films: narnia

10

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)

I Can't Lose You//A Peter Pevensie Imagine Part 9

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

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.”

“I…well….”

“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.

“Ahem.”

We broke apart and Edmund, Lucy, Susan, and Caspian were standing at the entrance, eyebrows raised.

I blushed.

“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.