both versions of the ending BUT I’m so glad I did so thank you to whoever suggested it!!! I envisioned Y/N picking Caspian, but this ending is gold :) 

Masterlist 

The whole Talmarine kingdom, as well as Narnians, have gathered in the courtyard for the ceremony. Aslan has made the decision to allow some Talmarines to leave Narnia if they choose. Apparently, Talmarines are like the Pevensies and myself I suppose, they're from our world. They traveled to Narnia centuries ago by accident and made a home here. Caspian speaks to his people with such ease as he encourages them to consider the offer. He's a natural-born leader. He's meant to be Narnia's future king. As I come to this conclusion, I take Peter's hand beside me. He glances down at me, having not expected the action. Nonetheless, he gives my hand a comforting squeeze and offers me a gentle smile of reassurance.

"Are you alright?" He questions in a whisper with a tad of worry resting on his brows.

"I just... when we got here I would've done anything to go back home. Now that the war is over and Miraz is gone, I've come to realize I'm quite fond of Narnia," I explain my predicament.

Peter chuckles lightly, pleased with the news considering how much he adores this place. "I always hoped you would. Whenever I told you about Narnia, I wished I could've shown it to you. I'm glad you came with us this time. Now you understand," he reasons.

General Glozelle and Miraz's wife, Prunaprismia, volunteer first with her baby. In honor of their bravery, Aslan blesses them with a good future. The pair walk toward the tree that Aslan has made part in half. Everyone watches in awe the General and former Queen disappear in a blink. My lips part in astonishment. I don't think I'll ever get used to magic. Gasps fall across the crowd and people begin to question Aslan's intentions. They fear this is all a trick.

Peter slips his hand from mine and steps forward. "We'll go," he volunteers us.

"We Edmund frowns, sharing my expression.

"Wait, what?" I express rather rashly.

In my defense, it's justified. Peter never asked for my opinion. He's deciding for me. Aslan... Aslan made it out to seem as though I had a choice, as though we all would have at least some more time here. "Come on. Our time's up," Peter tells me solemnly, but an ounce of hope lingers in his tone. "After all... we're not really needed here anymore," he determines while approaching Caspian to offer him his sword.

"I will look after it until you return," Caspian assures Peter confidently.

"I'm afraid that's just it," Susan interjects beside me. "We're not coming back."

"We're not?" Lucy pouts with concern.

"You two are," Peter predicts, glancing between Aslan and his youngest sister. "At least, I think he means you two."

"But why?" Lucy struggles to comprehend the purpose behind this news, as do I. "Did they do something wrong?"

"Quite the opposite, Dear One," Aslan voices. "Your brother and sister have learned what they can from this world. Now it's time for them to live on their own." Aslan comforts each of us with his wisdom.

Though, frankly, I'm finding it hard to swallow this harsh pill. But all things have their time.

"It's all right, Lu," Peter tries to ease Lucy's mind as he takes her hand gently. "It's not how I thought it would be...but it's all right."

Peter directs his attention to me and holds out his free hand for me to take. "One day you'll see, too. Come on."

He offers me a weak smile, not one that shows genuine happiness, but contentment. I ease my hand out to glide it into his, but something stops me. A feeling in my chest telling me not to settle as Peter as with his decision. I shift my head toward Aslan to ask the lion directly. "And what about me?"

My patience is growing thin. All this back-and-forth yet I haven't heard a concrete answer about where I belong. Aslan is constantly confusing me with his tricky wording. One minute he makes me believe that finding him wasn't my purpose for coming here and the next he's telling Peter that his time here is over. I belong where Peter is, I always have. If his purpose is in our world... then so is mine. Then, does that mean I'm like Edmund and Lucy? Am I destined to return in the future? How far in the future? Narnian time is different from ours, who knows how many years will pass before we're here again. It could be another thousand years in Narnian time. "Your course is not as clear-cut as theirs," Aslan states with uncertainty. "You still have much to learn from here, as do Edmund and Lucy. Going back means one day, you will return, as will they."

"So I am to go back," I hope to clarify.

All I want is an answer, to know my path.

"Returning to your world will bring you back here someday, yes, that is a course you may take," Aslan nods calmly.

So, after all this time, after all the back-and-forth, Aslan is guiding me toward Peter. He made it sound as though I had to make this life-altering decision. The first few days we were here, I would've given anything to go back home. I never wanted to be in Narnia. Now that I have my chance to get out and everyone is rushing me out the door, I'm digging my heels into the dirt begging for a moment's pause. All this time Aslan has been pressing me to make a decision, why do I feel as though he's making it for me? It's suffocating.

I glance between Aslan and Peter nervously. Aslan wears his usual gentle and patient smile while Peter is confused with furrowed brows. His hand remains out to me, lingering for mine to join it. I whip my head around and my eyes land on Caspian. His features fall as he comes to terms with my departure. I approach the future King solemnly. All I can keep thinking is 'more time! More time! If only we had more time!' I can't visualize who the 'we' is exactly. When I say it, all I can think of is the riverbank in the forest. I see myself lying beside the river in the plush green, flower-covered, grass. The warmth of the golden sun scatters over my skin. I spent time with both Peter and Caspian there. What I would give to return to those moments. Whether I'm hoping it's with Peter or Caspian, I can't see. Each of them matters to me, on what level I can't decide.

"I'm glad I came," I tell Caspian whole-heartedly.

"I wish we had more time together," the prince sighs, taking my hands in his.

His hands are warm. Mine are always cold. I never noticed that before now. I'll miss that.

"I'm not entirely sure I belong here," I confess timidly, still unsure of my thoughts and Aslan's advice.

"Why not?" Caspian frowns as if my words are nonsense.

"I’m not of this world and if the Pevensies are 1,300 years older than you so am I," I shrug with a hint of a smile as I comprehend how old I am. I'm not a Narnian or a monarch of Narnia. Aslan said I was meant to come here with the Pevensies, but our time is up and I've yet to find this purpose he speaks so much about.

Caspian expresses a faint smile, amused by my humor, but too solemn to fully be happy. Both of us pull the other into an embrace. The words continue to repeat in my mind. 'More time! More time! If only we had more time!' I feel as though I'm standing on the edge of the cliff overlooking a deep trench and I'm stuck wondering whether I should jump. Caspian and I part from one another. It's painful. I feel safe with him, more secure and understood than I ever have before. I don't want to let go, but at the same time, I'm yearning to cling to Peter.

Peter meets me halfway and wraps an arm around my waist, leading me toward the tree trunk. The Pevenesies begin toward the tree as well, ready to go on.

"It’ll be okay," Peter whispers in my ear as he brings me into his side.

I feel safe here with him. Peter is home for me. For years, he's been my rock, my strength. Through the war, losing my dad, through all the bad, Peter has been my guiding light.

He continues to comfort me. "Everything will be as if we-"

"Peter, no wait... " I shake my head as my steps come to a halt.

It takes a second for Peter to react. He comes to a halt a few steps ahead of me. Turning over his shoulder, he gives me a confused look.

"I can’t go back," I voice, but my volume is weak. "At least not yet... not until I know that I've done what I must do."

"What do you mean?" He frowns.

"I... I think I’m still needed here..." I stammer with uncertainty. "At least... At least that’s what I think Aslan means. He speaks like a fortune teller and it’s confusing!"

Peter switches his now crossed expression from me to the lion. "Aslan, is that true?"

"Y/N’s future is not set in stone as your four’s is in history. She has known that she has to decide her course of action for some time. The clock is dwindling," Aslan explains steadily, looking to me to decide.

Lucy steps forward from behind Peter. "You mean you have to stay here?"

"It means I have a choice," I do my best to word it less harshly to the little one. "Staying here or coming again later. I’m assuming the next time will be with you and Edmund. Either way, I’m needed here. I just know it." I try to explain, but how do I explain a feeling?

"Neither choice is wrong," Aslan injects as he moves to stand beside Peter and me. "Going back to your world would mean you would return with Edmund and Lucy. After that, your life will be as you've always envisioned with who you envisioned. Staying here would be as you've envisioned as well," Aslan explains, giving me a knowing look. "You will prosper in both worlds, in whichever you decide."

Does Aslan know that I haven't been able to stop thinking about the riverbank? Is that what he's referring to? Does he mean that if I stay in Narnia I'll be with Caspian? If I return to England Peter and I will be together? Choosing a world also means choosing between Peter and Caspian.

"But why?" Lucy pouts.

"I don’t know," I struggle to say as my eyes begin to well up.

"I do," Peter voices.

"What?" I mutter.

"I didn’t understand it at first, but Aslan told me something earlier today. He said, ‘as much as we wish we could, sometimes we can’t choose who we love, the world chooses for us.’ You’re needed here. This is why you were brought here with us. When Caspian called for us with the horn, he unknowingly was calling to you as well."

I switch my gaze between Caspian and Peter frantically. Both of them meet my gaze with eagerness, wondering what I'll choose, as does everyone else.

"So I will return with Lucy and Edmund in the future if I go home?" I clarify with Aslan, hoping for a direct answer.

"Yes, if that's what you decide, Child," he nods.

I press my lips together as my throat becomes strained from holding back tears. "Peter I- "

"It’s okay," he assures me as his hand glides up to cup my cheek. "Everything is as it should be."

I can tell he's doing his best to stay strong for my sake. Tears flow from his eyes silently and the sight pierces my heart.

"If this is how it should be, why does it hurt so much?" I mutter, my tone shaky with emotion.

Peter shakes his head as his eyes become glossy. "It won’t forever. We’ll both grow and find that which we were destined to. I always thought we would find that together," he chuckles softly, it's bitter-sweet. "But this is right," he speaks with certainty.

"But I’ll never see you again," I comprehend the harsh reality of it all. "I... I don't want that! I can't imagine my life without you in it! You've always been there and I... haven't I lost enough people already? How many more goodbyes must I say?"

"We mustn’t think like that. One day we'll be together again!" Peter thinks optimistically.

This isn't fair. None of this is fair! In choosing Narnia, in choosing a different life for myself, I'm losing my best friend. I'm losing the one person who kept me going, who gave me a reason to survive.

"I love you," I cry.

Peter grins at my words, a faint and joyful chuckle escapes between his teeth. "And I’ve always loved you, perhaps I always will. We’ll never lose that, even across worlds."

I nod repeatedly, holding onto every syllable. I pray and hope, that he's right. Peter pulls me into his chest and I wrap my arms around him for dear life. I grip the fabric of his loose shirt in my fists. His hand cradles my head as he plants a kiss on my forehead.

Do the ones we love ever truly leave us? Is the memory of them strong enough to keep us going in their absence? I doubt a day will pass by where Peter doesn't cross my mind or any of the Pevensies for that matter.

Now that our time has officially run out, I say my goodbyes to each of the Pevensies. I'm not just saying goodbye to Peter's siblings, each of them has become family to me. Lucy and Susan cry with me as the three of us hug each other. Edmund does his best not to show emotion, but I can see behind his stone-hard expression that he's holding back. His tight embrace is enough evidence as well.

When the moment comes for the Pevensies to return to London, I hold onto Peter's hand as I approach the tree with them. His siblings walk a step ahead as Peter walks backward to face me. Until the last second, we hold on.

"Someday," I nod, as though I'm making a promise that one day we'll see each other again.

He nods, agreeing to the vow. "Someday."

Our hands begin to slip as Peter backs away toward the cliff between the tree halves and my breath hitches in my throat. I stare into his sea-glass eyes and the seconds travel rapidly by. In a blink, he's gone, disappeared from my world.

A gasp escapes my lips at the sight. My arm falls to my side as tears glide down my cheeks. My heart sinks as reality hits me that I'll never see Peter ever again as long as we're alive. An arm wraps around my waist, supporting me. Caspian appears in my peripheral vision as my eyes remain locked on the open space beneath the tree.

"It’ll be okay," he reassures me as he rubs his hand up and down my back.

I swallow hard, my face becomes blank other than the tears falling down my cheeks. A deep sense of emptiness consumes me inch by inch starting from my heart.

"As long as you've done what's right by your conscious and your heart, you could never be wrong, Dear One," Aslan advises smoothly.

I stare ahead at the tree, waiting for Peter to reappear though I know he'll never come. Have I done wrong? If this is what's meant to happen, why does it hurt so much? This is agony.

Caspian tries to usher me away, "come, Y/N, we can go back to-"

"No!" I blurt out suddenly, making him halt.

My eyes search the tree in a panic and then I turn to Caspian. "I'm sorry... I... I can't do this!"

The prince's features fall as he processes my words. "But..."

"I'm so sorry Caspian," I cry. "I love Narnia and I'm so glad that we've met but..." I glance over at the empty space where Peter last stood with a deep sigh. "I don't think I can be truly happy here if a piece of me is elsewhere."

Caspian swallows hard, clenching his jaw to withhold his emotions. "You love him," he determines.

Knowing that in choosing Peter I'm hurting Caspian is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Yet, it wasn't until Peter vanished from my sight did I come to realize that the answer to my million questions was right there in front of me this whole time. It's Peter, it's always been, Peter.

I lean up and plant a kiss on Caspian's lips, one last kiss. He deepens the kiss and it's a bitter-sweet farewell. When we part, he wraps his arms around me in an embrace. I wrap my arms around him tightly, holding onto the hope that Aslan is right and one day we may see each other again.

"One day," I mutter against his chest. "One day I hope we're reunited."

Caspian parts from me and expresses a weak smile as he brushes his hand against my cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. "I'll count the days until your return."

“I pray it’s soon,” I confess. “I fear I’ll miss you more than I can bare.” 

In choosing Peter, I lose Caspian. In choosing Caspian, I lose Peter. Neither choice is painless. 

I glance toward the lion, "so am I right about this?"

I can’t leave without being sure. 

"You were never wrong," he smiles.

I switch my gaze to Trumpkin, the crowd of Narnians, and Telemarines. All of them await my next move. Swiftly, I plant a kiss on Caspian's cheek, preparing to rush after the Pevensies. I turn toward the tree with a smile, knowing in my heart this is right. I turn my back to the tree and begin to back away from Caspian as Peter did to me. I hold onto the Prince's hand until the last moment. Our fingertips barely touching.

"Goodbye for now," I phrase lightheartedly with a soft grin.

"Farewell-"

Caspian's words are cut short as my vision changes from the courtyard to a chaotic train station. I'm standing in the middle of the platform as people move about me. The peace of the courtyard is replaced with deafening noise. I blink rapidly, piecing together what's happened. I glance down at my clothes and I'm in my school uniform again. My hair wisps around as a train flies through the station. I'm back, I'm back in London! Peter. I need to find him!

Frantically, I shift between people, rushing through the station to find the Pevensies. They have no idea I'm here. It'll be like a needle in a haystack with everyone dressed in the same uniforms. Perhaps they're where we left for Narnia, by the bench! As the idea pops into my mind, I begin to run. I scan each head, each face, all looking for one. Then, in a flash, I spot the blonde speckled hair I've been longing to see. Peter paces in front of the bench, his eyes on the floor and his hand rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks are red and his eyes bloodshot. His sisters and brother are huddled together by the bench, likely discussing their departure and my decision to stay. Little do they know...

"Peter!" I shout impulsively.

Peter whips his head around, searching the crowd for me. His glossy eyes are wide with surprise and his lips are parted. The other Pevensie children appear just as shocked. Then, he finds me. Amongst the crowd and chaos, his sea-glass eyes that I've been longing to see again since the moment he left have found me.

"Y/N?" He mouths breathlessly.

Peter begins to shove through the crowd, leaving his stunned siblings behind. I glide between bodies, excusing myself along the way. The seconds feel like hours as the distance dwindles but feels miles long. All I keep thinking is 'get to him! Get to him!' Before, I envisioned the riverbank. I longed for it. I couldn't see who was with me there in my visions until now, Peter. We were at peace, happy even. I believed the whole reason behind my want for those moments was to stay in Narnia. Yet, I've come to realize that it doesn't matter where I am, as long as it's with Peter.

In an instant, Peter's arms wrap around me and he frantically cradles my head, pressing it to his chest for dear life. He parts from me, cupping my face with astonishment.

He shouts, "what are you-"

Ignoring his words, I press my lips to his. Since the moment he disappeared all I wanted was to be with him again. At first, he's taken aback by my action, but after a second he comes to kiss me back. He cups my cheek and deepens the kiss. It’s salty, a mixture our of tears coming together. The world around us goes silent and nothing else matters. Despite everything, the war, the pain, the loss, this is where I'm meant to be. We part only to catch our breath.

"You came back?" He pants, lingering inches from my face. Now, tears of joy fall from his eyes. "But you're needed in Narnia! Aslan even said-"

"Destiny is a funny thing I've come to realize," I chuckle lightly with joy. "Everyone always speaks of it as though it must be an action or place. What if it's a person?"

The edge of his lips curl upward with pleasure, yet his brows scrunch together in confusion. "What happened to someday? You had the chance to be Queen! Grow old in Narnia! Caspian..."

"I was standing there, milliseconds after you left and I realized that none of it made any sense!" I explain breathlessly. "My world wouldn't be my world without you in it. Life wouldn't be worth living."

He gleams, overjoyed at my words. "So it's me?!"

"Oh silly boy, it's always been you," I giggle lightheartedly.

Peter releases a breathless laugh, emotional yet over the moon. He nods and swiftly brings his lips back to mine, holding my face in his hands longingly. No matter the world or time, I will follow him anywhere.

It's him. It's always been, Peter. Now, we have forever.

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Daises & Lions | Title Series | King Caspian I, The Conqueror

[starsarewishesindisguise]

look i will be the first to admit that the narnia films aren't perfect but gods if prince caspian didn't do an absolutely incredible job at capturing some of the intense bittersweetness and nostalgia associated with the idea of kings and queens returning to their lands thousands of years later in the bodies of children?? which is a premise that makes me go absolutely feral and lewis did not do enough with but, like, the scene where they stand in the ruins of their castle and realise how much time must have passed? "you were older then"??? the whole scene where they arrive at aslan's how and the pevensies walk together slightly ahead of capsian??? the paintings of them on the wall that have clearly been there for ages, the way that mr tumnus's lullaby plays whilst the camera zooms in on the painting of them? the history book that has them in it?? the ending scene, with regina spektors absolutely iconic song?? the brilliant juxtaposition of their childhood in london and adventures in narnia?? just i cannot express enough how much this movie makes me feel things

[randominagines]

Lucy: So, yesterday princesses and princes from all the realms came for the ball. Did you like someone?

Caspian: Not really...

Susan: What about y/n?

Capsian: What? No.

Edmund: You danced with y/n all the time.

Caspian: Well, I love dancing...

Peter: So you're saying you don't have a crush?

Caspian: Not at a--

Y/n: *walking past them* Good morning, Your Majesties. *softly smiling while looking at Caspian*

Caspian: *looking at you and blushing* G-good morning, Y/n. *bowing*

Lucy: *whispering* he's a liar.

Edmund: *chuckling and nodding*

[littlewitty]

Alairie Persu

Chapter 6

I had been left mortified. My dreams were mortifying. Nothing in the world could have embarrassed me more than that moment. The morning came around far too quickly. I had now recognised that the morning was when I heard the footsteps of Clavis entering the dungeon. However, there was another. Not only was there Clavis’ unforgettable strides which hinted at torment and annoyance, but it was paired with another’s. These strides knew not of rhythm. They seemed slow and spaced, every tap causing me to subconsciously prepare myself. Soon enough, they both reached my cell.

“You’ve been way too kind to her. You’re a fool, Clavis.” His voice was dominance itself.

It was the very thunder booming from the skies. It was the growl or a tiger which had sealed its prey. Looking up, I recognised those cold blue eyes instantly. It was the man I had run straight into yesterday. “The only way you get information out of people like this is torture.”

“We cannot torture her. The marks would show which would raise questions.”

“We can, in places that won’t be seen. Her back, feet, and legs.” His blonde hair only made his glorious shine even more witchy. “You. Get up now.” He ordered. I instantly did as he said. He was nothing like Clavis. Around him, I actually felt frozen to the spot.

“Ahh, we haven’t introduced you. Alairie, this is the Brutal Beast, Chevali-”

“I have no interest in introductions with a criminal.” I didn’t need anymore. The ‘Brutal Beast’ was too well known as a nickname. He was Chevalier Michael, the Second Prince of Rhodolite and the only legitimate child of the King and Queen. They both entered the cell. Beastie made quick work of tying rope about my arms and legs. They suspended me in a way which began to cause extreme muscle pain. I kept my tongue still. I would never show weakness.

“What do you know about the scheme?” Honestly, nothing. I had never heard of any scheme. The questions kept rolling, more and more severe punishments preceded them. I could feel my heart in my head. The noises. The pressure of the beating. The throbbing of the pain. I wouldn’t be broken. The more I didn’t answer, the tighter the ropes got. I kept my mouth shut. They wouldn’t have believed me, anyway. The restraints burned like fire. My legs and shoulders ached and grew stiff. It felt like my muscles and tendons were being folded alive. Like a rubber band, they snapped and pinged more pain every now and then. Soon, Clavis started the questions. He kept back, never participating in the tormenting.

“Why did you join the drug trade?” Like I was going to tell him. Not even my best friend, Capsian, knew the full details. It wasn’t relevant information. Beastie had changed tactics. Now he began to hold my head underwater each time I refused an answer, each time holding me under for longer. Still with the ropes melting into my skin, I began to feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. I wouldn’t… answer. If Clavis used his head, he would h-have recognised that I talked more without being pushed to- to the limit. That’s the message I tried to send. Even in a completely vulnerable moment, there were things I c-could still control…

“Alairie,”My eyes opened, “you went out like a flame.” Blurry at first but I soon focused and adjusted to the blaring light. Clavis smirked down at me holding a bright lantern at my face. Weird as it may seem, it was almost comforting. Almost. I reached up towards him as he continued to talk. “Gone within the secon-” I slammed my palm against his cheek. A rose-red patch appeared on his skin where my hand had made contact. He looked down at me in a chiding way before laughing. You couldn’t, however, mistake the slight tears in his eyes that welled when the pain probably set in.

“If you want answers, you will ask me like you normally do. You shall sit in front of my cell, cross your legs, annoy me to shit and ask the questions. If you ever tortue me again, I will not make a single noise. It would be a waste of your time. Are we understood?” I was sharp in my tone. I wanted him to know where I was standing. A little pain always excited me, thrilled me even, but that was too much. His cackles died down and he hummed in acknowledgment. “So, where’s your brother?” I queried, sitting up.

“Went off, claiming he had something more important to do.” Clavis dully explained. Something was different about him. He was oddly tolerable, in the moment. He seemed reserved. “Hey… you managed to figure something out for your… apparent situation yesterday, right?” His eyes gingerly locked onto mine. He was fully serious without a jest inside his eyes at all. He actually seemed concerned. I could have almost wept.

“And… you’re asking me this because..? You know, it’s extremely rude for a man to ask that of a lady.” He turned away. Perhaps embarrassment?

“...Forget I said anything,” He remarked coldly before finally letting a joke slip, “At least you can look at me and the others in the eyes again. And here I thought you were going to dig a hole in the floor if the ground didn’t swallow you up.” His grin was stiff; distorted.

“Oh yeah, I have a task for you.” He mentioned as he held up an open letter to me. “You are going to decipher this.” He took the sheet of paper out of the envelope and sat down in front of me. “You will tell me all the translations of these words.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out that these were words that were either untranslatable or multi-meaning.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Less torture.”

“Not good enough. I want to go on a walk outside.”

“... Why?”

“I’m South-Jadian. We live and breathe the sun. If you question me out in the open I may be in a better mood to give more in depth answers.”

“Haha! You’re playing your cards, I see. Fine.” He smiled as he cleared his throat and began.

“Oh that? It’s a type of tapestry that folklore says protects us from evil. That’s a very ancient, traditional name for it. Most people would call it an ‘Emblem’ of some sort. The most common design is also called ‘Thread of Auspice’, aka, ‘Thread of Divine Protection.’” I confidently explained. Clavis listened intently. It seemed that every time I talked about culture, he seemed intrigued. It was actually very suspicious. Why would he need or want to know about the commoner culture of another country?

“You’re quite pretty when you have the knowledgeable glint in your eyes, you know?” Clavis murmured and a hand found its way onto my cheek. He shuffled forward. His body rubbed up against mine as he guided my face towards his. For the love of God… was he trying to seduce me?! He, mercifully, stopped when I was shy of kissing him. “It’s not working for you is it? You’re a very odd woman. Others would be melting in my hand right now, you just look like you want to choke me, and not in a fun way.” He chuckled as he retreated. I mean at least he was aware.

“How much longer of this torture? Your voice irritates me.”

“You’re not finished, still a few more to g-”

“So, who sent you this letter? And why are these words being used?”

“I can’t tell you that. I’m letting you have a walk outside, if you keep jousting at me I’ll take it back. Now, what about this one?”

“... I cannot tell you.” The word he read out was a vulgar swear word. The worst of the worst kind of swear word. Not only was it socially forbidden but it could also hold strong sexual values. I could never repeat that to him. Whoever wrote this letter really didn’t like the recipient. “That one is too rude for me to even think about.”

“Just tell me. I have a feeling it’s similar to a word we have over here but I won’t count on it.”

“.. If that Rhodolian word has extreme vulgar and sexual connotations, that’s the on-”

“It doesn’t.” His smirk hardened. He wanted me to say that he had to have known what that word meant. You always knew the worst swear words in other languages. His Cheshire grin was plucking at the tight strings of my extremely tough patience.

“... Too bad. Just know it’s an extreme insult.”

“Aw, come on, say it.”

“Never, I’ve already been punished for swearing in front of you all before. I don’t want to go back there. Do you even know what Sariel made me do?!”

“I can only imagine, now say it!” His joyous sneering not only flared up annoyance but also a sense of excited rebellion. It seemed weird how, as much as I hated the bloke, he did bring me some amusement with his regular conversation. I finally relented, looking up from my lap, I met his feisty eyes and smiled ever so slightly, myself.

“It means ‘Cun-”

“I severely hope you’re not going to say what I think you’re saying.” A demonic voice stabbed the air. Sariel soon appeared on Clavis’ shoulder. His glare was stronger than the sun itself. Clavis sighed and leaned back, his smile somehow faded.

“Just when it was getting fun.”

“You are never allowed to swear in front of royalty. Never. Do I make myself clear? Unless you want to be punished, of course.” Soon his hellish smile said all.

“I’m good.”

“Right then. You’ve learned your lesson well I hope. Clavis, you may leave us alone.” The look on his face made it clear that it wasn’t a debatable matter. Clavis stood up, collecting his things and left. Sariel stared at the entrance before the taps of the fine leather shoes were no longer present. He turned to me. “You’re used to sneaking around. Did you get taught espionnage and evasion or is it self-learnt?”

“Oh…um, I was taught.”

“By whom?”

“I’m obviously not going to tell you that. But it was someone who was already in the drug ring.”

“You’ve gotten better at straight answers. You no longer evade them.”

“At this point I don’t see why I should avoid them. I mean I don’t want them to be tortured out of me. Not that I would tell you if I was being tortured of course.” I stood by my declaration. He seemed satisfied and carried on.

“Family or friend?”

“Human.”

“Alairie.”

“Sariel.” We both stared at each other before he looked away. He went to the gate and opened it. Gesturing for me to come with him, I got up and did as he said. My legs were stiff and every step forced a wave of nausea down my throat. “Where are we going? The gallows I hope.” He simply exhaled and tightly grabbed the shirt on my back, guiding me out of the dungeon.