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Where the People are (Prince Caspian One Shot)

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Water Nymph!Reader

Summary: Being curious is a dangerous thing, especially when you’re curious about the ones that would kill you without a second thought. (Set before Prince Caspian.)

Warnings: bit of fluff, bit of angst idk

Words: 1199

A/N: Can you guys believe I’m writing something other than marvel?! I wanted to branch out but idk if there’s even a Narnia fandom, I was watching the films the other day and it rekindled my love for Ben Barnes! Hope you guys like it, sorry its a bit different  and please let me know what you think! I love you all very much! xxx

(part two here) (part three here)

The sun was rather high in the cloudless blue sky on that midsummer day and you were still in your favourite corner of the wood, if you didn’t leave now you’d never get to the castle before nightfall. If you didn’t leave now you would be captured and most likely killed by the sons of Adam who believed it was they who truly reigned over Narnia. Raising up out of that beautiful warm pond of yours – you were a water nymph – you began your journey, you decided to walk, you could get along without being in water but you made sure to keep close to rivers and lakes.

Sneaking away was the easiest part, it was getting back that was the problem but you hadn’t been caught by your fellow Narnians yet and as long as there was life in you, you were curious. Curious about those who would kill you if given the chance, you knew your curiosity would be the death of you someday but you couldn’t help yourself. It was your curse, everybody had one. As you walked through the deep forest you were quite sure that you wouldn’t be caught, the trees no longer had their own magic, not since the Kings and Queens of old ruled over Narnia.

It seemed that you had left your home at just the right time for when you arrived outside the grounds of the castle the shining moon was just gaining height in the sky. Running through the majestic grounds there was a babbling brook that was deep enough for you to reside in, it hid you from view but it enabled you to see everything and hear too. It was amazing how far the sound travelled.  Every time you visited there was always someone on the moonlit lawn – sometimes it was the Lord and his Lady wife – and you just liked to watch them. Smiling, you got into the shimmering cool water which brought you great relief and you waited, just waited.

Tonight, an old man came striding across the lawn – you had seen him before, he was always mumbling to himself as he wrote things down in a heavy looking tome. He wasn’t alone tonight though, someone else was with him, as the pair got closer to the bank she saw that the stranger was a young man. He was the most beautiful man that you’d ever seen. His long hair blew in the gentle wind and the moonlight illuminated his face in a heavenly glow.

“So what’s next Professor? I would rather like to know more about water nymphs,” he said, his voice as smooth and dark. But it sounded soft and kind, you smiled and rested your elbow on a nearby rock and you gazed up at him.

“My dear Prince, water nymphs were dangerous but wonderful all at the same time. They were far too beautiful to exist, almost hauntingly beautiful, they had the power to ensnare men’s hearts. In the days before the Kings and Queens of old, in the time when the deep magic ruled Narnia, they were often taken into battle. One whisper of their voice could kill opponents if their masters wished it.”

You frowned, you supposed that it was a lie that humans had concocted to justify their violent behaviour towards your kind, there weren’t many water nymphs left. Well, you had heard enough and you followed the brook back to the open water and got home before the sun rose. You were determined not to go back, even if it meant not seeing that beautiful prince again. Unfortunately, your self-control was not nearly as strong as you truly hoped and a couple of nights later you were on your way back to the castle.

You returned there for weeks if only to have just a glimpse of that prince’s face. Over time, you got brave enough to approach closer, that brought you to where you were now, in a tree but still obscured from view. However, you weren’t a graceful on land as you were in the water, which was proved when you moved just an inch. You toppled out of the tree and onto the hard lawn, letting out a gasp of pain as you did so.

“By the powers! Are you quite alright?” you heard a familiar voice and saw a hand at your eye level. Sighing, you took it and allowed yourself to be pulled to your feet and you looked up at your helper. He had the most gorgeous skin, the moonlight made him look ethereal and looking into his dark eyes was like staring at the stars. It was the prince, your prince.

“Err, yes I’m fine. Thank you very much for helping me, I get clumsy,” you smiled sheepishly, feeling a strange warmth travel across your cheeks.

“I am Prince Caspian,” he bowed his head and looked over you, you couldn’t imagine how you looked with a dress made out of blue seaweed and no shoes, “who are you, and what were you doing in that tree?” he sounded amused and not in the least bit angry.

“I’m Y/N,” you tucked your hair behind your ear, you didn’t have a good answer – or lie – to explain why you were in a tree, “I must go.”

“Wait! Oh please, wait!” he called and despite yourself, you turned around, his eyes were soft and kind, it was so easy to get lost in them. He wasn’t like the others. He took your hand and kissed the top of it gently, it made you feel warm, like when the sun came through the trees of the wood and warmed the water.

It suddenly struck you, he thought that you were a human; he’d never seen a water nymph before. Maybe coming back was a mistake, if he knew who – what – you were he’d draw his sword. That thought made you incredibly sad.

“Forgive me, your Highness,” you murmured and you did what you were best at, you ran away through the woods. That day you didn’t return home unscathed.

“You must stop doing this; you’re putting all of us in danger. Those who rule over our enchanted land believe we’re extinct and it must stay that way,” your friend said, he sounded stern.

“Trumpkin,” you sighed and turned around, looking at the dwarf, “there was this prince and he-“

“Are you about to tell me that he’s not like the rest of the humans? Don’t be fooled, they’re all the same and without Aslan, we cannot face them.”

“You don’t even know him,” your eyes welled up with tears, that was still a strange sensation. Living underwater for the better part of your life you weren’t used to crying tears when you were sad.

“Neither do you,” it was the truth but it hurt all the same.

“You mustn’t worry, I will not be seeing him again, please Trumpkin, please don’t tell anybody,” when Trumpkin nodded you slipped back into the waters of your pond, dreaming about the day when you could see Caspian again. You supposed that it couldn’t be too soon, you didn’t want to arouse suspicion. But, you had a plan.

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a chance to see you once more : s.r

brief summary: during his time with tony to retrieve the tesseract, steve uses his time wisely, hoping to see you one last time 

word count: 1.7k requested: nope, an idea I thought of earlier and felt so cute i couldn’t resist! kinda inspired by the piece i wrote called ‘back before us’  warnings: idk, some spoilers? 

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“So, we all know the plan?” Tony looks around at everyone, seeing nods circling as they all look up, watching their faces being covered as the light absorbs them.

With a blink, Steve looks around. He knew this place, he knew where he was.

New York, 2012. Attack of the city. 

“You know what to do.” Tony turns to Steve as Scott shrinks down to size, going with Tony to retrieve the tesseract whilst Steve would get the sceptre. 

“Easier said than done.” He mutters under his breath but complies knowing it’s what they have to do. 

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Standing still, holding the sceptre Steve stares down at his former self unconscious. He releases a half breath, a sense of relief filling his system knowing they’ve done their part. “I got it, Cap,” Tony speaks through the comms. “all good on your end?”

Walking off, Steve smiles to himself. “All good.” He announces as he nears the lift of the building.

As he waits for it, his eyes wander outside toward the city. Well, what was left of the city after the attack. “You ready to go back?” Tony questions, snapping Steve out of his thoughts.

Opening his mouth to respond, his eyes lock on a distant park. He stutters as the lift arrives, his eyes refusing to pass the view outside. “I’ll be twenty minutes.” He mutters to Tony as he leaves the building, stealing a bike and driving straight through everything. 

The closer he gets, all he can think about is the stories he heard.

“It’s kinda hidden away. Then again, what business did Captain America have in that part of town?” You chuckled to him, watching his smile grow as you were in bed, watching the sunrise. 

“Tell me about it,” He asked quietly, watching your eyes still remain heavy as you were in his arms. 

Shuffling, you turned to face him with a sleepy smile. “There was this small lake, well, not even a lake. I guess it was more of a pond?” You giggle, trying to recall the location you spent hours in. “I found a little area, round the other side of the pond. There was a mound of rocks and I could curl up and read in peace.” 

Steve could see you weren’t present, your mind thinking back to that place you often sought comfort. 

“What happened to it?” He questions, hearing a small sigh leaving your lips.

“It got destroyed in one of the many attacks New York faced.” You stated to him, glancing up with a sad smile on your face. “But I moved on, I think I found a better comfort spot.” You smile up to him, watching as he leans in and kisses you softly. 

Discarding the bike, Steve let’s out a sigh as he pushes the gates open. The large rustic gates with intricate designs moulded to the iron, just as you had described it.

Walking through the area, Steve felt like a ghost wandering into your past. It was the time he had never heard of your name, knew how to love again or be with somebody like you. He wasn’t ready for you then, hell, if you met you would never have been in this situation to begin with. 

“I told you, I’m doing just fine.” His ears perk up at the sound of light laughter from across the small pond.

His eyes follow the ripples from the fish, passing the lilypads to a pile of rocks. 

Ignoring the intense beating of his chest, he forces his eyes to rise. As they do, he feels close to collapsing. 

There you are, Y/n Y/l/n in the flesh once more. 

You’re lying back on the rocks, one leg on top of the other as your hair is spread out as one finger plays with it absentmindedly. Steve can see the book on the grass beside you whilst you talk on the phone, staring up into the trees.

Steve could understand now why you sought comfort in such a place. It didn’t feel like it was in the city, it was a sanctuary. He couldn’t hear the sound of sirens or screams that emitted in the depths of the city. In this place, all that could be heard was your voice, the angelic voice he longed to hear again. 

“I’m not close to it all. I guess I’m hidden away?” You think aloud, not aware of another presence in the park with you. A heavy sigh leaves your lips as your hand stretches out to reach your book, Steve’s eyes catching a glimpse of the ring on your finger. “I think he’s alright, I haven’t heard from him yet. Said he was in DC last time he checked in.” 

You were so oblivious then, and Steve felt his heart grow heavy. 

What you didn’t know was so painful, a side of your life Steve never witnessed but listened to you relive it on the anniversary of Thomas’ death. 

He didn’t deserve it, from what Steve learnt, Thomas was a caring man. He was your Peggy, your first love that you’ll never forget. You were sat there, thinking he was going to come home the following day, only to be greeted by three policemen instead with an apology.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Steve turns to walk away. He didn’t intend on coming to speak to you. In fact, he didn’t have any form of plan. All he knew is he needed to see you, see that innocent, light hearted woman he fell in love with. 

“Hey, you going to some costume party?” You call out as Steve turns around to face you. “Sorry! I thought you were someone else.” You apologise, watching as Steve clears his throat and walks over.

“It’s okay, I do look like I’m heading to one.” He jokes uneasily, not expecting any of his as you smile up at him. 

Normally he would’ve held you in his arms or would rest his hand in yours. But this version of you doesn’t know Steve yet, he’s a stranger in your eyes but his lost love in his. 

“I’m Y/n, and you need no formalities Mr America, Sir.” You mock salute him, chuckling to yourself as Steve cracks a smile to ease the heartache. “What brings you ‘round here?” You shuffle on the rocks, patting the spot beside you.

Cautiously, Steve takes the spot next to you. A gentle breeze rises through the trees, wafting your perfume past him. The scent of his pillows after you went to train, the perfume that was woven into most of his shirts and jumpers that you often stole. He missed having that so close and not faded over time. 

“A friend told me about this place.” He tells you, still struggling to maintain eye contact. “She said it was a comfortable spot.” He recites the words you told him, not noticing a small smile playing on your lips.

“Well, she certainly is right about that.” You respond. “No one ever comes here. I’m surprised anyone else knows about it.” You state with a questionable tone, watching as Steve glances up to see your brows furrowed together in confusion. “Either way, it was nice meeting you Mr America, I got a class to get to.” You rise to your feet, bending down and grabbing your bag before walking away, thinking nothing of the interaction. 

Steve’s eyes follow as you walk out of sight, passing through the gates and disappearing once more. 

He doesn’t even notice Tony standing there, watching him wipe his eyes before standing up. 

“So this is why you came here?” Tony speaks up as Steve sighs deeply, nodding in response.

“I had to see her,” Steve tells Tony quietly, looking down to see a book having slipped out of your bag. He picks the book up, noticing how worn the cover is, that this is one of your many well-loved books. “who knows if I ever will again.” 

“Don’t say that,” Tony says sternly, watching Steve force his heavy head back up to see Tony standing closer. “we don’t know what will happen, but we can only try, Steve.” 

“I just, I thought seeing her would make it easier.” Steve mutters, unable to wipe the image of you in Wakanda from his mind. 

He watched his best friend mutter his name before collapsing to the ground, turning to a pile of dust. 

Panic had filled his system as he looked out to the field, seeing you still fighting with all your might. “Y/n!” He yelled to you, running your way.

You didn’t stand a chance once he called for you. It was the first time you took your eyes off of the field, and Steve watched as the spear impaled your stomach. 

For once, he wasn’t fast enough. He watched tears fill your eyes as you started to disappear, turn to dust before his very eyes. “No!” He screamed as he collapsed to the ground, the only thing left is a bloody spear. “NO.” 

“But she’s gone.” Steve forces his mind back to the conversation, not wanting to think about the tears that filled your eyes or the evident fear he could see as you watched him run toward you. “And I’ll never get her back.” 

Looking down, Steve holds your book close to his chest. 

He opens it up, noticing a page still cornered and a section highlighted. 

“I’ll get the others, okay?” Tony announces to Steve, watching him being absorbed back into your past. 

Sitting down on the rock you were lying across minutes ago, his eyes read over the paragraph.

Those we love are often just out of grasp. We cry, we scream and mourn them. I’ve witnessed countless lovers lose one another, and it’s never an easier experience to endure. I’ll never forget the day he walked in, trying to keep his head held high until I asked him about the time they met. He broke down crying, sobbed for an hour as he mumbled about their first day of school. She was his everything, and life is cruel, but love makes it worthwhile. But sometimes, one outweighs the other, leaving us in a state of remorse for those we lost. 

Closing the book, Steve feels tears falling freely down his cheeks. “I’ll bring you home, Y/n.” He whispers to himself as he looks up to the sky, watching leaves slowly descend into the pond. “I promise.” 

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