#lucy and peter's outfits match

[tending-the-hearth]

i think about this moment a lot and how Peter is just holding Lucy SO tightly and how Lucy is clinging to him and how Edmund puts himself in front of them to be the first line of defense to keep his older brother and little sister safe and Peter's the second line and how neither of them will allow anything to touch their baby sister

[cheerfullycatholic]

I forget if you're still open for ideas about this, but you're doing rosaries for each of the Pevensie kids, right? If so (and if you can, I don't know what resources you have lol 😅) your color schemes might royal colors, like royal red, royal blue, royal purple, royal green, etc., each with a gold or silver accent color (like matching their crowns in the movie, Peter and Susan have gold, Edmund and Lucy have silver. Or tbh you could accent their colors with just gold to symbolize their shared royalty and that they're all siblings). Or something like that, this message was a lot shorter in my head 😅

Dude you're actually really close to what I was already thinking of!

I originally wanted to go with the colors of their coronation outfits at the end of the first movie, but they all were mostly blue and I want my rosaries to be distinctly different so I was trying to think of colors that kind of represented them as entire characters instead of just a single scene and this is what I have

Peter: red hail beads with gold crown decades (I found the cutest crown beads on Amazon!!)

Edmund: I can't decide if I wanna do dark green or dark blue hail beads but either of those with silver crown decades

Susan: if I don't do dark blue for Ed I'd probably use it for Susan, or I was thinking maybe a light blue or lavender or even a plum purple for the hail beads with gold crown decades (I can't remember now if Susan wore a lavender dress in the movies or if I'm confusing her for Anna Popplewell's character in Reign but I think she looks very nice in purple)

Lucy: I think I like either a burnt orange or an autumny yellow for the hail beads with silver crown decades

And and!!!! I found gold lion head beads that I wanna use for Aslan's rosary!!! I also have an idea for a Cair Paravel rosary but I'm not sure if Hobby Lobby will have the exact beads I want (this is the only one where I'm like "it has to be PERFECT it has to be EXACT if I can't get what I want I just won't make it!" and idk why lol). I also have an idea for Caspian's but it's written down on a paper downstairs and I don't wanna go get it because spooky but if I remember correctly he's getting a...silver crown? Idk idk to be figured out or remembered later

I think I'm getting way too invested in this because I've been thinking a lot about the possibilities especially a kind of matchies similar set of rosaries that are based off their coronation outfits (having them all be blue but with the different accent colors like they do in the movie, Ed's being silver, Peter's yellow, Susan's dark blue, and Lucy's orange) and like idk man I wanna do this it makes me happy but what am I going to do with all these rosaries I already have a collection of them I don't need more 😭😂 I'm kiiiindaaaa maaaayyybbbeee considering trying to sell them on Etsy but idk it's a lot to think about and honestly I just wanna make them because I have a vision and for some reason the work relaxes me which is weird because it's the exact thing that I think would do the complete opposite but making them just feels right it feels like when I write like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing if that makes sense. Kinda dramatic though lol

Anyway sorry to ramble I'm just super excited about it!!!! The all royal color idea is giving me so many mental images and I might have to do more Pevensie sets than I originally thought I would! I'm gonna have more than a dozen rosaries made before I even move onto other fandoms!!!

[huntsvillehq]

you are cordially invited to a good ol' fashioned Valentine's Day Hoedown! an event for couples and singles to get together and just have fun and perhaps forget our struggles for a little while. there will be square dancing, line dancing, and swing dancing, as well as some more modern music picks for the young ones.

food and drink will be available, as well as a cake walk, a pie eating contest and jam contest. we will have a haystack for photos, and a caricature artist.

in the spirit of the holiday, we have pre-paired individuals together for the night with matching numbered wristbands. perhaps sparks will fly?

we plan to be out of the dance hall by 5pm, plenty of time to get home before dusk.

((the event will start on feb 10th at 10am est. please tag your event starters with "huntsvilleevent01." you can post your muses' outfits starting now with the tag "huntsvilleattire." the event will last until feb 24th, with the plot drop occurring on feb 17th, giving everyone enough time to react.

you can see the paired muses below. the numbers of the list indicate what numbers are on the wristbands. you can have event threads with anyone/everyone but please have a thread with your pair. if anyone wishes to withdrawal from your pairing, please let us know before the event start so we can pair your partner with someone else.))

Tyler Rogers <-> Tristan Wilde

Silas “Cyan” Canne <-> Lincoln Abernathy

Alexandra “Xander” Thomas <-> Mallard “Duck” Romero

James “Jamie” Brennan <-> Fletcher Cole

Gianna “Gia” Rodriguez <-> Ralph Haversham

Cabell “Cab” McCay <-> Teo Ayla

Cyrus “C.B.” Vogol <-> Dakota Hart

Mateo Suarez <-> Peter “Rusty” Craven

Matthew Walker <-> Tiffany Gray

Otilie “Tilly” Notaras <-> Carter Behrens

Lachlan Ramirez <-> Christopher Winters

Bowie Bardot <-> Luciana “Lucy” Rivera

Camden Cafferty <-> Vincent Lewis

Odette Abbot <-> Reggie Alson

Nathaniel “Nate” Hoffman <-> Suneet “Sun” Dinakar

Genesis “Sissy” Boone <-> Sara Chen

Holland Bryant <-> Allison “Alice” O'Connell

Jeconiah “Jack” Abbott <-> Tari Park

Quinn Buckley <-> Emma “Em” Dunford

Olivia Hart <-> Roman Forest

Ransome “Rance” Slade <-> Cassius Romero

Wren Marsh <-> Marcel Rockfield

Freya Atkins <-> Elijah Atkins

Mason Greene <-> Josie Reigh

Conrad Greene <-> Ruben Hobbes

Katherine “Kitty” Henry <-> Monet Vogel

Catherine “Cat” Wayne <-> Jordan Kang

Hawthorne “Hawk” Romero <-> Avery Cowling

Paloma Ortiz <-> Evora Kaplan

Absinthe Capone <-> Riley Saunders

Zoë Clark <-> Luke Matthews

Axel Addams <-> Xavier Cade

Tyler Rogers <-> Tristan Wilde

Silas “Cyan” Canne <-> Lincoln Abernathy

Alexandra “Xander” Thomas <-> Mallard “Duck” Romero

James “Jamie” Brennan <-> Fletcher Cole

Gianna “Gia” Rodriguez <-> Ralph Haversham

Cabell “Cab” McCay <-> Teo Ayla

Cyrus “C.B.” Vogol <-> Dakota Hart

Mateo Suarez <-> Peter “Rusty” Craven

Matthew Walker <-> Tiffany Gray

Otilie “Tilly” Notaras <-> Carter Behrens

Lachlan Ramirez <-> Christopher Winters

Bowie Bardot <-> Luciana “Lucy” Rivera

Camden Cafferty <-> Vincent Lewis

Odette Abbot <-> Reggie Alson

Nathaniel “Nate” Hoffman <-> Suneet “Sun” Dinakar

Genesis “Sissy” Boone <-> Sara Chen

Holland Bryant <-> Allison “Alice” O'Connell

Jeconiah “Jack” Abbott <-> Tari Park

Quinn Buckley <-> Emma “Em” Dunford

Olivia Hart <-> Roman Forest

Ransome “Rance” Slade <-> Cassius Romero

Wren Marsh <-> Marcel Rockfield

Freya Atkins <-> Elijah Atkins

Mason Greene <-> Josie Reigh

Conrad Greene <-> Ruben Hobbes

Katherine “Kitty” Henry <-> Monet Vogel

Catherine “Cat” Wayne <-> Jordan Kang

Hawthorne “Hawk” Romero <-> Avery Cowling

Paloma Ortiz <-> Evora Kaplan

Absinthe Capone <-> Riley Saunders

Zoë Clark <-> Luke Matthews

Axel Addams <-> Xavier Cade

Prudence "Pru" Wheaton <-> Agna Sayer

Ivy Oberon <-> Iris Zappacosta

[bethanyeliseart]

The Pevensies in the Golden Age

[calling4glaives]

Personnel Files 3: Crowe Altius

Moving down the alphabet from Axis to Crowe, let's continue our deep dives. Crowe stole our hearts with just a few scenes, and deserved so much better. Even if we want so much more, she does have a little more information to go off of than Axis and Sonitus, so let's dig in!

Crowe Altius

From the facebook blurb:

Tumblr Blurb: She is a member of the Kingsglaive and possesses the ability to handle magical powers. Because of the experience of being raised an orphan she cherishes Nyx, Libertus and the other members of the Kingsglaive and thinks of them as family.

Name: Crowe - English: the large-beaked black bird, also many things with a “beak” shape: crowbar (prybar with a “beaked” end), crow (corvus, Roman boarding plank with a beak-like spike to anchor it), etc; a cry of victory/alarm/etc, as the sound a rooster or cockerel makes, or Peter Pan Altius - Latin: higher, deeper (as an adjective and adverb), part of the Olympic motto – Citius, Altius, Fortius (Swifter, Higher, Stronger)

Background: As with many glaives, we don't know exactly where Crowe's from. In addition to the two official descriptions above, we have Libertus's description from the movie: “What a life, huh? She was brought up an orphan. Run out of her village. I still remember the first time I saw her. Scrawny little thing, all covered in dirt. Not a friend in the world. But those eyes...damn. There was something about those eyes. She deserved better. And I would've done anything to give it to–” 

Orphan is mentioned several times, but where she was found and how old she is is still a mystery. She could be the girl in the group photo on Nyx’s corkboard, which still works because Galahd can, wherever you place it, certainly count as the “outskirts of Lucis”. She also could have been found in a different region on a glaive mission; while we hear about Libertus seeing her as a younger sister (to her annoyance, though whether it’s the younger or the sister thing that’s annoying is up for debate), each official blurb mentions the whole glaive is her family.

Equipment: Unlike Axis and Sonitus, Crowe is seen in several outfits, her uniform and a casual version, her undercover disguise, and the concept art of her and her friends in Galahd.

   - Uniform: Crowe’s uniform is drastically different from the mens’, with its higher, heeled boots, skintight leather bodysuit, scalloped standing collar, netting on her shoulder, gem necklace/fastener, and cape, though it shares the modeling of the lapels, cuffs, silver accents, buttons, and hood (and, presumably, but not seen, the cloth mask). Her oversleeves do appear similar to those worn by the glaive next to Luche on the wall and Nyx, though they only wear one and she has two. Overall, her uniform does appear to match the other mages’, down to the red gloves and capes, though the gem might be unique to Crowe; it’s hard to tell because the others wear their cloth masks. (The capes are patterned with an eight-sided geometric tiling pattern, according to the models; I wonder what the pattern represents?) One does wonder how she uses the restroom in that outfit; not quickly that’s for sure. Her messy hair is in a bun, and she doesn’t have any braids, at least not according to her hair modelling video.

[[According to one piece of concept art, she does apparently have a dagger, which can be glimpsed very briefly when the mages are conjuring the firestorm:

Image from the wiki]]

  - Casual - though she rags on Nyx for wearing parts of his uniform to Yamachang’s, she seems to be doing something similar, if the bodysuit and gem are any indication. She wears the same outfit when the news of the truce comes through, though she pairs them with elbow-length black (leather?) gloves and crossed belts like the mens’, though we never see the weapon meant to go on them. The only differences between her battlefield uniform and full uniform seen in the briefing scene seems to be the cloak and hood, which makes sense with the lack of customization among the mages.

   - Undercover - Perhaps because she’s leaving Insomnia, her undercover outfit features actual color: various greens in the shirt and jacket. It might be her own personal style, because it matches the outfit seen in the promo art of her, Libertus, and Nyx working at the bar, albeit with a purple version of the shirt(s). The layered effect also matches Cor’s. She has a knee pad/brace, perhaps for fashion, perhaps as a nod to the king and the tendency of members of the Lucis Caelum bloodline to have knee/hip issues. Her helmet is an orangy-pink, one of the few nods to her supposed theme color of orange, alongside her belt.

[[Gif is from ffxvcaps, still is from @capsource]]

- Dead - Crowe’s skin is very pale white and almost scaly and she has dark streaks running from her eyes, probably an indication of starscourge (does this also account for her very pointy breasts in the body bag?). It could also just be her mascara running from crying as she died, as Luche taunts Nyx; she appears to wear mascara and probably lipstick, though lacks eyeliner on her lids, even the “default dark eyeliner” seen on most women in movies and video games.

  - Alternate Future - Crowe wears a split-sided orange tunic bound by a thick belt-wrap and several beaded belts over a sleeveless skin-tight black shirt and shorts (possibly one garment), plus cuffs around her upper arm, though her feet are invisible.

She has an identical L’il Malbuddy cellphone charm to the one on Nyx’s corkboard (which is there before her body is found, btw).

Rank: Crowe appears to be a leader among the mages, as Drautos addresses her directly when asking for an update on their massive firestorm, though she was not standing at the point of their wedge during the casting. She’s obviously trusted enough no one doubts her being sent on a solo assignment, and was deemed important enough to have killed directly, either for her magic skills (we never see her carrying a weapon, so her martial skills are unknown) or her connections with the rest of the glaives, as a distraction and/or damage minimization.

Personality: Crowe is sure of herself, quick to tease, obviously takes duty seriously but has good personal relationships with Nyx and Libertus especially, worried about the treaty but willing to wait and keep up a positive front. Apparently the hair clip is not her style, whether that’s the hair aspect or the jewelry, though she wears a gold bracelet while undercover.

Relationships: The effects Drautos hands over after her death all appear to be things she was wearing, not things from a barracks, etc., so presumably she has a home of her own somewhere, and Libertus and/or Nyx is her next of kin.

- Libertus - She seems to resent being called a little sister – which could be a general rebelling or genuine distaste. She takes Nyx’s side more than his, defending Nyx against Libertus’ teasing when it gets a little mean (though she adds her own, lighter teasing) reminding Libertus to thank him, calling for Nyx and not Libertus when Libertus is crushed. Those first two could also be worry for his situation similar to Nyx's confrontation about the pills albeit expressed in a rough way, as she doesn't shy away from physical confrontation either.

  - Luche - she seems on fairly good terms with Luche, and is often standing beside him in group shots, but he seems to gloat over her death, though that could be more about the reaction it garners in Nyx at the moment.

  - Drautos - Why did he order her death? If the glaive is a family, did Drautos make a pragmatic choice or a personal one – to let her die before she has to watch as the rest of her family falls?

Behind the Scenes: Voice Actor - Alexa Kahn, who also works with redubbing lines (and could be the woman in the picture on Nyx’s board). Mocap (and, presumable, though uncredited face): Andrea Tivadar, who is also the facial scan for Lady from DMC 5.

As before, we'd love to hear if we missed information, or you'd like receipts on some of our claims, or even just your own theories or fanon regarding our favorite mage.

And good luck with your content creation for Legends week! Please send us an ask if you have any questions or confusion.

[daydreams-magic01]

Why?

(Jealous!protective! Peter Pevensie x chubby!female reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

Main Masterlist

Requested by:  ash-fade

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia (The Golden Age)

Request:  “UH! Hello! I was wondering if I could get a Peter pevensie x chubby reader. Now! I think it would be cool if she was a elf. Like she helps them win the war against the ice queen and somehow get into a fight and later they come back and confess there feelings for each other. I would just kinda a over protective/Jealous peter who likes a chubby reader. ”

Thank you so much for requesting, I love this idea!

I am so sorry I read it as fight with him not in a battle. I hope that this is okay!

Warnings: Nothing, just one swear word.

Words: 1.6K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01​ .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

As much as I can understand, there are not Elves in Narnia, so I based them on the ones from the Lord of the Rings.

Thank you.

:)

“And one, two, three, four,” the male lead spins the woman, “five, six, seven, eight.”

At the age of twenty years old, Peter has been ruling Narnia for some years now, and he loves every minute of it. What he does not love, however, is his inability to dance. He needs help, but he refuses to ask for it; thankfully, (Y/n) asked him for help.

She doesn’t need any help, but she’s known the man since she helped them win the battle against The White Queen, so she knows when he is lying.

The two are currently beside a large alcove in the gardens of Cair Paravel, behind a hedge of Roses. She told Peter that she is too embarrassed to ask others for help. He thought nothing of it, even though she is an Elf and is known for agility and gracefulness.

Peter stumbles slightly and steps on her foot, cursing quietly.

“It’s okay, Peter.” She attempts to reassure, fixing their hands and her posture. “Let’s try again.”

The smile from her instantly helps to calm him down.

“You’re right, sorry.”

Her dress swirls beautifully around her as the two dance, the cream of her dress contrasting with the red of the roses behind her. Unintentionally, their outfits fit together as he wears a loose, long beige poet shirt clad with a brown belt and matching trousers.

(Y/n) delicately dances her feet around his as Peter begins uttering the steps again. Unlike him, she has lived in Narnia her whole life, she knows the traditional dances and quickly took to the modern ones whereas before he came to Narnia he hadn’t taken dancing lessons since he was a child. 

“You look beautiful,” he states, flashing her his renowned charming smile. Wiggling his brows, he slowly dips her, nearly knocking the two to the floor.

(Y/n) stops laughing, realising how close the two are, their noses almost brushing. He raises a brow, and then his breath gets caught in his throat too. “You always are.”

Peter looks down at her as (Y/n) looks up at him, cheeks flushed.

“PETER!” Lucy screams distantly, causing Peter to drop (Y/n) for a second before quickly catching her.

He pulls her up and removes his arms, taking a step back as the two laughs nervously.

“Sorry, I guess I should -”

“Sorry, you should get g -”

The two laugh and Peter bows, (Y/n) then curtseying.

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“Ed, stop it,” she giggles, pushing him away as she stands next to him.

Peter has not sat in a meeting for the past four hours only to watch his brother flirt with the girl he fancies. He glowers at them, head on his hand as his brother sits proudly on his throne, looking up to the woman of Peter’s dreams.

“I think someone is jealous,” he nods towards his brother, who only gifts him with a sarcastic smile before wiggling his brows at the darling girl.

“Really?” She tries not to look behind her, but she can’t help it.

She grins at the eldest Pevensie, but he only scoffs and turns away.

“Who ate his shortbread biscuits?” Lucy jokes from her throne, waving casually at her brother as he glares at her.

“Yeah, Pete, you alright?” Susan jokes, walking back up to her throne, a plate of biscuits in her hand, which she offers to each of them.

Peter harshly bites into his.

He hates being jealous as he is supposed to be the eldest brother, calm and collected. He’s angrier at (Y/n) than anything, flirting with his brother as if she cares for him in such away.

Susan laughs at her brother as she takes her seat, and she gives her sister a knowing look.

“What’s wrong, Peter?” (Y/n) asks, slightly offended.

“When’s the wedding?” He sits tall, his face void as he puts on the essence of a King. The High King.”

“Excuse me?” Edmund takes a similar position as his brother and glares over at him.

“When. Is. The. Wedding?”

“There is no wedding, Peter. Am I not allowed any friends?”

He immediately goes quiet and looks down in shame before apologising.

She accepts his apology with no hesitation.

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The castle remained free of romantic dramatics for almost a week.

That is when (Y/n) finds herself screaming at the irritable boy.

A far-away Prince has written her a letter, a letter in which Peter made no haste in reading over her shoulders, forgetting his manners.

The Prince has asked her for the recipe for a long-lost healing draft which she used after the battle with the White Witch as one of the last Elves she is one of the only people in the land who knows it. She quickly writes back, angering the boy of her affections.

Peter is not jealous, just upset as he believes that the two must be canoodling in secret.

The argument started with him asking her that, and (Y/n) immediately becoming defensive.

“You have no right in dictating who I can and cannot be with!”

“I am not dictating I was asking.”

“You did with this, Edmund!”

“So you admit it! You do love Edmund.”

“Oh shut up, Peter!”

The two forget that they are in the centre of the throne room, with servants listening through the doors, as well as Oreius, accidentally, and Peter’s brother and sisters.

“You shut up! I am your King!”

If someone dropped a pin, it would shake the palace.

“How - dare - you.” She is so calm that it shakes those listening to their bones, especially Peter. The Prince takes a step back as she takes one forward, and he has no time to take in her beauty as fear takes over his core. “I helped you earn this throne. I saved your life.” The pauses between each word have the intended effect as Oreius questions whether or not he should march in.

Susan shakes her head, pressing her ear further against the door.

Peter feels incredibly guilty, and when she goes to turn around he takes a step forward, “please - I am so sorry - I -”

His brother and sister find themselves shocked as it usually takes some time for him to apologise.

“Enough.” She does not turn back around and instead slowly walks towards the door.

Everyone steps back as she opens it, but she takes no notice as she keeps walking.

She has never looked more like a Queen.

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Peter made no move to apologise, even weeks later. “You have to apologise, Peter, you must,” Susan whispers from the bottom of his bed. All three of his siblings crowd his bed this midnight.

“Why should I? I did nothing wrong.” He scoffs, crossing his arms. They are all in their nightwear, and he is the only one under the quilt.

“Well, it is kind of, your fault, mate,” his little brother states, taking a bite out of some shortbread on the plate by his bed.

Peter scrunches his face.

“No need to fight boys, Edmund is right.” Lucy chimes in and easily takes the biscuit from her brother’s hand, plopping it into her mouth. Susan had been planning to do the same thing.

“Bollocks,” he scoffs again, turning on his side and pulling the quilt on top of him.

“Peter Pevensie!” Susan starts, hitting him with a pillow.

They all enjoyed a pillow fight that night.

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“I’m sorry.” He practices in the mirror, he turns to his side, “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He lets out a short scream before he makes quick on his heels and turns around, pulling out his sword. 

“Woah,” ( Y/n) jokes, taking a step back as he almost nicks her.

“Oh,” he utters, ashamed and embarrassed. After putting his sword back, he takes in her appearance; as always, she is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. She has the prettiest hair that he has ever seen, and she wears a perfectly fitted red gown that shows off her beautiful curves without making her uncomfortable. Then he stands tall and flashes the same charming smile, “I am sorry for how I behaved.”

“Why did you behave like that?” She asks, crossing her arms.

He looks down for a second, “I was jealous.”

“Because I am yours?” She raises a brow, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

“No!” His head shoots up, “you are your own woman, and you have your independence. I would never dic -,” he sighs, “It’s just, you are so beautiful, graceful and smart. I know you asked for dancing lessons for me, Ed told me.”

She looks down, her cheeks flushing brightly.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he smiles as their eyes meet, “although you are beautiful when you do, I would rather you give me a second chance.”

She lets out a short laugh, “you never even lost your first chance.”

The widest beam appears on The Prince’s face as he feels completely at peace.

How magnificent.

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[thepremedthatwrites]

In Between

request: okay so maybe one where both edmund and susan are both into the reader (also a queen of narnia) and it ends with spice!!

warning: smut below the cut.  smut contains a threesome so if you are uncomfortable with that, I totally understand.  also note that Susan and Edmund never touch each other and both are only interested in the reader (felt the need to include that because apparently there are people who ship the Pevensies together and I do not support that at all).

A ball.  That’s what Peter had said we would do.  The kings and queens of Narnia were plagued with boredom and a ball was the cure according to Peter.  The others seemed to be on board with the idea and I feigned excitement.  How could I explain to the other royals that I didn’t know ballroom dancing?  I was supposed to be a queen and I didn’t know something every queen should know how to do.  The others had started to file out of the room until it was just Susan and I.

“Are you alright (y/n)?” Susan asked, her eyebrows knitting together as a worried expression painted her face.  “You seem more quiet than usual.”

“It’s just,” I started, already feeling my face warm as I felt Susan’s eyes study me, “I don’t know how to dance.”  The corners of Susan’s mouth started to lift as a smile formed on her face.

“Well that’s an easy fix!” she exclaimed, taking my hands in hers.  “I’ll just teach you!”  

“Would you really do that?” I asked, starting to smile.  

“Of course,” she replied.

“Thank you!”  My smile had started to grow wider.

“Anything for you,” she said, smiling before letting go of my hands and starting to move towards the door.

“Susan,” I called out.  Susan paused, turning to face me again.  The sunlight that filtered through the window gave her a soft golden glow as her blue eyes studied mine.  “Could we keep this between us?  I would rather the other’s didn’t know.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” she said, giving me a quick wink before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

“Don’t be so tense,” Susan said, chuckling lightly.  “Dancing shouldn’t be something that’s stressful.”

“It is when you don’t know what you’re doing,” I mumbled before releasing the tension in my shoulders.  Susan and I were slowly dancing our way around her bedroom.  Her hands were on my waist and mine were around her neck.  

“Just follow my lead.  When I step back, you step forward.”  Susan winced as I stepped on her foot.

“Sorry,” I said quickly, heat rising to my face in embarrassment.

“It’s alright.  I was the same way when I started.”  Our eyes met for a moment and I felt my heart start to race.  I had always found the young queen attractive, although I wasn’t sure if she felt the same.  In fact, I wasn’t even sure if she liked girls.  

“There you go,” Susan said, snapping me from my thoughts.  “You’re doing great!  Haven’t even stepped on my foot for a while.”  She laughed at her own joke and I cracked a smile myself.  As we progressed, I felt myself start to relax.  Susan was incredibly patient, praising me when I did exceptionally well and offering advice on how I can improve in areas where I struggled.  We came to a halt in the middle of the room.  I looked up, my eyes meeting hers.  I felt my heart skip a beat, the surroundings becoming a blur as I was focused solely on her.  Susan had fallen silent and I caught her eyes flickering to my lips.

I licked my lips in response, suddenly extremely nervous.  “Thank you,” I said, a bit too quickly.  

“Yeah, of course.”  She released my waist and I removed my hands from around her neck.  “You should do great at the ball this weekend.”

“All thanks to you,” I replied with, a shy smile on my face.  My face was still warm as she smiled back.  “I should go.  I need to be fitted for my gown.”

“Of course.”  I quickly walked towards the door, opening it before walking into the hall where the air seemed to be significantly cooler.  I winced as the door slammed behind me, the loud noise echoing throughout the hallway.  I scurried towards my bedroom, hoping my blush would subside by the time my maid came to take my measurements.

“Would you be my date for the ball?”  I blankly stared back at the brunette, not sure I had heard him correctly.  “(Y/n)?”

“Yeah, of course,” I said, finally finding my words.  I had never expected Edmund to ask such a thing.  Of course we had exchanged flirtatious looks every now and then but nothing had ever come of it.  Until now.  A large grin appeared on his face.

“Great!  I promise to not disappoint on the dance floor.”  I laughed.

“I can’t make the same promise.”

“I don’t buy it.  I can tell you’re a great dancer.”

“And how can you tell that?”

“I just know,” he replied before giving me a wink.  “I’ll see you at dinner.  I need to make sure our outfits go together.”  He raced off, the grin never leaving his face as walked away.  I smiled to myself as I watched him walk away.  I had always found myself stuck between Susan and Edmund.  Both of them were incredibly attractive and I felt like I could be myself around both.  I could never pick one over the other, although Edmund was much easier to flirt with given that I knew he was into girls.  Susan I was never sure with, but the thought of her never reciprocating my feelings made my heart ache.

No, it was better I went with Edmund.  He was always there for me, helping me adjust to life in Narnia when I first arrived.  He was the one who believed in me.  He was the one who insisted I would make a great queen, even when I didn’t believe it myself.  It was final.  I would go to the ball with Edmund.

I twirled around in my dress, bright red fabric flying around me.  The dress fit me snugly around the waist before flowing out down towards the floor.  Combined with my hair which was pulled into an intricate braid and the expertly placed make up, I could barely recognize my own reflection.  My hand lightly touched the golden tiara that sat on my head before I turned to the door.  I took a deep breath and walked out of my room and towards the other royals.

“You look...wow,” Edmund said as I approached him.  His garments were a matching red to mine, his silver crown sitting proudly on top of his brown hair.  His face wore a large smile as he put out an arm for me to take.  “Are you ready for the Narnians to see us together?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“How long do you think it’ll take for rumors of a marriage to spread?”

“I give it an hour.”  He looked at me and I replied with a smile.  

“You’re being generous love,” he said.  “They’ll be assuming we’ve eloped and are already expecting a child the moment we walk out together.”  I let out a laugh.  “Here we go,” Ed said, turning towards the double doors which had already started to open.  I followed his lead, looking forward as the crowd appeared in front of us.  I could hardly hear the announcer announcing us as we walked down from the balcony that looked out to the entire ballroom towards where Peter and Susan were waiting for us.  

A look of shock was on Peter’s face.  I tried to read Susan’s face but couldn’t tell what she was feeling.  I felt a bit guilty not telling her before tonight but I wasn’t sure how I would tell her.  Before either of them could say anything, Lucy had started to make her entrance, a smile proudly on her face as she excitedly waved at the crowd before making her way towards us.

“Can you believe it!” Lucy exclaimed.  “(Y/n) actually allowed Edmund to take her to the ball!”  A chuckle escaped me as Edmund wrapped an arm around my waist.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Ed asked defensively.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Lucy said quickly before racing off to start talking to her people.  

“It is quite shocking,” Susan said.  Although she was speaking to all of us, she was focusing on me.  I couldn’t look back at her so instead I focused on Peter who seemed to have gotten over his initial shock.

“Well, I’m happy you two have figured out your feelings for eachother,” Peter said.  “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a representative from Archenland I must talk to.”  He gave us all a short nod before walking away, leaving me with Edmund and Susan.  The orchestra had started to play causing Edmund’s face to light up.

“C’mon (y/n)!  Let’s dance.  I did promise you an amazing experience on the dance floor.”  He had grabbed my hand, leading us away from Susan and towards the crowd of Narnians who had started to dance.  “And perhaps I could expand that amazing experience to the bedroom,” he whispered into my ear before placing his hands on my waist.  I felt myself blush at his words.

“Ed!” I scolded causing him to laugh.

“I’m kidding!” he chuckled as we started to dance.  

“Well, if you’re half as good in the bedroom as you are on the dance floor, I guess I shouldn’t complain,” I said, already regaining my composure.

“And you say I’m the bad one.”  We danced for a while, laughing the entire time.  “I have to say, I’m impressed with your dancing.  Who taught you?”

“Susan,” I said.  My eyes searched the ballroom before landing on the queen who was standing by the side of the room, conversing with a faun.  Her eyes flickered to me, our eyes meeting for a second before I turned back to Edmund.  

“I’ll have to thank her later then,” Edmund said, spinning me around.  “I was bluffing when I said I knew you were a good dancer but you haven’t stepped on my foot once this entire evening.”  I feigned a look of offense.

“You have no faith in me!”  

“No, no.  I would trust you with the world.”  I felt my face warm at his words and I looked down at the floor.  The song ended, our dance coming to a stop.  A more upbeat song started, Lucy rushing towards us.

“C’mon Ed!  I love this song!” Lucy exclaimed, grabbing her brother’s hand and dragging him to dance.  I let out a laugh as he looked back towards me, a small smile on his face.  I made my way towards the side of the room, watching Edmund and Lucy dance when I felt someone approach me.  I turned my head to see Susan approaching me.  I felt my back straighten and I gave her a soft smile.

“So, how long have you and Edmund been a thing?” Susan asked as she reached my side.

“If by ‘a thing’ you mean him asking me to the ball, then last night.”

“If Ed hadn’t asked you, would you have gone with anyone else?”  I turned to face Susan, her blue eyes looking back at me.  Her eyes were wide, searching my face for anything that would give away my thoughts.

“Yes,” I said, suddenly feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me.

“Who?”  My mouth felt dry, my heart racing.

“You,” I said in almost a whisper.  Something seemed to have come over Susan as she grabbed my hand, tugging me towards a door that opened to the hallway.  I felt my back press against the cool stone as her warm lips met mine.  I kissed back hungrily, my hands tangled in her brown hair that had previously been put into place with care.  Her hands explored my body, groping my ass.  I moaned into her mouth, trying to press her body as close to mine as possible.

“What the fuck.”  Susan and I quickly pulled apart to see Edmund standing in front of us, a pained expression on his face.

“Ed…” I started, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry,” Susan said, looking at her brother.  “I’m so sorry Edmund but I need (y/n).  Even if it’s just for one night.”  Edmund’s eyes darkened as he focused on me.

“Then I’ll share her with you for one night,” Edmund said, already making his way towards me.

“Ed, what do you mean?”  I asked.

“Shut it,” he said, grabbing my wrist harshly.  “Susan and I are going to punish you for being such a little slut.”  I should have been angry at the way he talked to me.  I should have been furious as he forced me down the hall and towards his bedroom with Susan close behind us.  Instead, I felt myself start to get wet as I watched Edmund, his jaw clenched, pushing open his bedroom door.  

He pulled me towards him, his lips crashing with mine.  I felt a pair of hands working on the strings on my dress.  I pulled away from Edmund to see Susan expertly untying the string.  Edmund grabbing my face with his hand, forcing me to face him before he started to kiss me again.  A small moan escaped me as our tongues pressed together.  I felt the cool air brush my bare skin as my dress fell to the floor.  

A pair of soft lips pressed against my naked back, Susan’s hands tracing the curve of my hips.  “Susan, would you like to play with her first?”  A smile formed on Susan’s face as she nodded.

“Yes,” she said, making her way towards me.  She pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me as she kissed me.  “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages,” she whispered into my ear  before starting a trail of kisses down my body and stopping at my pussy.  She paused for a moment, looking up at me, our eyes meeting.  I raised my hips, desperate for contact with Susan.  “So impatient,” she chuckled before kissing my inner thigh.  A small moan left my mouth at the small contact.  She continued to tease me, her lips kissing up my thigh before stopping where they were needed most.

“Please,” I gasped, the anticipation becoming too much.  Susan let her tongue run over my clit in response, drawing a moan from me.  A hand forced my head to turn from Susan to the side of the bed where Edmund was standing, now naked.  He knelt down, giving me a soft kiss, a stark contrast to how he had been treating me before.  It was short lived as he stood up again, stroking himself a few times before moving closer to the edge of the bed.

“Open your mouth.”  I obeyed, Edmund starting to shove his cock into my mouth.  I opened my mouth as wide as I could, Edmund slowly starting to thrust his hips.  Susan had entered a finger into me as she sucked on my clit causing my back to arch.  A strangled moan left my mouth, the sound muffled by Edmund as he thrust deep into my throat.  My hands flew to Susan’s hair, knocking off her tiara.  

I could feel myself getting closer as Susan started to move her fingers faster, her tongue pressing hard against my clit.  “You’re doing so fucking good,” Edmund moaned as he continued to fuck my mouth.  I felt my body start to tense up as the knot in my stomach became tighter.  Within seconds, my entire body shook with pleasure as my orgasm rippled through me.  Susan had removed her finger and slowed her tongue to a stop.

Edmund pulled himself out of me, lowering himself once more so our faces were level with each other.  “Now, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk and you’re going to take it like the little slut you are.  Understand?”  I nodded, causing Edmund to smile.  “Good girl.”  Susan had taken off her dress while Edmund had been talking.  The two switched positions so Edmund was at the end of the bed and Susan on the side.

“You’re not allowed to finish until I do, understand?” Susan asked as she climbed onto the bed.

“Yes,” I replied with.  

“Good.”  She started to lower herself onto my face.  My hands gripped her thighs as I started to run my tongue over her clit, causing her to moan.  She was already so wet.  I kept my eyes open, looking up to see Susan’s eyes closed in pleasure as I started to eat her out.  A low moan left me as Edmund pushed into me, his hands harshly gripping my hips.  The vibration from my moan caused Susan to moan as well.  Edmund had started a good pace, his hands holding my hips in place.  Each thrust caused the tip of his cock to brush that special spot within me that lit every inch of my body with pleasure.

Susan had started to rock her hips against my face and I watched her breast move in rhythm with her body.  I tried to focus my energy on making Susan feel good but Edmund was fucking me so hard that I had trouble concentrating.  Instead, I allowed Susan to set the pace, my tongue pressed against her clit as she moved.  Every now and then, I would let out a moan that would send vibrations through Susan and cause her to moan.

I could feel myself start to clench around Edmund’s cock.  “Are you close?” Edmund asked.  I moaned in response.  

“You’re not allowed to finish,” Susan said, struggling to get the words out as she was close to climaxing as well.  I focused on making Susan finish, knowing that once she did I would be rewarded with my own orgasm.  “Oh fuck (y/n),” she gasped.  I could feel her body start to shake as I drew circled on her clit with my tongue.  I started to slow down as I watched Susan start to come down from her high.  I didn’t have much time to admire the glow that was on her face post-orgasm as an orgasm of my own rippled through me.

Susan had crawled off of me, kneeling at the side of the bed and planting soft kissing on my neck as I screamed out in pleasure.  Edmund locked eyes with me as he fucked me and I knew he was enjoying watching me come undone underneath him.  He continued to fuck me even as my orgasm started to come to an end.  He let out a low grunt as his pace increased to an almost painful extent before I felt himself spill into me.

He slowed to a stop as Susan pulled away from me.  Edmund lowered himself onto his forearms, his face inches from mine.  “You did so good, love,” he said into my ear, planting kisses along my neck.  He rolled off of me, covering himself with the sheets.  I turned to see Susan had already dressed herself, her tiara back on her head.  

Susan walked up to me, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.  “Thank you,” she whispered into my ear before turning around and walking out of the room.  

[bethansfandoms]

vienna on instagram asked if i could do one where sirius asks remus to the yule ball.

sirius pushed open the door to the gryffindor dormitory, flopped onto his bed, and groaned into the pillow.

“so...” james said, hesitantly, “did it go... well?”

“i asked him to the ball if that’s what you mean,” sirius replied, words muffled by the pillow he’d decided to smother himself with.

“and he said...”

“he said, and i quote, yes, that would be cool—”

“well that’s—”

“i’m not finished. he said yes tha,t would be cool, i don’t have a date either.”

james inhaled sharply, “he thought you were asking to go as friends?”

“of course he fucking did! because we are friends and boys go to balls with girls, not other boys. i’m stupid.”

“so you didn’t correct him?”

“i— no, i couldn’t.”

“sirius,” james said, softly, “it’s remus. you can be honest with him.”

sirius grumbled and waved a hand dismissively. “how about you, did you ask evans yet?”

“if i’d asked evans, you’d have heard about it.”

sirius had been asked to the ball multiple times since then. he rejected all of them and said he was going with friends. although lily, to everyone’s amazement, had agreed to going with james. peter had asked a hufflepuff girl from the year below, so actually, he was rejecting all the wishful girls for remus.

he was half expecting somebody to ask remus so that he’d end up going stag. although, it would make a good opportunity for a stag pun.

to sirius’ surprise, nobody else asked remus, at least he assumed not, as the night before the ball, sirius asked if they were still okay to go together and remus had agreed.

he felt bad, really. remus was gorgeous and here he was, without a date and going with sirius. as friends.

sirius walked into the dormitory only half an hour before the ball started. everybody else had been getting ready for an inconceivable amount of time. he, as always, had left it until the last minute.

he pushed open the dormitory and was greeted by james, peter, and remus. all of whom were dressed. “cutting it a bit fine are we padfoot?” james asked, tugging at his hair in the mirror.

“looking very dapper, potter,” he replied, rummaging around in his trunk and digging out his dress robes. they were black and he had a deep blue bow tie to accompany them.

the very same deep blue as remus’ robes. “ah, moony...”

remus spun around to face him, “yeah?”

“people will think we matched...” he held up the tie.

remus laughed, “they will when they see this, hold on.” he went into his trunk and produced a black bow tie. they were wearing practically the same outfit with the colours reversed.

“aw cute,” james cooed. “i’ve got a green tie to match evans’ dress; you two will look the perfect couple.”

remus scoffed and rolled his eyes. sirius sent james a stern look.

“i didnt match with lucy... should i have done?” peter asked, desperately trying to attach his cufflinks. “ugh, how do your dress robes all look so... okay!”

“peter,” james said, clapping him on the shoulder, “you look very sexy.”

“i kind of wish you hadn’t phrased it like that but thanks, i guess.”

they met the girls in the common room as they had decided to all go down together. marlene and dorcas did not have dates either. sirius kind of hoped nobody suggested that he and remus fill the role.

all of them looked very pretty; lily’s dress did indeed match james’ tie but it also matched her eyes perfectly. she looked surprisingly happy that james was her date. maybe she had come around after all.

the hall was incredible. sirius had thought it was impressive at halloween but this was something else. it was hardly recognisable. there was a band and a large area filled with dancing students. there was also a bar which sirius couldn’t imagine served anything remotely alcoholic.

there were lots of small round tables dotted around, one of which they claimed. peter immediately went off to find his date, as did mary. james and lily got up to dance and so remus, sirius, marlene, and dorcas were left.

“so...” sirius said, awkwardly. “you two not find dates?”

they exchanged a glance and both tried not to laugh. “uh,” marlene began. “something like that, yes.”

“i’m surprised neither of you do,” dorcas added. “i’ve seen multiple girls ask the both of you.”

sirius whipped his head around and cocked an eyebrow at remus.

“yeah, well,” remus said quickly, “i don’t dance. i’d be a shit date.”

sirius let the small flicker of hope, that had insisted that he was the reason for remus rejecting those girls, die out.

marlene stood and grabbed dorcas’ hand. “come on, i love this song.”

“you two should get up there!” dorcas called as she was pulled away. “can’t be the only ones not dancing!”

they were left in uncomfortable silence. sirius wasn’t used to having nothing to say to remus, it was very strange indeed.

“why did you not agree to go with anyone, then?” remus asked.

“oh. nobody i liked asked, you know?”

remus smirked. “oh, so you like someone, huh? tell me more.”

“i asked them here tonight, actually.”

remus choked on his drink. “you did? and she said know?”

sirius shrugged, “wanted to go as friends.”

“and that wasn’t good enough for you?”

“eh, it’s going alright.” he watched remus’ face as a look of realisation slowly dawned on him.

“you... who did you ask?”

“remus. come on.”

“oh. shit.”

“sorry if that was weird to say,” sirius said quickly. “friends is fine. great, actually. i guess i just wanted you to know.”

“so when you asked me...”

“don’t make me spell it out.”

“i’m such a twat,” remus groaned.

“remus, it’s fine. i— you can’t help it if you’re not... if you don’t want to be my...” he sighed, “date. it’s not your fault.”

“no, no, that’s not why i’m a twat.” he groaned into his hands. “okay, when you asked me, i only said as friends because... i thought i was getting my hopes up. i thoughts i’d say friends to see if you corrected me and when you didn’t, i was like, oh, so he wasn’t asking me out.”

“but i was...”

“yes. if i’d known that, i’d... i’d have said yes.”

sirius couldn’t quite tell if his heart stopped or went into double time. “you—” then he started laughing.

“what? what’s funny?”

sirius punched his arm playfully. “it took me so long to work up the courage to ask you! and you friend zoned me!”

“by accident...”

“you still friend zoned me.”

“i— i’m sorry,” he was smiling, though. sirius smiled back. “i’d be a crap date if i didn’t ask you to dance but... but there’s people.”

sirius nodded. “nobody’s watching now, though.”

remus glanced around. there were so many people but it was unlikely any of them were paying attention. “fuck it,” were his final words before he leant in and kissed him. it was soft and cautious and he pulled away almost immediately.

“you think anyone noticed?” sirius asked.

remus shrugged. “incase they didn’t?” he kissed him again. properly this time.

“wooo!”

they broke apart to see james pointing at them from the dance floor, giving sirius the thumbs up and cheering.

“bollocks,” remus muttered, “they definitely saw that one.”

[ali-in-narnia]

Emerald Jones (Peter Pevensie x Reader) Pt. 3

Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of being killed.

A/N: The outfit that I chose for you is just a recommendation. You can wear whatever the heck you want. I try to be as inclusive as possible in my writing, however, it’s hard to find clothes that match the style of Narnia in plus sizes because beauty standards suck. I’m very sorry about that.

“They sent a letter as well,” Susan informs you and Peter as she hands the envelope to you. You take it and open it, reading a very threatening message to the Kings and Queen about their sister.

“Yeah, she was definitely kidnapped,” you say as you get a closer look at the wax seal, recognizing it. “And I know exactly who did it and where she is.” The three siblings all look at you, waiting for you to tell them what you know. “This is the seal of an assassin from the same group I was forced to be a part of. He probably has Queen Lucy on his ship.”

“Jack Robins. I’ve heard of him,” Edmund replies.

“Yep. We should get going as soon as possible.” The Kings and Queen nod and start leaving to get ready, but you stop them. “Hey, um, by the way, my real name’s Y/N, so if you could call me that instead of Emerald, that’d be great.”

“Alright, Y/N,” Susan says, causing you to smile.

“Also, do you have anything I can change into?” 

Susan nods. “Follow me.”

~~~~~

After changing into something more clean and comfortable, Susan leads you to the stable where Peter and Edmund are waiting. Once Peter sees you he hands you a sword. “Just in case,” he says as you take it. 

You thank him and put the belt that allows the sword to hang off your waist over your shirt.

“The port Jack’s ship is at isn’t too far from here. It’ll be at most a one hour ride to get there.” You explain. You look around the stable, seeing 4 horses standing in their stalls, ready to go. “Which horse am I taking?”

“You are taking Lucy’s horse.” Edmund says as he points to a brown horse. 

You nod and walk over to the horse until Peter stops you almost as soon as you’re standing right next to it. “I’ll help you up.” 

Before he can get all the way over to you, you sit yourself on the horse’s back, making Peter step back a couple of steps. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” you start, “but I can get on a horse by myself.”

The High King inhales deeply and he clears his throat, a little bit embarrassed. “Yes, you can,” he mumbled.

 “Can you two hurry up? We need to leave if we want to find Lucy before she gets killed,” Susan, who is already on her horse, says to her brothers. You bite your lip anxiously as the two Kings quickly get on their horses after practically being yelled at by their sister. The four of you get yourselves and the horses outside of the stable, ready to go. Susan turns her head toward you. “Since you know where you’re going, you can lead the way.”

You nod and you get the horse to start going, the Kings and Queen following behind you.

~~~~~

You, Peter, Susan, and Edmund finally make it to the port after roughly 45 minutes of riding. You all quickly get off of your horses.

“Let me do the talking. I promise you all that we will get Queen Lucy back,” you tell the siblings as the four of you start walking over to Jack Robinson’s ship.

You step onto the ship, the Kings and Queens stepping on behind you. You scan the area, finding Queen Lucy tied to a chair within a few seconds. 

“Emerald Jones! One of the most famous assassins in the group,” Jack Robinson says to you once he notices that you’re there. “And you have the other Kings and Queen with you. Thanks for helping me.”

“I’m not helping you,” you start, walking closer to him. “I’m helping them get their sister back.” You stop walking once you’re standing right in front of him, inches apart. “How low do you have to be to take the job of kidnapping a Queen of Narnia?”

“It wasn’t a job. I did it myself,” he replies, stepping back from you.

You scoff. “And I thought you were better than that.” You pause for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do or say next. Then you remember one of the things Jack Robinson loves to do. Make deals. You turn back to Susan, Edmund, and Peter, seeing their scared and nervous faces. You look at Jack again. “I’ll make you a deal.” Jack immediately spins back to face you, letting you know that you’ve grabbed his attention. “We have a duel. If I win, we get to bring Queen Lucy back home. If you win, you get to keep Queen Lucy and you get to kill me.”

[lucywrites02]

Lucy’s prompt list

Ladies, Gentelmen and Non-Binary friends!

I wrote my very first prompt list!!! Cool, I know.

If you want me to write a story using one of those prompts, you are more than welcome to send me an ask!

Everyone is free to use this prompt list for their own stories! If you do use it, I would love it if you tagged me in the story this prompt was used for! (No pressure tho)

Right now the only character I write for is Loki (Mostly Loki x Reader)

I started a series of drabbles and one shots about Loki and Peter (you can find it here) so you are free to request something for this duo

I can write about Jotun Loki and Genderfluid Loki as well

I will write angst and fluff (I’m no good at smut, so right now it’s a no no)

Normally The Reader in my fics is gender neutral but if you want me to specify the reader’s gender in the story, let me know!!!

You can make your request as specific and detailed as you want ❤

“You’re family”

“I know this movie was my idea but can we please watch something else?”

“ If you make one more vine reference, I swear to the love I have for my mother, you will sleep on the couch!”

“Sounds nice but I will not be  available, like, ever”

“I cannot trust you anymore! You betrayed me!”  “It’s just uno...”  “Traitor!”

“You’re in love with them!”  “What do you know about love? You’re 12!” “Actually, I’m 15.”  “Still a child!”

“But you guys would look so cute together!”

“Did you know that if you microwave a marshmallow it will blow up?” “It’s two in the morning, what are you even doing he-” -marshmallow blowing up in the background- 

“Please don’t touch me! I don’t want to hurt you”

“If you make one more comment about this I will kick  you so far to the future you’ll be meeting your grandchildren!” “Our…” “Wha- “

“I care”

“Love? What? No. It’s- it’s something different” 

“When I look at the two of you I realise how single I am…”

“You snore.”

“You were still asleep and I thought I would make us breakfast”

“Please, wake up!”

“I really don’t like that idea…”

“Please get us out of here!”

“I didn’t know you could change colours”

“You look happy.” “It’s because I am happy”

“Because of you I became a better person.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Would it be too much if we matched our outfits?”

“I love you no matter what gender or colour you are or from which planet you came from.” “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.”

“I looked up the meaning of your tattoo”

[veronicalodgestylecompendium]

Chapter Nine: La Grande Illusion

This episode is iconic for many reasons: THAT dress (you know the one), THOSE shoes (you know them too), along with further cementing B & V as being ultimate friend goals.

We start with this stunner. The colour of this dress is so Veronica you could be tricked into thinking it was custom made, however it’s Ted Baker and I think we all know by now how much I love our girl in a good TB number. The embellished collar is a new motif that we will be seeing a lot through out the rest of the series. Note the teardrop pearl necklace that I previously mentioned she wears when she’s got a lot going on on her collar.

The shoes are a different style as well. I can’t exactly say I like them, but they definitely work as a protector of her feet… and that’s my only comment about that.

I love the detail in this dress and I’m beyond devastated that we only got to see such a small part of this stunning piece. The eyelet detail and laser cut outs are elegant and refined, however still slightly daring. Exactly what you would expect from our girl. Also: peep the pearl belt hidding in the bottom corner. I though it was off that she wasn’t wearing anything pearl related, but there they are, sitting proudly around her waist... for now.

This dress is what I like to think of as ‘school girl chic’. The lace peter pan collar is immense and paired with her usual pearl gives off the innocent and beyond reproach vibe that I’m sure she is trying to portray to Ethel.

On a separate note: what on earth is Ronnie trying to give away to Ethel? A red fascinator along with other, might I say, very un-Ronnie like pieces of clothing. Where on earth did she get this stuff from? Because I highly doubt it was her own closet.

THIS dress is what I was talking about at the beginning. All Riverdale fans remember this scene, and if you’re anything like me, my immediate thought, other than ‘aww, poor Ronnie’, was ‘where did they get that dress, I WANT IT!’. Unfortunately, it was custom made, but what an amazing job they did! The pink plaid was an excellent choice, slightly different from her usual colour palette but brought back to normal due to the heavy black woven through out. The burgundy embellished belt (also custom made, these guys are busy!) is the perfect match to it, bringing what could possibly be seen as an out of left field outfit right back into our girls wheel house.

Lucy, who runs @riverdalefashion​, has told me these shoes are one of her most requested items ever. Can we blame people for wanting to know where they came from? No. I don’t. I want them for myself and I wear heels literally once a year. 

Now, I’ve been so focused on her dress and her shoes that I haven’t made comment on the most significant detail of this scene: the pearls. We have always known Ronnie’s pearls signify her connection to her family. Her Father gave her the pearls she constantly wears and her Mother is always adorned with a matching strand. Ronnie tearing them off in this moment of complete panic over what her family is capable of signifies her wanting to be different from her family. She doesn’t want to be apart of destroying lives. She wants to be with her friends and make peoples lives better, not worse. Our girl is a star, all right.

Girls supporting girls. We stan even harder.

THE CAPE makes a reappearance over the top of her previous school outfit. The cape usually portrays mystery and sneaking around. Here she is in the light, she is admitting to being her Father’s daughter. It’s a poignant moment for Ronnie, and a moment where we truly see the person she has become after coming to Riverdale.

Take note of the skirt here: you may recognise the material from her skirt in the retro scene in 1x07 as being the same used in this skirt here. It is clearly not the same skirt, the structure is completely different, but I like that they used the left over material to make something different. Her top here is cute too, the embellished collar is already becoming a thing and we’ve just started the trend

No pearls here. Our girl is showing herself to be free from her family and her visual connection to it.

Total: Six

Ted Baker Count: Eight NOW! We had two appearances in this episode!

Tear Drop Necklace Appearance: It’s back! It’s finally back!

Favourite Outfit: Pink tartan dress, obviously.

[tending-the-hearth]

just... their final Narnian outfits all matching in some way???

Peter and Susan both having blue, Edmund and Lucy wearing green, Susan and Lucy both having floral motifs, and Peter and Edmund both having the tunic-style and wider sleeves??

but the colors of their outfits are really what i want to focus on!!

Peter and Susan both wearing blue is SO important to this moment in their story:

blue is, ofc, the color of sadness, and it's heartbreaking that they have to leave Narnia, leave their country, their home, and know that they won't be returning

it's also the color of responsibility and calmness, and Susan's title is LITERALLY the Gentle Queen, and she's always been the voice of reason within the four siblings.

Peter's dark blue that he's wearing specifically represents strength and reliability, which is... like the perfect color motif for him to wear in this final moment as the High King of Narnia (ik, "once a king or queen, always a king or queen" but still)

and i don't talk about the religious aspect of Narnia much, but the only thing that i will say is that in the bible, blue represents Heaven, and while Peter and Susan aren't going to Aslan's Country, they're leaving their Narnia and never returning, so it's sort of like that.

now, Edmund and Lucy being in green:

Green represents growth and prosperity, and in this moment, Narnia is entering a new age, and while Lucy and Edmund are growing, they know that they'll still be able to return to Narnia one day

i think it's also important to note that green obviously represents envy or jealousy as well, which is why I think it's a smart choice for Edmund to have green. While he's obviously no longer envious of Peter or his siblings (because, for the first time, Edmund's getting something that Peter won't have again), his jealousy was such a big part of his character in the first movie (and into the third movie) that it just fits for him to be wearing green.

Lucy's light green sleeves represent youthfulness and relaxation, which is perfect paired with the darker green, because she's maturing and stepping into a new role now that her older siblings are leaving.

and also, the color matching creating an obvious split between the four, with the two who are leaving have the color representing sadness, whereas the two who will be able to return have the color representing rebirth and growth??????

so yeah, i'm obsessed with these final Narnian costumes and what they represent for the siblings, and i WILL overanalyze every single costume in this movie and no one can stop me <3

[blazogirlsoneshots]

Panic (Peter Pevensie x Reader)

A/N: This contains self-harm and panic attacks. If you are sensitive to those subjects I wouldn’t advise reading this one shot. 

Everything was wrong and loud; too loud. 

You were very particular when it came to how things were supposed to be. Activities had to start at a time that ended with a zero or a five. Numbers had to be perfectly rounded or else you had to fix it. Meals had to be arranged in a certain way and food could not touch. Too much noise could cause you to snap at anyone in your way and a simple touch of the hand could cause a full-on spiral of rage. If these objectives weren’t meet you would have this irritating itch under your skin that never seemed to go away. 

It was unpleasant, unavoidable, and the worst possible thing to happen in public. It was ten times worse if you reached the edge at one of Lucy and Susan’s elaborate balls. So, of course, during the middle of the main course of dinner, you felt like screaming and your skin felt like it was on fire. 

The chatter was deafening. Every time you turned your head a centimeter it felt like a million different beady eyes were attempting to stab through the fabric of the outfit that felt more like a costume; a mask making it seem like you were okay. You wanted to cover your ears and let loose a scream as loud as a lion’s roar at the same time. You didn’t even notice your nails digging into the soft skin around your wrist until you felt blood irritating the skin under your nails. 

“Y/N?” Peter’s gentle voice cut through your panic like a jagged piece of glass. “Would you like to go get some air?” The buzzing in your head was growing louder while the ladies and gentlemen of the court turned to look at your panicked figure. You tried to swallow and regain a sense of connection to the fuzzy world around you. 

“Yes, your majesty,” You almost whispered. Why was your voice so thin? 

Peter arose from his seat at the head of the table and walked over to help you out of your seat. He took extra care not to touch you which, to any stranger, would seem both cold and distant but for you was completely necessary. You almost sprinted out of the hall as you went to find a corner to hide in. The itching feeling was growing stronger and you felt yourself dry gagging. There was no meaning to your surroundings anymore. Where you breathing? You couldn’t tell. Your legs gave out from underneath you and you began thrashing on the ground. You were definitely underwater and most certainly drowning. You had to be drowning. Why else was there water on your face? 

Air. Where was the air? 

Vomit. Just vomit already. 

 Dying.  I’m dying. 

 My skin is on fire. 

 Why can’t I just drown already?

“Y/N, I need you to ground yourself,” Was that Peter? Was he underwater too? “Listen to my voice. I need you to listen to my voice and breathe with me.”

“Can’t. No air.”

“There is air. You’re in the hallway outside the dining room. Windows are open and there is a breeze coming in from the sea. Just breathe with me,” You attempted to match breathing rhythms with the high king. His were strong and evenly measured while yours shook with the weight of the tears pouring down your face. 

After a few minutes of stabling your hyperventilating Peter began talking again, “Can you name five things you hear out here?” 

“The ocean is really loud.”

“That’s true,” Peter said with a chuckle. 

“All of the people behind those doors talking.”

“Three more.”

“The crackle of the torches and the birds outside are audible.”

“Can you give me one more?”

“Your voice calming me.”

“Are you able to sit up or do you want help?” You shook your head and pulled yourself out of the ball you had ended up in. You kept your eyes closed as you let the coolness of the stone wall behind you overwhelm your panicked scenes. 

“I’m going to go get a glass and water and something you clean up your arm. Is that okay?’ You could feel the warmth of Peter’s voice gently worm its way through the thunderclouds of thoughts that seemed to bounce around your brain. 

“How long will you be gone?” You asked with a whimper. “Five minutes at most. I can get Lucy or Susan to come and sit with you if you want?” 

“I’ll be okay” You felt Peter’s presences depart from the hall and you used the time in the silence to adjust your thoughts. By the time Peter returned you had your eyes open and were beginning to regain feeling in your limbs. 

Wordlessly, Peter handed you a goblet of water. Its metallic surface was nice and cool; helping you ground yourself even more. 

“Can I touch you?” Peter asked carefully. You responded with a simple nod and Peter began cleaning up the scratch marks from your wrist. The blood was washed away as your panic ebbed away. As Peter finished bandaging the cuts your voice returned. 

“I think I’ll take up Tumnas’s offer to go and talk with one of the centaurs,” You murmured. Peter could barely conceal his smile as his grin crept into his voice, 

“That will really help.”

“Yeah,” Peter intertwined his hand in yours as your sweaty forehead softly touched. “I’m proud of you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” 

materlist

[petri808]

The Position is Filled

Day 2 @nalu-week  Stranger prompt

*Gomen.  I got nothing against Sting, just needed a bad guy for this story, and it’s a bit rushed to get it done in time. 

Lucy scans over the ad for the tenth time maybe, who was counting.  It wasn’t like anyone she knew would know she had placed it because a fictional name and generic email contact address should keep it on the low.

Looking for single hetero male, toned and fit body, clean cut, preferably charismatic, charming business type, fresh faced cute with positive disposition to take to an event.  Must provide a picture taken within the last month, stats (height, weight), and a job resume in your response.

She takes one last deep breath and closes her eyes as she clicks the send button.  Desperate times lead to desperate measures, and this was one of those times no matter how crazy the idea was.

Her 10-year high school reunion was coming up in just two months and according to gossip, her ex-boyfriend would be attending with a plus one.  The bastard.  Sting Eucliffe had been her high school sweetheart, but after twelve years together, she caught him cheating.  Lucy was devastated.  Well now she knew why he always changed the subject when the idea of marriage came up. But that didn’t mean she wanted him back, oh no.  What Lucy wanted, was to make him jealous and to show Sting she had moved on. Unfortunately, she hadn’t found anyone worth dating, hence the need to fake it.

The first few hits looked promising, but each one had something she didn’t like.  Not fond of the hair, no blonde guys.  Too short.  Visible tattoos, not that she really cared, but it wasn’t part of this vision, and problems with something on their resume.  After a week, the responses had petered down to a trickle and Lucy was starting to lose hope.  Maybe this idea wasn’t going to work after all.

She was almost ready to give up by the end of the second week when she heard the ding on her phone, signaling a new email.  ‘Please, please be decent,’Lucy chants in her head as she opens the message. Natsu Dragneel.  Her eyes widen to the selfie photo.  Cute smile, pretty green eyes, nice height.  Lucy bites her lip, he had a verynice body. So far so good.  One year older, works at a brokerage firm Dreyar & Dreyar as a junior broker.  ‘Hot dayum!’  If the BMW M5 parked behind him was his car…

“Wait a minute.” She pauses, a bit confused.  What was a guy like this doing answering a dating ad?!  He was hot and looked like he had some money, how was he still single? Was there some major flaw hidden behind the perfect features and pristine resume?  Oh, what the hell, her curiosity was peaked, and besides, he was the only candidate so far that looked good for the part. Lucy sends off her reply to meet for coffee and tosses the phone back on the couch beside her.

Ding.

‘That was quick,’she glances over and picks the phone back up.

Tomorrow, 11am at Fairies Cafe? Lunch my treat ;)

Lucy fires off a response. See you then!

Nervous was an understatement when Lucy walked up to the cafe.  She’d worn a casual summer dress, nothing fancy, but she had taken an hour just to settle on wearing it.  Her make-up was redone a couple of times, too heavy at first, now lighter to match the outfit.  Flats and hair done in a simple ponytail, completed her look.

She scans the room and almost immediately notices a pink head of hair in one of the booths.  It’s been a while since she’s patronized Fairies and the place looked exactly the same as she remembered it, cozy.  To her Starbucks felt more hectic whereas this coffee shop still had a homey feel thanks to the owner Mira.

“Hi,” Lucy walks up to the booth, holding her hand out in a gesture. “I’m Lucy, are you Natsu?”

“That’s me,” he shakes her hand but runs his other through his hair.

It was obvious the man was a little nervous too, but his smile looked genuine.  She sits down across from him.

“Order whatever you want,” Natsu pushes the menu closer to Lucy.  “I already know what I’m gonna get.”

Lucy opens the menu scanning its contents.  “Have you been here long?”  She hopes she hadn’t kept him waiting.

“Oh no, I got here a few minutes before you.  I kind of come here often since it’s close to work.”

Once their orders are placed.  Lucy gets right to it, starting with the one question that plagued her.  There’d be no point in staying long if she didn’t like the answer.  “To be honest I was surprised to get your response.  Tell me the truth Natsu.  You’re cute and have a good job, how is someone like you still single?

Natsu blushes, and there goes the head scratching again.  “Well would you believe I wasn’t the one who sent the response?”

“Come again?!  What do you mean?!”

“I was with my buddy and he took my phone when I wasn’t looking and found your ad.  I’m really sorry, he’s been trying to get me to date cause I’ve just been so focused on work, so at first, I was pissed and was gonna apologize and renege but then I thought what the hell, why not.  He’s right I do need to get out more.  Then when I saw you, I’m glad I agreed to come here cause you are smokinghot!”  He hangs his head.  “I’m sorry, I’m rambling.  Truth is I’m still single cause I get flustered with girls.  It’s okay if after learning that you wanna change your mind…”

Lucy’s soft laughter stops his blubbering cold, and he looks up wide-eyed at the giggling blonde.  He was sure he was bright red by now because he swore the temperature in the cafe had doubled.

“You’re so cute!”  Lucy chuckles.  “It’s quite endearing to me.  I was so nervous that you’d end up being some stuck-up playboy just looking for a one-night-stand or something, that to see you all flustered makes me feel better.”

“Um, thanks,” he cocks his head with a silly grin, “I think?”

She chuckles again. “Let’s start over, shall we?”

Over lunch Lucy tells Natsu that she was hoping to find someone to accompany her to her high school reunion, leaving out the part about Sting.  Of course, he asked her why find a stranger as a date, to which she replied, since she’s still single, she just wanted someone no one would know.

“So basically,” Lucy blushes lightly, “I was hoping we could pretend we’ve been dating for a while already.”

“Oh, so I’m gonna play like a fake boyfriend?”

“Yeah… if that’s something you’d be okay with.”

Natsu hunches his shoulders, “Yeah, why not.”

Over the next upcoming weeks, Lucy and Natsu spend as much time as they can in order to learn about each other.  The plan wouldn’t work if they messed up on simple questions, especially if cornered by anyone that knows Lucy’s past.  Family history to when they met, how long they’ve been dating all needed to be memorized. As a writer that works from home, her schedule was open, so they mainly worked around Natsu’s, sometimes at her apartment, sometimes at his.  

Once their nerves had calmed the friendship bloomed.  Natsu was a real sweet-hearted goof and Lucy loved spending time with him.  It was definitely a little awkward at first since Sting had been her only boyfriend since high school, leaving Lucy with very little experiences to draw from before or after.  But frankly, Lucy was also a bit surprised how natural their friendship was coming along, and by the fifth week she’d almost forgotten this was supposed to be a fake relationship.  She didn’t want to admit it, but the stock broker from Dreyar & Dreyar was really growing on her.

She fidgets on the couch one evening.  “I think we should practice um,” Lucy cheeks darken as she tries to get the words out, “you know k-kissing.”  They were only two weeks from the reunion and while they’d done things like holding hands, first base had not been attempted yet.  

Natsu gulps and nods. This was something he’d been dreading for a while, now that his feelings for the pretty blonde had steadily grown. He knew this was only supposed to be a faux situation, but in the back of his mind, he hoped it would turn into something more.    

They awkwardly shift their bodies closer until their legs are touching.  Despite his trepidation, he’s dreamt of this moment for the last couple of weeks and the only way it could work was, to give in.  Natsu reaches out to cradle Lucy’s face in his hand, sweeping his thumb along her milky skin.  It was so soft under his touch!  He lets his eyes drift over the lips he needed to claim next.  Would it be everything he’d imagined?  With a pause and coquette nod by the blonde, Natsu leans in coveting Lucy’s ruby lips.  Slow and gentle, he applies pressure to the kiss allowing the blonde to tell him how far to push things.  But she never pulls away, rather adds to the mix with a nibble to his bottom lip.  He swore his heart jumped into his throat by her actions and a light groan slips out.  

Emboldened by his response, Lucy runs the tip of her tongue against the seam of his lips.  Natsu relents and allows her to slip through.  She hums her pleasure and savors what this man was providing her.  The fears of allowing someone else to get close again seemed lost in this moment they were sharing.  A simple kiss that set off fireworks in her brain.  It was amazing, and something she hadn’t felt in so long.  Her fingers weave into his hair, threading through, gripping tightly as he suckles and cavorts with her tongue.  Oh wow, Lucy moans, this man was really good at finding hidden buttons she didn’t even know had existed till now.

She was almost saddened by the loss of contact when Natsu slowly pulled away out of breath.  It was probably for the best that they slowed things down anyways.  Her goal was supposed to be, just get through the reunion, not fall in love with the next guy that came her way.  But as he rested his forehead against hers, and she felt his hands gently resting above her hip, a crack appeared in Lucy’s resolve.  Natsu was so sweet, so attentive compared to how Sting had treated her.  How had she not known that men like the ones in her stories may actually exist.

Needless to say, sleep didn’t come so easily for either of them that night as they replayed the kiss they had shared on her couch.  Natsu knew he was hopelessly in love, but Lucy was more torn than ever.

The night of the reunion came swiftly enough and they both were not truly ready for it emotionally. They were dressed to impress, having pulled out all the stops with a custom fit Armani suit for Natsu, and an elegant red gown for Lucy that accented all of her assets.  Her plan was to make Sting jealous, but Natsu was still unaware of this secondary reason.  Lucy had toyed with the idea of telling him the truth, but every time she built up the courage to do so, she balked and now it was too late.

And low and behold, as they pull up to the valet station in Natsu’s M5, who but Sting and his date are exiting another vehicle.  Lucy takes a deep breath, willing herself to calm down.  She couldn’t believe it!  Yukino Aguria was his date!  The cheerleading captain and the football quarter back from their high school years. Oh, how cliché could this be?!  

“Are you okay,” Natsu had taken her hand when he’d noticed her jaw clench.  “Is that someone you know?”

“Yeah,” Lucy exhales, “they’re here for the reunion too.”  Like hell she was going to tell Natsu now, that they were the reason she’d brought him in the first place.  She turns on the fake smile, “let’s get this over with.”

It wasn’t all that bad Lucy realizes an hour into the event.  A few of her old friends, some she hadn’t spoken to in years were in attendance and it was nice catching up with them.  So far Natsu was playing his role perfectly, holding her hand or keeping his arm around her waist, making small talk with people, and doing what any old boyfriend would do.  But every so often, her eyes drift over to wherever Sting was hanging out.  As she suspected, he and Yukino was mainly around their former teammates.  Well it did make sense.  Theymade more sense.  Lucy hadn’t been part of that crowd to begin with because cheer just wasn’t of interest to her.  It still didn’t make her feel any better, only wonder if she’d been the one played their entire relationship.

She didn’t wanna see much more of it and excuses herself to the restroom to calm her nerves.  

After freshening up and composing herself, Lucy exists the lady’s room and is startled to find Sting waiting right outside, alone, leaning against the wall.

“Didn’t think you’d come,” he smirks at her, “I knew you wanted to see me again.”

“Oh please,” Lucy tries to get around him, but he blocks her.  “Sting, move.”

“You thought you could just break up with me and I’d let you go so easily?”  Sting corners Lucy against a wall with his arms braced on either side of her.  “That ain’t happening baby.”      

Lucy seethes.  “Y-You’re the one who was doing the cheating Sting! I wasted 12 years of my life on you and I’m glad to have found someone new.”

“Who, Armani boy out there.”  He scoffs, “think I don’t know you only met the guy two months ago on some dating site.” When he sees Lucy’s eyes widen, he taunts her more.  “Yeah…” Sting trails a finger along her jaw and down her neck, “that’s right, I found out from Minerva cause she works at that company checking through profiles.  Couldn’t land a guy so you dug one up.  Cute baby, real cute, but you’re not gonna replace me so easily.”

“Y-You have Yukino,” Lucy spat back.  “Why are you still bothering me…”

Sting grabs Lucy’s jaw hard.

“You’re hurting me Sting, stop it!”

He narrows his eyes, “I just don’t like losing what’s mine.”

Natsu had grown worried at how long Lucy was taking and went to investigate.  As he rounds the corner of the hallway, he sees the same man from earlier pinning her to the wall.  Furious, he runs as fast as he can, cold cocking him before he even knew what hit him. Sting flies a few feet away but quickly scrambles to his feet.  “Back off pretty boy.  This is between me and my ex!”

Ex?  Natsu glances at Lucy confused.  

“Oh, I see,” Sting snickers, “she never told you.”

But Natsu didn’t care. No woman deserved to be treated the way this bastard was hurting Lucy.  “Last chance,” he narrows his eyes, brows furrowing in a death glare.  “Walk away and don’t ever come near her again or I’ll lay you out right here right now Eucliffe!”  Sting’s eyes widen a tad, that this guy knew who he was.  “Yeah I know who you are.  Quarterback of Crocus High.  I recognized Cheney too from the times we whipped your asses on the field.”

Sting does a double take. “Magnolia.”

“Exactly.  You stuck up rich kids always looked down on us, but on the field, we owned you.  Now walk away or I’ll refresh your memory.”

By that moment, other partygoers had flooded into the hallway.  Rogue grabs Sting telling him it ain’t worth it and to just come with them.

“Fine,” Sting spat back, “you can have her cause she ain’t worth it.  I’m outta here!”

“Are you okay?” Natsu grabs Lucy and pulls her to him.  

She collapses against his chest, sobbing.  “I’m sorry Natsu.  I should have warned you…”  

“It doesn’t matter if he’s you ex, that doesn’t give him the right to put his hands on you.  But tell me the truth Lucy, is he the reason you wanted to come here tonight?”

Lucy hesitates a moment but nods and hangs her head.  “I’m sorry Natsu…. When I’d heard he had a new girlfriend, I just wanted him to think I’d moved on too.  Just never thought he’d do something like this.”

Natsu exhales and kisses the top of her head.  Speaking in a soft tone, “I know I was supposed to just play a role but, after spending the last few weeks with you, I don’t…  I don’t want things to end between us.”

“You don’t?”  She looks up.  “Even after all this?”

He shakes his head and smiles, cupping her cheek gently, “permission to kiss my new… girlfriend?”  

She smiles and pulls him in for a kiss, “permission no longer required…”

[notgonnarememberthis]

If You Would - Day 3

In my most on brand fashion I planned this idea yesterday but waited until almost the last minute to actually write it. I got side tracked with both Why Women Kill and The Good Place airing today on top of the fact that one of my favorite youtubers sprung a “reverse charity livestream” today so I wrote this while on commercial breaks for the good place. Hope y’all enjoy. This is absolutely inspired by Lucy Liu’s 80′s look and it was just begging to be written into these two’s dynamics and who doesn’t love Sherlock being tricked for once.

Day 3 - Bait

Watson steps into the kitchen with two items from the dry cleaner draped over her arm. "I propose an experiment."

He narrows his eyes at her, normally that's his line. "Go on?"

With that she throws one of the bags onto the table. "Tomorrow we're going to dress in 80′s era clothing. I already got the outfits." She raises an eyebrow, a simple challenge to question her. After all the experiments he's put her through over the years, he may as well say yes.

"Very well." She smiles, the grin lighting up her eyes as she goes up the stairs with a little extra bounce to her step. Truly, he's not sure of the last time Watson became so eager over something so simple.

So, the next morning he dons the outfit she's picked out for him. The look of the pinstripe suit is not enough to overwhelm him and he must admit the rare opportunity for him to show off his socks makes him smile a bit. The cut of the suit is distinctly 1980′s culture and he must say he's impressed with Watson's eye for detail.

When she steps out, however, is the moment his jaw drops. While his look is muted for his benefit, hers is anything but. Her coat is bright pink with patterns of black flowers swirling all around the bodice and into each other. Her hair is in a tight updo topped with a large brimmed hat balanced atop. Even her belt which ties the ensemble together has a pattern hidden in the fabric. Even her makeup is dramatic calling all of his attention to her eyes. It’s flashy and so un-Watson that he can’t seem to pull his gaze away.

"Ready?" All he can do is swallow and nod before following her out of the house. On the cab ride to the precinct, however, the pieces begin steadily to fall into place.

It starts with a girl wearing a dress with a peter pan collar and double braids passing them on a bicycle. Then its varieties of individuals dressed in superhero outfits they see out the windows on the drive. The catalyst for his realization came in the form of a family dressed in matching costumes from a Disney movie he didn't remember the name of.

A quick check of his phone confirms his suspicions: October 31st. He'd fallen right into her trap. In the six years of working together he'd not once dressed up for Halloween. He played right into her hand.

He stares at her in a mix of disbelief and wonder. She tilts her head at him feigning innocence. "Everything alright?"

"Perfect." He nods with a closed smile.

Later, when he sees Marcus pass her $20 with a groan he takes comfort in knowing he's not the only one who took the bait.

[temptation-narnia-chronicles]

From Upon the Golden Thrones

Episode 22: Underneath This Smile

               Peter rushed downstairs in a panic, his heart racing in his chest. The chances of Ginevra having not already complained to her father and brother were slim, but that didn’t change what he needed to do. If he could just explain himself and apologize, then perhaps Rochester would take pity on him. Perhaps Francis wouldn’t murder him. Perhaps Narnia would be saved after all.

               The moment he reached the bottom of the stairs, he found the duke speaking with another man, perhaps some sort of dignitary, in the doorway. Francis stood beside him, his trademark stern expression painted on his face. Peter rushed forward, his face flushed, and swallowed back his fear. “S-sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to apologize for—”

               “King Peter!” Rochester bellowed, patting the boy on the back. “Speak of the devil! I was just telling Sir Poubelle here of what a fine couple weeks we’ve had, and our even finer pending alliance!” The man, Sir Poubelle, smiled politely and nodded in satisfaction.

               “And what a truly fine alliance it will be, your majesty. To think—Narnia and Brenn finally united!” the man exclaimed. He polished his little round glasses, humming happily to himself, before nodding to the two men and venturing inside to take his seat.

               Peter blinked a few times, struggling to comprehend what just happened. Surely if Ginevra had already come crying to her father, Rochester would be in a far less perky mood. The High King peered through the doorway, scanning the faces in the crowd. Ginevra was nowhere to be found. The duke cleared his throat, pulling Peter from his pondering. “Your highness, was there something you wished to tell me?”

               Peter turned back to the duke, perplexed beyond compare. He glanced to Francis, who raised in eyebrow in anticipation. The magnificent shook his head absently. “N-no…nothing in particular.”

               His siblings eyed him as he floated into the room and took his seat beside them. There was a strange, dazed look in his eyes that they didn’t quite understand. “So, how did last night go?” Edmund whispered across his sisters. Peter stared straight ahead, brows furrowed in thought. It wasn’t until the third repeat and a slap on the shoulder courtesy of Lucy that he was finally stirred from his thoughts.

               “Huh? Oh, it was…fine” he lied.

               “Peter, are you sure you’re alright?” Susan questioned. She discreetly tucked her hand under his hair—which was getting significantly longer these days, it seemed—and pressed her palm to his forehead. He swatted her away presently.

               “Su, don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Really.”

               “You don’t exactly seem fine, Peter” Lucy whispered back. If something had happened last night, she wanted to know about it. And she knew her siblings felt the same way.

               As breakfast commenced, Peter focused solely on his food. He cut his sausage carefully into tiny pieces, picked apart his croissant, and guzzled so much tea Susan was certain he’d face a nasty caffeine crash later. More than anything, however, he refused to look anyone in the eye. All he could think about was Ginevra. That heartbroken look on her face when he screamed at her was haunting. He never meant to hurt her. He was just tired and angry and…depressed.

               Susan glanced at him a moment as she sipped her own tea, then scanned the room of unfamiliar faces. Francis ate quietly, steeped in authority, like always. Rochester seemed as jovial as ever. The gentle softly cleared her throat before asking, “Sir, I can’t help but notice we seem to be missing someone. If you don’t mind my asking, where is Ginevra?”

               Rochester stole a bite of sausage from his fork, chewing loudly as he replied, “Ginevra unfortunately was unable to join us this morning. Said she was feeling unwell and would rather take her breakfast in bed. Something about a tremendous headache or something of the sort. I’m sure she’ll be fine by lunchtime! Ginevra always has been one to bounce back rather quickly.”

               Peter’s heart sank in his chest. She was ill. He assumed she had probably cried so hard the night before, she gave herself a migraine. He could just picture her barging into her lavish bedroom, flopping face first onto the canopy bed and staining her stark white duvet with all that excessive makeup. If she could even flop in the first place with that hoop skirt on. She would’ve awoken with mascara dripping down her cheeks, lipstick smudged across her face, and perhaps feathers from her dress poking out of her mouth. The portrait of pathetic. His chest ached. What had he done?

               “Come on, Pete! That’s the fifth time you’ve let me hit you” Edmund shouted from across the training grounds. “If we were in a real battle right now, you’d be dead.” Quite frankly, Peter didn’t care whether he was dead or not. If anything, death would’ve saved him from a lot of trouble. He sheathed his sword and wiped the sweat from his brow.

               “That’s enough for today, Ed” he muttered. The just looked upon him in disbelief.

               “We’ve only been out here for fifteen minutes!” Edmund argued. “What’s gotten into you, Pete? I thought you would’ve loved to blow off some steam.”

               “I’m just not in the mood today, Ed.”

               “Did something happen last night that you’re not telling us about?”

               Peter shot a defensive look to his brother. “Why would you think that?”

               “Because you’ve been acting like something’s bugging you all day. And because when I asked you this morning, you said it went fine. You never say things went fine unless they did not, in fact, go fine” Edmund explained. Unfortunately, he read his brother like a book. No wonder his spy corporation was blooming. You couldn’t hide a damn thing from Edmund.

               Peter groaned and rubbed his face. “Nothing is bothering me, alright Edmund? I didn’t do anything wrong! Can’t you just bugger off?”

               Edmund cocked a brow, his mind clinging to the insistence Peter did nothing wrong. It’s important to note that the just was by no means upset that his brother had yelled at him. He understood the way Peter’s mind worked and what made him tick. Plus, this just put him one step closer to figuring out what was really going on.

               Before anymore could be said, the double doors to the training grounds swung open and Susan came hustling forward. “I hoped I’d find you two here!” she shouted toward them. Her face was flushed and dewy, and she fought to catch her breath upon reaching the pair. Lucy rushed up behind her. “I just heard from Ginevra.”

               Perfect. Peter stiffened. He didn’t want to deal with this. Susan shot him a cold glance. Edmund cocked a brow. “Oh, really? And what did she have to say?”

               “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

               “What do you mean nothing?” Peter asked. Silence was hard to believe coming from someone who spent much of their time rambling.

               “She didn’t want to see anyone” Susan replied casually. “Something about feeling so outrageously sick, she was positive she must be contagious and refuses to communicate with anyone other than her lady in waiting.”

               “I wonder what she’s sick with” Lucy pondered. “I hope it’s not food poisoning. You know, I thought that salmon at lunch yesterday was questionable.”

               “I don’t think it’s that, Lucy” Susan shook her head. “If it was the food, we’d all be feeling it, wouldn’t we?” The valiant chewed her bottom lip in thought.

               Edmund looked to his brother out of the corner of his eye. Peter clenched his fists, focusing his attention on the patches of dirt surrounding him. The just wondered how long it would take for him to crack.

               “It’s probably just a headache. Nothing more, nothing less” Peter finally muttered. He swerved around his sisters to head back inside but Lucy leapt over to block his path.

               “Wait a second, Peter. You spent all last night with her. If she’s so sick this morning, did she show any signs of being ill last night?” she asked.

               Peter didn’t want to look at her. He didn’t want to look at any of them. He didn’t want to admit his crimes. He didn’t want them to know he had broken Ginevra.

               “Pete did say something earlier about having not done anything wrong, didn’t you Pete?” Edmund asked. The magnificent clenched his teeth and inhaled.

               “Alright, fine! If you all insist on knowing, things were not fine last night!” he shouted. “To put it briefly, she was fifteen minutes late, complained I did not bring her flowers or chocolates, and then declared that she could not been seen with me because our outfits did not match so she proceeded to rummage through my trunk for something else.”

               The trio blinked a few times in silence. The knew Ginevra was high maintenance but were unsure if her behavior warranted such a strange mood. “So then what happened?” Lucy asked. “Did you change? And what about dinner?”

               “We didn’t get to dinner, Lu” Peter sighed. “We didn’t get past the bedroom.”

               “Peter!” Susan scolded, blocking Lucy’s ears. If he was going to detail his sexual escapades, none of them needed to hear it.

               “Oh, for Aslan’s sake, Susan, not like that!” Peter replied in disgust. “I mean we didn’t get any further than her rummaging through my things.”

               “I mean, that is kind of an invasion of privacy” Edmund replied. Says the kid who snooped through Eilonwy’s diary a year ago, Peter thought.

               The High King sat on the stone steps and shook his head. “It wasn’t that that bothered me so much as what she did with the things.” Lucy tilted her head curiously. “She threw all my clothes across the room and then when the truck was empty, she found something she wasn’t supposed to touch.”

               “What was it?” the valiant asked in the softest of voices. She could sense the pain beginning to shine through in her brother’s tone, the grief of losing something irreplaceable. His eyes glistened, his fingers began to tremble ever so slightly. He took a deep breath and slowly looked to his youngest sister in sadness.

               “Your Christmas present…” he choked out. “It’s ruined…it’s broken, snapped in half.”

               Lucy’s heart broke at the thought of it. She hadn’t even known he had been carrying it all this time. “Oh, Peter…”

               “That was the last straw. I got angry. I yelled at her. I said some horrible things. I threw her out of the room. She ran down the hall crying and…and I haven’t seen her since.”

               “That’s why she wasn’t at breakfast this morning” Susan concluded. “She was too ashamed to see you.”

               “I’m sure that’s at least partly it” Peter sighed. “I do think her father was telling the truth when he said she wasn’t feeling well.”

               “Well, she only brought it on herself” Edmund chimed in. “She led herself right to it. Serves her right for pouring salt on your wounds.”

               “She had no clue” Susan replied. “I tried to tell her about Peter’s past, but she was so excited to hear he wasn’t currently courting anyone that she wouldn’t listen to me. All she cared about was taking Peter for herself.”

               “Still. Serves her right. Maybe now she’ll learn to actually listen” said Edmund.

               Peter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. On one hand, he truly agreed with his brother. Ginevra really needed to learn a lesson in empathy. On the other hand, did he really have to be so damn harsh? And then there was the matter of her father and brother. It was all just very complicated and Peter was growing drunk with confusion just trying to organize it all in his head. He wondered what she was doing right now, whether she was cocooned in her canopy bed with a mountain of handkerchiefs and all the drapes shut. He needed to know if she said anything to her father. He needed to know if her brother was going to slice him to ribbons. He needed to know if she hated him now. And more than anything, he needed a break.

               “I think I’m going to go for a walk” he replied quietly, approaching the hedge maze in the garden.

               “We can join you, if you’d like!” Lucy offered, but Susan placed a gentle hand on her sister’s shoulder. The valiant looked up at her and quickly understood. Peter glanced back to his family, thanking them anyways, before disappearing behind the wall of shrubbery.

               Peter’s chest ached and his skin crawled. He sucked in a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and imagined he was in the Narnian wilderness riding Besnik northward. Perhaps he was with a companion. Maybe they were racing. Of course she would win. She always knew the land better than he did. She’d smirk proudly and punch him in the shoulder, say something snarky about how the High King ought to have a faster horse. The sunlight would glint off her irises and illuminate them a warm hazel. Her infectious, organic laugh. Her crooked teeth. Her calloused hands. He shoved the thoughts of his mind.

               After a few hours, he found himself back in the mansion. Gardens, though beautiful, warranted too much liberation for the mind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get his mind off of Eilonwy. He then had the brilliant idea that perhaps a trip to the library would help. She never liked books much anyways. As he ventured toward the stairwell, however, the quiet melody of someone singing captured his attention. It enchanted him, distracted him. He followed the sound to a door creaked slightly ajar, a sliver of sunlight breaking across the threshold. He pressed his back to the wall and listened for a moment longer, trying to decipher the lyrics before realizing they were in a language he did not quite understand. He knew it was wrong, but he was so curious he couldn’t stop himself from peeking inside. The scene he found was captivating.

               There she was, sitting upon a quilted tuffet in a chamber bathed in light. She was nothing like how he had known her, draped in a thin white dressing gown with matted hair braided loosely down her back. Tons of little ribbon inventions hung from the high ceilings and strung across the windows and walls. Intrigued, Peter scooted closer for a better view of these strange decorations but accidentally bumped into her nightstand, knocking over a chalice and spilling water onto the floor. Ginevra immediately leapt to her feet, clutching her chest with a shriek.

               “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s just me!” Peter replied, raising his hands in surrender. The minute Ginevra recognized her invader, she dropped her fear and replaced it with disdain.

               “I thought you said you didn’t want to see me anymore” she said, pouting, as she sat back down. Her fingers worked nimbly, folding the ribbons this way and that until she had somehow magically formed a tiny rose or a butterfly. Peter carefully placed the chalice back on the table, skirted around the puddle he had formed, and inched closer.

               “What are all of these?” he asked, tilting his head to the ceiling. “They’re…”

               “Stupid, I know” she spat, eyes locked on her work.

               “No, I was going to say beautiful.” Ginevra’s cheeks burned red. She tried her best to hide her satisfaction, to fight the small smile tugging at her lips. “Did you make all of these?” he then asked. She nodded softly. There was something strange about seeing her in this fashion: vulnerable and natural and pure. It almost seemed inhuman, and yet this was the most human he had ever witnessed her. Perhaps underneath the makeup and gaudy clothing, there was just a dash of ingenuity. Perhaps he had assumed too much about her too quickly.

               Slowly, she turned to face him. She didn’t really want to look at him for fear of breaking down in tears again, but she couldn’t stand to have her back to him. She could feel his eyes boring holes into her skin. It was maddening. “If you must know, my mother taught me how to make them. Now I do them all the time, especially….especially when I’m sad.”

               A dagger pierced Peter’s chest. Her voice faltered on the word mother. “We haven’t met your mother yet, have we?” he asked quietly. The room was so bright and pale and delicate, he was almost afraid speaking too loud would shatter it.

               The minute the question fell from his lips, Ginevra’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes turned glassy and she angled her body away from him again. “No, I’m sure you haven’t, darling” she whispered. “And I’m afraid you never will. She passed away when I was young. She’s been gone for ten years now.”

               “I’m so sorry” Peter choked. He wanted to reach out and perhaps pat her shoulder or perform some other sympathetic action but couldn’t find it in him. It was inappropriate after all he had done to her.

               “When she died, I locked myself away for three weeks and did nothing but make ribbon kites. I think I made a total of one hundred eleven” she murmured with a sad giggle. “How absolutely miserable I was!”

               Now Peter truly felt her pain. He thought of Eilonwy. He considered telling her everything, but decided against it. Now was not the time. He had more pressing matters to attend to. “You didn’t keep your word, you know.”

               “Whatever do you mean?” she gasped, a nervous energy pulsing through her.

               “You swore you’d tell your father if I hurt you, that you’d have him declare war on us. I approached him this morning and he seemed as if he knew nothing of the sort” Peter explained. “If anything, he couldn’t stop raving about our nations’ alliance.”

               The lady scoffed and rolled her eyes, restraining a laugh. “Peter, darling, did you really think I’d be so cruel?” The magnificent blinked a few times, confirming her suspicions. Folding her arms, she narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. “I never really planned to do such a thing, Peter.”

               “Then why the hell did you threaten me?” he exclaimed.

               “It was a power move, darling! Surely you’ve heard of those! I assumed that if I had something to hold you hostage with, there was no way you could possibly defy me” she explained. “But obviously that backfired. You must not have cared enough about your country’s security or else you wouldn’t have said such awful things.”

               “Hey, I care about my country plenty!” Peter fired back. “I can’t believe you would even assume such a thing. I am the High King, god dammit!”

               “Positions of power do not equal compassion, darling” Ginevra replied coolly. Peter was certain that she had no experience with politics, but there was something about the tone of her voice that denoted a certain level of expertise that made him uneasy. She pulled her dressing gown closed even tighter, crossing her legs at the ankle, and then folded her hands neatly in her lap. Without all the makeup, it was easier to discern the real nature of her face and the way emotion contorted it. Her chiseled features softened with sadness, her eyes a more piercing blue. She was of a classical sort of beauty, like a statue in a museum. A far more palatable presence, certainly.

               Peter sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Ginevra” he said quietly. “I never intended to hurt you, but you pushed me too far. Things haven’t been very easy the past few months.” He didn’t particularly like admitting his weakness, especially to someone he felt he barely knew, but something about the environment and the way she looked now made him feel stupidly trusting. “I suppose I panicked because I wasn’t prepared. I hadn’t considered the possibility of being confronted with someone romantically interested in me.”

               “I don’t see how, darling. You’re quite the commodity” she jested with an incredulous laugh. Peter rolled his eyes, unsure whether to laugh or scowl at her comment. Even after all of this, she still found ways to lace her words with flirtation. Unbelievable. In spite of that, however, a tiny, nagging part of him yearned to give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps that was truly just her nature, and he could learn to tolerate it. Perhaps they could learn a lot from each other and about each other, so long as they were both willing to listen.

               “What is Narnia like?” she asked, strolling alongside him into the garden. It was the least he could do, and she wanted some fresh air. Said she couldn’t stand being cooped up in that room for so many lonely hours. Besides, Peter wanted an actual conversation with her—the real her, not the overzealous version thrusting her breasts in his face and fanning herself like a sinner in church.

               “It’s the most beautiful place. Everything about it is incredible, like straight out of a fairytale” he replied.

               “You clearly do love your country so” she commented, her cheeks blushing. “I’m sorry I ever doubted that. You must be the perfect king to lead it, too.”

               Here, Peter’s face fell. He rubbed the back of his neck, dug the toe of his boot into the fertile soil. “Well, I mean, no one is perfect” he mumbled. Ginevra cocked her head to the side in intrigue. “There is a lot of responsibility that comes with ruling a country, even when you share the duty like I do with my brother and sisters. We didn’t exactly plan for this, you know.”

               He wondered if Ginevra was well-versed in the prophecy, if she knew by what way they came upon their stations in life. Even if she did, it was very strange and complex for a foreigner to grasp anyways. Not everyone believed in magic wardrobes and universes beyond the normal comprehension. He was certain some people probably assumed he and his siblings had ventured from the west, barbarians who killed the witch with their bare hands and usurped the throne on their own accord. They probably thought the Pevensies haughty for having spread some nonsensical myth about their origin. They would never believe until they met the monarchs themselves, saw firsthand the way they carry themselves, their strange cavalier attitudes and casual dress. Then they would certainly know they are not of this world.

               “But you must be so grateful that it has! To think: becoming an instant king! A beautiful place to live, servants to wait on your every need, tons of money. Not to mention you could have any girl your heart desires” she gushed. Clearly Ginevra had no true understanding of the gruel and devastation involved in this career.

               “Women are the least of my concerns” he mumbled. “Women are what got me into this mess. Or at least one woman in particular.”

               Ginevra gazed at him with great interest, inquiring, “That horrible witch?”

               Peter shook his head. “No, unfortunately. It was…someone else.”

              “Then who?” she asked. His heart pounded against his rib cage. Did he really want to talk about this? Did he really want to rip open these still fresh wounds? Again, something about all of this made him feel stupidly trusting.

               “Alright” he said, sucking in a deep breath. “There was this girl, she was…honestly, she was amazing. She fought alongside me in battle and taught me nearly everything I know. I was in love with her. I still am. I was going to ask for her hand at Christmas, but…but we wanted different things and…she disappeared. I haven’t seen her since. I have no idea where she is or what she’s doing, if she’s even still alive. I think about her every day and it kills me. I wish I at least knew whether she was alright, whether she was happy.”

               Ginevra could see the unimaginable pain painting his face and for the first time ever, she responded with utmost ingenuity. “She was your mavourneen” she replied quietly.

               “My what?” Peter asked.

               “Your mavourneen. It’s an incredibly old term from your country meaning someone beloved, someone very precious to you” she explained.

               Peter’s throat tightened. He could hear Eilonwy’s presence sing from within the word. He sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, that is exactly what she is.”

               A sad smile flickered upon Ginevra’s lips. She knew nothing else of this woman but she already hated her for breaking this poor boy’s heart. Resting a gentle hand upon Peter’s shoulder, she said softly, “Well, she was a fool. An absolute fool. I can’t imagine anyone being stupid enough to leave a man as handsome as you.”

               “Well, thank you, Ginevra….” Peter murmured. His heart leapt into his throat at her touch. The thought of physical contact with another woman, even as platonic as this, still terrified him. Her hand lingered for a moment longer before the lady dropped her gaze to the ground.

               “I’m sorry, as well, for having been so forward” she whispered. “I had no idea of your struggles but even then, that is no excuse. I suppose I was just scared. I had heard so many incredible things about you, and while I knew you were younger than most other diplomats, I never expected you to be quite so handsome as you are.” Peter could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t need her flattery. He let her continue anyways. “I’m not typically one to be denied my desires, either. When I want something with all my heart, I get it. Always. I suppose this is the one time that guarantee fell through.”

               While her speech affirmed that she was an absolute spoiled brat, there was an extra dimension to her words. There was a sense of ingenuity. This new Ginevra was refreshing and, in a way, almost comforting. If he had to choose, he was certain he preferred this version of her over that fake dolly façade. Perhaps he could even learn to like her this way. “I hope after all of this, you haven’t found it in your heart to hate me.”

               “No, never!” she gasped, horrified at the concept. “Especially now, darling! Why, if anyone should fear hatred it should be me!”

               Peter couldn’t help but laugh, at least a little bit. In a way she reminded him of a child, always whining about wanting the newest, shiniest toy and prove her worth with the most outlandish looks but at her core, she was vulnerable and pure. Her motives were sometimes questionable, yes, but her morals were in her best interest. “I don’t hate you, Ginevra” he replied. “I’m not fond of what you’ve done, but I don’t hate you. I don’t hate you so much that maybe, after all of this, we could even be friends.” He was surprised he felt shyer about the proposal than he expected to.

               A Cheshire cat gin spread across her face as she gripped his hand and replied, “I would like that very much, darling.”