#prince caspian au

[depressedbagpipe]

Enchanted (Prince Caspian x you)

Part III

Words: 3741 Warnings: caffeine, poor grammar choices, a bit too self-indulging, a bit too much philosophical i guess A/N: so, i think this is the end (spoiler: if you want like a final heart-wrenching part, i can do that 😌 and like maybe even a few headcanons of the month they spent together? idk anyway here u go) i can't believe this is done, tbh, thank u to everyone who read this xx Taglist: @just-levyy, @sergeantbuckybarnes, @patniera

Part I > Part II

‘How did they get inside? Are they okay?’ Caspian nearly yelled.

‘Huh?’

‘Those people!’

‘Those are actors.’

‘They’re still people!’

‘It’s not real, Caspian.’

‘What do you mean it’s not real?’

‘They’re not… inside the TV.’

‘Then, where are they?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You said there’s no magic here.’

‘It’s not magic, Caspian.’

‘How can you be so sure of it?’

‘Because… I am.’

‘That’s not an answer.’

‘Do you trust me?’

Caspian took a few seconds, and you held your breath. The question had left your lips before you could stop yourself, and although you didn’t think he would take it seriously, he did. His eyes searched yours, and only when his gaze stared into your soul, he answered.

‘With my life.’

You felt the heat in your cheeks when he spoke. The past month had been both the longest and strangest of your life, even if you hadn’t been on Earth for that long. Meeting Caspian had somehow felt like a checkpoint, and you were sure your existence would not be the same afterward, one way or another. You had let him crash on your couch the following nights, going as far as to bring him with you wherever you went. You said you didn’t trust him on his own, but you also couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his company. 

You almost forgot what you were talking about. ‘Then believe me when I say this. Those people are real, but they’re not there.’

Due to his confused stare, you proceeded to explain how television and cinema worked, and although he constantly nodded his head at you, you weren’t entirely sure he understood the whole concept, but by then you were too tired and it was a bit too late to be having that conversation. The only reason you were talking about that was that you had woken up thanks to Caspian’s surprised yells, only to find him back in the living room, curiously pressing every button on the TV’s remote.

When you finished your speech, you sank back into the couch, exhausted, yet oddly alive. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, but you felt Caspian’s eyes on you. You often found him looking at you, at first with clear curiosity, now with something else you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. But you soon found that you didn’t mind it one bit. 

‘What?’ you asked before looking back at him.

He mirrored your position, with his back sprawled on the backrest, lazily lounging in your space as if he was always meant to be there.

He shook his head. ‘Nothing. You’re just beautiful.’

You snorted. Out of all the possible reactions that could have escaped your body, you snorted. It wasn’t a flattering sound by any means, yet Caspian’s demeanor didn’t falter. He looked at you the same way he looked at the stars –full of longing, and passion, and yearning for an answer that would never come. 

‘Nice joke,’ you answered, and you knew you were lying.

‘It isn’t,’ Caspian replied.

Neither of you said anything for a while. You only stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, even though it had probably been a few minutes. Time had a way of stopping whenever you stared at Caspian.

And then again, you yawned. Better than a snort, you thought, for now you had an excuse to look elsewhere.

‘I apologize for keeping you up, my lady,’ Caspian slightly bowed his head at you, with lines full of regret decorating his forehead.

His hair was wild, even though you had cut it for him only the previous week. You had liked the way it used to frame his face, but he had been complaining about its length for days. You couldn’t help it when your fingers threaded his soft ends again, and it almost felt like a crime to you every time you brought the scissors near his mane. It had only been a month, you kept reminding yourself. And soon he’d be gone, anyway. 

You shook your head. ‘It’s alright, Caspian.’

His name came out in a soft whisper. You feared the second you acknowledged him, he’d disappear. You had long given up your pursuit of a logical answer to his mystical appearance, and you had done your part in trying to help him find a way back. But the longer he stood by your side, the bigger a hole the size of Caspian was creeping around in your chest. And you didn’t know what you’d do with it as soon as he was gone. 

You barely said anything else before bidding him good night and plopping down on your bed. After sitting on the couch, with knees almost touching, and the previous night's events, the new space felt a bit too big for you. Closing your eyes you hoped sleep would welcome you back, but minutes turned into hours and the next thing you knew, it was morning already. Despite being an off-day and the clock on your nightstand showing it was eight in the morning, you felt somewhat hesitant to leave your room, even with your fingers itching for warm contact. You often found yourself unconsciously searching for Caspian, like grabbing his arm before he could be run over by cabs, or guiding him with hands on his shoulders to navigate through the busiest streets. You liked it when he asked questions about your world and felt even prouder of him when he surprised you in the mornings with coffee, after teaching him how to use the coffee maker. For a king, he was doing a decent job at playing housewife, you had joked, and he had laughed. Yes, the past month had definitely been the weirdest one thus far, but you also didn’t want to go back to a previous life where you didn’t have Caspian in it. 

Yet now, all you could think about was Professor Hastings’ words. In a series of fortunate events, you had tracked down both the young reporter who had interviewed the old professor on her remarkable life, and the professor herself, who was just as willing to answer all the questions you threw at her after being invited to her house just two days ago. 

Caspian had been confused, but then again, when had he not? When all of a sudden you came out of your room one day, with heavy bags under your eyes and tousled hair, not only did he thought you had gone insane, but you were holding your laptop firmly in one hand while the other moved in the air as you explained how you thought you had a lead. Whatever article the two of you had gotten out of the library three weeks before had clearly sparked something in you that made your eyes twinkle with excitement. Caspian too was elated, yet he couldn’t help but frown at the thought of the true source of your happiness. Were you really that thrilled to get rid of him?

But he forced himself out of those thoughts and proceeded to listen to you rant about an old woman who lived in Hartford, Connecticut, whose interview you had spent the entire night reading and analyzing and you believed she could have some connection to those Pollies friends of his. 

‘Pevensies,’ Caspian corrected yet again, but he was now finding it endearing.

‘I promise I’m not mocking you. I genuinely forget what their name is,’ you defended yourself before you went on another tangent.

Caspian hadn’t really had much faith in your hypotheses until he found himself standing right in front of the so-called Professor Hastings. Even the trip to her suburban house hadn’t been enough to calm down his nerves, and the next thing he knew, he was staring down at a familiar old face, one he once thought he would love forever –at least, until he met you.

But one thing he was sure of, and that was that he hadn’t forgotten those blue eyes.

‘Susan?’ his eyes teared up at the sight of the lonely old lady.

She, too, was caught in the moment, with eyes too wide and full of unshed tears. ‘It’s certainly been a long time, Caspian.’

‘You know each other?’ you asked out of the blue, not liking the way Caspian was looking at the Professor. 

You recognized the name, of course, but your mind couldn’t even fathom the reality that was now slapping you hard across the face. Caspian. The Pevensies. Narnia. Everything was true, and this woman in front of you was the missing link that you needed. 

Professor Hastings, or Susan, ushered you both inside. You spaced out during most of their conversation, enjoying some scalding tea at the back of the living room, eyes scanning around at the books on the shelves while Caspian and Susan caught up. You felt invasive as if you weren’t supposed to be there, despite having helped Caspian since he arrived. 

Caspian missed you by his side, too. He felt as if you also deserved to listen to Susan’s tale, but you were already gone to the other end of the room by the time he sat down. He noticed that about you, how you seemed to flee whenever the topic was too heavy, or his presence too much. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t like the way you constantly slipped through his fingers, always a step too far behind, or in front, or anywhere but next to him. 

At some point, you talked and asked questions you knew Caspian was too polite to ask. Why the name change, why move to another country, why she didn’t come back. You saw the raw emotion in her eyes as she remembered her siblings, and you physically had to stop yourself from crying one too many times. Caspian was a mess by the time you left her home, all your questions answered, yet another thousand coming up. You held him that night as he cried to sleep. His quiet sobs seeped through your unlocked door, and taking him by the hand, you led him to your bed, where you both lay awake, grieving for his family and for a land you’d never known. 

In the morning, you tiptoed around the kitchen, being extra careful not to wake Caspian. You mulled over your coffee, looking back at your conversation with the Professor –or Susan. 

‘Aslan always knows what he is doing. He sent you here for a reason, Caspian, and you won’t go back until you learn it.’

A part of you was selfish enough to wish he didn’t go back. Despite your best efforts not to grow too attached to the raven-haired man, you liked him. You enjoyed his presence and provided your days with a sense of comforting naiveté that you had long lost. Not only was he a nice view to look at, but his charm had you giggling at night, almost wishing it to be day again just so you could talk to him. And that terrified you.

It wasn’t that you had been treated badly before, but you had spent way too much time alone to find solace in loneliness. You loved having your own space in a crowded city, and you deemed unworthy anybody who would come in between that. You had turned down suitors before because it was never the right time; always too busy, or too unstable, or too depressed, or too anxious, or too in your head about everything. Rejecting people had become a full-time job for you. But Caspian? It wasn’t the right time either, nor would ever be. Falling in love had been one of those many things you had dreamed of as a kid, but as you grew up, left it to rot at the back of the drawer. You figured you just weren’t meant to have that, and you had made your peace with it. Until a certain king from a fantasy land decided to smear a chocolate cupcake on your white shirt on a Sunday night. 

And said king was casually strolling into your kitchen now, with heavy eyes and crumpled pajamas.

‘Good morning, your majesty,’ you said before placing a nice plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. You knew he liked those, as well as those chocolate cereals you kept by the fridge.

‘Morning,’ he answered.

You both quietly had breakfast together, both of you too lost in your own thoughts to acknowledge anything around you. But the silence was eating you alive.

‘Hey, so I don’t have to work today. Would you like to spend the day in the park?’

You stood there almost shyly, waiting for his response. You didn’t know what went through his head, much the same way he didn’t know what went through yours. You hadn’t forgotten the night you had spent together crying, holding desperately to one another, and while you couldn’t deny that you somehow enjoyed being physically close to him, you knew Susan’s words had taken a toll on Caspian.

Finally, he nodded. ‘Sure.’

Despite having pulled two all-nighters, you felt particularly energized. Certainly, you had increased your daily caffeine consumption, but maybe there was something about walking among the old trees that left you thinking that maybe life wasn’t all that bad and that you only needed some sunlight in your face and to feel the gentle autumn breeze through your fingers.

Maybe Caspian felt the same way, because every time you looked at him, the creases on his eyes seemed to become smaller. You both hadn’t said much ever since that night, only speaking when necessary, both of you processing your own world. You hadn’t known Susan personally, or her siblings for that matter, but seeing Caspian so distraught had made you want to tear the whole planet apart, anything to make him happy again. Knowing how you usually dealt with your own shit on your own, you didn’t know what Caspian needed, and he wasn’t leaving any clues for you to find out.

‘Are you okay?’ you finally asked, once you sat down on a bench overlooking the Lake. 

He sighed. ‘Not really.’

‘Is there anything I can do to help?’ you bit your lip when you asked. Only after hearing it out loud, you realized you could’ve asked earlier. Suddenly, you feared for Caspian’s opinion about you.

He shook his head. ‘No. Just being here is enough,’ he said. 

He didn’t look at you, though. So you fixed your gaze on the water, deciding on people-watching and enjoying your time together, even if the man next to you was desperately trying to pull himself together.

You acted on impulse. Your hand was resting on your knee, and the two of you had been sitting down closely, mirroring the way you had been sitting twelve hours prior on your couch. This time, you didn’t shy away. You took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, feeling the callousness of his touch and tracing the soft marks over his skin. He took a deep breath, you noticed, and as your fingers ghosted over his pulse, you noticed it had picked up. But you didn’t talk; you stayed silent, hoping –praying, to Aslan or to whoever would listen– that he wouldn’t suffer anymore.

And, if anybody were to ask you, you guessed that was the moment you realized you had fallen for him. 

It didn’t hit you like a brick, as some of your friends had mentioned a couple of times. You didn’t feel any dread, either, as you thought you would. You never even thought you’d been in love before. There had once been a classmate back in middle school that you definitely crushed on, only because they were a bit older and edgier than the rest in your hall, but no, you hadn’t been in love. You had liked other people, always a bit too much to qualify as platonic but not that much to be romantic. The best way you would have described it was as if you’d been swimming in a lake. The water was always still, and occasionally, a little fish would come by and swim around curiously, only to either leave your side forever or until you got bored of said fish and swam around, looking for better entertainment. 

But as you sat next to Caspian, with his hand clasped in his, you swore you were now swimming in the ocean. And it was vast and scary, but you weren’t afraid. The waves were carrying you softly to the shore, lulling you to sleep, embracing you in safe arms as you allowed yourself to let the feeling flow through you entirely, welcoming it with open arms. And Caspian was right there, waiting for you, with that big smile he seemed to have only for you, and that light stubble you adored decorating his cheeks. You didn’t want to come down from that high you felt you were in, and you knew you had to, eventually, but for a few more minutes, you decided to just be a little selfish and savor it, for as long as you could. 

‘Do you think I’ll ever come back?’ Caspian asked you, quietly. 

For a second you thought you had imagined it, for he wasn’t looking at you. Taking a breath, you answered.

‘Of course, you will,’ you frowned, the waves in your heart suddenly picking up speed.

‘What if I don’t?’ 

Again, you paused. You thought back to that first night, when you found him at Central Station, lost, and scared. He had the same look on his face, only this time your heart clenched further. 

‘You can stay here. With me,’ you tightened your grip around his hand ever so slightly, suddenly afraid. You didn’t want him to pull away.

‘Could I? Stay here?’ he asked. He finally looked at you, and he wasn’t ready for the fire he saw in your eyes.

Your lips twitched into a side smile. ‘If you want.’

‘And what do you want?’

His question caught you by surprise. You always walked on eggshells when it came to your feelings, never dwelling too much on them. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were scared of what you would find in your soul if you looked too deep. It felt like a constant battle, and it had taken you years to quiet the voices that seemed to scream in every direction. Those same voices came back, crashing full-force like a tsunami. But when you looked into Caspian’s eyes, those dark, comforting, safe eyes, they stopped. The wind stopped. Every noise went still, and it was just you two. You hadn’t been in love before, no. But now, for the first time in your life, you were a hundred percent sure about something. You were in love with Caspian.

‘I want you.’

Despite being a king, Caspian was a simple man. He liked walking on the beach at dusk, enjoying the salt on his lips and the crashing waves. He liked drinking wine, although he often had to refrain himself from drinking one too many cups at dinner. He liked riding in the woods, with his hair loose and wild. He liked hosting balls for his friends, and he would often sit back in his throne and watch them have fun, occasionally dancing and talking among his many guests. He didn’t like violence, though, but he wasn’t afraid of it. He didn’t like it when his hair would fall in his eyes, obscuring his vision. He didn’t like when his subjects were in danger, or when enemies attacked his precious kingdom. Those things didn’t change when he arrived in New York; his collection just expanded.

He liked the smell of freshly-brewed coffee in the morning, and the sound of your quiet humming as you cooked. He liked the way the streets were noisy and busy, but the inside of your apartment was silent and cozy. He liked the glow of the sunset over the glass buildings, and the skyline at night. He didn’t like the rudeness of some citizens, always yelling insults at each other. He didn’t like how everything was always too fast, as if everyone was running out of time constantly. He didn’t like the way people would crowd around in small spaces, and he often felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

Caspian loved you. Absolutely, whole-heartedly, unconditionally loved you. He loved how you always rubbed your eyes several times after waking up, like you weren’t fully there just yet. He loved it when you stretched your back and groaned, and a little shiver would run up your arms as you did. He loved your bluntness, even though at first he thought you were a bit rude, too. He loved the way you had helped him, asking nothing in return. He didn’t love how you would shy away from him, or how you always refrain from speaking too much about yourself and your past. He understood, but didn’t like it nonetheless. 

He enjoyed the way your hand felt on his, despite the size difference. He enjoyed the way you were always looking out for him, whether guiding him throughout the city or supporting him as best as you could. He loved your eyes, with their dark bags under them and the mischievous glow that seemed to decorate them permanently.

Caspian loved you, and the longer he stared at you, on that bench, surrounded by the trees and the sun, the more he felt himself falling for you. Both of your hearts were beating at the same time, same pattern, same rhythm, and for once, he felt like he belonged somewhere. Next to you. And if his ears weren’t deceiving him, you were too reciprocating those feelings.

And you were scared. But you had never felt more free than you did at that moment. And with Caspian’s thumb rubbing slow circles on your skin, you inched forward, and throwing all caution through the window you crashed your lips onto his.

No warning, no sign, no fear. You plunged into the water, and you only came back to the surface when you felt his lips move against yours, warm and alive. His other hand rested on your cheek, holding you close, and yours grabbed his neck, grounding yourself, feeling his erratic pulse accompanying yours. Caspian loved you, and you loved him. And you both liked that very much.

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#prince caspian x reader #prince caspian x you #prince caspian fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia #enchanted #prince caspian au #bagpipe writes #the chronicles of narnia au #alternative universe

[viablemess]

So I recently started to get ensnared in the narnia tumblr and I'm hooked so I just need to word vomit for a second and ask if anyone has any fanfic recommendations based on this:

In voyage of the dawn treader when the ship is in the cave surrounded by the green mist right - I fully love the seaserpent idea. But the silly goofy movie got the gears in my brain moving. What if the green mist did allow the white witch to come back, albeit weaker than before? I just like the idea of Edmund accidentally bringing her back, then he, Lucy, and Caspian have to deal with the results so they stay in Narnia longer as an early winter creeps back in. Totally not consistent with the books, but still.

Caspian gets to learn the more realistic narrative of what lead to the golden age

Edmund and Lucy need to "prove themselves" as the last two siblings since Peter and Susan are not there

They have to figure out how to get rid of her until Aslan can show up since the prophecy is suddenly much more difficult to fulfill and maybe not even relevant anymore.

Jadis tries to go to her old followers only to find they have abandoned her, so she has to turn to perhaps the old loyalists of Miraz instead.

She tries to find her wand, bc idk where that ended up.

Get to see Lucy fight more.

Get to see some Edmund guilt more sorry not sorry

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia fanfiction #narnia #fanfic prompt #au fanfiction #prince caspian #caspian x #jadis the white witch #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie

[silvurs]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾.

“𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽?”

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 . 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾.

“𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.”

𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌, 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗄𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋. “𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.”

𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯 .

#okay hear me out #shipwreck casmund au #lighthouse ​ed!verse #aka edmund lives in a lighthouse and caspian is a sailor #??????? #cause lowkey i might write that #edmund pevensie #narnia #prince caspian #casmund #chronicles of narnia

[darkcrowprincess]

I'm thinking about that Casmund in Engand au again, and you always send me asks, so I thought I should send you one. The Pevensies would have fun showing Caspian around, because he's so curious; he would get super excited about everything. Trains! Moving pictures! Museums! Imagine the Pevensies trying to take him grocery shopping and he's just delighted by all the random colorful boxes of everything. Lucy thinks it's so funny and Susan is embarrassed because he's attracting attention and Peter has to be the sensible one and say "no, Ed, we're on a budget you can't buy your boyfriend every snack in the store". Or imagine Edmund taking Caspian on a museum date, and they go for a picnic after. And then they get ice cream. I think Caspian would lose his mind over ice cream.

Honestly the whole time I'm imagining Caspian and Edmund being cute and wholesome. With Lucy adding to it. Edmund is just in total euphoria that Caspian is here( he'd resigned himself with never seeing him again). So I kind of imagine them being kind of like Rose and Jack in Titanic type wild and happy. With Peter and Susan kind of having to keep them on task just like you said. Peter more so because money, Susan I headcanon as a lesbian. So shes happy for them, but again doesn't want them to attract attention.

I feel like they'd have a lot of fun taking Caspian to the movies first because its unlike anything he's ever scene. And in a car too.

Though yes Edmund has to constantly be stopped from buying Caspian so much stuff. I think throughout the first day, Edmund and Caspian sneak off on their own a lot and the pthers have to catch up to them. Especially by the end of the night they go get ice cream together and end up coming back to the house by themselves. Caspian makes a comment about not being ablebyo see the stars so clearly here. But Edmund makes a promise that he'll take him to the country side, so they'll be able to see more stars clearly. Just know by the end of the night they got a lot of things for Caspian.

#disney #narnia #narnia au #casmund #edmund pevensie #prince caspian #caspian x #my thoughts #my writing

[an-angels-fury]

Incorrect Narnia Quotes

Peter, to Caspian: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Lucy, from the other room: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?!

#I think everyone knows where this one originally comes from 😆 #also I have this headcanon that in an AU where caspeter got together lucy would be their biggest shipper out of peter's siblings #like she would be REALLY enthusiastic about them 😄❤️ #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #tcon #c.s. lewis #mulan #mulan 1998 #peter pevensie #caspian x #prince caspian #lucy pevensie #caspeter #caspian x peter #peter x caspian #incorrect quotes #incorrect narnia quotes #narnia incorrect quotes #disney

[little-bit-obsessed]

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

♡ 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

♤ 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

◇ 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

♧ 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

☆ 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 ☆

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #tcon #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #prince caspian #caspian x #caspian x peter #caspian/peter #the chronicles of narnia modern au #the chronicles of narnia social media

[daemonfindr]

Narnia dæmons

The second ones for Peter, Susan and Edmund are bc their deamons are different in narnia the England

Peter - Dragon/Eagle - Harriet

Susan- Unicorn/Stallion - Clarence

Edmund - Winged snake/Bat - Elanor

Lucy - Lion- Basil

Eustace- Beetle - Anah

Caspian - Thunderbird - Belana

#narnia #narnia netflix #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #prince caspian #king caspian #eustace scrubb #daemons #dæmonism #daemon au #headcanon #daemonism #suspian #lww #pc #dawn treader #voyage of the dawn treader

[moeblob]

Today.............. has genuinely. Been. A Day.

Have some OC doodles I started yesterday before tragedy struck and are like the bare minimum effort for today to finish. Since the two princes were originally not /in canon/ for another plot but rather made for a mafia AU as cousins to one of the main characters for the base plot. I was like. Huh let's give them a happier life. So here they're just princes and instead of the police department/detectives that most of the main cast is in base plot, those are the royal guards around the twins' castle.

#my characters #the funny thing is that the princes are like......... made for an au of another plot #and here they are in another au of the plot #so like yeehaw everyone i love my ocs and i love putting them in situations #also idk what its worth but hey happy pride atticus is trans im proud of him #it has zero relevance to the plot but its important to me that hes trans #he also is like.... an absolute bundle of friendliness which is a huge contrast to the twins cousin #who is extremely stoic for the most part and finds it hard to feel emotions and thinks #everyone feels the same way all the time like him - WHICH IS DEPRESSED BY THE WAY #but he learns that ah nope thats just him and oh hes better by the power of love #and he doesnt actually get it ?? like in canon or mafia or as a prince hes just like #huh i like this guy and he makes me want to smile which is really odd im gonna stay by him if i can #and doesnt even realize right away hes fallen in love #atticus and caspian however are very aware of their emotions and are v happy to see their cousin feel things #and are constantly there to tease him but support him and help him and theyre all good boys #ill shut up in the tags now bc the tags are taking me as long to type as the art took to doodle

[peterpevensiethemagnificent]

Fanfic Update

The next chapter is out! Here it is:

Excerpt

"I'm hungover. I'm hungover all the time," Peter answers, stretching his arms above his head and groaning. "Ah, blimey. Alright, tell me your favourite lunch and I'll see what we've got." "I like caviar," Caspian answers. He seems to be teasing, eyes dancing, checking Peter out again. "Ha. That's your attempt at a joke?" Peter answers, laughing a bit to cover up the conflict inside him. Last night feels like a drunken haze. Caspian looking at him like that in the daylight feels so much more real. "Dream on, mate."

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #the chronicles of narnia modern au #caspeter #caspian x #prince caspian

[sbd-laytall]

Caspeter, but in a Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement AU.

Okay, but hear me out.

Peter takes Mia's role.

Caspian takes Nicholas' role.

Aslan takes Clarisse's role.

Miraz takes Nicholas' uncle's role.

#Edmund and Susan and Lucy are just there to make sure Peter gets married (and also to make fun of him) #look before anyone judges me I have had this AU in my mind for at least 2 years #I'm thinking of actually writing it but I don't know #I just think it would be really fun to put Caspeter in the universe and situation of another one of my favorite rivals to lovers ship #OHHHH Mr. Tumnus and the beavers can be some servants #it all fits #caspeter #caspian x #prince caspian #peter pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #the princess diaries #princess diaries 2 #gif is not mine #my post

[depressedbagpipe]

Enchanted (Prince Caspian x you)

Part II

Words: 3681 Warnings: caffeine, me forgetting how to properly write, also me forgetting the source material, ALSO me trying to write cute descriptions but failing miserably. A/N: again, i don't live in nyc, nor am i an architect so yeah. also, I'm taking for inspiration neil gaiman's short story 'the problem of Susan' that i haven't read so, again, don't look too much into it. sorry for the absence, but mental health is a bit scarce lately. Taglist: @just-levyy, @sergeantbuckybarnes

Part I - Part III

“Alright, tell me how you got here again?”

You sat your mug down on the coffee table, leaning back on the comfortable armchair as you stared at Caspian. 

He sipped his mug, somewhat enjoying the bitter taste of the dark liquid his reticent host had served him.

“Well, I was enjoying my morning stroll around the Narnian woods, you know. Cair Paravel was a bit far but something in me made me continue walking. And then I found this… thing,” Caspian kept talking, yet the longer he went on, the more you frowned.

You tried to keep up with his retelling, only catching bits of information about lions and fauns, but everything that came out of his mouth became weirder by the second. Only after he finally closed his mouth you realized you still had no idea where this person had come from.

“Right… so, um, we’re talking about… some… extra-terrestrial experience? Paranormal, perhaps?” you tried again, but Caspian’s frown made you discard the idea rather quickly. “Alright, so Narnia. And who are these friends you’re looking for? The Pennies?”

“Pevensies,” he corrected you, but there was no malice in his deep voice. 

“Right, Pevensies.Who are they?”

That threw Caspian into another tangent, describing how these friends of his were centuries-old royals who ruled before he did, but somehow made their way back a few years ago to help him fight his uncle.

Your coffee had gone cold by the time he finished. “So, like, is this some sort of… Hamlet situation?” you offered, failing to find the right words.

“Who is that?” he asked again.

“Hamlet?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t know Shakespeare?”

“Shakespeare?”

“Forget it.”

“Alright.”

His accent was cute, at least, you thought. And what originally was fear of the strange man sleeping on your couch, now had been replaced by utter confusion.

“So, they’re British,” you spoke again.

“The Pevensies?” 

“Yeah. You said they’re from England, right?” you asked.

“Yes, Spare Oom.”

“I don’t think that’s a place,” you frowned, your mind swirling with possibilities.

“Have you ever been there?” Caspian asked you, with big dark innocent eyes.

You shrugged. “I’ve been to London once if that counts.”

“Do you think you could help me?” he spoke, and again, his eyes seemed to speak their own language.

There was naivité, and anxiety, and kindness. It was safe to say you had never seen eyes such as those.

You shrugged again, picking up your coffee, if only to give your hands something to work on, and an excuse to ignore his piercing stare. “I guess. Do they have Facebook or something?” You cut Caspian before he could talk again, noticing the way his nose scrunched in confusion. “Alright, is there any number, or address, that we can track?”

Caspian’s frown didn’t waver. 

“I… don’t think so,” he left his mug on the small table, bringing his hands together. He stared at them with a lost expression, and his shoulders seemed to get smaller with every breath he took.

It broke your heart to see him like this, even if you couldn’t even fathom where this strange man had come from. 

You had woken up that morning with a clear mission: getting him out of your apartment. You blamed your migraine and your smeared cupcake, as you opened your eyes and turned in bed a few times before checking the hour. For a second, you even thought that it could’ve been a dream. A weird, unfiltered, and totally bizarre dream. This was New York, after all. You had definitely seen weirder. But then you heard a muffled thump from the other room, and you somehow knew your guest had fallen flat on the carpet, probably tangled in the blanket you had gracelessly covered him with before locking yourself in your room, and it all came crashing down on you again. You had let a complete stranger crash on your apartment, and though it wouldn’t be the first time, it still felt wrong for some reason. He wasn’t a regular man, but you still didn’t know what his presence would turn your life into. 

You would have stayed in your bed forever, waiting for Caspian to get the memo and exit your life, but curiosity got the best of you, and slowly, you got up despite the slight chill that settled on your bones on the cold Monday morning, and you faced whatever fate had in store for you waiting on the other side of your door.

Making small talk had not been an option, either. As soon as Caspian saw you he stood up nervously, standing by your couch again with his hands behind his back and his hair ruffled. Again, you thought he looked cute. He had immediately tried to talk, but you had held a finger in the air.

“I need caffeine first,” you only responded.

You prepared two mugs, mentally facepalming yourself for not asking him whether he even wanted coffee, but you had never been a morning person and you had more important matters at hand.

And that’s how you had found yourself on the armchair, staring at Caspian with a small glare, only grasping bits of his story, but not enough to provide clarity about the hazy situation.

“Alright,” you said after taking a deep breath. “Well, Caspian…” you doubted. “Should I call you ‘your Majesty’ or something?” you asked him first.

He let a soft chuckle, and for a second, you believed that sound was the only existing key to happiness. “Just Caspian.”

“Well, just Caspian, let me be frank with you,” you prepared yourself, sitting straighter on your seat and looking at him with what you believed to be a ‘harsh’ expression. “I still have no idea who you are, where you come from, and where you’re going. I still can’t believe I let you stay the night here, and, if I’m being honest, I’m having a bit of a hard time believing everything you just said,” you noticed Caspian’s sullen look, but you kept going. “I don’t know if you hit your head too hard on the concrete or if someone’s larping sword caused you some internal bleeding, but you need to understand that what you’re saying sounds insane. But,” you took a gulp, looking down at the floor for a second before meeting his somewhat hopeful gaze. “If what you’re saying is true… I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’ll help you.”

His entire face changed completely. A new spark illuminated his eyes, and it made you proud to be the cause of it. “Really?”

You found yourself nodding before you could answer. “Yeah. Though, it won’t probably be easy, Caspian. So, please, for your sake and mine, don’t put too much faith in this.”

He nodded, but his smile didn’t falter. And you wished it never would.

“Okay. I can promise that.”

“Good. Now, I guess we need to find out more about these friends of yours, right?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. You would love Edmund.”

You nodded along, not even knowing who he was talking about. “Whatever you say, pretty boy.”

You said that as you got up, completely missing the faint blush on his cheeks.

***

Caspian looked ridiculous in your ex-boyfriend’s clothes. You had insisted he wore something different, take a shower, and have a proper meal, before even thinking about leaving your place that morning. Your ex had been a little shorter and lankier than him, so you couldn’t help to eye the way the shirt clung to his torso, making his arms look bigger. You even had to shake your head to physically remove your gaze from him, the casual attire feeling so domestic on him yet out of place. You didn’t fail to notice the many faint scars that littered his arms. For a second you wondered if he kept more of those hidden elsewhere, but you didn’t ask. It was small things like those that had you doubt your sanity. Every so often, you found yourself thinking that maybe he was being honest with you, but you didn’t give yourself time to think about what the repercussions would be if you were, indeed, hosting a fictional man on your couch from a different realm. A realm where animals talked and magic existed.

You had also profusely apologized for your cooking skills –several times. If he actually happened to be a king (which you doubted, but in the tiny odd chance that he was), you didn’t want to make a complete fool of yourself and throw him some burnt steak. You had felt this pressure before, especially with your parents, and even your ex, but with Caspian, it felt different. You had been looking carefully at him as he tasted his spaghetti, and the look of pure delight he sent you made you want to become a professional chef, even if the pasta was a bit undercooked and the sauce a bit too salty even for your taste. Anything to see his look again.

Caspian behaved like a newborn, and it didn’t help that he was a curious young man. You had noticed at first how he looked everywhere around your apartment, taking in every small detail, carefully touching and prodding whatever was in his sight. But now, two hours later, he had already made himself at home and clearly didn’t understand your annoyed faces and curt responses.

“So, you can communicate with other people through this?” he eyed your phone warily. 

“Yup.”

“And you command it to do your bidding?”

“Sure.”

“Are you a witch?”

“I wish,” you laughed at his horrified expression. “I could send you back with a flick.”

Caspian looked seriously at you. “In my land, witches aren’t all that welcome.”

You frowned. “Damn, don’t tell me you guys are afraid of powerful women too.”

He didn’t get the sarcasm in your voice. “The last witch that ruled in Narnia almost destroyed my kingdom. If it hadn’t been for Aslan and the Pevensies, not even I would be here today.”

You wanted to joke, you really did. But his voice was grave and deep with emotion. One look at him was all it took for a chill to cover your lungs. But then again, you weren’t one to back down from a fight.

“And what did she do that was so horrible? Did she accidentally unleash an eternal winter over your land?” you joked. Your eyes swiftly moved towards your DVD collection, falling onto Frozen’s case. 

“Yes.”

Thankfully, you weren’t drinking, otherwise, you would’ve choked to death.

He wasn’t looking at you anymore. His eyes were hard and set on the wall behind him. 

“It happened a long time ago, but Narnians still fear those dark times.”

“I’m… sorry,” you answered, but it felt empty even to you. 

He shook his head. “That’s why I need to go back. I don’t know what brought me here, but I cannot leave my kingdom unprotected. Only Aslan knows what sort of dangers they may be exposed to while I’m gone.”

This time, you properly looked at him. The creases in his forehead, and the worry evident in the bags under his eyes. He couldn’t be that much older than you, but for a second, his concerned words made it seem as if he held the weight of the world on his shoulders. And that was too much of a burden, even for him. 

He was standing rather rigidly in your living room, lost in his memories, despite never having seen such horrors. But the legends, the myths, the songs, and the tales, were abhorrent. A world without light, and happiness, only ice. A world where magic was divided by magic itself, and he knew that too well. And despite having always been kind and generous, some sick joke of fate had brought him here, to you, and he still didn’t know where that was. He thought about his people, his kingdom, constantly. But the cotton of his dark green shirt felt soft on his scarred skin. Whatever product you had forced him to use in his hair smelled of fruits he hadn’t eaten in months and that weird long yellow-ish food you had made him had tasted better than it looked. He was feeling oddly energized as well, and you obviously didn’t mention the coffee to him. Maybe he would think you were a witch, too.

You broke the silence, unknowingly saving Caspian from himself. “You said Aslan’s good, right?”

He blinked. “Yes.”

“Then, maybe this is a bit of a stretch, but hear me out. If you’re this… all-generous king or whatever, and this… evil witch is long gone, who’s to say it wasn’t Aslan himself who brought you here?”

You surprised yourself with that question. Certainly, you did pay attention, after all.

Caspian looked at you, carefully considering your words. “It might be a possibility, yes.”

Nodding, you continued. “And your friends? They left because, and I quote, ‘learned everything Narnia had to teach them,’ right?”

He nodded, suddenly feeling desperate. “That’s right. Aslan himself told them.”

“Then who’s to say Aslan didn’t send you here because there’s something for you to learn as well?”

You were crazy. You sounded crazy. You couldn’t believe that you were playing into whatever Caspian’s game was, but it seemed pretty evident to you. If the king was right, it seemed the only possible explanation. And somehow you knew, the man before you wouldn’t hurt a butterfly, despite the faint scars in his bare arms telling you otherwise, as well as the sword propped against the entrance’s wall.

Caspian remained silent, but his eyes widened. He too knew you were right. Aslan wouldn’t do something as grand without a reason.

“Perhaps… finding my way back is part of the challenge,” he spoke slowly, setting his eyes on you. 

You could only shrug. It felt like he was having this big spiritual moment, and you, ever so skeptical, didn’t know what else to offer him. 

“Perhaps,” you repeated. “You know what they say. ‘Maybe the real treasure was the friends we made along the way,’” you joked.

Caspian didn’t seem to get that. “That certainly sounds wise, my lady.”

You nodded with a pout, looking anywhere but at him. “Alright. Let’s look for the Pennies.”

“Pevensies.”

“That’s what I said.”

***

“Hey, Anne,” you greeted the nice lady at the front desk of your favorite local library.

“Oh, hello, dear! Long time no see! How was your Thanksgiving? You spent it with your parents, did you not?” she greeted you back, throwing a thousand questions in your direction as she usually did. 

Caspian noticed the way your shoulders tensed at the mention of your parents, and though he didn’t want to pry, he knew he would be soon asking you about that.

“Yeah, um, it was good. Listen, my friend and I are in a bit of a rush here,” you motioned to Caspian quickly. “Do you have any… information, on English families? Like their lineage? Possibly in the past century?”

Anne eyed you questioningly. “I think we do have some records around here, but it may take me a while to reach them,” she explained. “Why the sudden interest? Is this for your work?”

You nodded slowly, knowing there was no way you could explain your situation to anyone without them thinking you had suddenly gone mad. You still think you kind of were, but the man trailing after you like a lost puppy was a good indicator of the contrary. 

“Indeed.”

Anne clapped delighted. “Well, in that case, I shall fetch those documents for you!” she quickly got up and disappeared through a narrow door, no doubt leaving for the archive behind her.

You sighed as you leaned on the desk, staring at the library where rows of books lined up the walls. Caspian copied your movement and he too stared at the nearly empty space before him.

“So, your work, huh?” he asked in a soft whisper. 

Even though you were the only ones standing there, it felt wrong to speak any louder.

You nodded. “Yeah. It wouldn’t be the first time I had asked her for the weirdest things.”

“What do you do?”

You paused. “Spiritually, I’m an architect. In reality, I work at an office.”

“A what?”

You sighed again. “It’s this place, where you… work, pretty much every day. And you just… do stuff.”

Caspian looked at you, knowing there was more to it. But he also noticed the way you seemed to sigh more than necessary, and struggled to find the right words. It all kept adding to the mysterious puzzle you were, but Caspian wasn’t ready to ask yet.

He nodded in fake understanding, despite still having no idea what an office was. “Right. Sorry for asking.”

You shook your head. “It’s alright, really. I just… don’t really like my work that much.”

Caspian widened his eyes. “What do you ever mean? Architects in my country are treated as royalty. Creating any building is pretty much considered magic.”

You snorted. “Right. Well, I should’ve thought about that before moving to New York. There really isn’t that much space here to build anything anymore.” 

“Then why do you keep living here, if you hate it so much? Aren’t you free to roam around your kingdom?”

You paused. You knew that, deep down, he was right. There really was nothing tying you to the city. Your family lived elsewhere, and you knew the scarce friends you had here wouldn’t miss you that much if you left. You liked your apartment, and the views, and the nightlife, but you knew other places in the world could offer you as much and more. You even thought about Caspian’s life in Narnia, and you wondered what your life would be like there. 

Just his audacity made you angry. “It’s not that simple, Caspian.”

Thankfully you didn’t have to say anything else, because Anne was soon by your side once again, with several folders in her frail arms. Caspian quickly took the papers from her, and you raised your eyebrows when you noticed the way his arms flexed under the weight.

“Oh, thank you, dear. Okay, so I believe this is all we have. Be careful, some of them are really old and could easily fall out of their bindings,” she warned you, before sitting back down on her chair. “I’ll be here if you need me.”

“Thank you,” you said under your breath, your heart picking up for some reason. 

You led Caspian towards the desk at the back, away from prying eyes and ears, and forced him to sit down next to you. It was your favorite spot, the quaint corner at the far end of the library, surrounded by literary classics that no one ever seemed to look for. A big window decorated one of the walls, giving you as much light as needed as you promptly opened all the folders and carefully placed them all over the table, fast eyes scanning the words.

“Alright, we already tried tracing your friends on the Internet and that didn’t work, so this is the best we got,” you said with a whisper, knowing Anne would not hesitate to throw you out if you made noise.

“Books are the pathway to knowledge,” Caspian said as he crossed his arms. Again, you couldn’t ignore the bulges that formed on his biceps. 

You shook your head, registering his words. “Right.”

And that is how you spent the rest of the afternoon, reading about old English family lines, World War II’s mass mobilizations, and railway accidents that shook entire nations. 

Your eyes were almost red by the time the sun finally set, and you couldn’t hide your yawns any longer. Caspian was in no better shape himself. At some point, he had dropped his head on the table and his eyes were almost closed. A few stray hairs were framing his face, even after you had put his hair in a small bun earlier. You totally didn’t enjoy the way its softness felt between your fingers, and Caspian totally didn’t close his eyes in enjoyment when he felt your hands tread through his wild mane.

And only after you yawned for what it felt like the hundredth time, you found something. Literature Professor Hastings, on childhood, fantasy lands, and grief. The article was one of the first things you quickly discarded, but as you looked around the papers, a sentence stuck out to you from one of the sprawled loose papers. “A family of four suddenly became a family of one.” You reached for it with a frown, and you would’ve read it entirely if it hadn’t been for the faint bell announcing the library’s closing time. 

You shook Caspian awake, and though he pretended to not have been almost asleep, he got up anyway and helped you gather all the documents. 

“Will you be keeping that?” he asked when he noticed the article in your hands.

With a bite of your lip, you nodded.  “I don’t know why, but… I have a feeling.”

Caspian looked serious. “Then, by all means, keep it. Intuition is only a powerful ally in my world.”

You stared at him as you both walked back to the front desk, quickly giving everything back to Anne and checking the article out. 

Stepping out of the library, you took a deep breath, turning to Caspian. You took a few seconds to admire the city lights reflected in his eyes, but you composed yourself. Not even twenty-four hours ago you were still on a train coming back to the city from a dreadful weekend, and now you were helping a random man go back to the kingdom of Narnia (which, according to Google, didn’t exist).

“Hey, remember what I said this morning? About not getting your hopes up?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good. We’re still at it.”

“Got it.”

“Dinner?”

Caspian smiled. You noticed the wrinkles in his eyes when he did so, and you thought you wouldn’t mind seeing those again. 

“Sure.”

Part III

General Taglist: @angiewhoohooo, @azaleaniath, @mishaandthebrits, @celestialcharles

#prince caspian x reader #prince caspian x you #prince caspian fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia #enchanted #prince caspian au #bagpipe writes #the chronicles of narnia au #alternative universe

[queenlucythevaliant]

There is only one acceptable modern AU for the Pevensies: eccentric homeschoolers.

#none of them are on social media they are in fact deeply uncool #they're part of a network though and extremely popular among other honeschoolers #peter is the assignment helper for the younger ones #they have one of those bonus rooms or finished basement with timelines and educational posters on the walls and like six huge bookshelves #they go on tons of Educational Adventures #every state park and historical site and science museum and whatnot #their adventes have the same energy as the Prince Caspian camping trip except everyone's in a better mood #susan and lucy were briefly in a quilting circle. it did not end well #I'm not actually that attached to this concept bc I don't really see the appeal of modernizing most stories and narnia in particular #but if we must have modern aus then for goodness sake please don't make them all cool influencer types #they are not #narnia #pontifications and creations #once there were four children

[hogwarts9]

Hogwarts Mystery x Chornicals of Narnia: Prince Caspian

"Sis come on you have to see this. Look what I found on Hogwarts history." Arjun said

" Before Hogwarts was founded, this was a land called Narnia. And the founders were students of the four muggle kings and queens. Which inspired the values of the founders which are represented in each house" Aishwarya said "Salazar was not a muggle hater....he wanted to take muggle-born kids to safety to prevent them from becoming obsurcials. Well at least this takes me off the goblet of fire event yesterday"

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" Who are you?" Aishwarya said

" are you an angel?" The Prince said

" Sis I don't think we are in Hogwarts anymore...I think we are in narina" Arjun said

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" Well it was a tough battle you experienced in the championship sis and sorry about that guy" arjun said as he looked at his sister fond eyes

" Yeah it's fine....I got over it a little hard for they are staying till the school year ends" she said

" Yeah and before that we were back in time...oh there is finn (@theguythatdraws) be right back!"

Someone bumps into her as she walks . "Oh I am so sorry" She picked up his staff " I should have watched whe...." She paused as she saw his face again

" it's alright my lady. I apologise too." He said looking at her like she was a precious treasure.

" here your staff Hier..?" She said gently giving him the staff.

" Lord Black actually...Lord Caspian Orion Black of the ancient and noble house of Black." He said gently brushing her hands as he takes his staff back

" Oh Lord Black.. " She curtsy " I am Lady Aishwarya Merha.I apologies again"

"Have we met before Lady Merha?" He asked curiously

" Not sure lord Black...maybe in another life. Enjoy your day lord black" She leaves unaware he watches her.

" Found you, my princess "

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" Finn did you see what I saw cause I am now worried if there is courting happening " Arjun said

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Inspired by @slytherincursebreaker

#hogwarts mystery #aishwarya mehra #hphm mc #hogwarts #mc hphm #arjun singh #jacob's sibling #hphm #goblet of fire au #the cronicles of narnia #prince caspian #black #lord black #ben barnes

[darkcrowprincess]

Narnia thoughts:

ice prince Edmund. Edmund cursed with ice powers. Edmund slowly being cursed with a frozen heart. Queen Jadis being resurrected in Prince Caspian and taking Edmund hostage. Turning him into her mind control ice prince. Edmund dying in the lion, the witch and the wardrobe and being reincarnated in Caspians time, maybe he and Caspian are friends or in love, and he goes with Caspian when everything starts. His siblings seeing the reincarnated Edmund with no memory of them who grew up happier with Caspian and being a single child(angst). Edmund staying with Caspian in Prince Caspian or the Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Caspian managing to come to the real world to be with Edmund. Whether with memories or reincarnated. Just more Casmund and more ice prince Edmund. And more white witch angst.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

#my thoughts #my writing #edmund pevensie #caspian x #narnia #ice prince Edmund #the white witch #casmund #otp: rewrite the stars 🌟 #movies #the chronicles of narnia #narnia au #casmund au

[an-angels-fury]

Incorrect Narnia Quotes

Peter, after getting drunk and hit his head: Why are you doing this?

Caspian, helping Peter to walk: I've told you. You may have a concussion.

Peter: You don't care if I never wake up.

Caspian: Sure I do.

Peter: Why?

Caspian: Well, because then I have to start taking out boys who actually like me.

Peter: Like you could find one.

Caspian: Oh, see? That, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?

#okay but someone else already considered a 10 things I hate about you AU for caspeter? #it's literally the same 'enemies/haters to lovers' vibes 👌 #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #tcon #c.s. lewis #10 things i hate about you #peter pevensie #caspian x #prince caspian #caspeter #peter x caspian #caspian x peter #incorrect quotes #incorrect narnia quotes #narnia incorrect quotes

[xslytherclawx-writes]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caspian/Edmund Pevensie Characters: Edmund Pevensie, Caspian (Narnia), Bacchus (Narnia), Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Golden Age (Narnia), Alternate Universe Summary:

Sometimes international diplomacy sucked.

(or: Caspian lives during the Golden Age)

#narnia #narnia fanfiction #casmund #edmund pevensie #prince caspian #this is a rwrb au #my fic