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foursideharmony · 3 years

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The Cat, the Prince, and the Doorway to Imagination (Chapter 7)

Summary: The final confrontation with the wicked White Warlock!

Pairings: Platonic/familial LAMP/CALM, Platonic/familial DLAMPR

Content Warnings: More Remus being Remus. Violence and threats of violence. Someone slowly being covered in ice.

Word Count: 3,675

Read on AO3: here

“Huh,” Remus said, apparently lost for words (which was unusual in itself). “So now what?”

Janus blinked. “I'm not sure.”

“Which means you are sure, right?” Remus said with a great big wink.

Before Janus could explain for the umpteenth time that it wasn't that simple (and never had been), there came a loud growling sound from nearby, and something huge and brown came crashing out of the brush and charged them. Janus barely managed to dive out of the way of what he quickly realized was an entire bear. Remus, always a big believer in the principle that the best defense is a good offense, dodged it by leaping straight up, and used the momentum of his downward arc to add force to a massive swing of his morningstar. The blow knocked the beast off its feet, and it threw great arcs of snow into the air as it skidded to a stop.

“That was fun!” Remus declared, resting the weapon on his shoulder. “Hey, want me to skin it for you? A nice bearskin rug will keep you warm so you don't have to crawl under a rotting log to hibernate!”

Janus had no time to muse upon how accurately he had predicted Remus's behavior, because a motion at the corner of his eye told him that the bear was not totally out of play yet. It was made of far sterner stuff than the dwarf had been and had only been stunned by the blow, and was now shaking itself awake. But rather than lunging at them again, or even fleeing back into the trees, it hoisted itself into a sitting position, clutched at its head with its paws, and began to whimper.

“Oh, stop it!” Remus said petulantly. “You attacked us, remember? Roman calls me violent, but I would just like to point out that so far, 100% of the creatures from this winter wonderland of his have tried to kill us!”

Much to Janus's surprise (though perhaps it shouldn't have been), the bear pivoted on its rump and said: “I was only protecting Mr. Logan!”

Janus smiled...now this was a situation he could deal with. He stepped forward, made Remus silence himself just to be on the safe side, and said, “Why, we would never harm Logan! We're some of his closest friends, after all!”

Still rubbing its—his—head with one paw, the bear rolled around until it was standing on the other three. “Then sirs, you must be the help he sent for!”

“We are! We got his message! But alas, it seems we were too late to prevent this.” Janus gestured at the crystallized Logan.

“It's not your fault, sir,” said the bear. “I was supposed to protect him from the White Warlock. And now I've got to go back and tell the others what happened.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea. But first, why don't you tell...” Janus trailed off, realizing the Remus—still silenced—was jumping up and down behind him and frantically waving his free hand. He released him. “Yes, what is it?”

“I know what this is!” Remus said gleefully. “Roman's gone and recreated the first Narnia book!”

“I never realized you were...into that sort of thing.”

“Are you kidding? With all the descriptions of war and violence and disturbing religious subtext? Not to mention a happy ending where everyone dies! What's not to love?”

“Even after all these years, you still retain the capacity to surprise me, Remus. However, I doubt the same aspects are what holds appeal for your brother, so try not to get too excited.” Janus turned back to the bear. “As I was saying, I think it might be a good idea for you to tell us what happened here. Who did this to Logan?”

“The White Warlock, of course, sir!”

“A warlock instead of a witch?” said Remus. “That's a new one...Roman usually loves fighting witches. He has this one recurring antagonist, the Dra—”

“Yes, Remus, we are all aware of the Dragon Witch.”

“Begging your pardon, sirs, but I think this Roman of yours is the White Warlock. That's the name the others called him back at the Stone Table.”

Remus did a spit-take. He hadn't been drinking anything, of course, but it was hardly beyond his capabilities (or his inclination) to generate something within his mouth entirely for the purpose of spitting it out. It looked like used motor oil. “Roman made himself the bad guy? That's definitely a new one!” He was grinning, but it was a rather fixed grin, and his eyes darted around under a furrowed brow.

“You said you were going back to the others,” Janus said to the bear. “Take us with you.”

Virgil, for once, felt genuinely useful: He had volunteered for the first watch of the night. Hushwing the Owl had shown him a tree he could climb from which he could scan the entire western and southern approach to the hill. It was a clear night and the moon was pretty close to full, and its light turned the snow into a stark bluish canvas against which any sort of moving shadow was plainly visible. Thus, as the ten o'clock hour approached and a large shuffling shape emerged from the trees to the west, Virgil looked not directly at it but at the silhouette it cast on the ground. It was definitely a bear and definitely had riders, one of whom was wearing a bowler hat. Good enough, even with the odd distortion of light and shade that seemed to sit between the forms of the two humans. He made the hooting call Hushwing had taught him which meant “Friendly approaching” and clambered down from his perch in order to go glower at Janus.

The climb took longer than he would have liked in the dark, and by the time he got back to the crown of the hill, the party had already arrived and was being greeted and offered blankets and a bit of warmed-over stew. Stoutpaws had apparently collapsed and fallen asleep right there on the hilltop...as Virgil supposed he would, after an entire day of running. Janus (ugh) was being helped over to the rebuilt campfire. And Logan...

Someone lunged at Virgil. Flight won, as it usually did, and he skittered backward several steps, only to realize that it was Patton he was flinching away from, and Patton was crying. “Shit...sorry...startled...” he mumbled, opening his arms and letting the Moral Side fling himself into them. He was shaking with sobs. “Patton...what happened?”

“R-R-Roman d-did something awful t-to Logan!”

The cluster of Narnians seeing to the arriving group parted. At first, Virgil couldn't tell what he was looking it—the object was translucent and oddly shaped, and moonlight and torchlight played over its surface and through its interior in ways that prevented him from focusing on its edges...until a chance flicker brought the details into clarity.

His head swimming, his thoughts useless, Virgil slipped from Patton's arms and dropped to his knees. He couldn't stop staring at it.

At Logan, frozen in crystal.

A murder . He was looking at a murder.

“Hell of a thing, isn't it?” said a screeching voice behind him. It was the sort of thing that ordinarily would provoke an instant reaction in Virgil (and that voice in particular would give a huge boost to Fight), but he was just too stunned. “As soon as Janus warms up enough that he's not going to drop off into a snake-coma, we'll all sit down and work out what to do about it. I can't wait to tell all of you my idea!”

Something in Virgil's brain finally lurched into motion, but all he could manage was a half-hearted glare back over his shoulder and a mumbled “What are you doing here?”

“Well, la-dee-dah, Panic-Depressive, I didn't know Thomas's Creativity needed permission to visit the Imagination.”

Virgil decided—to the extent that he was capable of deciding anything in the moment—that he could only cope with one atrocity at a time. He brushed Remus off and turned back to Patton. “Are you okay?” Patton shook his head emphatically. “Yeah, okay, dumb question.” In a way, Virgil was grateful for Remus's presence, since severe annoyance was usually a pretty strong barrier between himself and panic. “Let's...just...gather around the fire, so we can get our discussion going the instant De—Janus is up to it.”

They did. Janus sat on a boulder less than a yard from the fire, gazing rather glassily at it. The Narnians had given him a dark woolen cloak, and he had been engaged in an unsettlingly animalistic ritual: alternately spreading the cloth wide like wings, catching heat from the flames, and then wrapping it around himself to absorb the warmth. He glanced up, more or less, as the others approached. “So I assume you've all been made aware of the depths of depravity to which our dear Roman has sunk in his quest for...whatever it is he's questing for these days.”

“Roman's not depraved!” Patton said in a tone that suggested he had expected the accusation. He took his own seat across from Janus. “He's just...I don't know what exactly is going on with him right now, but he's not depraved!”

“Patton...” Virgil said, choosing to remain standing for the time being, “...he turned Logan into stone. There's no way to sugar-coat that.”

“It could have been an accident!”

“Patton...”

“It could have! He made a point of sparing Muricata's tree! I can't square that with the idea of him doing that to one of us on purpose!”

“Pat, listen. This?” Virgil mimicked the Logan-statue's outflung arm. “Is a defensive posture.” He started pacing. “Which means he saw it coming. Which means Roman telegraphed that he was going to do it, which means it was on purpose.”

Patton's eyes started to well up again. “I just wish I knew why,” he said.

“We'll be sure to ask him when he comes here to kill the rest of us in the morning,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes. “Who knows? He might even answer. The more important question is what to do about it. Can we change Logan back?”

“Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! I have an idea!” said Remus, who had been watching the argument between Patton and Virgil with the glee of an obsessive tennis fan. “When he shows up tomorrow to kill us all, I sneak up behind him and clonk him on the head! Once he's knocked out, primary control of the Imagination will automatically pass to me! Then I can make this story go my way, and I guess you can hash out your issues with Roman afterward or whatever.”

There was dead silence for a moment. Then Janus shifted in his cloak. “Let's make that Plan...” He started counting silently on his fingers, and manifested a few more hands to get to the number he wanted. “X. Plan X.”

“Can we make it Plan Triple-X?” Remus said, waggling his eyebrows.

“If we reach that level of desperation, I'm sure we'll be happy to let you do just whatever you want,” said the Dishonest Side. “In the meantime...something less drastic first, perhaps?”

“Logan's original plan,” Virgil said cautiously, “was to let Roman catch sight of you, hoping that it would shock him out of this downward villainy spiral he's stuck in.”

Janus looked taken aback for a split second, almost like a micro-flinch. “Well...” he said after a beat, “...far be it from me to question the soundness of one of Logan's ideas...” He let the end of the sentence hang in the air like an icicle.

Remus lost interest in the conversation and began searching the area for things to put in the fire.

“If it makes you feel any better, Scales, I was against the whole thing,” said Virgil. “But you're here now, and it's not like we have any other ideas.”

“Well, as long as I have your vote of confidence I know we'll do just swimmingly.”

Remus dropped a pine cone on the fire and giggled as it ignited with a series of explosive pops.

“H-hey, guys,” Patton said with a slight quaver. “Stop sniping at each other. This isn't about you two. It's about...well, all of us, really.” He swallowed, and when he continued his voice was stronger, more authoritative. “It's about Roman, and because it's about him it's about our whole family. We have to cooperate. Now then, Janus, if you're skeptical of Logan's plan, why don't you tell us why so we can figure out something else?”

Janus did his very best impression of a deer in headlights for a moment. Then he recovered his composure, cleared his throat, and said “I may have been exaggerating. Am I correct in thinking that the idea is to show Roman his idea of a villain so he presumably stops trying to be one?”

“Something like that,” Virgil mumbled.

Emboldened, Remus stuck a twiggy branch in the fire until it lit up and waved it in the air like a pennant.

“That's hardly a kind view of me,” Janus continued, “but I've heard of worse stratagems. Might I suggest a few...refinements?”

“Guess we can't stop you.”

“Virgil, be nice! We'd love to get your input, Janus.”

“Thank you, Patton. Remus! Pay attention; this concerns you as well.”

Remus, who had been on the point of touching the burning branch to his own hair, tossed it aside and plunked down onto a log, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands cupping his face. “Fire away, Jay-jay!”

Janus took a medium-long look at the ensorceled Logan, and began.

Dawn came all too early and with it, the bellow of a war horn. Startled awake, the Sides lurched to pull on clothes and scrambled out of the hillside shelter to see what they were up against.

At their previous meeting, Roman had been accompanied by an entourage. This time...he had brought an army. Perhaps five thousand strong, they massed around the foot of the hill, blocking off any retreat except by air...and the presence of Dwarven archers among the ranks ensured that any creature attempting to escape via flight would fail as well. The good Narnians, outnumbered nearly two hundred to one, clustered at the crown of the hill, facing grimly outward and wondering when the charge would come. The Sides stayed near the middle of the group at first, protected and almost entirely screened from view.

Roman, almost too brilliant to look at in his snow-white suit and icy jewels, detached himself from his throng and marched up toward them. “Showtime,” Janus muttered.

“Yesterday,” the self-styled King of Narnia proclaimed, “we issued an ultimatum to this company here assembled. Now we return to hear your decision and respond to it. Do you or do you not swear fealty to the Crown of Narnia?”

The Narnians, per the plan, stood firm and did not speak.

“We asked for your reply!” Roman snarled. “Where are my fellows? Have they abandoned you?”

“No, we haven't!” Patton said. The Narnians stood aside to let him through, followed by Virgil...and Logan. “And we're not surrendering either! You've taken things way too far, Roman, and it is not okay!”

Roman said nothing, staring dumbfounded at Logan. “You seem surprised to see me in my current condition,” said the Logical Side. “Your enchantment wore off after what I have calculated to be two hours, forty-seven minutes, and eleven point three four seconds.”

“That's impossible!” Roman shouted. “The transformation is permanent until counteracted!”

“Perhaps your control over the Imagination is not as absolute as you have heretofore assumed. Patton believes...actually, I will allow him to explain. Patton?”

“It's because you're abandoning your calling, Roman! Thomas doesn't want a wicked Creativity! Hurting your own creations for the sake of a story is one thing, but hurting us? You're turning into something that Thomas would never allow to be in charge of his Imagination!”

“Yeah, and it's really throwing a wrench into my plans!” said Remus, suddenly springing out of the crowd to Roman's shock. “What are you doing , bro? You can't be the evil twin! Because then I have to be the good twin, and I can't go shaving my mustache now! I just got it the way I want it! I don't even know how to be good!”

“You—! What are you all playing at?” Roman said, backing away slightly. He leveled a scandalized finger at Remus. “Working with him ...this is exactly why...but never mind. You will surrender to me—all of you!—or none of these foolish creatures you have befriended will survive the day!”

“I know you don't mean that,” Patton said softly “You didn't even really kill the Dryad's tree yesterday. You want to be the hero, Roman. So be the hero . Take off that crown, put down the wand, and let's talk.”

Roman's face became pensive. He was considering...no, he was listening for something, and then he stepped forward again. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” he said. The wand swished through the air. The other Sides shouted in alarm, but no one turned to stone. Patton, however, wobbled, his feet literally frozen to the ground in a thick coating of ice.

The ice began to creep up his legs.

“Surrender,” Roman hissed. “Swear fealty to your King. Or watch him freeze.”

“Guys...” Virgil said.

Someone began to clap slowly, but the claps were muffled as if by gloves. Which was exactly the case. “Oh, bra-vo, Roman,” said Janus, dropping the Logan illusion. “You're finally doing for yourself. Using your power to take what you want. I couldn't be prouder.”

“You!” Roman gawked, even more appalled than he had been at Remus's presence. Then his face split in a grin of triumph. “Ha! I knew my enchantment hadn't worn off! Now will you yield to me, or stand by while Patton suffers a similar fate?”

“Yes!” Janus said with the merest hint of a hiss. “That's just the way! Show them all what you are capable of when slighted!”

“Shut up!” Roman said, and for the first time, his rapidly twitching expressions lighted on uncertainty . “Your input is not welcome here!”

“Clearly not; why I daresay you've supplanted me and Remus both with your villainy.”

“I said shut up!”

“Roman...” said Patton as the ice slithered up toward his hips, “...why are you doing this?”

“BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS TO!” Roman wailed. “Because you and Thomas lost all perspective...you invited him to the table...and all I wanted was a simple adventure where I knew who the bad guy was...and then it turned out to be me ! Even the Imagination started pushing me out of the hero role!”

“Pushing you!” Patton repeated. “So you don't want this!”

“And now you're even working with Remus! You'd rather have him on your side than...than...”

Remus made a loud scoffing noise. “Dream on, bro! For your information, I invited myself! They wouldn't have let me stick around if you weren't acting worse than me! Think about that , why don't you!”

“Roman, darling,” said Janus, approaching slowly with his hands up in a gesture of appeasement, “what makes you think anyone has to be the villain?”

“Every story needs a bad guy,” Roman insisted, backing away.

“That's not true,” said Patton, a mite breathlessly as the ice began to squeeze his chest. “What about all those stories where the conflict comes from misunderstanding? I think that's what's happening here. You're not understanding us or we're not understanding you or both.”

“Look, man, I get it,” Virgil offered, though his calm tone was belied by the constant reverberation of the Tempest Tongue. “I know what it feels like to think you have to be the bad guy. This is me, right? But we got over that, and we can get through this too. Take the enchantments off Patton and Logan and let's all figure it out together. You said yourself stories in the Imagination can take on a life of their own. That doesn't mean they're always telling the truth.”

“But, you know,” said Janus, examining his fingertips. “Your choice, Your Majesty.”

Roman looked from Virgil, to Patton (iced up to his neck) to Remus and Janus, to the whole of Narnia around them. His face twisted up into a terrifying snarl and he stalked forward once again. He raised his wand. Virgil put himself between Roman and Patton (not that there was much more that could be done to the Moral Side), but when he was only feet away from them, Roman suddenly flung his crown to the ground with a shrieking sob and brought the wand down on it. And in an instant, the wand was his sword (and always had been, they realized) and the blade struck the large diamond, shattering it into a thousand shards of ice.

Golden mist rose out of the splintered gem, coiling and flowing, and washed over Roman from his feet up. As it went, it dragged a second mist, bluish-silver, out of him as if plucking hairs by the roots. Roman cried out in pain as the power of the White Witch was scrubbed out of him by the power of Aslan. Both mists spun around each other until they reached a height of several yards, at which point there was a soft explosion and they rocketed away from each other. The Witch's power soared off in a northerly direction, while the Lion's made an arc and landed in the woods nearby.

The ice covering Patton fractured away, and he sagged in relief. “Roman...?” he said.

The Prince turned a plaintive look on him before collapsing to the snow.

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danilhoe-archived · 3 years

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uu what books did you read? I need new recs 👀👀

ooh ok so I’ve been obsessed recently with horror books so I’ll give my recommendations for those first but I’ve read all of David Sodergrens books (Maggie’ Grave, The Forgotten Island etc.) and i would definitely recommend them but i will say they’re like a punch in the face with some of the content so if you are squeamish or not into such graphic (not the right word but I can’t think rn!) descriptions I would steer clear !

I always recommend North American Lake Monsters by Nathan Ballingrud to everyone who comes into my life, they’re short stories but they’re so so good and the atmosphere he creates for each story is incredible, I could not stop thinking about one of the stories for like a month afterwards and I recently reread it !

For non-horror books (I’m going through my goodreads and omg i have read only one genre this year) I would recommend The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman, my mum and I read this together and it’s a very humanising book about a group of elderly people who solve murders ! Dissolution by CJ Sansom, this is actually a series and I think there’s currently 7 books but they’re historical fiction about a lawyer during the reformation in England and I love them I’ve never met anyone else who read them for some reason but highly recommend !!

Finally I’ll just recommend some of my favourites otherwise I’ll never stop talking but anything by Madeleine Miller, I sobbed reading both Circe and The song of Achilles but they’re both incredible and so is her writing. The Terror by Dan Simmons because more people need to know about the perils of early sea exploration !! The Chronicles of Narnia, I know they’re not for everyone but they’re very comforting books when you’re feeling down and I just love them 🥺, Night of the Mannequins by Stephen Graham Jones it’s such an wild book and it’s only like 150 pages and finally Queenie by Candice Carry-Williams it was the first book I read this year and it is one I read it in one day I love it

#sorry this was so long I got too excited aboht books !!!!#if you have any recommendations please give them to me !!!!#and if you read any please lmk what you think!!!!#❤️❤️❤️

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wecomrades · 4 years

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Hi Linda :) I’m here for some advice, I could’ve just send you a dm and reveal myself but then I thought that maybe others can take advantage from your answer. I don’t know why I’m asking you, it’s just that you seem such a nice and smart person and I trust you? Anyway, I’ve been wanting to write for some time but I’m afraid.. I don’t know where to start and I suffer from anxiety, I’m afraid I will get anxious over hits and comments. What do I need to do? Hope you don’t mind, thank you ☺️

Hi! First, I don’t have enough words to explain how flattered and honoured I am, I’m just not over the fact that you choose me of all people to help you out. And I understand why you went on anon, I respect that, but I wanted you to know that whenever you need help my ask box and chat are always open. That said, let’s jump into the sadness.

Sadness because to be honest, the moment I read this ask, I was both overwhelmed and sad. I just kept asking myself: “why would someone be afraid of writing?” It just doesn’t feel right that a person has to feel like that. But at the same time I know where you get this fear from, I’ll come back to it later.

Where to start? Well, writing doesn’t exactly have a rule for that. I mean, I started writing about 16 years ago (omg that’s very long time) and it just... happened. I’ve always had my head filled with random stories, so I just started writing them down. Now, I speak for myself, if I have an idea I can’t just take my computer and start writing like that. I love plotting, it’s my favourite part, so I write my characters’ personalities, curiosities, random things like their favourite colour or music taste or just aspects of their characterisation. Sometimes even lines and random dialogues. I create them, I create the world around them so I have a full view of what my story will be. Then I start writing, I just let my thoughts flow through my immagination and try to stick to my main plot. Obviously once you get into it, things might change, I did sometimes change the plot while writing bc it’s just how it goes. So my main advice for that, if you have inspiration for a story or for just one character, create a world around it. Start viewing a story in your head, then the writing itself will be easier than you expect! For example, I’m currently writing a Band of Brothers fic with a female OC: I’d never imagined to write a long fic with an OC, but one day I was reading about a woman who was a hero in WWII, and she used to parachute into enemy territory... so my head connected her to the tv show and that’s how she was born. And from that, from just her, I create a whole story. It also happened sometimes that I had in mind a fantasy world (I’m very much into fantasy, my stories are basically just that haha bc you have no limits in creating that, it’s not that you have to do research - even tho I do like research, but it takes more time and energy), and from that I created characters and laws and entire countries... writing is this, is creating things, and there’s no way someone can teach you that. You can get some advice - like the ones I just gave you - but no one can tell you how to do that. You can take inspiration from everything and everyone, for me personally I get inspired from random people I see on the street. My final advice is: just go for that. If you have an idea, or a character in mind, create a background and go for it.

About the anxiety due to views and comments... well, that’s another story. But if you like writing and creating contents, you first and foremost are doing it FOR YOU AND ONLY YOU. Don’t write just because other people do. I know the feeling of being proud of something and then when you post it it gets zero response, or barely a few. If you think about fanfictions, that also depends a lot on the fandom. Back in the day, when I used to write a fic every two days (sob, those were good days!), I was part of a few fandoms; for example when I used to post in the Harry Potter section I usually got loads of views and comments, same with Merlin and Glee. Because they were popular back then. But when I would write a fanfiction about Chronicles of Narnia or Lost, they barely had 2 views per day. And it was always me, like, Linda’s writing. Only thing different was the fandom. Obviously if someone loves your writing but their not into the same fandoms as yours, they happen to read your stories no matter what. Others don’t do that, and I don’t blame them bc sometimes I don’t do that either.

So, basically, you just have to get used to it and not let it ruin your creativity. Believe me, I know how it feels; I stopped some long fics just because I didn’t have enough appreciation and I learned just after that that it was wrong. Because again, you write for you. For example (sorry for so many examples but I find them useful), when I introduced my fic Hélène here on tumblr I got so many enthusiastic messages and 61 notes on the post, so in my head I was expecting at least 100 views the first day! Why? Dunno, I just did. The first day I posted my fic had barely 50 views, but it didn’t upset me bc I’m passionate about writing and especially about this story I’m just creating, that I won’t let a few views and votes let me down. It takes time to realise that, it really does, but trust me when I say it works eventually. It also depends on the website you will rely on. If you post on tumblr you have people reblogging and so your post reaches other people and so on. With Wattpad or Ao3 or Fanfiction Net or whatever, it’s just a matter of luck and honestly how you present your story: the title, the tags, the warnings, the summary...! Also, I learned that here on tumblr time zone does half the work. If I post in the morning no one sees, if I post from middle afternoon/night I get quite enough views! It might sound stupid, but it’s just how social media works haha same when I post on Instagram.

But I’m gonna say this: VIEWS DON’T DEFINE YOUR WORK.

To sum it up: you have an idea? Perfect, that’s your start. You upload a fanfiction and it doesn’t get the appreciation you expected? Don’t stress about it, if you keep stressing about it you won’t write anymore. I don’t know in which fandom you’re currently swimming, but in the BoB fandom I swear to you that everybody is so nice and supportive! I didn’t expect that at first, I was so surprised and in awe and I just love being here and share things with y’all. If you’re new to the writing obviously it takes time before people get to know you and your works, so just bear with that! And for the comments, I personally love leaving comments, because I like the feeling when I get them and so I want other people feel like that. I love critics as well, as long as they have a purpose, bc most of the time they help me as a person and as a writer. Remember: if someone takes the time to help you out, it means a lot.

Well, sorry for this never ending essay, I hope it’ll help you somehow! I’m not used to people trusting me like this, so I hope I made sense! Please know that whenever you need something I’m here for you always.

I wish you the loveliest of days 💛

#ask #anon #writing tips

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retro-tenshi · 5 years

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Writing

I hate formally planning stories so much, but I l know it’s gotta happen. So I’m organizing my thoughts on it. Not a proffessional or published author, but I don’t think you need to be to have good thoughts on this topic. Not a lot of new information here, but it could be helpful.

Disclaimer: Endgame spoilers

As I see it, there are two things you need to start: setting and character.

Setting

Start with genre. When I started writing at the ripe young age of 6 years old, I always began book ideas with only a theme. I wanted to write about knights or pirates, and went from there. Personally I wouldn’t start with the type of book as opposed to the very specific topic.

My favorite book series as a child was Narnia. One thing C.S. Luis was good at was fleshing out his world. He really made it come alive. This is the way I started planning my book. I basically wrote a history of this land. Bad idea. Do NOT pull a Tolkien. Its all well and good for someone who can literally just invent an entirely new language, but your story will get nowhere fast. In Narnia the titular kingdom is not the central focus, but in Tolkien’s work middle earth (and surrounding areas) is the central focus. As much as we adore frodo and bilbo and gandalf, it’s not about them. It’s more about what happened in the history of this place, and he pulls it off well. It’s really hard to write a history textbook and call it a good story. Focus on geography, and don’t think too hard on what you’re going to write into your story. History and myth and legend and politics are all good things, but don’t expect that to be your story, there won’t be enough interesting content that flows well from one to the other.

Characters

Characters are the most important part of a story. Come up with at least 5-10 characters and write down a really short backstory, and want their biggest ideal is. What is their perfect self/world? Start an outline. Point one is one to three words that define your character at the beginning of the story. The final point will be one to three words that define them at the end of the story(how they reach or change their ideal). Each subpoint will describe in detail how they achieved this status, the repercussions of them reaching this status, and what they are trying to do now they’re here. Fill in similar points to describe their journey and once all your characters have at least five-ten points, your story is practically written. Conflict is generated by conflicting interests between the characters, and they will naturally ally themselves with the most advantageous people. Also remeber it’s okay for your characters to fail at any point. Since this is fresh in everyone’s mind, let’s use Iron Man, Tony Stark fron the MCU. Spoiler for Endgame ahead.

Tony Stark

The son of the genius inventor, Howard Stark, Tony Stark is the fun-loving ceo of Stark industries.

Ideal: He idealizes the ability to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

1. Arms Dealer

A. Tony inherited Stark Ind. from his father.

B. The company is prospering like never before under his guidance.

C. He is always looking to have a good time with whoever is physically closest to him. He does what he wants.

2. Avenger

A. Tony becomes a founding member of the Earth’s mightiest heroes by flying a nuclear missile into a wormhole above new york. Also for paying for everything, and making everyone look cooler.

B. The Avengers are at the top of their game and are defeating every threat that presents itself.

C. Tony wants to do better. He wants to Preemptively stop any threat that comes, terrestrial or extraterrestrial. He wants to put “a suit of armor around the world.”

3. Sacrificial lamb

A. Tony failed to save the universe from Thanos, but found a way to try again. He eventually takes the infinity gauntlet from Thanos, and proclaims “I am Iron Man.” one last time before eradicating Thanos and his army.

B. He saves the universe at the cost of his own life.

C. Dead

*Stops sobbing* Okay. You can see here how it works. Now all you need is to write out the details.

Tl;Dr: Setting and Characters are literally the only things you need and the plot will practically write itself.

Final disclaimer here: I am not an expert, feel free to add or criticize and discuss. Discussion is how progress is made.

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pleasefindmyart · 5 years

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Goodbye

This was inspired by the music is the key challenge of @thecoffeeshopforwriters as well .

Artist: Bebe Rexha

Album: Expectations

Song: Grace

Fandom: Narnia

Pairing: Caspian x OC

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYamQRLJodA

This didn't go as planned. Sure, the mist was defeated, the curse was broken and the seven swords lay on Aslan's table. Everything was good. Except nothing was. Nothing was right and how could it be? How could anything be good when everytime she closed her eyes, she would see his? She stood on deck of the beautiful Dawn Treader. A gentle wind made her hair dance in the night and a silent tear fell down her cheek . She knew what she had to do, but didn't make it any easier. She was about to break the heart of the person she loved.

'You wanted to talk to me'

It was a fact but coming from his mouth it sounded more like a question. A fearful, yet hopeful question.

She turned around and looked into his warm brown eyes. She had come to love getting lost in these eyes, gazing at them so much, she had started seeing them in her dreams.

'Caspian', her voice was quiet, barely a whisper.

Remembering she had asked him to meet her on deck in the middle of the night, she quickly wiped away the tears.

'It's ok', his voice was just as quiet, the pain just as prominent as in hers.

A sob escaped her throat and for a second her composure seemed to break, almost letting out the surge of emotions, of tears and pain. But she had played out this moment so much in her head, she wouldn't make this even more difficult for him by crying. That's what she had promised herself.

Her hand flew to her mouth and she turned away, not wanting him to see how close she was to breaking that promise. It was hard to breath, her throat tightened and her eyes burned. Battling a sea monster and nearly getting ripped in half as a result wasn't nearly as painful as seeing his face and knowing that he was just as close to tears as she was.

'No it isn't. Nothing is ok', her voice was coarse now and she cursed herself for being so weak.

She felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder as the king pulled her into his arms while the stars watched the two lovers indifferently.

Every single muscle in her body tightened in the attempt to suppress her emotions. Gasping for air she started sobbing and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

'I'm so sorry', was all she could manage before the tears started spilling. He didn't say anything but she knew from his ragged breath that he was crying as well. She knew him well enough to be sure that he had made the same promise to not cry. The worst thing about this was his reaction. The worst thing was that she broke his heart, that she made him cry, that she was the reason, he was in pain. She hated herself for that. Hurting him was the worst thing she would ever do. Hurting him was the worst pain she would ever feel. Little did she know that he was feeling the exact same way.

Both of them had known from the beginning that falling in love wasn't a good idea. Both of them had known that in the end each of them had to get back to their life again.

But it didn't matter because not falling for each other wasn't an option either. Oh the cruelty of the stars, the cruel irony of fate.

They stood like that for a while, crying in each others arms, knowing that this would be the last time they would hold each other.

'I know, love, this isn't your fault', he whispered into her hair, fighting against another wave of tears.

She knew by the way he held her, clinging to her for dear life, that he was in as much, if not more pain, as she was. She knew that he tightened every muscle in his body as a failing attempt to regain control.

She slowly released him from her gasp and looked into his eyes. Pushing a dark brown lock from his face she cupped his cheek, while wiping away his tears with her thumbs.

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes, tried to breath out the pain and stop the trembling.

When she finally thought she was ok again, she opened her eyes and looked into his brown ones.

'I thought so much about how to tell you this',when Caspian was about to interrupt her, to reassure her that he understands and that she doesn't have to say anything, she added, 'Please Caspian, I need to say this, at least once out loud'.

He nodded slightly and let her continue.

'I thought so much about how to tell you this and quite frankly I still don't know how. I tried to write a speech or a letter but nothing felt right. Caspian, I shouldn't have fallen in love with you. I knew that I'd have to leave Narnia eventually to get back to my life. I tried so hard not to fall in love with you but that was impossible from the start. You are such a good person, Caspian! You deserve someone, who can love you, someone who can give their whole live and dedication. If I could do that I would but I'm not the right person for you. I know it might not feel like this right now, but you'll be alright. You'll find someone who is beautiful inside and out, who deserves your love. You'll be happy Caspian. You'll move on and you'll be fine.'

She finished and in the end her voice was barely audible.

Taking another deep breath she continued.

'Caspian, I know that I'm hurting you and that I shouldn't ask for anything but I can't help myself.'

The king gently wiped away her tears and hugged her once more.

'What is it, love? You know I would do anything for you'

'I just-' she searched for the right words and grew frustrated when they didn't come to her right away.

'Caspian, I thought, maybe we could spent one last night together before I have to leave'

Looking into his eyes again, for the first time in what felt like eternity, hers were hopeful rather that sorrowful.

He pulled his lips into a small smile and kissed her forehead.

'I would love that'

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Her fingers lay above the piano keys and slowly she began to play the first notes. She didn't need no sheet music. All she needed to do was close her eyes and feel the warm sea wind in her hair and his hands on her body while the taste of his lips lingered on her lips and mixed with the salty tears running down each of their faces.

She started singing with ease, the words falling from her lips as easy as it was hard to find them the night she said goodbye.

I knew from the moment that I meet you this wasn't right But I couldn't leave you 'cause you treated me so damn right There was nothing wrong with you The truth is your a damn good guy But I knew from the moment that I meet you this wasn't right

And you had money and cars, looked like a star You loved me so good, I could cry Brought me roses and rings, such beautiful things But I was taught never to lie

I hate to see the look on your face I wish I could make myself stay But our hearts don't live in the same space So tell me how to break yours with grace So tell me how to break yours with grace

I knew from the moment that I left you, you'd be alright You're gonna find another lover, one who doesn't waste your time But every time you look at me, my body says one last night I swear I wouldn't leave with you But I just came to say goodbye

And you had money and cars, looked like a star You loved me so good, I could cry Brought me roses and rings, such beautiful things But I was taught never to lie

I hate to see the look on your face I wish I could make myself stay But our hearts don't live in the same space So tell me how to break yours with grace

___________________

Looking back at his life Caspian was content. Life had treated him well. His kingdom had flourished, he had had a loving wife and son .

He had been lucky enough to feel truly happy.

There were some moments, however, when the wind turned and carried the smell of freedom and adventure that only sea wind could possess. It was in those few moments that he thought he could hear a piano playing in the distant and a voice singing a song that reminded him of a pair of hands on his skin and a kiss, mixed with the salty taste of tears, lingering on his lips. In moments like these he wondered if the woman that had slain the sea monster ever got happy in her life or if her tears would forever make her eyes blurry.

#thecoffeeshopforwriters #mywriting #narnia #Caspian #Kingcaspian #Princecaspian #caspianxreader #caspianxoc #caspianfluff #voyage of the dawn treader #beberexha #songfic #grace #expectations #holyshitit'sthemiddleofthenight #whatamIdoinghere

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cozysafechaotic · 5 years

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Here, have some more Patton Angst!

loosely based off this art, and set in my Fluffy Fuchsia famILY universe (shush, there’s two parts so now its a universe,)

The Ao3 link! Part the First: Hot Chocolate, Disney Movies and Blanket Forts

warnings: Deceit is in this fic, there’s some self deprecating thoughts, yelling, implications of throwing things, some cursing, no real happy ending

the playlist mentioned, should you be interested. (content warning: its a lot. some of it is soothing, some of it is heavy rock. there is plenty cursing. it is designed to numb your brain when its too loud.)

The Actual fic:

Moonlight poured through the open windows as the cold air blew the curtains around, the sound of his Auditory Anesthesia playlist pounding in his ears as Patton lay curled on the bed. He rubbed his hand across his chest, pressing with the palm of his hand as if the pressure could ease the deep ache that had settled there. He let out a broken sigh as his lower lip trembled and his eyes watered.

His hands moved to his hair, fisting the strands and tugging hard to fight the pressure and emptiness inside his skull. This had been building for days and he’d done everything he could to try to combat it, but it hadn’t been enough. He hadn’t been enough.

He felt his throat start to close and the tightness in his chest increased as the tears began to spill down his cheeks, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he fought to remain quiet. He couldn’t make any sound, couldn’t let the others hear him, couldn’t let anyone know. They counted in him. He was the pillar people relied on, but who would trust a pillar that was crumbling?

No one. That’s who.

And if no one could rely on him, then no one would turn to him. And if no one would turn to mom, then what point did he have?

He was Papa Patton. Someone to be a father figure, someone to rely on, to lean on, to gather strength from. And if no one came to him anymore…

Patton shook his head. He was spiraling. He needed to stop. His hands tangled in his hair again, pulling harder as the ache in his chest pulsated again. It felt like a black hole, sucking all that he was away. He was just so empty.

This week, this month, this entire year had been so draining. November was almost over, and Thanksgiving had finally passed, but that meant Christmas was just around the corner. All that time with family and friends and mow gifts were going to be expected.

Beyond that, it felt like everyone had been having an awful day.

Thomas had spent the day calming down four different friends. Bringing them out of spirals and encouraging them, even spending thirty minutes on the phone, sacrificing his own well-being as he tried his best not to disturb the other people in the house by standing outside in the cold.

Logan was stressed over deadlines and overworking himself, the task of pulling him away and monitoring him falling on Patton’s shoulders.

Roman was constantly producing ideas but was struggling to fully follow through. Between constantly doubting the value of his ideas and fleeting motivation, the house was piled with half-finished projects.

The other’s stress plus the social drain of the holiday season led to Virgil being more and more on edge. His dark bean was barely even eating anymore, stress churning in his stomach.

With everyone stressed as all get out, no one wanted to admit it, which meant a lot of lying. So poor Dee was around a lot. All of their lying and then the constant distrust meant Dee was living with constant migraines and fighting tears. That combined with the cold weather meant lots of cuddles and soup making.

But hey, if Patton was comforting everyone else, no one would realize he was hurting, right? Right. No one realized. Or maybe, no one cared. Maybe he was only worth their attention when they needed his. Patton shook his head vigorously and clutched his arms tight around his body as a sob wracked his frame.

He needed to get out. His room was amplifying his emotions and not a one of them were positive just now.

Patton hurriedly sunk out of his room, appearing in the living room and dropping to his knees curling in around himself as he bit into his fist to try to silence the sobs that threatened to spill from his lips.

He didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep but the next thing he knew, Logan and Roman’s voices were echoing down the stairway and into the living room. Patton curled tighter into himself as he registered the sounds of an argument.

The two stood screaming at each other, carrying the fight from the living room into the kitchen and Patton remained the unseen witness, biting into his hand again as silent tears streamed down his face.

Before long, Virgil’s voice was joining the fray and Patton began warring with the need to fill his role and keep the peace and his desire to just fade from existence.

The shouting escalated in the kitchen as things were being slammed. Then Thomas was popping up to complain about the headache they were giving him and if Patton hadn’t been crying before, he certainly was now. He was barely conscious of the fact that he was being pulled into someone’s lap as he fought to muffle sobs at the thought that he had so utterly failed his host.

Through the fog of his mind, he heard Thomas wonder where he was, Virgil chiming in to say that if anyone would have settled things, it’d be him. The small smile that had begun to form on his face disappeared instantly, washed away in a fresh flood of tears as both Logan and Roman shouted about how they didn’t need Patton.

“Maybe not, but he needs you.”

Dee’s quiet statement echoed loudly in the sudden silence that had followed the shouts.

“What in Narnia are you doing here?”

“Your lies are not welcome here.”

“What the tuck did you do to Patton!”

“What do you mean?”

All four shouted simultaneously and Deceit merely held the sobbing side closer to him as he leveled a glare at the others. “You’ve been so busy seeking comfort from your own Code Orange’s that you failed to see where anyone else is.” The others had the decency to look guilty. “He’s been Fuchsia for weeks now and he’s been lying here sobbing for the last hour while you lot fought over who knows what!”

“Oh gods.” Roman’s voice cracked as he dropped to his knees, hand over his mouth. Virgil and Thomas were across the room and in front of Patton, whispering apologies.

“Patton, why?” Logan’s voice brokenly asked. “Why would you insist we use a system to let each other know if you weren’t going to use it?”

“If I…” Patton sobbed as he tore himself from Dee’s grasp and pulled himself to his feet, arms held wide from his body. “If I wasn’t going to tell?” Patton’s voice cracked as he weakly yelled, gesturing at there’d shirt he was wearing and the thick red marker lines spelling ‘help’ running over his arms. “What if you’d bothered to fucking pay attention? I fix and fix and fix and fix and give, give, give and you don’t care. I wrote these with Roman’s marker, while he sat facing me. I passed out from exhaustion on the floor in your room Logan!”

Patton’s, hands tore at his hair again, gasping for breath as he collapsed onto his knees. “No no no no no nonononono… I’m sorry... sorry sorry sososorry..” Patton sobbed as he curled into himself. Dee quickly wrapped his arms around him as Virgil and Thomas carefully pulled his hands from his hair.

“Patton breathe.” Logan’s hands settled over his thighs, tapping out a slow, steady rhythm as Roman carefully transported them to his room, changing it to a large nest of blankets and pillows.

Dee carefully twisted Patton’s body to lay solidly against him as all the others curled around each other, tears pouring from each of their eyes as sheet emotional exhaustion hit them all.

Dee carefully hooked his pinky with Patton’s, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair and quietly whispering “We’re here. You’re safe.” As Patton’s body succumbed to the exhaustion, tears still rolling down his face.

#familial calmdt/lampdt #sympathetic deceit #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #patton angst #tori's writing

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drinix · 6 years

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Say you won’t let go

(Thank you @padfootagain for requesting this and congrats on 700 followers, dear.I hope you will take pleasure in reading this. Plus, my head canons are a little longer. 2692 words. )

1. He first saw you when you came to Narnia with the Pevensies before the war of deliverance.

2. You two became friends very quickly as you shared similar interests.

3. Both of you loved sea and stars.

4. During the war, he put his life at stake to save you from a telmarine soldier who was attempting to stab you from behind.

5. At first, he did not realize what made him become so protective and caring towards you. It was confusing him.

6. Days later, he knew that he was falling for you; He was in love with you. But he doubted whether you felt the same way towards him. He was little naïve at that age.

7. He often bit his lip unconsciously and watched you practicing archery from far. Sometimes he taught you some techniques.

8. You liked him too. (Who won’t love a guy who would give his world to you?)

9. He revealed his feelings for you the day before coronation when you two were watching stars together.

10. After his coronation, he somehow found time to be with you however busy he was.

11. You often watched him practicing jousting and other trainings.

12. He loved the feeling that gave both of you when your hands touched.( You did too!) He loved your eyes, your smile, the way your hair locks danced in the air, the way you talked, the way you loved him. Most of all he loved your scars as well as your mesmerizing smile.

13. He often loved teasing you, calling you many sweet names ( like ‘my love, princess, sweetheart, honey, dearest, sweetie and sooooo on) and seeing you blush.

14. You both were heads over heels in love with each other.

15. Everything was going well until that Lord Adrien came to Cair Paravel on a diplomatic mission from Galma.

16. He was a tall, strong man with chestnut straight hair, blue eyes and tan skin that made a lot of women fall for him.

17. He saw you one day when you were reading a book that was your favorite pastime whenever Caspian was at the counsel.

18. A beautiful smile graced your lips as the content of the book reminded you of Caspian. ‘’Do you think I’m a dork?’’ Caspian asked you one day. ‘’Of course you are. Sometimes you could be an unexpected goofball too which is an added qualification to your title’’ You teased him. You both laughed at what you said. Sometimes senseless things make you two laugh endlessly.

19. He wasn’t hesitant like Caspian before reaching you. ‘Pardon me, my lady’’ You looked at the unexpected visitor. ‘’I’m Adrien of Galma. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You might be..’’ He paused. ‘’ I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you too’’ You said politely. That was your first meeting with Adrien.

20. Caspian was so tied down to work and hardly had any time to spend with you but he never forgot to send you notes which brought a smile to your face whenever you read them. Lord Drinian was his trustee to hand over those notes to you.

21. Sometimes he watched you reading them through the long windows of the throne room. Your smile lightened up his weary face so much. It meant a lot to him.

22. Adrien tried to spend more time with you as possible knowing that the King was too busy. He brought you flowers and asked to go out for dinner sometimes. You refused his request politely as you knew where your heart belongs.

23. Giving up was not among Adrien’s faults. He kept trying until he became the thorn in your flesh.

24. So you tried to avoid him in the best way possible.

25. One day you when you were making your way to the Astronomy tower (where Caspian had planned a date night putting off all his schedules for that night for you) Adrien turned up before you.

26. He greeted you with a flirtatious smile. ‘Where are you going in such a rush?’’ You looked at him steadily. ‘Forgive me your grace for speaking like this. I think it’s none of your business. ‘’ And you tried to walk past him. But Adrien was quicker than you. He was not going to let you get rid of him that easily.

27. You were getting late for your date that you yearned for weeks and this man was ruining it.

28. Caspian was at the Astronomy Tower wondering why you were late. He knew how delighted you were when he told you that you were going to have dinner with candles under the moonlit sky.

29. Therefore, he decided to go looking for you. When he made his way to the entrance of the hall following the sound of your voice, he was astonished to hear your voice battling with Adrien’s. He remained still, taking away his hand that he placed on the doorknob without opening it.

30. ‘Adrien, I’m getting late! Let me go!’’ You uttered irritatingly. ‘Y/n, listen to me. Listen to just for once!’’ Adrien pleaded as you shouted at him.

31. You looked at him, heaving sigh. ‘’Okay, then. What do you have to say?’’ You crossed your arms.

32. ‘’I adore you y/n! I am madly in love with you.’’ He said taking a step towards you. ‘’I know that you are already in love with the King but I love you too!’’

33. Caspian narrowed his eyes angrily as he heard it.

34. You stared at him for a while mustering up words to respond. ‘’Adrien, I can’t. I…’’ He shushed you with his words.

35. ‘’ I’ve not finished it yet y/n. You’re in love with the king.’’ He repeated. ‘’ but are you happy with him? Does he spend time with you often? Is he there whenever you need him? No, he is not. He is attached to his work than to you. However, with me, everything will be different. I’ll always be there for you. We’ll be happy. You’’ll be happy. What do you say now?’ he asked you in an assertive tone.

36. Caspian felt like he was hit by lightning. There was a drop-dead silence in the hall. Adrien attacked his weak spot where he felt guilty for not being the best lover to you. He felt as if his heart was ripped into pieces because he knew that Adrien was telling the truth. Tears were rising in his eyes. All he wanted to do was to be the best thing ever happened to you but he couldn’t. He stormed into his chamber and slammed the door shut. He flung his coat away and buried his face in his arms. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He needed you.

37. All you could do was stay silent. You were not happy in the past few weeks. Adrien was right. He didn’t have much time to spend with you. He was right there too. Was he attached to his work than you? That was the place he went wrong. You thought.

38. ‘’ Maybe you’re right or maybe you’re wrong.’’ You said. ‘’ but I do love him. He loves me too. I’m sorry to have disappointed you Lord Adrien. And I mean it’’ You ran the steps up to the Astronomy Tower.

39. A table lied in the candle-lit balcony with your favorite food and drinks under the moonlit sky. It would have been perfect if Caspian was there too. You searched for him but he was nowhere to be seen until you came before his chamber.

40. ‘’Knock, Knock’’ You said teasingly forgetting what happened with Adrien. ‘’Knock, Knock, Is anybody there’’ You said again. Nonetheless there was no response.

41. You tried to open the door but it was locked too.

42. You turned away thinking that he wasn’t there too. Suddenly you heard someone sobbing which took you by surprise. ‘’ Caspian, are you there?’ No response again but the sobbing continued.

43. ‘’Cas, is anything wrong ? ‘’ You asks soothingly lowering your voice.

44. He wavered whether to open the door or not. He didn’t want you to see him like this. ‘’ I’m fine. Leave me.’’ He said in a muffled tone.

45. ‘’No. You’re not. Please open the door, darling’’ You were making it difficult for him. ‘Leave me alone y/n, I order you to leave me right now’’ His voice roared as he stepped towards the door with angst.

46. You bit your lip. You felt tears running down your cheeks. He had never spoken that way to you. He was never rude to you. In fact he never used his title to order you until this day.

47. You wiped away your tears saying ‘’ Alright, I’ll leave you if that’s what you want’’ and left for your room.

48. It wasn’t what he wanted. He punched the door in pain as he heard your footsteps leaving his chamber. He felt that you were walking far away from him. He couldn’t bear it anymore. All he loved had already walked away from him and you were still there.

49. You stayed in your room for the whole morning and the afternoon. No breakfast. No tea. No lunch. Caspian’s rage! Thanks to Adrien! You were starving! You hid your face in a pillow crying incessantly. You could tolerate all but Caspian’s fury last night wounded you.

50. Caspian was in his room too. He skipped his breakfast and lunch deliberately. He knew that he hurt you and it tortured him too. He was not paying attention at all at the counsel. While the counselors were proposing their opinions all he did was looking away blankly. He turned his eyes towards the windows wishing you to be there reading your favorite book as usual. But you weren’t there. He couldn’t see you smiling at him. He missed your smile. Happiness started to drain from him. ‘’If she’s happy with him, let it be’’

Thought we build the dynasty forever couldn’t break up.

51. For days you two tried to avoid each other which was difficult to do. He didn’t talk to you for days. You thought that he was dumping you, that he was sick of you. On the contrary those days he fell deeper in love with you. He loved you too much to let you go.

52. Adrien was there trailing you as always. However much you tried to avoid him he was just intolerable.

53. It made Caspian feel so envious towards him.

54. Your smile, your laughter , your words were haunting him. Those sweet reminiscence made him happy but when he realized that he was going lose you his smile faded and tears turned out in his eyes.

55. ‘’ Told you, that he doesn’t care for you anymore’’ Adrien said one day. You didn’t say anything but looking at him blankly. ‘’ He can marry a Princess. I heard that the daughter of duke of galma is courting him.’’ He expected to see enmity on your face but nothing changed your blank stare. He was singing a same old song again.

56. ‘You will marry me and leave for Galma with me. We could return here for the King’s marriage’’ He was intentionally tormenting your feelings.

57. Caspian regretted being rude to you that day so he decided to apologize for what he said. When he went to your chamber your maid said where you were.

58. You rolled your eyes as you tried to leave him. You were sick of his boasts. ‘’You can’t leave me now. You have none to cling onto now except me.’’ He blew his own horn again. He was grabbed your hand tightly that you winced in pain.

59. ‘Take your hand off her, Adrien!’’ Caspian’s voice thundered as he clenched his fits.. He was exasperated at the way Adrien treated you. Adrien was shocked as he saw the burning rage in Caspian’s eyes that he let you go. ‘’I won’t let you hurt her again. She has me to cling onto .She’s not alone. I love her and I know that she loves me too. So you’d better stay away from her. I mean it.’’ He said as he tried to take his sword out but you jumped in between them. ‘’ It’s enough, Caspian’’ You said holding his hand. Your touch was the salvation for his seething anger.

60. Caspian looked at you fondly and looked at Adrien again. ‘’You are dismissed, Lord Adrien. Your service is no longer required here. You can return to Galma as soon as possible.’’ Adrien backed down. He didn’t dare to go against his King’s command. Caspian the tenth maybe his rival in seeking love but he was his King too after all. ‘’Yes, your majesty’’ He bowed with shame on his face and left them.

61. You both looked at Adrien stomped along the corridor out of your sight. Caspian looked at you. His chocolate irises met with yours. This time he didn’t want to let you go. ‘’ Listen y/n, ‘’ He broke the silence. ‘’I’m truly sorry for yelling at you that day. I regret about it every minute.’’

62. ‘’ Hey,it’s alright’’ You said caressing his hand.

63. ‘’All I loved left me and you’re the only one I have in this world. How could I lose you y/n! And I love you and promise to be the best lover you have ever had. ‘’ He said caressing your soft cheek. ‘’I will spend more time with you, I promise. I admit that I was jealous when Adrien was near you. When you have only one in the world to hold dear, you will just do anything for them.’’

64. ‘’I love you too. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. Do you know that?’’ You took his hand and kissed his palm that made him smile.

65. ‘’You’re not shouting at me?’’ He asked you somewhat perplexed by your response.

66. ‘’Why would I do that?’’ You replied laughing.

67. ‘’Because you’re supposed to do so’’ He started his game of teasing with you.

68. ‘’Am I? but why?’’ You smiled.

69. ‘’Because most of them do that when their partner do something crazy like this’’ He said.

70. ‘’I’m not like them and you didn’t do anything crazy’’ You said tousling his hair locks.

71. ‘’That’s my girl’’ He pulled you into his arms and whispered ‘’I will love you until the stars go out, and the tides no longer turn.’’ closing the space between you two with a kiss

72. ‘’I love you too, Cas’’ You looked into his eyes. ‘’ Say you won’t let me go. Just say you won’t let go of us.’’

73. ‘’Never, my beautiful. I’m so in love with you for that’’ He smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled kissing him back.

74. ‘’By the way, we missed something’’ He said suddenly breaking the kiss.

75. ‘’What is it?’’ It took you by surprise.

76. ‘’Our date at the astronomy tower! ‘’ He swept you off your feet.

77. ‘’Okay. I have not forgotten it. What are you going to do now carrying me in your arms’’ You asked playfully.

78. ‘’I’m going to carry you to the Astronomy Tower of course!’’ He chuckles mischievously.

79. ‘’It’s not night yet. Besides I haven’t had my lunch either’’ You mumbled as he carried you.

80. ‘’That would be wonderful! We can have a long date then!’’ He teased you.

81. ‘’You’re such a dork, Caspian’’

82. ‘’It’s my pleasure’’

83. You really had a very looooong date. Perhaps the longest and loveliest date ever.

‘’ To the world, you may be one person, but to one person you are the world.’’

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