Two days ago, I didn’t believe in the existence of talking animals… of dwarves or… or centaurs. Yet here you are, in strengths and numbers that we Telmarines could never have imagined. Whether this horn is magic or not, it brought us together… and together, we have a chance to take back what is ours! —
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008)
it started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought, which turned into a quiet word. and then that word grew louder and louder til it was a battle cry; [listen]
See, Peter, here’s the thing. I love you, hon, but you weren’t there when Rabadash and his lot did their great big gallop-across-the-desert-to-invade-Archenland thing.
And that means that you will never understand why, after this duel with Miraz, Edmund sometimes looks at you when you’re being your most dignified and kingish and grins that infuriating private grin of his and whispers “The bolt of Tash falls from above”.
… and then, because there’s nobody else still alive that saw both that event and this, he answers himself, in an even quieter whisper, “Does it ever get caught on a hook halfway?”
I want a Highschool AU Casmund fic modeled after the song ‘Uptown Girl’ by Billy Joel.
Like the Pevensies are really popular/elite/idk just generally seen as royal people I guess
and Caspian is a new kid whose pretty much at the bottom of the food chain, and he sees the Pevensies sitting on an elevated section of an outdoor cafeteria (with golden sunlight around them because hello color conotation) and he gets really starstruck by Edmund the moment he lays eyes on him. So he asks Reep, “Who is that?"
And Reep just snorts and says the Pevensies are way out of his league, but Caspian is totally determined to at least get to know Edmund. So he tells Reep to help him and a couple of weeks pass and Caspian has been hella pining and he finally works up the courage to talk to Edmund in their science class or something (maybe they’re partners idk) and Edmund is so snarky and sarcastic that Caspian just like falls head over heels.
So then later Reep would come running up to him a couple days after he and Edmund had started to talk and say, "I don’t know how i swung it, but you’ve got your chance: I’ve got you a date with Susan.” And Caspian is like 'wat?’ and then it comes out that this whole time Reep thought Caspian liked Susan and is totally blindsided when he rides off into the sunset making out with Edmund instead
I had seen her turn red when her fingers accidentally touched my chest. I wonder what that meant….
She yanked my shirt forcefully and I stumbled forward. “Ow,” I complained.
“Oh shut up,” she snapped. “What happened wasn’t the fault of either of you, it was my own damn fault for not being careful enough. Stop fucking blaming each other and yelling! You are both acting like goddamn children! You,” she stabbed my finger at Caspian’s chest. “That was a stupid move, going to get your professor. You’re lucky more people didn’t die. As for you,” she growled, turning to me. “Your battle plan was poorly thought out. You underestimated Miraz, thinking that he would be stupid enough to leave his castle unprotected. I don’t even understand why you’re so concerned about me in the first place.”
I sighed, rubbing a hand across my face. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“As am I,” Caspian mumbled.
“You’re both idiots, congratulations. Now, Peter, will you please answer my question?”
I looked over at Caspian. “Oh, you can’t be serious!” he whined.
“Caspian, it’s fine. Shoo.”
He huffed angrily, but he left.
“Now, answer me.”
“Spit it out!”
“I like you,” I said hurriedly.
“What was that?”
“I like you. I have since I met you. You’re right. I was being an idiot when we first came here. No one’s ever talked to me like that because they’re too afraid of upsetting the mighty King Peter, but you spoke your mind and in the end, I think we lost a lot less people than we would have if you hadn’t helped. And you’re gorgeous and I don’t know–”
She cut me off by pressing her lips to mine. “You’re babbling,” she said softly, pulling away.
“Well, if that’s how you’re going to stop me every time, I should do it more often,” I said, a feeling of elation in my chest.
“Fine by me.”
I kissed her again.
We broke apart and Edmund, Lucy, Susan, and Caspian were standing at the entrance, eyebrows raised.
“It’s about damn time!” Edmund yelled.
And that’s the end of it! I hope you guys liked it. The Masterlist should be up either later today or some time tomorrow.