#king caspian fic

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If you ever forget that you love me (Caspian x reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 861

Requested: Yes, by @i-amtitania

Warnings: I think none? If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your well-being is important to me!

Summary: Where Caspian reads letters from her.

Caspian woke up feeling warm sun rays on his skin and hearing the birds singing. It took him a few moments to realise that he was no longer on the sea, he was home, and his betrothed was just a few rooms down the hall. A smile came onto his face, and a warm feeling blossomed in his chest at the thought that he would see you today without the need to dream about it anymore. He sat up, stretching his muscles, when his eyes fell on the pile of paper on his nightstand. He reached for it, noticing a ribbon wrapped around it and his name written by you on top of it. He touched it carefully and leaned against the headboard. He took the first one and unfolded it, holding it like the most sacred thing in the whole world. His smile grew wider when he noticed the date on the bottom of the sheet - the day his journey started. He read attentively every word you wrote, and everyone went directly to his heart. He loved how you described your days and even wrote about small gossip around the court. He was grateful for the possibility of catching up with everything that way. He was sure that you made some situations more light and fun than they would be. What shocked him the most was how easily he could notice your emotions through those letters. Even if you didn’t name it, he could say that in better days, you wrote more jokingly, with more anecdotes and jumping between different topics. On bad days they were more thoughtful and shorter. On these days, you clearly express your worries and how you miss him. It made him want to run to you and hug you tightly, but the knowledge that Trumpkin, Doctor Cornelius and Glenstorm were there for you and took care of you. 

In one of the latest letters, written just after the wedding of one of your friends, he found a part that made him blush, and he needed to read it twice to believe that it was there.

My love, I can’t stop thinking about you and our wedding. I want it to be perfect for us - for this celebration to be cherished by us similarly. But what kept me awake tonight was the thought about everything after it. About how it will be to wake up next to you, to be able to keep you close at night. How our life will look in the cosiness of our bedroom because I must say I really hope that we will choose to have a shared bedchamber. I dreamed about your lips on mine, your hands on my body, being able to learn your body and being the reason you will achieve pleasure…

Caspian made himself read the last letter before he rushed to get dressed. He still felt heat on his cheeks. His mind wholly was consummated by you. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything waiting for both of you after you’d exchanged your vows. He looked through the window and smiled, seeing you walking through the yard. He quickly walked out of his room and started searching for you. Luck was on his side when he spotted you in the corridor he just ran in. He screamed your name at what you smiled, and he started running to you. In mere seconds Caspian took you in his arms and immediately kissed you. You gasped in surprise but quickly relaxed in his arms. Your hand slowly reached his nape, and you melted against him. After a moment, they departed breathless, and Caspian rested his forehead against yours. He watched your flashed face and smiled, seeing your closed eyes. 

“Caspian..” She whispered. “Not that I am complaining, but what was that for?” You looked up at him, resting your palm on his chest. 

“I just love you.” He peaked her lips and smiled. “I think that lilies will be perfect for our wedding. The book you were reading indeed is so boring - I tried to read it last year, but it didn’t work out. I will take you to the Lone Islands and wherever you will want to go, and I will gladly show you the most beautiful places there, even if none of it can compare to your beauty. And I also want us to have one bedchamber because I think that when I finally will have a taste of you - I won’t be able to stay away even for a few hours.” 

“You read my letters.” You moved your hand to gently cup his cheek. Caspian kissed your wrist, squeezing your waist gently. 

“Each of them.” She smiled and brought him into another kiss. Caspian pulled you closer to him, making her laugh into his lips. This one kiss wasn’t a heated make-out - it was a clumsy kiss intermittently by giggles and declarations of love. And then, when the Duchess came into the corridor and cleared her throat, both blushed, trying to stop their giggles. She only shook her head with a smile, mumbling about young love, happy for people that she treated like her own children. 

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

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

Klaudia  💜

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Hi i love ur writing. Sorry this is long but could you do a Caspian x pevensie!reader whose susan’s twin and like he chose her over susan and like they meet in prince caspian and fall in love and he “proposes” but then she can’t come back to narnia.

BUT THEN… she goes back with E Lucy and Eustace(whose kinda her enemy in a funny way) for some reason and she’s with Caspian and it’s just them on the Dawn Treader and Lucy tells caspian how sad she’s been the year they were back.

Can it just be really angsty and fluffy at the same time🤭🤭

Sorry this is long i just love ur writing💋💋

Prove Her Wrong

pairing: Dawn Treader!King Caspian x Pevensie!fem!reader warnings: angst obviously, dw it's also fluffy, mentions of drowning (no one actually does, but it feels like it for a moment), amicable banter, pining, regretting decisions, use of y/n (I'm so sorry) summary: both you and caspian have been miserable a/n: aahh, I love this idea so much! Also, thank you for giving me an excuse to watch the movies again, really needed that. I did kind of twist the plot to make it fit better, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Sorry it took this long to write it, my schedule's been packed for the last couple of weeks, I hope the fic makes up for it. wc: 2.6k

It had all happened too fast to comprehend. One second, you're standing in your cousin's room looking at a painting. The next, you're engulfed in a massive ocean trying to keep your head above the surface.

Too busy looking for the younger children, you hadn't even noticed the change in the atmosphere. Everything had gotten a little brighter, the air more fresh, the sky more clear. But you were preoccupied trying to make it out alive as the currents tried to pull you below the surface.

"Lucy!? Edmund!?" You yell out with what little breath you had left. "Eustace!? Anyone, where are you!?"

Somewhere to your right (or left, seeing as you had no sense of direction anymore), you heard a faint voice you recognised as your younger sister calling out for you.

"Lucy!" You manage to get out as you try to swim towards her. As you come closer, you were able to make out the two boys as well.

"What happened, where are we?" Eustace calls out, arms flailing around him as he tries to keep his head above water.

You share a fleeting look with your younger brother and sister, and something in your gut tells you you know exactly where you are.

"We're back, aren't we?" Edmund asks, confirming your suspiscion. But before you can answer his question, a ship dooms up, and it was approaching you rapidly.

"Swim!" You shouted, trying to put a safe distance between you and the ship while also trying to keep the others closeby.

You heard a few loud plunges into the water, and when you turned around for a moment, you saw some of the crewmembers swimming towards you. A moment later, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist.

"It's alright, I've got you." An all too familiar voice reassures you. You turned around, only to be met with a slightly older version of the man you had been forced to leave behind the last time you had left Narnia.

"Caspian..." You say breathlessly as you look into his eyes.

"Y/n..." He responds, equally out of breathe and clearly both surprised and confused to see you here.

Together with the other crewmates, he helps you onto the ship, even Eustace who is screaming fire and demanding to back to England. Someone hands you a warm blanket, which you gladly accept and drape around your shoulders. You glance at Caspian, and for a moment your gazes lock, before he is pulled away by Edmund.

"Did you call for us?" He asks, to which Caspian shakes his head.

"No, I didn't. Not this time, at least," Caspian answers, glancing over to you once more as he does.

You're interrupted by a shrieking Eustace, who is swatting away a large mouse sitting on his chest.

"Get this filthy animal off of me!" He screeches as he scrambles backwards.

"Pretty sure that mouse is far cleaner than you are, Eustace," You say as you roll your eyes and shake your head. "It's good to see you again, Reepicheep."

"It is a delight to see you as well, Your Majesties," He responds, bowing down for a moment.

Caspian walks up to the stairs that lead to the quarterdeck and addresses the crew. "Men, behold our castaways: Edmund the Just, Lucy the Valient and Y/n the Righteous; High King and Queens of Narnia."

All the men on the ship went down on their knees and bowed deeply in respect of you. No matter how many times you had been called Queen, it always sent shivers down your spine.

Caspian led the three of you towards the King's quarters, which doubled as his study, leaving Eustace in the care of the crew, who had fainted when he had seen Tavros the minotaur. You had been given some dry clothes that fit you like a glove, although your shirt was a little big and had a vaguely familiar scent to it.

In the middle of the room, a huge map of Narnia was sprawled out across the table. You scanned over it, your finger absently tracing the coastal lines as you lightly smiled to yourself. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but you had missed being here when you were back in England.

With Peter and Susan off to America, you been left to stay at your aunt and uncle's house with your younger siblings. At first, you had thought it wildly unfair to be stuck in England whilst your older brother and twin-sister got to live with your parents across the Atlantic ocean.

Eventually, you had calmed down and accepted your fate. Most of the time, you could be found lightly fidgeting with the one possession you had been able to take back with you from your last adventure in Narnia; a simple silver ring you kept on a piece of string around your neck. It reminded you of a time where you didn't feel like the second option, a feeling that haunted you often when being compared to your twin.

"It has been three years since we won Narnia back from my uncle," Caspian explains as he points towards the map, "There is peace in the entire country now."

"And have you found yourself a Queen in those three years?" Lucy asks, making you look up from the map. She truly didn't mean any harm with the question, but Edmund lightly nudges her side and gives her a stern look.

"No," Caspian says with a light chuckle to alleviate the tension, "not one to compare with your sister..."

"Hang on," Edmund interrupts, "But if there's no wars to fight, and no one's in trouble... then why are we here?"

"That's a good question. I've been asking myself the same thing," Caspian answers. "Before I tried to take the throne back from my uncle, he went after my father's closest advisors, the seven Lords of Telmar. They fled to the Lone Islands, but no one has heard from them since."

"So you think something's happened to them?"

"Well, if it has, it's my duty to find out," Caspian says rather solemnly. He looks over at you, trying to get a read on you, but your eyes are glued to the map in front of you.

"What's east of the Lone Islands?" Lucy asks, pointing towards the map where it just says The Great Eastern Ocean.

"Unchartered waters," Drinian, the captain, answers. "Things you could barely imagine. Tales of sea serpents and worse..."

"Sea serpents?" Edmund asks, his face lighting up at the sound of something dangerous to battle against.

"Alright, Captain, that's enough of your tall tales," Caspian interrupts. "You are free to go wherever you want on this ship, it is as much yours as it is mine."

It's a silent cue for Edmund and Lucy to go with the captain and explore the ship, while you stay in the quarters, leaning against the table, your eyes still locked on the parchment. After the door shuts, Caspian speaks up once again.

"Can you at least look at me?" He asks, his voice much softer and hesitant now. "Please?"

You lightly sigh as you look up at him, your eyes instantly finding his. "I'm sorry I left," You say truthfully, even though you sound rather defeated.

"Don't apologise, I- I shouldn't have asked you to stay." This time, it's Caspian who lets his head fall and gaze upon the map. "I knew you couldn't, yet I asked you anyway. I am sorry, for putting you in that position, that was selfish."

"It's alright," You somewhat reassure him, "Aslan knows I would have been just as selfish had roles been reversed. But we can't change the past, and we mustn't let it stand in the way of our future." You take a deep breath as you take a step closer to him. "You deserve a bright future filled with happiness, Caspian. Don't let me stand in the way of that by holding onto something that can't be."

It's the right thing to say, the logical thing to say. You're from a different world, there's no way of knowing if you'll be able to stay in this one after the adventure is over. It guts you to the core to walk out of the King's quarters, it tears your heart apart, but you try to shake it off as you go out onto the main deck.

Luckily for you, you're able to take your mind off of it when you notice your cousin Eustace talking to a regular seagull.

"What on Earth are you doing talking to a bird?" You say, a somewhat smug tone laced in your voice. You're called the Righteous, not the Humble, and for good reason.

"I just assumed that-" Eustace begins, his face turning a light shade of pink.

"That just because a mouse can talk, so must a bird?" Maybe it's a coping mechanism for the shattered heart in your chest, but you let out a light chuckle. "Oh cousin, you have a lot to learn about how things work here. Good to know you can't claim to be the smartest person in every realm." You shake your head and hear a few crewmen chuckle along.

The sky gets darker as the evening falls, and the crew celebrates the your arrival with festive spirits. Sea shanties are sung, dancing goes hand in hand with a lot of laughter and a couple of bottles of liquor are brought out.

Despite the gloomy thoughts that have been haunting you for the day (and the days before that), you laugh and leap along with the crewmen. Even Eustace loosens up a little, although keeping it modest. The only one who seems unaffected by the joyious celebrations is the king, who sits on the staircase and watches the others, or rather, watches you.

At some point, he is joined by Lucy, who due to her young age can't participate in the drinking and adult activities. She sits down next to him and keeps quiet for a little while, before speaking up.

"What's bothering you, Caspian?" She asks softly. "Is it the Lords?"

"For the first time in a long time, it actually isn't, my friend," He says truthfully, letting out a sigh. "It feels like even when she is this close, she is still worlds away."

He didn't have to say your name in order for Lucy to understand. It's the same way you didn't need to mention his whenever she would find you staring mindlessly at the wall or out the window back in England. You would always have that same tragic look in your eyes while you fidgeted with the ring around your neck, no matter how hard you would try to mask it whenever Lucy got your attention.

"You know, she feels the same way right now," Lucy responds, feeling incredibly sorry for both your misery.

"She's evidently better at coping with it than I am." The words came out more bitter than intended, but Lucy couldn't really blame him.

"Out here, maybe. But back in England," She refrained from saying 'back at home', never having been able to call it home when she had missed Narnia too much. "Back in England, she was a mess. A beautiful, poised and collected mess, but crumbling down on the inside."

Caspian didn't speak up, but simply looked sorry and felt even more remorseful than he already had.

"She kept the ring, you know," Lucy continues, "Oh, she would never say it out loud, but it was obvious she regretted leaving Narnia, leaving you most of all. I'm pretty sure she would give anything to stay this time around, if you'd ask her again."

"She told me to let go of a future with her, said she didn't want to stand in the way of my happiness," Caspian argues solemnly, "Sounded a lot like she wanted to move on from all of this."

"That's what she thinks is the right thing to do, because it makes more sense," Lucy counters. "Prove to her that it isn't."

With that, she stands up from the stairs and walks out into the crowd. Turning around one last time, she says:

"Oh, and maybe do something about the beard, it might remind her of the man she fell in love with."

Caspian lightly rolls his eyes at her comment, but decides to take her up on it nonetheless when he retired to the barracks below deck. For the sake of privacy, he had given his quarters to you and Lucy to stay in while you were on the ship.

Later that night, when everyone was passed out in their beds, Caspian went onto the deck to get some fresh air, where he soon notices you, leaning on the railing while you looked up at the stars.

"Still having trouble sleeping?" He asks as he stands next to you.

"Insomnia doesn't go away so easily, it seems," You softly chuckle, having to do a double take when you notice he has shaved. "I was almost getting used to that beard, but I'm glad you shaved it off any way."

"What is it with the hostility against my facial hair?" Caspian comments as he raises an eyebrow at you. "I thought it made me look ruggedly handsome."

"Who'd you have to look ruggedly handsome for before we showed up today?" You ask in a mocking way, making you lightly snicker when Caspian takes on a defensive tone. "Oh, stop it, I was merely teasing."

"Teasing, are you now?" He asks, a mischievous glint sparking up in his eyes as he leans in just a little. "That's not very Queen-like behaviour, now is it?"

You lightly sigh, letting your head fall for a moment before you speak up. "Perhaps I've gotten a bit rusty," You note, "I haven't been a Queen for a while now, you know?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's like riding a horse," Caspian assures you, "It's not something you can unlearn, even if you don't practice anymore."

"Well, maybe it's a good thing. Might make the next time I leave more easy..."

"You're still planning on leaving after this adventure?" Caspian asks, his voice growing a little more quiet. "You can stay, you do know that, right? You did the first time, surely you can-"

"Caspian, please," You interrupt him, pushing away from the railing and taking a few steps back, "It's too difficult, you know that. I can't just leave my family behind, and I can't ask them to stay."

"You don't have to do that. I am certain there's a way for you to move freely between realms," Caspian suggests, "And if there isn't, we'll find a way. Somehow, things like this have a way of working out."

He takes a step towards you, reaching out but refraining from touching you just yet. "Besides," He continues, "Time goes by much slower there than it does here right? We can figure this out and they won't even notice you're not there."

He searches for your eyes as he takes another step towards you, a silent longing in his eyes as he does. "You don't have to come with an answer right now. Whether it's tomorrow, next week or at the very last second, I don't care as long as you're certain that whatever you choose is something you actually want, not what you think is right."

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. "Okay," You say after a while. Your eyes are still closed, but a small creeps up on your lips.

"Okay?" Caspian echoes, his eyes sparking up, even though he's not sure he heard you correctly.

"Yeah," You say, opening your eyes to look into his. "Okay, I'll stay. But I might change my mind if you don't come here and kiss me, because-"

Luckily, he cuts you off mid-sentence by pulling you in and effectively using his lips to shut you up. You can feel him smile against your lips, and you can't help but reciprocate the gesture while your hands run up into his hair.

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The Chronicles of Narnia Masterlist

Caspian

The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era series

Summary: Five Royals ruled over Narnia, crowned by Aslan himself. Their story is legend throughout all the land. A great detail of note is that these Kings and Queens are from another world. The fifth is even more odd - for she came from the same world as the others, but from an entirely different century.

When this small family is separated by time, it seems unlikely that they will ever meet again. But Aslan’s will is a tricky thing. Will the five be able to cope in this new Narnia, when everything they knew has gone, and a Telmarine Prince makes a bid for the throne?

Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Magic, Major Character Death

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Edmund Pevensie

Captain of the Guard one shot

Summary: A mysterious knight shows up and challenges the King to a duel. This stranger turns out to be connected to the royals' past.

Peter Pevensie

Some Things Are Meant to Be one shot

Summary: Peter is in love with you, but he thinks you love Edmund.

The Lady of Calormen one shot

Summary: The High King of Narnia is betrothed to a Calormen noblewoman. The entire kingdom is on edge, waiting to see what she will be like. After meeting her, however, Peter finds something stirring inside.

A Lovely Night one shot

Summary: Overwhelmed by royal duties, Peter starts to notice that he's slowly losing the one that means the most. What can be done to win her back?

Peter Pevensie comforting you after a nightmare (Golden Age) imagine

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𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃  °.ཻུ۪›› Caspian X

Princess y/n had always been a bright, angelic woman. She was her kingdom's golden girl, loved by all. No one ever had a reason to hate y/n. She was too devine. But she was of fire, beautiful, warm but lethal. A curse she was gifted when she was born. She was unable to touch anyone. Though she never expected that the one she could touch would be her enemy.

Warnings : enemies to lovers. Angst, fluff, !intense shit. Reader has brown hair and amber eyes.

-—𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 day y/n discovered she was unable to touch anyone was the day of her nameday. It had all happened so quickly. One moment, she just turned ten, and the next, she was sitting down with a body in front of her, shaking and whimpering in pain.

She screamed for soldiers that day, foe their help, and when one offered their hand to her, he screamed in pain. Nights she wondered what she had done to deserve such a terrible 'gift' . She couldn't hug her parents, touch any animals, touch anyone for that matter.

Her mother had been disappointed, putting things in y/ns head. How would she marry if she can't touch, how would she have an heir if she can't touch, how would anyone love her?

Her father hadn't mind. He was the only one out of her family to treat her the same. Touch wasn't the only way to express love. He often gave her gifts, blowing her kisses, he'd near her cheek to 'peck her cheek' only his lips never touched her.

She remembered the day the four kings and Queens of Narnia returned, her father fought in the war for the freedom of narnians and for the throne of Prince caspian.

Prince caspian had been a handsome man. He was polite, brave, and noble, like every prince. His deep brown black eyes, tanned skin, body, and telmarine accent. He was the most beautiful man she'd set eyes on. But while her eyes were on him, his were on susan pevensie.

Y/n couldn't deny Susan's beauty. Starting from her perfect pale skin, beautiful blue eyes and full lips. Not to mention, susan wasn't cursed.

She remembered the way he looked at her when he found out who she was. She remembered how peters/caspians' army stared at her, scared of her. They didn't go anywhere near her, Peter stopped Lucy from going anywhere near y/n .

Now presently, eight years later. Three years since the older pevensies left for good and another three since the younger ones did as well, two that y/n last saw caspian.

And suddenly y/ns father, Nathaniel announces that in a day, king caspian will visit. It didn't make y/n feel scared, not even nervous. Over the eight years, she changed, still unable to control her touch, she learned to use her 'gift.' .

One year ago her mother passed, it never saddened y/n, but her father was getting old and she was the only heir. Meaning sooner or later, y/n would be Queen, and she didn't have time to fear or to be weak and let others step on her.

"Princess." A fair tone said behind her, turning she saw her guard, Thomas. He gave her a simple and gentle but firm head bow. "The king requests for you to join him in the gardens."

Y/n smiles, walking away from the balcony and onto her way towards the door, Thomas looked at her, smiling. "Thank you, Thomas." She nods her head, and he returns it. Stepping aside to let her pass.

Walking through the halls, her heels echo. She lifts her gown to step down the stairs. One hand comes to her face to move a strand of hair away from her face. The sun hits her like a slap, and she smiles when she sees her father, looking at the tulips with squinted eyes, when his eyes met hers, his eyes softened.

"My sweet girl." His voice is gentle and sweet, he cocks his head towards Thomas, signaling for him to leave. "Father." Y/n smiles, making sure she's distant from him, he smiles at her. "Beautiful flowers aren't they?" He asks, suddenly.

Y/n looks at the many colorful tulips. They were beautiful. " Yes, Papa. Truly beautiful." She smiles, her finger touching only one petal, so delicately. She wasn't able to touch humans, but she was granted and able to touch un-living things, thanks to Aslan.

Her father sees and smiles, "dear," he says, "walk with me." He orders gently, to which she obeys. Walking alongside together, her father speaks. " Our Kingdom is the largest in the world. The second largest, seeing as Care Paravel had always been first before it turned into merely rocks and ruins."

Y/n nods , listening intently, her father's pauses with his words."and one day." He begins, "You will rule it all. But I am afraid you'd rule it alone." He seems hesitant, afraid. Y/n sighs, quietly.

"I don't expect you to want to marry, and I will not force you to." He says, looking at her. "You are a woman , free to do whatever you want. But I ask that you consider wanting to marry." Y/n looks away, staring at the fountains, the brught green grass, and at the town from a low view.

The kingdom, Therondia, was truly a big kingdom. Twice as beautiful as Cair Paravel. Green, the villages were beautiful, there were hundreds of lakes, and beaches, tunnels with secret lakes. Creatures that are only seen in Therondia.

It amazed y/n that one day, she'd be Queen of it.

"Who would want to marry me, father." She asks, not in a harsh tone or sad. In a normal tone, one she used all the time. Her father stared at her, shrugging. "You never know, dear. If I announced to all in Therondia , I'd need a good fit for you. I'm sure there'd be a line of thousands."

Y/n chuckles, shaking her head. She stared up ahead, seeing gardeners. Suddenly, the thought of her father leaving her hits her. Her father was getting older, hair growing white, wrinkles on his face.

"But I don't think you'll be leaving me soon, Papa." She says to him, stopping her tracks. She gives him a sad smile. He stopped to look at her also, she looked so much like her mother. Gifted with beautiful brown long curls, amber eyes, and fair skin.

"I'd never leave you, my dear."

After their walk, y/n entered her chamber, closing the door. Sitting by her fireplace, flipping through pages of a book. She tapped her fingers against the table beside her, although she wasn't paying attention to the letters/words. Tomorrow, someone she hasn't seen in two years, someone who hates her, would come and visit the kingdom.

She hadn't thought about it truly until recently. But now she couldn't push away the thought of seeing him once again. She shook her head, closing her book, opening her balcony door open, walking towards the edge, staring at the beautiful view of the seas , from the side she could hear faint music from the village.

She could see the lights, gleaming. She sighed, bringing her robe tighter on her. The air was fresh and smelled of sea salt, freshly cut grass, and smoke. Nothing smelled better. She closed her eyes, laying her head on the stone, sighing. She lifted her head , staring at her hands, only a knock on her door made her turn, the door opened revealing thomas.

"Your tea, princess." He bows, entering with a silver tray with tea. He places it on the table next to the fireplace, stands straight, and stares at her. The black silk satin robe, although her left shoulder was exposed, her nightgowns strap visible, her hair was down, and her skin looked warm. Thomas was stuck until she cleared her throat.

"Thank you, thomas." She smiles, "is that all?" She asks, keeping her distance. "No—no yes, yes. Rest well, Princess." He bows quickly, making an exit.

Y/n shakes her head, sitting down on her chair. Thomas valrik was a young man, younger than her. He was a dirty blond with green eyes, fit and strong. Which is why y/ns father had chosen him to be her guard. Y/n often found him a good friend, she trusted him with what she needed to let out. And her handmaiden , dayana even had a little crush on him.

She sips tea, relaxing. Tomorrow would be a new day, with visitors. She didn't know why, but she didn't want to be there when they arrived, she didn't want to have to see.. him. He often called her out with never being able to help, called her out on her curse, and he blamed her for hurting susan, which was an accident.

He was so.. obsessed with Susan, he never left her sight. What y/n did to susan was an accident, but caspian didn't see it like that. He was angry, unknowingly, he pushed her away from susan, angrily, and shielded susan.

She tried to explain what had happened but caspian never listened.

She was afraid, he would be worse.

----

Y/n stared at her reflection in the mirror. Sometimes, she didn't recognize herself. She looked different every day. Two years ago, she looked completely different.

Her handmaiden smiled at her, "You look beautiful, princess." Her handmaiden, dayana smiles, kindly. "I wish I could look like you, Your Grace."

Y/n turns, frowning. "You are beautiful, dayana. " y/n smiles, "you could win hundreds of hearts if only you were confident, my dear." Y/n says gently, her tone was angelic. The tone that a mother would use on a child. Dayana blushed. "Your grace—"

"I mean it, dayana. Never compare yourself to anyone." Y/n walked a little closer. Her finger didn't touch dayana, but softly pushed a small strand of hair from dayanas face, dayana didn't flinch. Dayana wasn't afraid of y/n. Dayana smiled.

"Thank you, Princess." Dayana said, smiling. She bowed and turned to leave the chamber, leaving y/n alone once again. Y/n sighed. She could see the large ship that belonged to caspian and his men. She wondered if, after all these years, he moved on from Susan.

Y/n looked away from the balcony, sighing with a pit in her stomach she couldn't fathom. She turned to her door, opened it, and closed it. She walked alone through the empty halls , her heels echoing in the hall, and she takes a shortcut, but it's cut off by her father.

" The king is on his way." Her father tells her, she nods, "yes," and he nods as well, " So where do you think you're going?" He asks, and she laughs nervously.

"To get some air." She lies.

He doesn't believe her. "Right. There is plenty of air inside as well, no?" He questioned, looking around the empty hall. She smiles , nodding once again. "Yes."

"Hmm, come. We must be there when King Caspian arrives."

Y/n sighs, huffing. She takes a deep breath and follows her father. He walks towards the throne room, where there stood in the center, the large stoned throne, silver diamond embroidered, shaved. King Nathaniel sat calmly and patiently while y/n stood beside him with her guard behind her, Grimsley by her father's side.

Y/n shifted from one foot to another, toying with her fingers. "Relax, princess." Thomas says behind her, whispering so only she can hear. She nods, swallowing. Footsteps approach and the doors open, Lord drinian steps first, then reepicheep the noble and brave rat—knight, she smiles when she sees reep and trumpkin, though she hides it. Her head is high, but they stare at her.

Then, here he came. Looking as different as before. He no longer had long hair but had cut it short, face was full of facial hair but not too much, it looked good, he was dressed in fine black clothes, black boots, with peter pevensie's sword hanging on his hip.

King Nathaniel stands, "King Caspian," he bows his head. Caspian hasn't seen y/n just yet, which she is thankful for. "We welcome you to our home," the king says, giving a warming welcome to the telmarine king.

"We are most grateful, You're grace." Caspian bows , y/n stares at him, but looks away shortly, not wanting to be caught. Her hands are locked in front of her, her chin high, and she avoided eye contact with any of her old friends.

Her father opened his mouth to speak of something, his voice echoing across the halls, reep and trumpkin stepping aside, lord drinian standing just beside caspian as always.

"My daughter and I hope your stay is as comfortable as you deserve." Her father says, smiling towards y/n, caspian looks at her, his fierce eyes trailing her form, she looked at him, bowing , "King caspian," She avoids his gaze, when she's straight he bows his head as well, "Princess y/n."

His tone was cold as usual, his telmarine accent gone, now replaced with an English strong and fierce accent. His voice was deeper. But then again, he was older.

She didn't say anything afterward, reepicheep looked at her, looking excited. She smiled softly at him, nodding to him as well.

When their welcome was over, y/n rushed out the throne room, thomas following quietly. She didn't turn to look at caspian, but she could feel his intense stare , following her as she walked out.

She let out a breath she didn't know she held, her back against a wall when she saw she was alone. Thomas gave her a look, "I see the tension still continues." He says, and she nods , chuckling.

"He hates me." She whispers, shaking her head. Thomas frowns. "I don't see how anyone could hate you, princess. You are kind."

Y/n shrugs, beginning to walk. Thomas never walked beside her, only ever walked behind her. Because that was his job as her guard. "He's hated me since before he met eighteen years ago." Y/ns begins, "but I suppose he only despised me when I accidentally, but to him, purposely hurt his precious susan." Y/n seemed sarcastic. She mocked Susan's name. Thomas seemed amused.

"It seems to me he's misunderstood you." Thomas says and y/n squeals. "EXACTLY!" She whispers yells. " The man only met me within 5 minutes and decided I'd be his worst enemy."

After walking, she made it to the garden and spent the rest of her day there.

----

Y/n knew she shouldn't be up late, but she couldn't sleep. Something kept her awake.

She walked alone at night with a lantern in her hand, making her way towards the library that truly belonged to her. She was the only one who read aside from her mother, who was.. gone now.

She opened the large door to the library and quickly closed it. The library was large, filled with problems, millions of books, a large and long window , showing a beautiful view of the moon and stars. She places the lantern down and goes over a couple of books, finding one that would be interesting for her.

"Not that one." She whispered to herself, as quiet as she could.

She was distracted with her book. She failed to realize she wasn't alone, and someone was watching her, both amused and slightly confused.

She dropped a book, hissing as the head of it hit Her toes. "Ow!" She hisses, desperately trying to be quiet. The library was incredibly both quiet and echoey. One sound, and it would echo loud enough for someone who coincidentally passed by to hear.

She bent to get the book, "Shouldn't you be asleep?" A voice behind her causes her to flinch and gasp. Turning she faces, standing in front of caspian who was dressed in other but a white button up, pants and his black boots. His hair was messy, and he looked tired.

"I-" She stammered, "I couldn't sleep." She said, then frowned. "Why are you here?" She asks suddenly. Caspian clicks his tongue, "it's a library, is it not? What other reason is there to be in a library if not to read?"

She mentally rolls her eyes, but instead, she hums. Not replying. She turns, grabbing a book, and wants to make a leave when his voice stops her. " You've changed." He says, his eyes are on the book in front of him for a moment, then he places it on a counter and looks at her, hands going on his pockets. Even from a distance, he was still very much taller than her.

"No," she shakes her head, "I haven't. I'm still the same." She lies. She did change. She'd like to believe. And he clearly sees it, too. He hums, he doesn't smile or anything. "But you have. Changed, of course. " he tells her again, he doesn't move.

His eyes are hers, waiting for her to reply. To say something. To bite back, but she didn't. She never did. Whenever caspian told her something, whether it was mean.. or mean. She'd never say anything back.

She shrugged. "Goodnight, Your grace."

-----

"I'm so glad to see you again, princess." Reepicheep says, biting into a block of cheese, cherishing the flavors.

Y/n smiles, "I'm glad to see you too, reep. Amazing how long it's been and nothings changed of you."

Reepicheep makes a 'oh stop' noise, waving his hand and chuckling. Y/n smiles, shaking her head while eating her breakfast. Her father is at the end of the dining table, caspian on the other end, y/n sat in the middle, reepicheep next to her, trumpkin in front and lord drinian next to caspian.

Y/n stood up, dusting herself off. "I'm off to the gardens father." Y/n says, caspian turns to look at her, her father nods. "So soon, my dear?" He asks, drinking his wine.

Y/n nods. "I'll be safe—"

"Yes, you will. Have Thomas be with you."

Y/n stays silent, only nods and leaves the wrong. Caspian watches her walk away and leave the room, reepicheep groans at his food, when capsian speaks.

"Thomas?"

The king looks at caspian, "Yes, her guard." He bites a grape. " Since the death of Queen Alysanne, I've been quite paranoid. I ordered for her to have a guard to protect her."

"I thought she was well trained in combat. No one would dare harm her. They can't to–" caspian stopped himself from finishing his sentence , ye coughs. "I see."

The king stares at caspian, "I can assure you your grace. My daughter has learned to defend herself, but as a father, I have my fears. Surely when you become a father, you will understand."

Caspian only nods but stays silent.

----

"He's so... irritating. He was in my library, thomas. my library." Y/n groans, walking through the gardens of roses.

Thomas is behind her, listening to her trantrums. Amused and finding it hard to keep on a laugh. "He gave me that stupid look, too."

"Look?" Thomas says, raising a brow. "Should I ask."

"Dont." Y/n warns.

Thomas puts his hands up in defense, smiling and shaking his head. Y/n continues to walk, collecting her own bouquet of flowers . "He frustrates me."

"I can see." Thomas says back, earning a glare from y/n. Thomas snorts out quietly.

----‐

Days passes, y/n had no idea why caspian was there. Why was he in her kingdom, she didn't know.

Days passed , and she avoided him every time. He looked at her often, sometimes wheen she caught him , he wouldn't look away. He sometimes studied her.

Until one day—night. Y/n got in a fight with her father. The two disagreed, and she stormed off. No one knew where to, but they knew she ran off to the forest.

Dayana tried to run after her, but even y/n was too fast for her to keep up.

"Where is she?" King Nathaniel shouts, the staff all flinch. Caspian stares with his arms crossed, he turns to Thomas, Thomas looks devastated and for some reason, caspian is glad.

Caspian grabs Thomas by the collar, leading him to a different room. " Where is she." Caspian nearly growls. Thomas doesn't flinch, although he should.

"Anwser me." Caspian says dangerously. " You are her guard. You know where she hides." Thomas looks at caspian and frowns.

"And you care why?" Thomas bites. "All you've been is cold towards her. "

Caspian huffs. " i don't care." He shrugs. "But she's the kings daughter. And if she dies, you'll be the one suffering the consequences." Thomas shakes his head.

After a moment of silence, thomas gives in. Telling caspian where y/n usually hides, a place no one knew about. And in an instant, caspian flees. Thomas watches, "Don't care? Rubbish." He says to himself.

----

Y/n is in the middle of the forest. It's dark, and she can't see. She wants to turn and return to the castle, but she doesn't want to face her father.

She's in complete silence , standing in the middle of a forest, and she's alone. She cursed herself, turning around, but she hears a crack, making her stop. Another crack followed.

"Hello?" Her voice isn't shaking. She's curious, but she regrets that she didn't bring a weapon with her. Though, she didn't really need one.

"Hello." A deep voice behind her approaches. She turns and sees a man, she can't see his face but he's wearing a cloak. "Oh." She whispers.

"Oh?"

"Sorry to... disturb. I was just leaving." She hesitates. The man in the cloak tilts his head. "But you just arrived. You couldn't possibly be leaving already?"

Y/n freezes, the man is scary. "I'm sorry , truly! But my fathe—"

"The king can wait." The man says quickly. Y/n doesn't day anything, one step forward, and she takes one back.

"Sir." She whispers. " I need to go home."

"Home?" He repeats. "I don't have a home. What's it like." He says. He keeps titling his head from left to right. His voice gets deeper and shallower.

"It... it's " the man takes wha looks like a dagger from his pocket, and y/n pretends she doesn't see.

"Uh huh?"

Y/n makes no noise and doesn't speak. She's quiet for a long time. "You do not want to get near me.""

The man chuckles. "Oh but I do. I haven't felt someone's touch in a very long time. I get lonely."

Y/ns breathe shudders. "You do not want to touch me." Is what she wants to say. But instead, she says quiet. The man in the cloak circles around her, though she still can't see his face.

He gets closer til he's inches away from her. She doesn't push him away. Suddenly, everything was done. Sudden, his hand grabbed her neck, throwing her to the ground with him on top of her. Her hand gripped his wrist, and immediately, he screamed in agony.

The burning desire, she could feel her veins pop out. She could feel her blood pumping, her heartbeat. She felt hungry for more. He screamed and screamed, shaking, crying, and sobbing. Yet the more he was dying thr weaker she seemed to get.

"Let go!" He screams. "Let go!" He screams repeatedly. But she did. She had let go a long time ago.

She was breathing heavily, trying to stand, trying to waddle her way closer to the castle. Her vision is blurry. She can't feel her legs. For a moment, she could hear faint screams from someone else before everything went black.

-----

Y/n opened her eyes slowly, blinking slowly. She can feel pain on her neck and on her head. She groans, not realizing she wasn't alone.

She expected her father or Thomas, maybe even dayana. But she never expected caspian sitting and watching her.

"Who did this to you." Is all he says. He stares at her neck, not looking away from him. "Who?" He asks again. But she doesn't reply.

"I will search this entire kingdom if I have to. Don't tempt me." He finally looks at her. She's confused.

"How did I end up here?" She asks, staring at her surroundings. Who brought her here and how.

He shrugs. "I found you in time. You were already on the ground, unconscious." He says to her. He hesitates for a moment. She raises a brow, slightly.

"How did you bring me here?" She asks again, slowly. He doesn't reply, he stares but he doesn't reply.

"Did you touch me?"

"I didn't have a choice. You were unconscious." He tells her. Y/n stares at him , eyes widened. "I hurt you?" She whispers, staring for injuries but he looked fine.

"No." He shakes his head.

"So how did you touch me?" She asks, her voice louder. He swallows, gets up from the chair and sits on the bed. Not too close to her.

"Do you remember when you touched susan?" He asks her, the memory replays on her head. She nods, brows narrowed down. "I pushed you away." He tells her, "and I didn't feel pain. I pushed you from your shoulder, I felt your skin under mine. But I didn't feel pain. And I wondered—" He pauses to lick his lips. "Susan was in tears from a mere touch from you, an injury that scarred on her arm, and yet your touch never affected me."

Y/n is listening, but she can't believe it—him.

"I thought it was because I touched you so quickly and pulled away, but a couple nights ago." He hesitates. "You fell asleep in the library, and I couldn't help it." He stops. "I touched your face. It was killing me... I needed to know. And... it didn't hurt me."

Nothing makes sense anymore. Y/n is lost for words. She can't understand everything anymore.

"And when I saw you fall, your head was bleeding. I didn't check to see if there was anyone else. I needed to take you to safety. I brought you before anyone could see me." Caspian says, his eyes were deep and staring into hers.

"I can touch you?" She whispers and he nods. "Only you?"

Caspian seems hesitant but nods. " yes."

"Oh."

-------

Y/n sat in the library. A book In her hand, she's focused when the doors open and there is caspian. Dressed in a black robe, he's frozen on the spot.

Y/n paused. She avoided him since the accident. Not knowing or wanting to see or talk to him, afraid of the subject.

"I apologize—I didn't know you'd be--"

"It's okay." She says quickly. Offering him a kind smile. "The library is for all. Please.." She goes back to her book, and he nods.

After minutes of silence, he looks at her. "Couldn't sleep?" He asks, wanting to make conversation. She shakes her head, not looking at him.

"Me neither." He whispers.

Y/n sighs " it scares me to sleep." She says, admitting. He stares at her. " why is that?" He asks.

She shrugs. "When you sleep... you never know what's happening in the world. When you sleep, you're in a void of darkness. Since the night my mother was killed, I haven't been able to peacefully sleep without feeling like something will happen to me or to my father." She confesses , she closes her book, and stares up at him, but he's already staring at her.

"I suppose that is why I found you sleeping here? In the daylight."

Y/n smiles, nodding.

He hums, watching her stand. She places the book on the counter, bowing her head as she nears him.

"Goodnight 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯."

Caspian watches her leave the room, passing him he deeply inhales. The smell of lilies and soap brings him to heaven. He closes his eyes, savoring the smell.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

-------

Idk if it gave enemies to lovers.... I TRIED YALL.

Part 2???

[quecksilvereyes]

sometimes i think about narnia and i vibrate out of my skin like...

you walk into a world you cannot understand, frozen and dying, and it is you who thaws it. you who kills the witch, you who breaks the stone table, you who slays the wolf. it is you who is crowned and it is you who wails for two worlds when the wardrobe doors shut behind you.

your skin never sits quite right and your teeth are too dull. there are wars in your bones and decades in your eyes before you can reach the telephone on the wall.

you are king. you are queen. they won't let you read the newspapers at breakfast.

it calls you back from beyond a train and from within paint. begs with bloody palms and salt-crusted cheeks. takes from you all that you can give - and sends you back.

you watch your sister fade.

you are a child twice and an adult once. and when you stand in your home again, with crushed bones and the smell of coal still in your nose, you watch them sneer at your sister.

your sister is the sun above you. she is, beautiful and stone-cast, alive in a world you could never stomach. she smiles, still, and stretches her skin over human bones.

she is no longer a friend of narnia. do you tell them it is her who has to bury you all and the stars that are falling from the skies in shards?

[cyberball]

cair paraval

caspian x reader / no pronouns used / not rq

warnings: a couple swears, physical touch (as in not 18+ but still), mention of the word 'dress' but you can interpret that as any type of dress really

summary: you decide to reminisce on a select few memories of the beach at cair paraval in your room, one morning.

genre: yes it is fluffy but there's some slow burn/yearning thing going on, allusion to a modern!au in narnia, although u can assume it’s the same

notes: cyberball comeback! *crickets* anyway this is my highest word count thus far. ben barnes is actually fatal cuz now I'm obsessed with a character from my CHILDHOOD who I completely forgot even existed. alas, here we are, because caspian is a very very close second to Leo valdez, and I'm head over heels for that man. all this is to say, this will probably not be the last caspian fic and who knows, maybe I'll figure sth out for peter n ed as well!!! anyway enjoy i hope u like it

11:03 | 2896 words

11:45 AM

The spring breeze brushes against your face, and your eyes close in appreciation. From your balcony, the beach of Cair Paraval looks stunning; clear blue waters and a high tide to match. You let your thoughts linger on all the nights you’ve spent on said beach with a certain king of Narnia. You almost get up to try to find him, but you sit back down, realizing he must be busy. Your memories will have to sustain you for now.

4:23 AM – 1 month ago

Caspian’s hand came up to brush his hair out of his face for what seemed like the hundredth time that night – the sea breeze was relentless. You silently laughed at his efforts, as he leaned back into you, having given up on trying to tame his hair. His tall frame had somehow managed to sit snugly in between your legs, Caspian’s head resting on your chest. You were leaning against an enormous oak tree, the leaves swaying in tandem with the wind.

“Get up, you big goof,” you said, rolling your nightshirt’s sleeves up, determined to help him with his hair. He looked back at you for just a second before obeying your command. You loved his hair either way but you could tell it was annoying him right about now.

“What, you don’t like the unruly look my hair has taken on?” He asked, sitting up properly. You shook your head in amusement and looked away under his glance, pretending to look around for the clip you always kept on you, in case a predicament like this arose.

You gathered a little of his hair and tied it in place with the clip, letting a few pieces in the front fall out. The half-up-half-down look was his and your favorite.

He rested his head back onto your shoulder, looking ahead, the two of you still sitting. You had a ritual wherein you took one night each week to watch the sunrise. Now, even as the sun slowly woke up, the Narnian night sky glittered with tens of stars, and you wished you could look into his eyes. The black always reflected the light perfectly.

You two had been dating for about 2 weeks now. Caspian was your best friend and the person you trusted the most. Back when all you could think of on nights like these was your imagination of what it would feel like to have his lips against yours, looking into his eyes was a gesture far too intimate for two friends to share.

But now that it was a reality, you moved him off your shoulder and moved forward, so now you were facing him. On instinct, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on his lap. Giggling, you took his stubble-covered face in your hands. After staring into your eyes for a length of time most people would find uncomfortable, he looked up at the sky. And there it was; the sky condensed into his eyes. He looked back up at you, and you couldn’t help but kiss him. You wondered how you ever lived without knowing the taste of his lips.

5:09 PM – 3 months ago

The sun filtered through your hair as you managed to push through it. It was setting, and the horizon looked particularly capturing today; pink and orange clouds shielding its light. Speaking of the sun, unbeknownst to you, yours had come up behind the spot you had claimed on the sand. Placing a kiss on your head – and consequently making butterflies fly around in your stomach – Caspian took the place next to you, as he often did.

More often, he’d only made rare appearances in your solitude, as the mantle of being king had taken its toll on his free time. You had found yourself reminiscing on the time when every other free second you both had, you would spend with each other. You would train together as well, and while that hadn’t necessarily stopped, he had significantly less time to do so. So you missed it, and you missed the close contact, where you could pass off the hitched breaths and stuttering glances as something other than what they were.

Caspian was your best friend. Nothing more, although you found yourself coveting the same. You don’t quite remember when it changed; when the way you looked at him turned from friendly appreciation to lingering on his smile. You felt that maybe he felt the same when he’d make you laugh and then drink in your reaction; when you showed him a new dress and his gaze lingered on you for far more time than was needed to look at the dress; when, a few days ago, you were playing with his hair, as you often did, and he unabashedly stared at your lips; and even now, when he kissed your head and instinctually rested his hand on yours. His thumb caressed your palm, and you had to physically restrain yourself from melting onto the beach.

At least then you could be washed away with the sea. You could feel his gaze on you. “What, idiot?” You asked him, not turning to look at him, a playful smile playing on your lips. “That’s no way to address your king,” he replied smoothly with a smirk of his own. You wanted to wipe it right off his stupid, pretty face.

As happy as you were with his presence next to you, you didn’t forget how your getaways to the beach were much frequent just you now instead of you both. “Sorry, Your Majesty,” you muttered sarcastically. You winced as his face fell at your tone, immediately regretting your words, knowing how he literally had no time for anything other than his duties. You couldn’t be mad at him for that. He beat you to the apology, “I am sorry. I know I have seen you less and less these past few weeks, and it’s not an excuse, merely a reason, but my work as king has taken up most if not all my time. Regardless, I could have made time for you. Aslan knows you’re much more important to me than anything else,” he spoke the last words under his breath, but you caught them.

You both had talked about this before – how much you meant to each other – but every time he brought it up, your heart beat just a little bit faster. “Cas, don’t be sorry. I know you’re busy and it’s selfish of me to be mad at you for that. I’m sorry,” you replied, looking away. “You’re not being selfish. You’re the least selfish person I know. You’ve done nothing wrong here,” he said softly, pushing your hair behind your ears. A hue of red dusted your cheeks at the gesture and you smiled up at him, “It’s okay, Cas,” you assured him and noticed his eyes crinkling at the nickname, “Just promise to meet me whenever you can,” you said, playing with his fingers. “Yes, I know, I will use all my free time on you. You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, a glint in his eyes. You laughed amusedly, “You’re a good king, you know,” and he searched your eyes for any sign of a lie. He didn’t find it, even behind your teasing tone. “Just because I dedicated my free time to you?” he questioned and you pretended to think, “Hmm… yes.” Laughing

, you rested your head on his shoulder. You were happy to have him, even if your affections could only be as intimate as best friends.

2:58 AM – 2 months ago

You had just made a particularly hilarious joke, and Caspian had been laughing about it for what seemed like ages. “My god, calm down,” you managed to say through your own laughter, and he silently brought his forehead down to your shoulder, his own shoulders shaking from laughter.

After finally calming down, he said, “Never do that again,” a smile still brilliant on his face, despite the dim moonlight filtering through the clouds. “What, never make you laugh again?” you grinned, sucking your teeth, “sounds like a challenge to me. I’m too funny,” you joked, running your hand through your hair. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Caspian roll his eyes at you, and you wordlessly shoved him for it.

“That cloud looks like your hair in the morning,” you pointed out, gesturing to a cloud by the sea line. Caspian looked at you with an unamused face, “Ha-ha. Very funny,” he replied deadpan, but a grin eventually broke out on his face.

A long, comfortable silence stretched out between the two of you. You carefully rested your head on his shoulder and tried to take this for what it was: two friends enjoying each other’s company, and not letting your thoughts wander to a hope where maybe, someday, you could be more than that. Because it could never be. Caspian did a great job of reminding you of the fact when he piped up, “Today was sort of terrible,” and in response, you looked up at him through your lashes, beckoning him to continue. “The court is back at it with the marriage proposals and potential alliances,” he explained, and your heart dropped.

Oh. “Any of the potential matches interest you?” you questioned, silently hoping the answer was no. Regardless, you braced yourself for the impact, but he replied, very softly, might one add, “No,” and ran a hand through his hair. “Really?” you asked in an unamused tone, “none of them?” you were a tad bit eager to know his true feelings. So he pointed it out, “Desperate, are we? Why do you want to see me married off so quickly?” he asked, a smirk playing on his annoyingly pretty face. There was a sort of desperation in his eyes that you didn’t quite catch, however.

“Of course not, Your Highness,” you teased, “Curse me for wanting to see my king happy,” and rolled your eyes. “And anyway, it’s quite the opposite,” you muttered under your breath, sure that he wouldn’t hear it, but he did.

Fuck. He understood what you meant by it as well; he always did, and now he looked at you with something newfound in his eyes. Shit.

Silence. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“That is the last thing that would make me happy,” he finally spoke, and you silently sent up a prayer to whichever god let him ignore whatever you had said.

“And what would?” you asked, a teasing tone in your voice, but you both knew you genuinely wanted to know. Were you a possibility?

He didn’t reply. You chuckled softly and slightly shoved him, “What? I asked you something,” you said, still giggling. Your laughter had brought a smile to his face and you wanted to evaporate.

He took one of your hands and started absentmindedly playing with your fingers, as he often did. “I just… it’s a little funny to me how many times I’ve asked you that same question and you’ve not responded,” he confessed, black eyes staring you down, and then moving away when you hesitated in responding. “We tell each other everything,” a pause, “Right?” he asked, and hundreds of unsaid feelings poured into the small gap between you two, which he was slowly but surely closing. All the while his hands were still on yours, and you wondered if this was it. The day you finally get to call him yours, or the day you part ways.

“Caspian…” was all you managed, a little choked. Had his face always been so close to yours? You swore you could feel the beat of his eyelashes on your face, which was no doubt painted deep red right about now. It didn’t matter, because so was his.

You never knew eyes could speak like this – albeit, Caspian’s had always been able to, but never to this degree – begging, desperation, and hope, all in just two pupils. You literally were choked now; words had left you. You always told him, in matters of romance, you would never be able to make the first move. He had always laughed at that, the irony of you being such a bold and fearless person, yet being afraid of showing vulnerability like this. Although he himself could never chide you about that; both of you knew his stubbornness, especially in affairs of the heart.

He was not a daft man. A little oblivious, sure, but he knew the way you looked at him. You hadn’t tried to hide it either; in some masochistic way, even though you had your doubts about his feelings, you still wore yours on your face. You regretted it sometimes, when if he ended up listening to his court one day, then you would feel like a fool for putting your heart out on the line.

But so had he. Later on, you would realize that you were much more oblivious than him. He had half the decency to never completely assume that you were interested in him romantically, but he knew you. And you knew him.

So it made sense now to you. His lingering glances, especially those on your lips; the forehead kisses, which he had started a long time ago before you thought of him this way – however, they had grown much more frequent and much less chaste; and, oh. The words he said to you just a couple of days ago, lounging in his bed, your head in his lap, when you had joked about him being in love with you, “I’m not going to deny it.” You knew when he was joking. This was not such an instance, even though, immediately after, he tried to play it off as such. You knew it. Why hadn’t you said something?

Your name fell from his lips now, once more, a silent plea.

His lips ghosted over yours once more. You closed your eyes briefly, as you did when in a predicament, and exhaled hard.

Caspian sent up a prayer to whichever god would take it and made to connect your lips. You met him halfway.

You remember the first kiss like the back of your hand. You just about whimpered when his taste reached your tongue; the taste of the chocolate you both had snuck just a few minutes earlier was fresh on his lips. His rather large hands steadied you by your waist, and you still felt like crumbling by his touch.

A few seconds later, you pulled away reluctantly, out of breath. His eyes slowly fluttered open and his face was redder than you had ever seen it. You grinned and pecked his lips once more, and he felt your smile on him. It wasn’t a feeling he thought he’d ever experience.

Giddy, he mirrored your smile and kissed you harder than the last time.

“I knew you had a thing for me,” you said, right after he pulled away, breathless and smiling. “I’m not going to deny it,” he gloated, and you rested your forehead on his shoulder, laughing.

You were going to deal with the court some other day. It was just you and him right now.

11:56 AM – Present time

“Enjoying the weather, my love?” Caspian’s voice sounds out as his arms wrap around your torso. You slightly crane your head to look at him, shamelessly staring at his frame; simple white button-up, black pants. A rather handsome look on him.

“Your pick-up lines have always been terrible,” you remark, turning your head back around, a smirk on your face.

“And yet you were just checking me out,” he shoots back, resting his chin on the top of your head. You roll your eyes in response. “Checkmate?” he teases.

“Whatever. You can hardly blame me when you look this good,” you respond smoothly, turning around to face him while raising a hand to play with the ends of his hair.

“Have you seen yourself?” he says comfortably. His hands are resting easy on your hips and his gaze is on you, focused like you hung the stars in the sky. He always looks at you like this.

You shake your head, silently laughing, and crane your head to look out at the waters. It’s true that no one loves the sea quite like Caspian does, but that’s the very reason you appreciate it. His eyes light up when he talks of his adventures and voyages. Interestingly enough, there have only been two instances when the joie de vivre shines in his eyes; once when he thinks of the sea, and twice when he thinks of you. You’ve noticed it. The thought gets you giddy each time.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you. He places a kiss on your head and leans down to kiss your lips. Every time he does, it feels like the first time. Your eyes flutter close, and you notice something more in the way his lips move against yours. A message.

And then you realize.

Three words.

He pulls away, exhaling softly. A pause.

“I love you,” he says, your name on his lips like it always belonged there.

You waste no time. “I love you too, Caspian,” and he grins.

You mean it. And Aslan knows he means it too.

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[the-second-tonks]

He smiles a lot more around you | E.P

Summary : Nothing much , it's just Edmund leaving Narnia and Y/n following him .

Pairing : Edmund Pevensie x gn!reader , Caspian x Liliandil

Warnings : fluff , bit of angst , fluff , English is not my first language , this fic is not proofread so there could be a lot of mistakes , a bit plotless since I'm just back from my hiatus.

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Y/n stood there , clutching their sword as tightly as their grip allowed them to. The sword was in the sheath , and the sheath surprisingly was able to sustain the pressure .

They watched the three figures bid a goodbye to the King of Narnia , Caspian .. and the King of Beasts , Aslan .

Oh how badly they wished they could make the king and queen stay . How badly they wished they could make their cousin stay back too . How badly they wished they had the power to do that .

“We will definitely miss Narnia” Lucy admitted the obvious .

Y/n was just another regular seafarer.. but a close friend of the Narnian King Caspian. They always noticed how interested Caspian was in the field, and that's how they became friends .

But then , Caspian's old friends , High King and Queen of Narnia , entered their life and they couldn't be any more glad . Why? Wasn't it obvious? King Edmund had their heart and brain go insane. They fell for him first and he seemed to smile more around them (observed by Lucy) .

No feelings were communicated due to the havoc they were in , but now , y/n couldn't believe that it was the last time they would be seeing The Edmund Pevensie. They were undeniably feeling butterflies in the stomach due to two reasons

1. Edmund looked breathtaking

2. Anxiety that he was leaving

They were confused , stressed , panicked , sad and most of all , love sick .

Shall I confess?

The question kept revolving in their mind as they watched Lucy hugging the life out of Aslan . It was something that showed how dearly she loved Narnia. Y/n walked closer to Caspian , who seemed in queue for the last goodbye .

Y/n smiled at Caspian and shook hands with Eustace as he politely came to bid y/n . “You'll be missed , Eustace . But I'm happy that you've still got another visit”

Caspian nodded “Yeah , i think he'll be more mature by then” bidding Eustace a goodbye too .

Y/n and Caspian smiled when Eustace embarrassingly nodded and claimed that he had been pretty immature . He walked towards his siblings then .

“Are you going to go beyond the sea too?” they hadn't forgotten how Caspian wanted to go through it . Y/n was sure about reepicheep , who had gone through it already.

“I think I should , but at the same time , I cannot let go of Narnia , i cannot give up. I think I have motivation now ..” Caspian shared his thoughts with Y/n .

“That goddess looking girl we met? King Ramandu's daughter?” Y/n questioned , smirking a bit .

“Yeah..” Caspian blushed a bit and nodded .

“She seemed interested in you , give it a try , King” Y/n suggested , as they saw Lucy get up now , done hugging Aslan .

“You should confess to King Edmund too . I confessed to Queen Susan , even though I knew we had no future together.. if you don't confess now , he'll be gone forever and you'll be here with regret ” Caspian advised y/n.

Y/n nodded and spoke “I just want to be a happy memory in his mind” they took a deep breath as Lucy and Edmund both proceeded towards y/n and Caspian .

Lucy bid Caspian a painful goodbye . While Edmund was busy with Caspian , Lucy hugged Y/n and spoke “I'll miss you so much , Y/n”

“Likewise , Queen Lucy” they spoke and hugged Lucy back .

“It's been days since we've been here with you and yet , your habit of referring to us with our titles hasn't changed” Lucy chuckled with tears in her eyes .

“It would've probably improved if you could stay here forever” For y/n, these three people were iconic , a dream friend group .

They would miss them so much . They could already feel it . Ever since they had heard about Queen Susan and High King Peter , they knew it was going to hurt so bad when Queen Lucy and King Edmund would leave .

Lucy laughed a bit and moved aside , as Edmund came in Y/n's view . Edmund wasn't affectionate.. so y/n didn't expect him to hug them or even shake hands with them. As expected , Edmund just eyed Y/n and spoke “I wish we had more time”

Caspian felt Deja vu hit him . It felt as if the scene from three years ago was occurring again .. and he did root for y/n and Edmund to kiss .

“Yeah , i wish the same.” y/n spoke , and kept looking at him .

“I like you” .. “Huh?” they both spoke simultaneously, taking everyone off-guard, even themselves.

Y/n smiled at Edmund widely , and Edmund was shocked out of his wits .

“You.. like me back?” he questioned as he moved closer to y/n .

“You too?” y/n smiled warmly . It was the best and the worst day of their life .

Y/n stood there as Edmund slowly took the lead in kissing them . The kiss was everything that could make anyone's brain go bonkers . It was slow , passionate, yet loving and warm.

They both ended the kiss with a smile . Edmund smiled sadly at y/n when Aslan spoke “It's time to leave now , King Edmund” to grab Edmund's attention.

Edmund nodded and looked back at y/n with glossy eyes . Y/n immediately launched themselves at him , they couldn't get enough of him . They wouldn't be able to hear his voice , look at him , hug him , kiss him or even get a small glance of him , ever again. Just a small hope in their heart that Aslan would permit them to go to Edmund's world . Just a small wish , that they desperately wanted to be fulfilled .

Once they separated from the hug , Edmund smiled at y/n , just like he always did .

“I told you he smiles a lot more around you” Lucy remarked , happy for the pair .

Y/n nodded shyly and removed their pendant from around their neck . Tiptoeing , they put the pendant around Edmund's neck and whispered “Every time you miss me , clutch this tightly , and feel the surroundings. You'll notice my presence . Like this , I'll be there with you always , any time you need me.” Y/n spoke , and then , their voice broke as they continued “Keep it safe for me even when you find another lover , if I ever come to visit you .” they joked .

Edmund nodded “I'll wait for you , forever.”

Aslan heard that , and nodded . Soon , the three people were leaving through the water tunnel . Endless eye contacts were made between y/n and Edmund , conveyed indefinite words that were left unheard , untold .

Once the tunnel closed with the three people disappearing , Aslan spoke “King Caspian , this must feel unfair to you , but maybe , there is a chance to let y/n go to the other world , where the High Kings and Queens reside”

Caspian spoke “It would've been unfair to the younger Caspian , Aslan . Now , I know what I want from my life , I think I'm clear about my thoughts.. even though I'll miss y/n , i think we should let them go if there is a way”

Aslan spoke “There is .. but it'll send y/n to 4 years from now”

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows.. what does that mean?

“Aslan , forgive me for my curiosity , but why 4 years?”

“Edmund still has some things to grow up from , y/n . He is unaware of his tolerance and loyalty. He is in need to prove his loyalty and I think the time of 4 years will give him that chance ” Aslan spoke mysteriously as sudden air hit y/n and Caspian . The tunnel from between the water was opening up again ..

“Go on , Y/n . Once you step into that world , you won't be able to come back ” Aslan spoke .

Y/n nodded , bidding a happy and nervous goodbye to Caspian and aslan . Taking a deep breath , they walked towards the tunnel .

Entering in and going through the water tunnel , they entered the new world which seemed very familiar to them . They were in some weird clothes that they had never seen or worn , and they was standing under the shed on a rainy day . They had an umbrella in their hand , but they didn't know what to do . They couldn't see Edmund or Lucy or Eustace anywhere.

What am I supposed to do?

Y/n thought to themselves , when their train of thoughts were interrupted by a deep , attractive voice .. “Ughh, the forecast didn't say it'll rain!” . The voice belonged to a very handsome gentleman.. but the face made y/n's face go awed as well as tearful . They wanted to make sure before reacting , and therefore they glanced at the pendant around his neck . Their heart warmed when they noticed that it was actually still there.. he actually meant forever when he said so .

Yes , yes , yes , yes! He's Edmund! The Edmund Pevensie!

“Edmund?” they spoke it loud enough for the guy to hear .

Edmund was shocked as he turned to look at the person beside him .

“Huh? Y-Y/n?” his eyes went wide too , but his smile was wider than that . Ohh he wanted to embrace them so bad , but his clothes were wet .

The couple took a long walk to Edmund's home underneath one umbrella. They talked and laughed , and stared endlessly at each other.

Soon, Lucy was very happy to find Y/n and so was Eustace .

“I told you he smiles a lot more around you” Lucy remarked again, because it was the first time in a long time that the family had seen Edmund smiling so widely .

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[therogue704]

Currently watching Prince Caspian and thinking about @rorykurago 's fic Once a King or Queen and crying

[whiskeywinter89]

What's that one Caspain x reader fic (may have been part of a series) set during the voyage of the dawn treader? In which the reader is brought to narnia separately from lu, ed, and Eustace. And is instead caught by the slave traders?

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Lay all your love on me (Caspian x fem!reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 2103

Requested: Yes, by so wonderful annon 💜

Warnings: poor try at writing smut! IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 DO NOT READ IT, PLEASE!

Mention of fingering, p in v, losing of virginity, body fluids

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Summary: Where Caspian help her understand her needs.

Journey on the Dawn Treader was something she dreamed about, and Caspian was more than happy to make it happen. Not long before their wedding, he decided to show her The Lone Islands. She loved every minute on the ship, and the crew was very kind. What she hadn’t expected were all the feelings that Caspian awoke in her. It started with small gestures - he always tried to bring her a snack or drink that she liked. She began to notice every gentle touch - on her hands or the small of her back when he helped to keep her steady. But what happened in the morning left her extremely confused. 

One morning they watched the sunrise, and Caspian wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to rest against his chest. He gently caressed her arms to make her warmer. He whispered sea stories straight to her ear, and his hot breath leaned against the skin on her neck. She felt gooseflesh on her skin and the heat coming to her cheeks. Her heartbeat was so fast and loud that she only hoped he didn’t feel or hear that. But what was the strangest was feeling inside her belly and even lower. She felt that heat in her intimate parts, and embarrassment took over her. She didn’t know what was happening to her body, and her mind was occupied by him. She wanted him to hold her, to touch her, but it all seemed to be wrong. Flushed, she quickly tried to compose herself and tried to find an excuse to leave. She saw the confusion on his face, but he didn’t say a word. She tried to hide as much as she could the whole day - she would say she was needed somewhere. But it was too hard to do in such a limited space. Too soon for her, he knocked on the door of her cabin. She opened the door and bit her lower lip at the sight of him, especially at the worried look on his face. She moved gently to allow him to come into the room. 

“How do you feel?” He watched her closely, standing with his hands behind his back. 

“I’m… I am alright, Caspian.” She tried to smile, knowing he didn’t believe her words. 

“I was worried about you… You seemed so distant… I… Did I do something wrong?” 

“What? No, Caspian. Of course, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She came closer and touched his elbow, making him move his hands to gently touch her arms. She looked down at it, and the heat came to her cheeks. “I… Oh, it’s so embarrassing!” She moved to her bed, sitting down and hiding her face in her hands. She heard him moving closer and bending before her. “I shouldn’t be thinking about it, let alone talking about it.” She whispered, and he was even more confused. 

“Love, what’s going on in your pretty head?” His hand brushed her knee, and she looked at him. In that second, she felt like she could drown in his eyes, and a sense of security came into her heart. “You can tell me everything.” 

“I’m not sure how to describe it. Every time… every time you are close to me, my heart starts beating like it wants to jump from my chest. Even the smallest touch made my skin burn in such a delicious way. It made me shiver to my bones. It made my belly feel like thousands of butterflies had a battle there, and the worst thing is… That it all made me want more.” She ended with a whisper, feeling tears coming to her eyes. She felt the heat warming her cheeks and was afraid to look up at Caspian. She felt him taking her face into his hands, and then what surprised her, she saw him smiling. He quickly kissed her forehead, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. 

“It’s completely all right, love. It’s nothing wrong.” His thumb gently whipped that one tear. 

“It’s not?” She looked up with hope, and he only smiled wider. 

“No, my dear. I believe that it’s completely normal. It’s how your body lets you know it’s attracted to me. And... I must say that I feel the same way as you. I won’t even count how many times I needed cold baths.” He chuckled, looking down for a few seconds. “It’s natural to feel that. Intimacy is not only about the conception of a child. It’s also about pleasure.” 

“Could you… Could you show me? I know that we are not married yet. But I trust you. And I know that we would not change our plans for it.” 

“There is no power in any world that would make me not want to marry you. And it’s not even two weeks before it will happen, right?” She finally smiled, even if her shyness didn’t go away. 

“That’s right.” She put her hand over his and squeezed it. “So, will you show me how to change this lust into pleasure?” Caspian felt his own arousal grow stronger at her words, and it took everything from him to not take her at that moment. 

“I will do everything in my power to do it.” He gently changed his position to sit next to her, looking directly into her eyes. “But you need to promise me something. You will tell me if something will make you uncomfortable if you don’t like something. It’s about you, and I need to know that you will feel good.”

“I promise, Cas. I will tell you.” Her words were full of trust and innocence, and he couldn’t stop himself any longer. He leaned down and connected their lips, kissing her deeper and stronger than ever. He heard her soft gasp of shock, but her body went closer to his, and her hand tangled in his hair. He felt how her body melted against his when his fingers started to trace her soft curves. His lips were leaving wet kisses down her throat, making her suck on air. He saw her breasts, squeezed by a corset, rising heavily with her every breath. Caspian looked into her eyes when one of his hands touched the lace of her corset. 

“Can I?” She nodded, and he helped her to stand up. She turned around, and he slowly started to untie the laces, placing small kisses on every new part of her body he saw. When she turned again to look at his face, he saw her pupils were dilated. She took her hand, which held the dress against her chest and allowed it to fall around her feet. 

“Caspian, may I… undress you?” He smiled widely at her. 

“You may do whatever you want, love.” She smiled and moved closer to him, pressing her lips against his, reaching to his belt. She carefully undid it and held the shirt. They parted, and with his help, she took it off him. She stopped her hand from touching his bare chest, but he took it and placed it on his skin with an encouraging smile. She could feel his strong heartbeat under her fingers. Her touch was like the touch of a feather when she tried to learn his body. She shivered when she pressed a small kiss above his heart and stopped her hand on his trousers. At his nod, with shaking hands, she untied it. They fell on the floor, and he watched her face when she took a look over his whole body. He noticed a shade of fear on her face.

“Dove, is everything all right?” He gently took her face in his hands and made her look at him.

“I… Will it hurt?” He caressed her cheeks. 

“It might be a little painful. But I will try to prepare you, so it shouldn’t be bad. If you have changed your mind, it’s alright. We don’t need to do anything.”

“I want it. I really do. I didn’t expect it to be so big.” She whispered, and he couldn’t stop his chuckles. “Don’t laugh at me, Caspian. You better help me with my chemise.” She smiled widely, but in her eyes, he still noticed her shyness. He kissed her deeply, but his hands ghosted over her body. In a few movements, she stood naked before him. Before he looked down, he stole a few more kisses, trying to make her relax a little more. 

“Oh my… Dove, you are so beautiful. Magnificent.” With one look at her face, he moved his hand over her side, watching gooseflesh rising under his fingers. The heat flashed on her face, and he kissed her shortly once more. “Let’s move to the bed, alright?” 

Caspian helped her lay down and took place beside her. She was hungry for his kisses, and it was starvation he happily wanted to satisfy. His hand gently massages her body - through her breasts, tummy to her hips. He observed her reactions and told her what his next step would be. With satisfaction rising in his chest, he saw she tried to press her body closer to him. After his hands, there came his lips. The soft moans and breaths left her mouth when he kissed her neckline and breasts. She gasped when he finally touched that sweet point between her legs, slowly massaging it. She bit her lips at the newfound pleasure that blossomed in her abdomen. He tried to distract her as much as he could when he carefully started preparing her with his finger, adding one more after a few moments. She was everything he could think about - her gasps, moans, how breath caught in her chest. He loved how she squeezed her hands against the bedsheet and his arms, how her body mindlessly wanted to be close to him, and how she clenched against his fingers. However, his favourite thing was watching her falling apart under him when she reached her climax. He kissed her neck, letting her catch her breath, and he couldn’t stop smiling when he heard her mumbling his name. 

“I’ve got you, love. I’m here.” Caspian whispered lovingly, kissing her face when she came down. “Do you think you are ready for more, love? You still want it?” 

“Yes. I want it all, Caspian. Please.” He was painfully ready for her, so he moved between her tights, helping her to open for him. Once again, he distracted her with kisses when he took his member in hand and collected her wetness with it. And then, ever so slowly, he slid it over her folds, stopping immediately at her soft cry. He whispered sweet nothings, kissing everywhere he could only reach, making her focus on anything but discomfort. He buried himself fully inside her and let her get used to this stretching. At her request, he started moving into her, talking her through the act. With his compliments, he made her giggle. He praised her and worshipped her. He made her feel comfortable and loved. He pulled out his member from her warm centre and finished with a groan on her belly. She felt his muscles convulsing under her fingers, so she gently massaged his scalp, holding him close with another hand. When he finally looked at her, she was smiling widely and truly. She touched his cheek and brushed away some of his hair that fell down. They breathed heavily from their activities, but relaxation was sneaking into their bodies. She couldn’t stop smiling, and she kissed him lovingly.

“Will we do it again, please? Maybe not now, but when we rest a little?” He chuckled, kissing her again.

“Whenever you want, how much you want, love.” He kissed the top of her nose, and she smiled.

“Wonderful!” She bit her lip, gently caressing his cheek. 

“Now let me clean you up a little, and then we can take a nap if you want.” 

“I would love to.” He smiled at her and kissed her, making her breathless again. She couldn’t stop her giggles watching him stand up and come to the vanity table, where he poured water into a bowl and wet a towel. He came to her again and started cleaning her out, minding her sensitive body. It probably became one of the most treasured moments of his life for him - seeing her with flushed cheeks, trying to hide a smirk behind her hand. To be able to see that look in her eyes for the rest of his life, he could kill, but now he made sure that she was comfortable and she knew how much he loved her.

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

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

Klaudia  💜

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[oneawkwardwriter]

prince caspian, inspired by 'I see the light' from tangled also imagine on the dawn threader at night under the moon and the stars

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I See The Light

pairing: Dawn Treader!King Caspian x gn!reader warnings: a little bit of pining, very intense eye-contact, maybe perhaps some kissing... maybe even perhaps things getting just a little bit more heated... not quite nsfw, but there's some implying summary: you're staring at the moon and stars; Caspian is staring at you a/n: thank you so much for requesting this, I absolutely LOVE Tangled and I've recently come back into my King Caspian Narnia hyperfixation. Also, this is techically not the first time I've written something like this, but definitely one of the better things I've written wc: 1.3k

The only light, besides that of the moon, that illuminates your path to the railing of the Dawn Treader is the lantern at the helm, where a faint flame is dancing in its little cage.

For the first time since you've left the harbour, the midnight sky is fully clear, not a cloud that dares to blanket the twinkling stars or the silver glow of the moon. It's colder than usual, a light breeze blows against your cheek.

You lean down on the railing, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you look up at the sky. For some reason, there's something mesmerising about the way the moon casts a silver glow across the water, how the stars form constellations that only exist because someone decided to connect the dots to make some sense of it all.

You're too caught up in your own head to hear the door to below deck open. And so Caspian, King of Narnia, finds you staring out into the midnight sky. He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed, a smile adorns his lips. His eyes skim over your figure, taking in every detail as the wind lightly ruffles your hair.

For a moment, he just stands there, not wanting to disturb you. After some time, he carefully approaches you. You hadn't noticed him at first, but after a while, you had felt his eyes burning in your back. So when he came to stand beside you, you weren't entirely startled.

"Can't sleep?" Caspian asks softly, not looking you in the eyes just yet and instead looks up at the sky as well.

"Oh, I'm sure I could if I bothered to try," You answer, "It's just that the sky hasn't been this clear ever since we sailed out of the harbour."

"It also hasn't been this cold ever since we sailed out of the harbour," He remarks, "A simple shirt won't keep you warm enough."

"Oh please, I'm fine," You say, even though you're unable to hide the shiver as it runs down your spine. "Besides, shouldn't you be fast asleep in your bed?"

The king lets out a dry chuckle and shakes his head. "Perhaps, but luckily for me, I don't have to follow orders," He says, his gaze drifting towards you now, "You, on the other hand, would be wise to do so. You should go to bed, get some rest."

You playfully roll your eyes. "I'll go to bed shortly," You say, looking back at him as well now. "You know, you're welcome to stay here for a while, Your Majesty."

"Oh, don't go calling me by my title now, we're past that," He says, finally being able to properly look you in the eyes. "Please, just call me Caspian. Also, thank you for allowing me to stay on my own ship."

"Alright, I didn't mean it like that," You respond as you lightly chuckle and shake your head, "I just didn't want you to think you couldn't be here because I was already here, even though it's your ship, which you said and... I'm rambling, aren't I?"

Caspian looked at you with a light smile on his lips, his eyes trained on yours. "You are, but please, don't stop on my account," He says, moving almost unnoticably closer. "Really, do continue, please."

"Oh, okay, uhm..." It didn't make sense why your mind suddenly went completely blank. There was no reason for your cheeks suddenly feeling warm and turning a bright red. "What... what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh, anything, really," Caspian answered, the silver light of the moon reflecting in his eyes. "That wasn't an order, by the way. I just... really love it when you talk."

"Good to know," You say softly, averting your eyes for a moment before looking back up at the midnight sky. "So... the sky is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

"Yes, it truly is." If you had looked at him, you would've seen Caspian's eyes were still trained on you rather than the sky. "The way the moon and stars cast their silver glow is... truly mesmerising."

Despite the chilled breeze that glides over the ship and the silence between them, the atmosphere is strangely comfortable and relaxed. Time seems to stand still, stretching the minutes into an eternity as the two of you continue to gaze up at the midnight sky.

After Aslan knows how long, Caspian softly speaks up again. "Have I ever told you why I love being at sea so much?"

You avert your gaze from the stars to look at him. "No, but please, do tell."

"Back in the palace," He begins, "everyone and everything always seems to be in such a hurry. And despite all of that, I feel like I'm doing nothing but chasing down daydreams until the days just... blur together.

"But out here, everything is so peaceful. The gentle rocking of the ship, the glow of the starlight... suddenly, everything is crystal clear, like I've finally found what I'm supposed to do."

You softly smile as you listen intentively, resting your head on the palm of his hand. After a while, Caspian looks at you in slight confusion, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" He asks, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Oh, nothing," You say, your smile turning into the lightest of smirks as you continue, "I just... really love it when you talk."

Caspian let out another chuckle as he shakes his head. "Using my own words against me, are you now?" He comments teasingly, leaning in just a little bit closer. "Are you sure it's a good idea to challenge your king?"

"Didn't you say that we were past using your title?" You raise an eyebrow at him, daring enough to take a small step closer as well. "And if not, what will you do? Exile me?"

"Oh no, my dear, I wouldn't dream of it." The world seemed to somehow shift into a blur as the back of his fingers lightly brushes against your cheek, creating a contrast between the warmth of his touch and the chilled gusts of the wind. "Has anyone ever told you your eyes are as bright as the stars above?"

The light touch of his hand and his soothing words managed to knock the breath out of your lungs, the way he gazed into your eyes left you in a trance-like state. If your eyes were as bright as the stars, his were brighter than a thousand suns with the intensity he was looking at you.

Slowly, carefully, an invisble force seemed to push the two of you closer together until there were mere millimeters between your lips. And then, time seemed to freeze into a moment of uncertainty, even though the electricity could be sliced with a knife.

"Tell me to stop," Caspian breathed, his hand resting on your cheek as those brown eyes bored into yours. "My Starlight, tell me to stop. I won't be able to hold back."

"Don't stop... don't hold back."

And that was all he needed to hear before closing the distance between you. In his defense, he really intended on holding back on the intensity, but as soon as those words had fallen from your lips, he was done for.

One hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his body while his older hand held steadily onto your face. Your hands crept into his hair, your fingers softly running through the strands, earning yourself a soft groan falling from his lips.

His grip on your waist tightens slightly, the fervour in his kiss grows a little stronger. "Please," He whispers against your lips, nearly sounding like a desperate plea.

"Okay..." You respond breathlessly, letting him pull you towards the stairs leading to below deck.

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This is for your sleepover. I am just being a menace knowing what this prompt could cause. I am requesting a fic. Work at all your leisure.

So it is a request for a Dark! King Caspian. Prompts

"i thought i could trust you." "and whose fault is that?"

their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer

Maybe if you would like some background

Reader was Caspian's friend that has helped him even after everyone has told them he was a lost cause. But Reader is in love and keeping it from him. But that's just a suggestion you work your own magic.

Okay, we spoke about this and I told you what people have no clue about, but Prince Caspian was my first fictional boyfriend. My first man. I haven't written him in ages and this might genuinely tingle parts of my brain that were long forgotten, but I can't wait. Here we go, Ellie. — main masterlist | 🏷️: Dark!King Caspian, life-long best friends, friends to enemies to lovers to 'friends', pining, mentions of smut, unresolved sexual tension; [WC: 1.4k]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ i was never there ꒱

Peace among the Telmarine Kingdoms came at high prices that one but he, the King, was ready to speak for or own up to. It came at the cost of what sometimes felt like his soul if he still believed in those.

Most of the time, you stood by his side as Caspian chose whatever he must.

As his Counselor, you knew what no one else in the world did.

As his friend, you saw what even Caspian himself tried to hide. And as his lover... well—that part was long gone. But you remembered it. What it was like, having the pieces of him that reminded you of the Caspian that once was. Having the pieces of the King, who reminded you of who you kept falling for. Being trapped by.

Caspian won you back by saying Narnia would collapse without you.

Back then, a couple of years ago, he went into the woods in search of you after the fallout you two had and whispered the words you longed to hear for a long time. "I can't do this without you. Come back to me. You know it's different with us—you know... it's us."

“I’ll come back under one condition.”

“Anything.” The way Caspian uttered words changed after he became King. After power dripped off his shoulders as if his cloaks and clothes carried magic unknown by everyone else.

“It’ll be different. I’m not—your Consort.” The way you spit out the word carried your shame, the memories, and his taste. “Don’t turn me into one. Not again.”

Instead of nodding along, Caspian took his time before answering. He looked around your tent, looked you up and down as if searching for the answer in your body — as he had many times before — and then, after tense seconds of silence, he nodded, solemn. “I won’t.”

You knew the roundtable were still in talks to marry him to Ramandu’s daughter. Two years of absence and that was yet to change.

Caspian’s stubbornness was as iconic as his sword.

But if he would marry her—and he would, for there was no doubt about the best choice for Narnia’s King, then you would stay clear of his chambers.

“You’ll advise me. Go back to your place by my side.” He spoke in absolutes, and it made you remember that now, you had to look straight into his eyes when he spoke, and not the curve of his lips. Not the dark feathers surrounding his neck, or the secrets he hid in the corner of his mouth.

“So it is.”

It lasted months.

Months of Caspian showing you how much he had changed — so much power, how could one being carry so much power within them — and yet, how much he was still the same. The sudden bursts of playfulness when the two of you were alone in the private gardens of the castle. The knowing looks and entire conversations he was able to carry with you over people’s heads in balls, meetings, encounters. All of that, and the sizzling, almost-alive energy that you two generated when you got too close.

That went nowhere.

“Where did you go?” He asked you in rose garden once. You two had practiced the shortsword together long enough to be dripping in sweat, so you sat under a willow tree and watched as Caspian laid his body by your feet, resting his head on his hand. “None of my soldiers could find you for too long.”

“Narnia is a big place,” you answered. Being difficult with him was a pastime you never grew out of.

Caspian rolled his eyes. “I’m happy your time away in mysterious place never robbed you of your difficultness.”

“How could it? I was born with it.”

Caspian smiled. One of those rare and gorgeous smiles. “I said that when I was a teenager. Will you ever let it go?”

“Never.” That memory was etched into you. Tattooed on the walls of your brain, along with the first kiss of his lips on yours that followed those words.

The air sizzled slightly, and you knew the topic etched too close to dangerous waters.

“And you—did you learn anything about battling with more than one weapon or are we done here?”

It was good enough of a distraction.

The battlefield became your only escapade. The only place you two could be near each other, close, touching, and the hitches on your breath or soft gasps that escaped your lips could be passed by something else other than it was.

A storm, brewing in the distance.

He’d promised you that he’d keep his distance. Caspian promised to respect your wished, but Caspian lied before.

A few days after that, and he brings you back to where you were before running away. 

Harvest festivals were a time of drunkenness, stupidity, accidents.

As his Counselor and one of his first Knights, it meant hours of boring work—being one of the few sober people in a castle full of drunks and high folks was not only tiresome, it was annoying.

When he comes to you offering a glass of — you check with your nose, humming along — absinthe, and his pipe, you think, at least this. At least a little bit of peace.

You two talk for a while. Hushed tones, poised faces. People pass by and greet, sometimes stopping to try and participate, but as always, they feel left out after a while. Nothing and no one can quite keep your pace—you and Caspian developed your own rhythm years ago, and that only worsened with the years.

When he asks to go up to the meeting room, it’s past the peak of night. It must be only a few hours before sunrise, and you think—’the guards can finish this’. So you go up. 

Conversation about the trip to Poppy Fields is so good that you almost miss it.

His eyes on you, heavy and meaningful. The long sips he takes of his glass, and how his voice lowers.

When you do register, it’s because of proximity. You’re standing in front of his bookshelf, checking the new addition titles he acquired in your absence, and then, his presence covers your back like a dark cloud.

You shiver, breath hitching once again. Caspian’s close. Too close for a conversation, and the silence that comes with it makes it known for the both of you.

This proximity’s dangerous, and it makes a knot climb up your throat. 

He’d promised.

Frozen, you stand there in silence, your words forgotten and the topic of the conversation unknown to you, carried away by the wind. All you can feel is how his chest is only a couple of inches away. He removed his cloak, leaving only his white blousy tucked in his pants, and know what he looks like without taking a glance back.

“You promised me.” It comes out as a sad, choked whisper.

He knows you’re too weak to ever want to push him away. “I did.” He sounds surprised. Not at breaking his promise, but that he did one in the first place. Caspian’s hands find your waist, and they might as well be balls of fire for the way they burn through your clothes, warming the skin under. “I tried.”

He had. Both of you had, you knew.

"I thought I could trust you." To try harder. To keep your promise.

Caspian chuckles at that, dark and low. His face inches closer, his lips ghosting over your ear in that way he knows makes you weak— "And whose fault is that?" With those words, he pulls your body flushed against his, and then brings his lips to your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses that goes from under your ear to the column of your throat.

Caspian lied before, but never to you.

But then again, if you thought about it, he had promised long ago that he would never hide what he really feels for you. He promised that first.

You spin around in his arms when Caspian’s teeth sink against you, and bury your moan in his mouth, surrending entirely to the ocean of him and everything you missed. You’re shaking, hands trembling and chest panting, but so is he.

Neither of you will make past the table this first time, but this table had seen your naked body before, and it had seen its King falling apart by your hands.

This was your fault. And his. And you two were guilty, willingly, together. Over and over again.

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