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englishboylover · 8 months
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peter *flirty* : i love you :)
caspian *flirts back* : what are we, enemies to lovers?
peter *turns to edmund* : lmao, bro thinks he's good enough to be my enemy.
caspian : i hate you.
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nexusnyx · 1 year
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This is for your sleepover. I am just being a menace knowing what this prompt could cause. I am requesting a fic. Work at all your leisure.
So it is a request for a Dark! King Caspian. Prompts
"i thought i could trust you." "and whose fault is that?"
their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer
Maybe if you would like some background
Reader was Caspian's friend that has helped him even after everyone has told them he was a lost cause. But Reader is in love and keeping it from him. But that's just a suggestion you work your own magic.
Okay, we spoke about this and I told you what people have no clue about, but Prince Caspian was my first fictional boyfriend. My first man. I haven't written him in ages and this might genuinely tingle parts of my brain that were long forgotten, but I can't wait. Here we go, Ellie. — main masterlist | 🏷️: Dark!King Caspian, life-long best friends, friends to enemies to lovers to 'friends', pining, mentions of smut, unresolved sexual tension; [WC: 1.4k]
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ i was never there ꒱
Peace among the Telmarine Kingdoms came at high prices that one but he, the King, was ready to speak for or own up to. It came at the cost of what sometimes felt like his soul if he still believed in those.
Most of the time, you stood by his side as Caspian chose whatever he must.
As his Counselor, you knew what no one else in the world did.
As his friend, you saw what even Caspian himself tried to hide. And as his lover... well—that part was long gone. But you remembered it. What it was like, having the pieces of him that reminded you of the Caspian that once was. Having the pieces of the King, who reminded you of who you kept falling for. Being trapped by.
Caspian won you back by saying Narnia would collapse without you.
Back then, a couple of years ago, he went into the woods in search of you after the fallout you two had and whispered the words you longed to hear for a long time. "I can't do this without you. Come back to me. You know it's different with us—you know... it's us."
“I’ll come back under one condition.”
“Anything.” The way Caspian uttered words changed after he became King. After power dripped off his shoulders as if his cloaks and clothes carried magic unknown by everyone else.
“It’ll be different. I’m not—your Consort.” The way you spit out the word carried your shame, the memories, and his taste. “Don’t turn me into one. Not again.”
Instead of nodding along, Caspian took his time before answering. He looked around your tent, looked you up and down as if searching for the answer in your body — as he had many times before — and then, after tense seconds of silence, he nodded, solemn. “I won’t.”
You knew the roundtable were still in talks to marry him to Ramandu’s daughter. Two years of absence and that was yet to change.
Caspian’s stubbornness was as iconic as his sword.
But if he would marry her—and he would, for there was no doubt about the best choice for Narnia’s King, then you would stay clear of his chambers.
“You’ll advise me. Go back to your place by my side.” He spoke in absolutes, and it made you remember that now, you had to look straight into his eyes when he spoke, and not the curve of his lips. Not the dark feathers surrounding his neck, or the secrets he hid in the corner of his mouth.
“So it is.”
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It lasted months.
Months of Caspian showing you how much he had changed — so much power, how could one being carry so much power within them — and yet, how much he was still the same. The sudden bursts of playfulness when the two of you were alone in the private gardens of the castle. The knowing looks and entire conversations he was able to carry with you over people’s heads in balls, meetings, encounters. All of that, and the sizzling, almost-alive energy that you two generated when you got too close.
That went nowhere.
“Where did you go?” He asked you in rose garden once. You two had practiced the shortsword together long enough to be dripping in sweat, so you sat under a willow tree and watched as Caspian laid his body by your feet, resting his head on his hand. “None of my soldiers could find you for too long.”
“Narnia is a big place,” you answered. Being difficult with him was a pastime you never grew out of.
Caspian rolled his eyes. “I’m happy your time away in mysterious place never robbed you of your difficultness.”
“How could it? I was born with it.”
Caspian smiled. One of those rare and gorgeous smiles. “I said that when I was a teenager. Will you ever let it go?”
“Never.” That memory was etched into you. Tattooed on the walls of your brain, along with the first kiss of his lips on yours that followed those words.
The air sizzled slightly, and you knew the topic etched too close to dangerous waters.
“And you—did you learn anything about battling with more than one weapon or are we done here?”
It was good enough of a distraction.
The battlefield became your only escapade. The only place you two could be near each other, close, touching, and the hitches on your breath or soft gasps that escaped your lips could be passed by something else other than it was.
A storm, brewing in the distance.
He’d promised you that he’d keep his distance. Caspian promised to respect your wished, but Caspian lied before.
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A few days after that, and he brings you back to where you were before running away. 
Harvest festivals were a time of drunkenness, stupidity, accidents.
As his Counselor and one of his first Knights, it meant hours of boring work—being one of the few sober people in a castle full of drunks and high folks was not only tiresome, it was annoying.
When he comes to you offering a glass of — you check with your nose, humming along — absinthe, and his pipe, you think, at least this. At least a little bit of peace.
You two talk for a while. Hushed tones, poised faces. People pass by and greet, sometimes stopping to try and participate, but as always, they feel left out after a while. Nothing and no one can quite keep your pace—you and Caspian developed your own rhythm years ago, and that only worsened with the years.
When he asks to go up to the meeting room, it’s past the peak of night. It must be only a few hours before sunrise, and you think—’the guards can finish this’. So you go up. 
Conversation about the trip to Poppy Fields is so good that you almost miss it.
His eyes on you, heavy and meaningful. The long sips he takes of his glass, and how his voice lowers.
When you do register, it’s because of proximity. You’re standing in front of his bookshelf, checking the new addition titles he acquired in your absence, and then, his presence covers your back like a dark cloud.
You shiver, breath hitching once again. Caspian’s close. Too close for a conversation, and the silence that comes with it makes it known for the both of you.
This proximity’s dangerous, and it makes a knot climb up your throat. 
He’d promised.
Frozen, you stand there in silence, your words forgotten and the topic of the conversation unknown to you, carried away by the wind. All you can feel is how his chest is only a couple of inches away. He removed his cloak, leaving only his white blousy tucked in his pants, and know what he looks like without taking a glance back.
“You promised me.” It comes out as a sad, choked whisper.
He knows you’re too weak to ever want to push him away. “I did.” He sounds surprised. Not at breaking his promise, but that he did one in the first place. Caspian’s hands find your waist, and they might as well be balls of fire for the way they burn through your clothes, warming the skin under. “I tried.”
He had. Both of you had, you knew.
"I thought I could trust you." To try harder. To keep your promise.
Caspian chuckles at that, dark and low. His face inches closer, his lips ghosting over your ear in that way he knows makes you weak— "And whose fault is that?" With those words, he pulls your body flushed against his, and then brings his lips to your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses that goes from under your ear to the column of your throat.
Caspian lied before, but never to you.
But then again, if you thought about it, he had promised long ago that he would never hide what he really feels for you. He promised that first.
You spin around in his arms when Caspian’s teeth sink against you, and bury your moan in his mouth, surrending entirely to the ocean of him and everything you missed. You’re shaking, hands trembling and chest panting, but so is he.
Neither of you will make past the table this first time, but this table had seen your naked body before, and it had seen its King falling apart by your hands.
This was your fault. And his. And you two were guilty, willingly, together. Over and over again.
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an-angels-fury · 3 months
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Narnia Characters Aesthetic
Peter Pevensie ❤️
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Susan Pevensie 💖
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Caspian X 💙
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Edmund Pevensie 💜
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Lucy Pevensie 💛
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Bonus:
Caspeter 🧡
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(ALL THESE EDITS WERE MADE BY ME - QUOTES AND PHOTOS FOUND ON PINTEREST - DON'T FUCKING REPOST IT!!!)
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0bianidalas · 2 months
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I vowed not to fight anymore if we survived the Great War
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askclato · 4 months
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Edmund: I have come up with a three-step plan to get Caspian to marry you.
Peter: Okay, I’m listening.
Edmund: Step one, get him to play truth or dare.
Peter: Oh no, stop.
Edmund: Step two, wait until he picks dare.
Peter: Edmund, no.
Edmund: Step three, dare him to marry you.
Lucy, shouting from another room: It could work!
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little-bit-obsessed · 1 month
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The Chronicles of Narnia: Social Medias
I've recently been writing an AU of The Chronicles of Narnia with @thedivinemischievousspark, based on the idea that the Pevensies live in the modern world rather than during the war! The AU is basically Prince Caspian being sent to their world years after the events of the second movie (ignoring the third one because it doesn't work as well with the plot) when all the Pevensies are adults and have given up on the idea of ever returning to Narnia again. It's Peter x Caspian (and also Susan x Caspian at the beginning), but right now none of it has been posted, not sure whether it'll be posted yet (if it is it'll be on AO3) but I wanted to share their social medias! Here they are below:
Susan
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♡ Job: Beauty Specalist ♡
♡ Lives: Alone in a London flat ♡
♡ Doesn't love doing social media, only has it out of social pressure, posts mainly shots of her clothes but occasionally something related to what she's doing. She shares all her Instagram posts to Facebook. Is single, having never properly gotten over Caspian, and doesn’t have many friends. She wishes to move on from her past in Narnia ♡
Lucy
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♤ Job: Studying Folklore at uni ♤
♤ Lives: With her brothers in a terraced house ♤
♤ Only recently bothered getting Instagram but she enjoys it, although she also uses TikTok an awful lot ajd has Snapchat. She always makes appreciation posts about her siblings, likes posting little quotes, and styling pretty pictures to make her life seem magical, like it was in Narnia ♤
Peter
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◇ Job: Works multiple barmen jobs ◇
◇ Lives: In a terraced house with siblings ◇
◇ Loves Instagram, finds it a fun way to commemorate his life. Posts videos/pictures of his family all the time, baking and working out, does photography to post. He glamourises his life using social media, but in reality is struggling trying to support Lucy and Edmund, and misses being king. He’s been fired a few times for being impatient with demanding customers. Has lots of friends but doesn’t get too much time to see them ◇
Edmund
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♧ Job: Studying International Relations at Uni, is a student ambassador to help make money ♧
♧ Lives: In a terraced house with siblings ♧
♧ Doesn't use Instagram much, but lurks on it a lot. Likes Instagram shorts and YouTube shorts but has never tried TikTok and is never planning to. Sometimes he posts YouTube shorts of his siblings, but only rarely and isn't well-known ♧
Caspian
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☆ Job: Unemployed (reigning king of Narnia) ☆
☆ Lives: In between Susan’s and the other's ☆
☆ Has been taught how to use Instagram by Lucy, and enjoys it. Is on public and has gained followers due to posting a lot of informative and well-tagged posts about sailing and astronomy. Has a lot of people thirst following him. Also has a TikTok account but he doesn’t understand how it works. Is enjoying learning more about London, but is desperate to one day go back to Narnia. He has also discovered a love for alcoholic cocktails ☆
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maliagf · 2 years
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narnia as text posts 20
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equixen · 1 year
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Just throwing a Caspeter desktop wallpaper out there :)
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newtedison · 18 days
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“You’re gone,” Caspian growls. “You’re never coming back.” “But I could!” Peter insists. “I could come back. The island can make it happen.” -- A reflection on Caspian's life and relationship with Peter, alternating between the events of Prince Caspian and The Dawn Treader.
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hi absolutely no one asked for this but here’s my complete ideas about all of caspians relationships with the pevensie siblings
okay i’m gonna start with the easiest one which is lucy. this one’s the easiest cause they’re just friends yk, they have a sibling-esque e dynamic and lucy just laughs at all her siblings who are in love with this man
susan. i think susan and caspian is a lovely little classic unrequited love type relationship. (i’m ignoring the fact they kiss in the film cause it messes w my other theories). i think susan fell for caspian but caspian just never really considered her at all. whilst all the pevensie siblings were in narnia caspian saw them all as friends other than peter. so whilst susan fell for caspian he barley noticed her
peter. they were gay. in love. the sword fights? homoerotic stuff tbh. they were in love. but also couldn’t be. and then peter goes and bloody leaves him.
but yk what it’s fine
bc yk who turns up back in narnia
edmundddd (and lucy but they’re just besties)
and caspian finally notices edmund, edmund was already a bit in love with him but caspian is now seeing edmund properly and considering him as more than a friend. peter isn’t there to distract anymore
and they kiss and caspian and edmund are in love forever and ever
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englishboylover · 2 years
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caspian *running* : THERE'S A DEMON IN THE CASTLE!
susan : calm down, what are you talking about?
peter *coming after him* : STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT FOR ASLAN'S SAKE!
edmund : what the fuck is going on??
peter : i just told him that i love him and now he thinks that i've been possessed by a demon.
edmund : WHERE IS THAT GODDAMN DEMON?!
peter : you know what, fuck you.
peter : *leaves*
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castelled-away · 1 year
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Competitive knight boyfriends who are snarky & kinda hard on each other due to their roles as soldiers during war but who also fight alongside one another & train together for battle <3
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an-angels-fury · 2 months
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You Can Find Me in the Space Between
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Peter was the Sun, as magnificent as the title he had been given for so many centuries. His entire being was sculpted by the most radiant and divine light any mortal had ever witnessed. His hair was golden and perfectly decorated his head like a laurel crown. Anyone who dared to look deep into his eyes would find the clear blue vastness of the skies and feel their soul floating towards infinity. Whenever he got up in the morning, flowers would bloom to bid him good morning and even the strongest and most imposing oaks would bow before his presence. His smile brought warmth and life to any room and his heart overflowed with the deepest, all-consuming love for even the smallest creatures.
Caspian was the Moon, living his entire life in darkness, with only the stars to keep him company and encourage him to dream. His long black hair fell over his face like a veil of night and mystery, hiding the mesmerizing shadows that danced around his eyes. His magical fingers drew constellations in the sky and everything he touched became bathed in silver. He had an adventurous and free spirit, fearless enough to tame the stormiest oceans and lead lost navigators toward their destiny.
Both kings could not be more different. But at the same time, they needed each other desperately, as if there was an invisible chain that connected them. Only Peter was able to control Caspian's swinging moods, understanding his different phases and finding something new and charming in each of them. It was because of the blond boy that the young Telmarine was able to guide the desperate and defenseless through the dark times that were approaching. It was Peter who made Caspian shine, his light reflecting on Caspian's skin that made the other boy feel so beautiful, unique and special.
Caspian, on the other hand, was the only one who could calm the dragon that was Peter's wild soul, preventing the fire that was breathed through his veins from swallowing him alive when the burdens of the world became too heavy to be carried entirely on his shoulders, in torturous silence. Caspian only wished he could take all that weight to himself, or at least ask to the High King to let him carry part of it, just so the other boy could find some space to breath again, even if only for a while. They were each other's hope when they both felt uncertain, scared and alone.
However, just like the Sun and the Moon, they were destined to be torn apart as quickly as they met, for they did not belong to the same world. So close... and yet so far away. In the end, all they could do was say goodbye and keep the silent promise that the two would always love each other, waiting with patient hearts for the day of the next eclipse, when they would finally share the same sky again.
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eds-gryff · 1 year
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Wishbone
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But I can’t look at him,
can hardly speak,
I took the bullet
for all the wrong reasons,
I’d just as soon kill you myself,
I say.
(Wishbone by Richard Siken)
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Richard Siken quotes are so fucking perfect for Caspeter, I can’t even.
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askclato · 4 months
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Caspian: I’m sorry, Peter, but this time I can’t do as you say.
Peter: What do you mean “this time”? You’ve never done what I’ve said once since I’ve known you!
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little-bit-obsessed · 1 month
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Made an account for my Caspeter/modern AU Narnia fanfic with @thedivinemischievousspark! The account is @peterpevensiethemagnificent and once we start posting the fanfic, we'll link it there! Also reblogging a lot of Narnia/Caspeter content on there 💕
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