from time to time i am reminded of how much i love narnia

do you remember?

Summary: It’s the night before their wedding. Izuku and Shouto did a little throwback. 

Tags: Dating, Dates Gone Wrong, Fluff, Pure fluff, Late night talk, wedding, big day, proposal

Note: This is to make up for yesterday angst. A prequel to Shoe Game@tododeku-week Day 6 | memories | quote


‘Do you remember our first date?’ Izuku’s soft murmur broke the silence of the night.

Shouto, who was starting to drift off to sleep at the lull of the conversation, blushed crimson on reflex. He always blushed whenever Izuku mentioned dates.

'The official one or the first first one?’ He asked. Because Uraraka and Tsuyu had told them first thing when they started dating for real that it felt like they had been dating for ages, with how many times they did things with just the two of them.

'The official one,’ Izuku replied fondly. It was too dark to see but Shouto was certain Izuku was smiling softly.

'Yeah. Why?’ He answered. Looks like he was not going to sleep early tonight.

'Do you remember the movie we watched?’

'Yes, yes I do.’ It was a special outdoor showing of Jaws. Widescreen on the bank of a lake at the dark of the night. They were taken out to the middle of the lake on a rickety old wooden boat to enjoy the movie. The movie was old, 19070s old, but it was surprisingly engaging. Izuku languidly dipped his arm elbow deep into the lake, not really watching the movie, but watching Shouto watch the movie. His left arm, which was thankfully dry, made an excellent head rest for Shouto.

That would have been a perfect night out if it had been a normal, innocent show.

As it was, there were people swimming around, grabbing arms and legs and scaring people out of their wits as the climax hit.

Shouto didn’t know about that. Neither did Izuku.

When the scene with the shark dragging itself up the half-submerged boat rolled around, Izuku let loose a terrified scream. Shouto, already on edge, was startled enough to set himself on fire and burn the wooden plank underneath him.

Izuku jumped onto him and clutched at his neck, face bleached white in fear.

Their combined weight on one side of the boat sent them both toppling over into the dark water.

'You climbed onto my head and refused to climb down while I swam us back to shore.’ Shouto deadpanned, looking at the luminous stars and galaxy painted on the ceiling. Luckily it was a warm night so he had hardly any difficulty guiding himself and Izuku the deadweight to the shore.

Izuku sputtered near his head, rustling about in the blanket.

'I did not!’ He protested indignantly.

'And you were convinced that there were sharks. In a sealed off fresh water lake. One hundred kilometre inland.’

'There are fresh water sharks!’

'Not native to Japan.’

Izuku huffed in annoyance as he had no comeback for that.

'Well, at least I don’t fall asleep in an IKEA wardrobe.’ He steered the conversation in a completely different direction. Shouto didn’t need to turn around to see how madly Izuku’s eyes were twinkling.

They had agreed to never talk about that again.

‘We had an agreement.’ Shouto reminded, a bit peeved but mostly embarrassed.

There was a reason why they never mentioned that.

Dripping wet and soaked to the bones, they left the movie unfinished to hunt for new clothes. The nearest store they could get clothes from was a thrift shop, which had them some rather interesting choices.

Within five minutes, Shouto picked a white polo shirt and a pair of surprisingly comfortable black jeans. Not much different from his initial clothes.

Izuku, on the other hand…

His eyes literally lit up when Shouto drove them into the parking lot of the shop and he was out before Shouto even released his own seatbelt. It took him nearly ten minutes to locate Izuku, standing in front of a bookshelf, head bent a 90 degree to look at the title on the back of the books. Water made a pool at his feet. He looked so much like a downed rat, hair plastered to his head, clothes stuck onto his lean muscular frame. Shouto was probably not much better but it was so endearing to see Izuku like this. He had to physically drag Izuku away from the books to search for clothes.

(He made a mental note to have one of the biggest bookshelves and most comfortable reading nooks installed when they moved into a bigger apartment. If his room was smaller because of that, then so be it; as long as he could see Izuku’s dopey smile all the time, any sacrifice was worth it.)

Izuku was too distracted to pick his own clothes so Shouto had to do it. And he did it well. Izuku offered no objection whatsoever, still too distracted, so Shouto believed it was a job well-done.

His boyfriend only paid attention to what he was wearing when they were driving away from the thrift shop.

‘Shouto, what am I wearing? Why am I wearing All Might merch? Oh my god I’m not 10 anymore! Wait, why are we at IKEA? What are we doing at IKEA?’ His voice was an octave higher than it had been in the beginning, face flushing crimson.

‘I am hungry.’ I want to check out the bookshelves.

‘We can eat somewhere else,’ Izuku nearly begged.

‘They’re too far,’ Shouto said. ‘I’ll be quick.’

‘Can I just stay in the car?’ Izuku changed tactic when begging didn’t work.

Shouto merely shook his head.

He didn’t understand. They wore each other’s merch all the time. An All Might hood T-shirt and matching pants were not as outrageous as Izuku made them to be. And how could his boyfriend not see how cute he was in those? The yellow things sticking out from the hood would be absolutely adorable if Izuku decided to pull the hood up.

‘I have an image to uphold!’ Izuku whispered into his ears scandalously, trying in vain to hide behind Shouto as they walked to the restaurant section of IKEA.

‘There are few people around. They won’t pay attention,’ He said while prying Izuku’s hand away from his shirt so he could take it in his own hand. ‘You look cute in them.’

Shouto would never get bored of watching Izuku’s face flame up. So, he pushed the hood over Izuku’s face and pressed a soft kiss on his covered head. Izuku’s hand felt hot in his hold but he didn’t try to push the hood down so Shouto took that as a win.

He left Izuku alone for a few minutes at the restaurant with the pretense of looking for doormat since theirs showed wear of time while in reality, he meandered over to the bookshelf section.

Then he got distracted and lost track of time.

He found an interesting wardrobe. Wooden, tall, mystical. Kind of like the one in Narnia movie.

The inside was equally Narnia-inspired with demo woollen sweeping-the-floor coats and off white fluffy carpet. It was also big enough for him to sit comfortably. A little bit too comfy as he felt his eyes start to droop and he lost the fight against sleep.

When he woke up again, it was to Izuku’s half-panic, half-dying-of-laughter face.

‘I almost called for a hero agency before I realised I was a hero. And I did a spy move to get away from the security guy while running around searching for you. We actually spent a night in IKEA. I was having a panic attack and you were sleeping away in a wardrobe!’ Izuku howled uncontrollaby, shaking so badly the bed shook with him.

Shouto endured the embarrassment as Izuku laughed himself to a coughing fit. He half-heartedly pounded on Izuku’s back to ease it.

‘I will not mention Jaws night again if you never bring up IKEA wardrobe in the future,’ Shouto bargained.

‘Deal,’ Izuku agreed easily, shaking his hand once before going back to giggling.

What a load of dung. They both knew they would bring those up again at any given chance.  

They lapsed back into silence, broken only by Izuku’s intermittent snorts. The luminous stars on the ceiling shone brightly, almost heavenly in the absolute darkness of their room.

‘Do you remember the time we danced in the rain?’ Izuku gently snuggled up to his side, whispering into his ear.  

‘Of course.’ How could he not? It was the first time he ever felt so alive. He hadn’t smiled and laughed so much since ever.

A visit to cat island. Sun shower. Before Shouto could run to the eaves of a nearby house, Izuku yanked at their joined hand and swung him around.

It was not much of a dance since they were just doing whatever moves they felt like doing. Moonwalk, robot, tap-dancing, arm-waving. At one point, they held hands and swung themselves in circles, until they both could not stand up straight. Izuku straight up lay flat back on the middle of the road. Shouto leant onto the lamp pole a tad too far.

Luckily for them, there was no one watching, only a band of ten or so cats all huddling together on the porch of a house, eyeing them attentively.

Which somehow reminded him of something completely unrelated.

‘Do you remember when you proposed?’ Shouto turned the silver band on his left hand around.

‘How can I forget?’ Izuku chuckled. ‘Our moms are our best fans.’

‘Your mom said, what, ‘there are two beautiful engagement rings in your bedroom, Izuku. Do you mind if I show them to Shouto?’’

‘Exactly that. And I almost choked to death.’ Izuku laughed. ‘I bet your mom planned that too. She kept eyeing my mom with a smile throughout dinner.’

‘You went so red that a ripe tomato cannot be any redder.’ Shouto recalled fondly.

‘As if you were any better.’ Izuku placed his head on his chest to stick his tongue out at him.

‘You popped the question right then and there.’

‘And you said yes.’ Izuku dragged his arm across Shouto’s chest to stare at the ring on his left hand. Shouto pulled his arm out from under the blanket and placed his left hand next to Izuku’s. ‘Best day of my life.’ Izuku intertwined their fingers and kissed them gently.

Shouto ran his right hand through Izuku’s fluffy hair rhythmically. He felt Izuku’s breath deepened.

‘We should sleep. There’s a big day ahead of us.’

‘Uhm, good night Shouto. I love you.’

‘Good night Izuku. I love you too.’

Wanna One as Disney Movie Characters (Hyung Line)

Originally posted by hitoritabi

(I chose this gif because of the fact that it had a Zootopia character is a Disney movie heh)

Hello once again and I am back with my second request which came in from @curryriceu ! Firstly, I would like to apologise that it did take a little longer than usual because I really needed to do some research about the various Disney characters, and especially their character traits. Nevertheless, this was still an interesting request because I don’t think I’ve seen many of this in the Kpop world, or perhaps even none at all! o.o Hence, I would like to thank you guys anyway for sending in such interesting requests because hoorah to having it posted into the Tumblr world! ^^ 

For this, I would be splitting them up into a two-part series and will separate the “Hyung Line” from the “Maknae Line” for easier readability once again. 

Without further ado, let’s get started, shall we? And once again, I wish you all a happy reading experience as I take the opportunity to take you to your childhood in a different light! :) 

Yoon Jisung: Honey Lemon (Big Hero 6) 

Originally posted by hxneylemon-archive

Just like Honey, Jisung is pretty much the male version of her. In the movie, she was portrayed as someone sweet (as her name suggests), sunny, outgoing and cheerful. Furthermore, she was one who always had a positive attitude, even in times of adversity and had an extremely empathetic personality, which allowed her to become the “glue” of the group. Just like how Jisung was in Produce 101, he was always one who encouraged them to push on, especially Hyunbin, whom he had given a pep talk to when the latter had been receiving a whole slur of hate comments from netizens. Honey was also the mother of the group in Big Hero 6 and the same goes for Jisung who took up the position to be the leader of the legendary “Downpour” team and always took care of his team. He was never jealous of their achievements, and instead accepted it with a humble heart and was extremely proud of his members’ achievements. However, let us also not forget that he has an extremely witty side to him, which completes the whole picture of Honey because not only did she know when to be serious, but she also knew how to have fun, and once again, that is Yoon Jisung in a nutshell. Before I forget to mention it, Honey was also intelligent and the same goes for Jisung, especially with his witty replies and comments. 

Ha Sungwoon: Aladdin (Aladdin) 

Originally posted by all-things-disney-gifs

For Sungwoon, he is, in fact, the smallest in the band in terms of size with a height of 168cm while the rest of his members tower over him with heights ranging from 172cm (Daehwi) to a whopping 183cm (Minhyun and Guanlin). Hence, I actually wanted to find a small Disney character which was known for having a giant heart, but I could not find one that matched his personality as close as Aladdin did. In the movie, Aladdin was pretty much the optimistic and fun-loving boy who was clearly young at heart with all the antics that he would pull off when he stole something for his own survival. However, he had an extremely kind heart, nevertheless, and was one to give his loots to those who were lesser off than him. Despite these seemingly good traits about him, he was also an insecure character and deemed himself unworthy of Princess Jasmine’s love, and always sought to gain affection and attention from most of the characters. However, he remained extremely brave throughout the 2 movies despite these insecurities. Lastly, even though it took Aladdin some time to accept the fact that his father had left him, it was clear that he did not hold grudges for very long either. At this point, if this does not sound like Sungwoon, I don’t know what else does. To me, he was confident at some points, but did have his moments when things did not exactly go the way he wanted, especially when he was neither given the main vocal position for “Downpour” nor “Never” for the concept evaluation. However, he braved through the odds and soon became the centre of “Super Hot” and becoming a part of the final 11. Furthermore, he held no grudges against the “Never” team for voting him out and remained thankful for the time he had spent with them. 

Hwang Minhyun: Aslan (Narnia)

Originally posted by damnhiatus

I personally was a huge fan of the Narnia series and actually watched all the movies to know that Minhyun pretty much reminded me of Aslan’s characteristics. In the movie, Aslan was intelligent, wise, gentle and was exceptionally chivalrous. Furthermore, he was also one who would have encouraging pep talks with the four children (Peter, in particular) and showed them great care, especially when he was willing to trade his life to spare Edmund’s. From this, it’s probably enough to remind one of Minhyun’s personal qualities. Despite the fact that he (and the rest of Nu’est) were 5-year-old idols, which is probably considered enough to be a respectable senior, they were willing to still go onto Produce 101 Season 2 in order to get a second chance, despite all the hatred that they received from the public, which clearly highlighted his brave attitude and how determined he was, like Aslan. In terms of wisdom and intelligence, it was pretty obvious when he created the legendary “Sorry Sorry Team 2″, which always received its recognition from episode 3 all the way to the end of the show. He did not pick the most popular members, but he picked members with the talent and well-roundedness in order to deliver a good performance. Sure, the team might not have won, but they sure left an impact for the general audience. Ever since his Nu’est days, he was always known to be the most gentle and mature one out of the band, despite being the second youngest, and cared for the well-being of his members greatly; believing in them when they did not believe in themselves and was clearly someone very dependable to rely on. Lastly, he was never the one to show much emotion, but only broke down when his members did not make it into Wanna One with him. Just like Aslan, he only showed his weaknesses and fear on very few occasions, but rose back up to the occasion and trudged on anyway for the sake of the greater good. 

Ong Seongwoo: Flynn Rider (Tangled) 

Originally posted by disneyasastrology

In the movie, Flynn was pretty much portrayed to be extremely confident in everything he does and that’s pretty much Ong Seongwoo already because of his savagery alone and how he was aware of how much capability and potential he had to survive the competitive programme. Nevertheless, he never rested on his laurels, despite the fact that he never fell out of the top 11 and was categorised into the A-grade, just like Flynn’s devotedness. Furthermore, Flynn was also known to be quite a comedian and for whoever who has watched anything with Seongwoo in it, one is bound to laugh out loud or chuckle at some point because of his expression and how good he was with his words and actions to bring laughter even in times of hardship. However, on the flip side of the coin, Flynn’s arrogance was instead a defence mechanism and proved to be something which gave him a false sense of optimism in order to hide someone who was actually vulnerable and someone who was actually capable of showing legitimate emotion. Similarly, Seongwoo revealed HERE that he seemed grateful and proud that he made it into the bunch of A-graders, but actually had a hard time fitting in and opening up to his other roommates, and it was pretty clear that he too feared elimination despite his seemingly cool front, because he did tear up when he gave his winning speech to claim 5th place in the final line up. Just like Flynn, Seongwoo indeed possessed a similar personality where he tended to show his stronger and more confident side rather than his more vulnerable and gentle side. However, he has indeed made a good deal of friends from all the teams that he has been in and was then able to show a different side of him, which definitely led to another surge in popularity. He might be deemed “rude” and “unnecessary”, but he has clearly shown that he is just like any of the other trainees, especially in terms of their thoughts and feelings, but chose to remain strong through the competition and always kept his head up. Sure, he too had some issues with Fantagio when his contract was cancelled due to unexplained reasons, but he continued to make a name for himself despite having the odds stacked against him and came onto Produce 101 despite his “coming of age” for a K-idol. Hence, like Flynn, Seongwoo not only portrays the confidence and comedy, but he also portrayed courage, determination and was clearly another loyal and trustworthy friend, despite his teasing tendencies. 

Kim Jaehwan: The Prince (Snow White)

Originally posted by greatdisneyempire

If anything, Jaehwan’s was probably the hardest to think of. Trust me, he is one of my #1 biases in Wanna One (together with Minhyun heh) but as I did my research, it was actually difficult to associate him with one character alone. I even googled “Disney characters who sing” just to see whether there would be at least one who accompanies his profession and character. After much thought, I associated him with “The Prince” simply because both of them have amazing voices and probably the types to break out into song at the most random of timings, just like how The Prince did an unintentional duet when he heard Snow White sing and how Jaehwan would have his mini karaoke sessions if he had his guitar with him. Character wise, The Prince did have quite a charismatic attitude and despite his simple appearance, he was probably able to sweep a girl off her feet with his soothing voice alone and that was Jaehwan; looking like a simple boy who captivated the hearts of National Producers with with his vocal chops. Personally, one looks best (and actually becomes noticeable) when one does what he or she is truly good at and he definitely did. He was not particularly good looking (no hate here please) but his vocal prowess made him stand out eventually to claim 4th place in the final 11 (a huge jump from all his positions throughout the entire show). Apart from that, The Prince was also said to be brave and devoted (like many of the other characters really) and that was what Jaehwan showed when he came to the show without a company to back him up and worked extremely hard for the re-evaluations in order to maintain his B grade in the dance aspect. All this paid off eventually and he is not only the main vocalist in Wanna One, but has also shown to be surprisingly good at rapping and be able to maintain those high notes while dancing. 

Kang Daniel: Li Shang (Mulan) 

Originally posted by lovelifelove2013

Hmm… Where should I start? To begin with, Li Shang was known for being someone who was extremely intense and despite the fact that most would be shocked by this statement (especially for Daniel’s case because he is a peach irl) but I only got into Produce 101 Season 2 in episode ¾ and my first impression was that Daniel was one who would definitely catch the eye of National Producers, just like Li Shang over how he was known to be dashing and captured the people’s attention. Like Shang, Daniel did not speak very much in the beginning of the show and was known to have either little screen time or a little more on the socially awkward side. However, he opened up (no pun intended) eventually towards the end and became quite endearing after showing more sides towards his subconscious hilarious antics. However, there were also times when Li Shang was not always perfect. He had his moments of doubt and fear initially, but came back again to be deemed as heroic, bold and daring and this pretty much screamed “Daniel Kang” to me. As you would all have known about his infamous social media scandal, he was extremely apologetic and probably doubted his abilities at one point because he was given a song that he felt no confidence in doing. Despite this, he overcame the odds and eventually became the leader of the “Open Up” team, who claimed victory at the concept evaluations and eventually claimed the #1 spot to become the centre of Wanna One. To come this far is really something to commend, because he did not start on a “popular footing” at the beginning but eventually rose the ranks to become a better version of himself, especially when he was able to showcase his stable vocal chops despite having trained as a dancer and a rapper. Furthermore, he had become more confident in his abilities and was unafriad to show it, which definitely captured the attention of viewers. Hence, it’s pretty clear that Daniel came a long way to become who he is today and the same went for Li Shang, who was only known to be strict and incapable of fear and emotion, but it was later shown that he soon developed himself to become a character who was willing to help Mulan (despite his anger when he discovered her to be a woman) and someone who learnt the importance of teamwork and learnt to work together with his fellow comrades to save China. Yes, their developments are different, but the extent is pretty much the same and this is the reason why I would associate Daniel with Li Shang of Mulan. 

And that is all for today! I’m sorry @curryriceu that you had to wait so long as I’ve been busy prepping for my school’s Choir performance. ;; I’m currently in the midst of writing this for the Maknae Line of Wanna One though so do look forward to the second part! ^^ And yes indeed, this is my longest post ever so thank you to everyone for reading all the way up to this point omg, you guys are great and I am thankful for everyone’s support! ^^ 

P.S. I’ve reached a 161 follower count and a 632 note count from likes and reblogs. ;; Never expected to come to this point, especially with so many other good blogs out there so once again, thank you all and I will keep working hard to bringing you guys smiles and laughter with my scenarios and imagines! ^^ Hope this one took you back to your childhood and that you guys had fun actually imagining the Wanna One members as these Disney movie characters! ^^ 

So goodbye for now and I will see you guys again in Part 2! ^^ 

Something to be Grateful For

Peter Pevensie x Reader

AN: I’m not sure if this is really angsty, but I almost cried while writing it. I hope that you all enjoy this and that it doesn’t make you too sad. Have a lovely day!


You awoke to an empty bed and closed curtains, the same way you had every morning since he vanished without a trace. But still you drug yourself out of bed for there were things do be done, and one could not spend their whole life waiting and wasting away. You strode gracefully across the room, the clapping of your bare feet on the marble floors echoing against the walls as you opened your wardrobe to choose your attire for the day. Not that it really mattered to you what you wore, but the council may begin to worry if their one remaining queen refused to wear anything but a dressing gown weeks after the disappearance of her husband and his siblings. Your hands brushed across the delicate silk of your favorite gown, one that Peter had given you for your 22nd birthday. Although this had only been a few years ago, it felt like it had been centuries since that day

“Peter why have you brought me to the gardens?” You laughed “People may start to wonder what we’re up to if we don’t show up to our own party.” You teased playfully. He smiled and raised his eyebrows at you thoughtfully.

“That may be so, but I wanted to give you something before you open everyone else’s gifts.” He said as he picked up a box that was carefully hidden behind a patch of foxglove that graced the edge of your favorite fountain. You grinned and gently took it from him.

“Well what is it then? Am I allowed to open it?” You inquired. He laughed and gestured for you to go ahead. You gingerly unwrapped the dainty ribbons that decorated the box to reveal a gown. Soft blue silk, pristine abalone buttons down the back, white lace detailing cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline and tasteful beading across the bodice made this the most beautiful and exquisite gown you had ever laid eyes on. “Oh Peter!” You gasped “It’s beautiful! Wherever did you find this?”

“I had it made by the best seamstress in the land.” He smiled down at you “Do you like it? I was hoping that you’d wear it to the ball, if you’d like?”

“Oh, I love it Peter. Of course I’ll wear it.” You reassured him “Thank you, my love.” You embraced your husband and gave him a warm and gentle kiss, feeling completely at home in his arms.

You quickly drew your hand away from the dress as tears pricked at your eyes.

“Probably better if I leave that be.” You whispered to yourself as you wiped your eyes. You opted instead for a simple brown frock that would merely state that you were professional and put together. You put your hair back into a quick braid and left to begin your day.

You began by meeting with the council and discussing treaties with the surrounding nations, something you could hardly pay attention to without the reassuring smile of your husband or the humorous side remarks from his brother Edmund. But nothing lasts forever, no matter how boring and soon enough you found yourself on the balcony overlooking the Eastern Sea. You found that this place relaxed you. The ever crashing waves on the shore gave you a bit of respite from your perpetual shroud of sadness. Your solitude, however was broken by a voice behind you.

“My lady?” It was one of your ladies maids, Amice. “I’m very sorry to bother you my lady but I just can’t seem to get him to stop crying.” You turned to face her and saw that she was holding your little son Easton. He had tears streaming down his small face and was reaching his little arms out towards you. You quickly took him from Amice and thanked her gently. As much as you hated to admit it, it had been difficult for you to spend time with your son ever since Peter disappeared. Although Easton was only a little over a year old, he already was so alike his father. While you and him shared the same hair color, he had Peter’s startling blue eyes. Peter was so excited when you told him that you were pregnant. And you had never seen him as happy as he had been when he held Easton for the first time.

“Just one more big push Y/N and you’ll get to meet your baby!” Said your nurse encouragingly. That was enough for you. All that you wanted in that moment, more than anything in the whole world was to see your child’s face. So you gritted your teeth and pushed as hard as you could, one last time. “That’s it Y/N! You did it! You have a son!” Exclaimed your nurse.

“I have a son?” You asked in wonderment as she gently set hims in your arms “Where’s Peter? I need to see him, he needs to meet him!”

“Of course love, I’ll tell him he can come in now.” She said kindly. Peter must have been listening in because before she could even move he burst through the door with a huge grin on his lips.

“I have a son?” He cried out as he rushed to your side. He eyes widened as he saw the small bundle in your arms. “Can I, can I hold him?” He asked quietly.

“Of course you can silly!” you giggled “Just be very careful, support his neck.” Peter did just as you asked as he took your son into his strong and sure arms.

“He’s so beautiful.” He whispered as tears dripped down his cheeks. “I didn’t know I could ever love someone this much.” He held him close to his chest as he softly kissed your lips “You are the most amazing woman in the whole world Y/N. I love you so much and I will always protect you and our child.” Just then your son opened his eyes and looked around at his parents. “He has my eyes!” Peter uttered with joy.

“As blue as the ocean.” You spoke.

“That’s what we’ll name him.” Said Peter “Easton, after the Eastern Sea.”

“Easton.” You whispered as you stroked your son’s face. “I think Easton’s a perfect name.”

Every time you saw him you couldn’t help but be reminded of how he would never know his father and how Peter would never see his son grow up. It was almost too much for you to bear. But as you held your son and wiped away his tears he wrapped his arms around your neck and spoke his first word

“Da da.” Easton spoke into your hair. Suddenly tears began streaming down your face. You cried for your lost love, for your son’s lost father and for the moments that would never be. You held tightly to your child as you cried, you had never needed and loved him more than you did now. For even though you had lost a husband, you still had a son. And for that you couldn’t be more grateful. Grateful that you would get to raise him into a man, a man that Peter would be proud of and a man that would uphold his father’s legacy.

Pieces of Me- Edmund Pevensie x Reader- Requested

Request: Could I request an Edmund imagine? The reader has given herself to other men before and feels like she’s given too much of herself away and no one could love her and is really sad and Ed notices and comforts her and let’s her know that she is loved and it ends all fluffy and cuddly? It’s meant to be a bit more religious, but idk how much you write about that in your imagines. Thanks! I love your stuff btw and sorry if the ask is too long winded.

You are completely fine, Anon! I’m happy that you like, what I’m assuming is, my oneshots. I am completely comfortable writing stories with religious undertones; I myself am religious, so hopefully what I pull from my own experiences with religion and this topic specifically will make a good oneshot! Enjoy!

Warnings: The reader feels that because she has been intimate with people before that she might not be worth as much as people who are ‘pure’. (I would just like to mention that you have control of your own body, and you do want you want with it. I encourage you to safely and legally explore everything, and to not take societies ideals to heart.) 

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For Tradition and Such.

Three years.

They had gone three years with peace, their kingdom thriving and growing. The crops grew faster than they could harvest, the market was always busy, and the streets were always bustling with smiling faces. The people weren’t sure what to do with the peace, at first, having lived under such a tyrannical ruler for so many years. They would walk with caution, their eyes darting around, as if they were afraid of someone attacking them. Many didn’t know what peace felt like, and almost none of them remembered a time when they were safe.

Then, on a day when Queen Lucy was taking a stroll through the markets, searching for a gift for her dear friend, a young faun fell in front of her, the bucket of water he had been carrying drenching the Valiant from head to toe. The entire street stilled, all fearful of what would happen. The faun himself was visibly shaking with fear, and he started apologizing profusely. “M-my Que-queen I-I-I-” The young woman cut him off then, but not with cold words or a harsh slap, but with a loud, playful laugh, causing the faun to go still as stone. “Please, do call me Lucy! It’s alright, I assure you. I was feeling rather hot, and you helped cool me off, so thank you for that.” She gave him a smile, the kindest smile he had ever seen someone give him, and he gave her a tentative one in return. “Are you all right? That was quite a nasty fall you had. I feel as if I should be the one to apologize!” The faun nodded, his smile growing less afraid and more friendly. “I’m alright.”
“I am overjoyed to hear so. Might I inquire your name?”
“Silas, your majesty.”
“It is my pleasure to meet you, Silas. And please, I’d much rather you call me Lucy. If all my friends started calling me Queen Lucy and Your Majesty, so much time would be waisted!” She gave him such a lovely grin, talking briefly longer before venturing back to the castle, and it was then that the people started to feel that they could have peace.

And then, three years later, that all came crashing down, all with a simple pair of scissors.

“Lucy, Peter wants to talk to you about something. He’s in his chambers.” Edmund’s dark eyes held a hint of despair in them, something the youngest Pevensie hadn’t seen in her brother’s eyes in years. Despite her questions, she nodded, slowly making her way through the warm castle, down long corridors. The magnificent’s door was open just barely when she approached it, making her cautious. A tentative hand pushed its way into the room, the rest of the body following. Inside, light flooded in through the open balcony, a gentle breeze calming her panicked nerves. “Peter? Are you in here?”
“I’m out here, Lu.” His voice floated in on the wind, but there was a heaviness to it, as if he was carrying the world alone on his shoulders. (In a way, he was.) His back was to Lucy as he looked out over her ocean, the smell of the sea filling the room. He gripped something tightly in his hands, something that glinted in the sun and caught Lucy’s curious eye. “Edmund said you wanted to see me? What’s that you’re holding?” He glanced up to look at her, his sister. She had grown so much in three years; not only growing more mature, but physically as well, for she was only now half a head shorter than Susan now, where she had been at least three heads shorter when they first entered Narnia. Her golden hair reached just above her hips, and she was so proud of how long it had gotten. They had all grown their hair long, his own locks stopping just barely below his shoulders. Peter frowned at the thought of what he was about to do. “I’m afraid I did. I need you to do something for me.” Slowly, his hand around the object opened, one finger after another at an agonizingly slow pace, until his palm lay flat, revealing a simple pair of scissors. Lucy’s eyebrows knotted together, perplexed. “What is this?” It was then the young queen noticed the Magnificent’s solemn expression, her eyes darting to the scissors, and then they slowly made their way back up to his hair. “Peter…” Her voice breaks, beginning to understand their situation, “What is this?”
“We knew there was an uprising stirring, of the remaining followers of the Witch. They’ve been burning outlying villages, stealing… killing, and we can let this stand no longer. This started with war, and war seems to be the only way to end it.” His heart breaks at the sight of tears forming in his beloved sisters eyes, his own eyes feeling wet. Her head drops to her chest, her hands covering her face. “We had kept the peace for so long. Everyone here felt safe. We were happy.”
“I know, my darling sister. But perhaps once we accomplish this, we will be peaceful again. Now, if it is something you wish not to do, I’m sure Edmund would be willing, but…” He holds out the scissors, and Lucy’s hands lower from her face, her eyes widening at what he’s asking of her. “Edmund wished to cut his own hair in private, but I cannot bring myself to do it, knowing what it means for us, for Narnia…” The young blonde’s hand shot out, wrapping her fingers around the cold metal, finding them heavier that she expected. “You need not carry this burden alone, brother. For as long as I am you sister, I will help you carry it.”
“When did you become so wise?” She smiles, moving to stand behind her beloved brother. “It comes with the title, I suppose. Are you ready?”
“I don’t think I ever will be, but you should do it before my mind changes.” She nods, and silently, makes the first cut. The strands of hair fall slowly to the ground, sounding louder than they should.
Lucy makes quick work of it, not wishing to draw out something that must be miserable for her brother to endure. It can’t take more than twenty minutes, but to the two Pevensie’s, it feels like an entire lifetime. Once the final cut is made, Lucy sets the scissors on the balcony rail, turning to Peter. His eyes have glazed over, staring down at the hair encircling him. Lucy’s heart breaks for her brother, her king, knowing what has to happen next. Peter weakly utters, “We had three years…” and in that moment, the Valiant Queen knows what she must do. Her hand shoots out, wrenching the scissors for their place, bringing them up to her hair around chin length, and cuts. She continues cutting, (more like violently chopping), until all her hair is roughly the same shortness, and only when the scissors in her hand clatter on the cold stone, she realizes her breathing has grown rather ragged. She’s still for a moment, taking in what she had done, and then she looks to Peter. His mouth gapes open, his gaze shooting between his sister and her golden locks now covering his. He opens his mouth, his voice rough and confused. “Lucy, why…?”
“How many times must I remind you that you are not Atlas? You needn’t carry the world alone. Don’t forget we’re a family, Peter. You wage war against one, you wage it against us all.” He can’t stop himself from staring at the girl in front of him; this girl who was put in a position of power and took the challenge head on, the girl who was more like a young woman due to her knowledge and wisdom and ferocity. Before he was aware it was happening, he was standing, and Lucy was pulled into his embrace, his strong arms wrapping securely around her shoulders. Her own arms wrapped around his waist, the two simply standing, letting the embrace calm them both. They stood there, neither speaking, but knowing that, as long as they had each other, had their family, everything would be alright.

Many years later, they had formed a tradition, of sorts. Whenever there was to be war, and hair was to be cut, all four monarchs would travel to the stone table to do it. It took Susan some time to agree to the idea, ever the hater of war, but Lucy convinced her, in the end. It was Lucy’s idea, after all, that they go to the stone table for the occasion. “He had his hair cut there for us. Seems only right we cut ours there for him.” It was in those silent moments, when hair fell on broken stone, that they felt the most somber, but also, they knew that it was being cut for a purpose, and the peace that became after war was more than worth the small sacrifice.
OOC: As a bit of a note for any who are a bit confused, some backstory. This post was based off of one (I can’t remember who wrote it) but it’s basically a post stating that many nobles, during a time of war, would cut off their hair to signify the end of peace and the start of war. @oh-dont-worry-honey was wonderful and brainstormed headcanons with me, and came up with EXTREMELY good ideas for it, and I’m rather glad with how it came out. I do hope you enjoy it. :)

a tale of the faithful 

ao3 // 

fandom: narnia // words: 1,353

a/n: finished “writing experiment!” thanks to all of you for your kind words; it surprised me so much and I was so pleased to see that you liked it. 

takes place during & post-prince caspian


There is a story passed down through the generations, a story of two boys and two girls who came and freed a land with the help of a lion and who disappear, later, when everything had been shiny and bright.

They are a story.

It’s a lovely story, told by rabbits to their litters and horses to their foals. Even children are meant for mighty things, mothers tell their children as they drift away into sleep. And we must be faithful, like they were faithful, and wait.


The details are lost along the way.

There is just High King Peter and Queen Susan the Gentle and King Edmund and Queen Lucy.

Just distant names reminiscent of a golden time, of openness and freedom and joy, of war and struggle and victory. There are no faces to the names.

There never were those Kings and Queens, the Telmarines later say. They abandoned us, the angry later accuse (and there is such truth in the anger that the faithful cannot argue except in silence.) There are just names.

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anonymous asked:

Wait! Aren't those pics from 2014? The beach pic was Taylor on vacation with her parents and we know Taylor spent the Christmas holidays with her family that year. Wrapping fan presents were a few weeks before Christmas. Birthday pic was in 2014. So come again? We're in 2016.

WOW! You really must love my blog because you seem to keep coming back, anon lol. Yes, the pics are from 2014, I never said they weren’t. My point with the Christmas polaroid was that Karlie was there for the entire Swiftmas project, which was very important to Taylor and the fans. Not to mention that Karlie most likely filmed multiple parts of the actual video. You can actually hear Karlie’s laugh at 1:46. I think you already knew all of this, but I just wanted to remind you of how domestic Kaylor is.

ANYWAYS! Now for the beach picture. Oh boy do I have some news to share with you, anon! You say that Taylor was with her parents? That is incorrect and I have some very good proof to back it up. Here’s an article that you might fancy reading:

I’m assuming you have time to read it because you are always on my blog 😊

But if you really need me to make this more simple, here is a direct and important quote that I think you should read:

 “…and so it was, on a muggy afternoon in New York, as the city began to empty for the long Memorial Day weekend, that I sat in Bubby’s - a homemade-pie-specialising dining institution, defending the American table and stealing recipes from Grandma - in Tribeca, and waited….And how she had just been away with Karlie Kloss and what a “completely awesome” human being she is, and how she wanted the chopped chicken salad (’without the tomatoes’).”

This took place a few days prior to Memorial Day weekend. The picture that Taylor posted ( was posted on April 21, 2014. During this time she had about a three month break from the RED tour before she had to go on the Asia leg of the tour, which began on May 30, 2014. (RED Tour schedule here: That being said, Taylor took a vacation (somewhere tropical obviously) for 2-4 weeks to enjoy her mini break off of the tour with Karlie. 

The cool thing about the article is that it came from Vogue, and the cool thing about Vogue is that they are always Kaylor af. Surely you know about the whole Kaylor photoshoot, but I am more than happy to link both the article and the video for you! 😊

Not to mention that Taylor has at least one of the pictures from the photoshoot framed and on a shelf in her LA home, but let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here! 

This is also the very same Vogue that did Taylor’s most recent shoot. In the interview she indirectly spoke highly of her relationship. Taylor contradicted everything that tayvin is just by calling it “low-key.’ Her statement was loud and klear, she is happy with Karlie.

ALSO, the birthday was a pretty big deal for this reason:

I don’t even need to explain that further. That right there is #goals. 

ONE LAST THING. You seem to keep making the point that all of these events happened in 2014 and now it is 2016. I just wanted to go ahead and give you a round of virtual applause now for being able to keep up with what year it is! Good job! Anyways, all of this stopped because of Kissgate. The debate as to whether they actually kissed that night or not is still in question, but it’s irreverent at this point. The reason why Kissgate is such a big deal is because Taylor almost outed her relationship with Karlie, which she was not ready to do what so ever. Now, many Tayvins like to blame the lack of public Kaylor appearances on the Kaylors themselves. Don’t even get me started with that bullshit because a small fandom does not have that much power over celebrities. Taylor and Karlie are very much in the closet (pretty sure they’ve found Narnia by now)  and their relationship is truly the epitome of low-key.

That’s all I am going to say for now. I just wanted to thank this anon for giving me the opportunity to be able to explain all of this, it’s always a treat! Also huge thanks to @taytaysbeard for the wonderful links and also thank you to @kaylornation for the Kissgate tag. Toodaloo!

Prompts: Quotes (Part 1)

Send in a number with a character and who you would want to say the quote and (optional) what you would like to happen. You can send as many prompts as you want! Have Fun!

  1. “Are you having any fun yet?”
  2. “I’ve seen more places than I can name and over time they all start to look the same.”
  3. “Now is not the time for modesty!”
  4. “You broke your promise.”
  5. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
  6. “I just need some time.”
  7. “You were wrong about me.“
  8. "You sure like the color black, don’t you?”
  9. “I have excellent posture and good hair. Why wouldn’t you want to marry me?”
  10. “Why are you making such a big deal about this?”
  11. “Say you miss me. Even if it’s a lie. Just say it, please.”
  12. “ Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.”
  13. “I came here to kick your ass, but I have to admit, You have a really nice ass.”
  14. “There’s a pistol in the locker on the other side of the room. Hurry!”
  15. “Everything you’re running from is in your head.”
  16. “Nah, I’m not freaking out, I’m Chill.”
  17. “So you taught your parrot to bark?”
  18. “You grabbed the wrong one.”
  19. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.”
  20. “You have no idea how lucky you are.”
  21. “I’m here… . Where are you?”
  22. “This was supposed to be my day!”
  23. “All I wanted to do was to was to save the universe!”
  24. “Was it your brilliant idea to give him all that sugar?”
  25. “That’s positively gelatinous!”
  26. “Your freckles are a genetically engineered code.”
  27. “I just lost a month’s worth of progress.”
  28. “No more of this! No more!”
  29. “Unfortunately, It is rocket science.”
  30. “I’m going to nope right out of here.”
  31. “If you leave, I will freak.”
  32. “That story sucked.”
  33. “Well, It’s the thought that counts.”
  34. “Call it. Heads or tails?”
  35. “I carried the picture with me everywhere. It was a reminder not to get too close to anyone.”
  36. “I think I’d love you if I didn’t hate you so much.”
  37. “Good luck out there. You’ll need it.”
  38. “Sometimes, you just have to laugh.”
  39. “I hate you least.”
  40. “I miss you. God, I do. And I can’t help but wonder if you miss me too.”
  41. “Stop.”
  42. “A little heads up next time.”
  43. “Pleasant and tired are not words I would use to describe her at the same time.”
  44. “Deep meditation doesn’t solve everything you know.”
  45. “No. Not you.”
  46. “Let them do their weird thing!”
  47. “Can we just … pretend that never happened? Please?”
  48. “Have you ever been homesick for a place you know you hate?”
  49. “I … think … I’m sorry.”
  50. “What did you want me to take away from this again?”
  51. “Yes, this is a competition! It’s always a competition!”
  52.  “I don’t expect you to believe me when I say this, but thank you.”
  53. “You were supposed to stay in the past. I left you there for a reason.”
  54. “You ever just miss something with everything you have?”
  55. “I don’t want to leave. This place feels more like home than home ever did.”
  56. “Now is a good time to shut up, yes.”
  57. “Is there an actual reason you have to disagree with everything I say or do you just take pleasure from having me cringe?”
  58. “I wish I could say I didn’t see that coming.”
  59. “Yes sitting on the floor is comfortable. No, I don’t need a chair. Thanks for you concern, though.”
  60. “Are you having any fun yet?”
  61. “Why do you come here, when you know I get troubled enough?”
  62. “Sometimes … You make a mistake. You’ve got two choices: you live with it, or you fix it.”
  63. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
  64. “Nobody’s tomorrow is guaranteed, right?”
  65. “I got kidnapped. By this guy. He wasn’t good at it.”
  66. “Maybe I am a monster. I don’t think I’d know if I were one.”
  67. “I don’t want you to have to stay loyal to someone that you probably don’t have a future with.”
  68. “I like my coffee as black and as bitter as my soul.”
  69. “You never think of anyone but yourself!”
  70. “I needed someone, and you were a safe choice, and that wasn’t fair to you, I’m sorry.”
  71. “On a scale of one to ten, how likely is it that this gets us arrested?”
  72. “I call you at two o’clock in the morning just to hear you voice and you answer ‘who’s this?’?!”
  73. “I’ve been hurt before, but not like this. Never like this. You’re the only one who’s ever been able to hurt me like this.”
  74. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on. And I have to be okay with.”
  75. “You’re as bad at flirting as Anakin Skywalker in Episode 2.”
  76.  “We make the perfect couple. We’re both rude, we both piss people off, and we’re both hated by basically everyone.”
  77. “I wish you loved me as much as you loved that dog.”
  78. “Man, I wish my life was as easy as you make yours seem.”
  79. “I don’t know why you’re surprised. Betrayal never comes from an enemy.”
  80. “Wow. That’s attractive.”
  81. “Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
  82. “Are you sure Pottermore sorted you into Ravenclaw? You’re kinda stupid.”
  83. “Did you know it’s illegal to put everyone in Central Park under mind control?”
  84. “Wow … hmmm … fake boyfriend … I’ll have to ponder that one …”
  85. “You’re lucky I’m tired because if I was fully awake  I would have already shoved you off this roof .”
  86. “You’re pretty happy for a dead man.”
  87. “If end up strangling you to death one day and show a jury every pun you’ve ever told me, they wouldn’t convict me.”
  88. “Stop laughing and help me out of the trash can. I think my foot is stuck in a coffee cup.”
  89. “Look, I love you and all, but I’m not getting arrested for you.”
  90. “Give me one good reason why I should let you buy a cart full of fireworks.”
  91. “The whole town does not need to see you falling off my balcony, leave
  92. “What are you doing in my house, you dork? How did you even get in here?”
  93. “If you don’t let me in that room he’s going to die, and then me and you are going to have a problem. Understand?”
  94. “You know, maybe running two miles with a sprained ankle wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.”
  95. “That can literally be used as a Frisbee. You’re not allowed to make pancakes anymore.”
  96. “I don’t care if you panic, just panic quietly.”
  97. “It’s 2am and you’re deciding you want to go on an adventure now?”
  98. “You know, looking back now. I realized that could have gone a whole lot better.”
  99. “You don’t look half bad for a dead man.”
  100. “It’s amazing watching your ego. If it gets any bigger we won’t need a car, we’ll just hang on to you and float wherever we need to go.”


I will also like to credit these amazing blogs for the prompts:

@lazy-writing-prompts @awritingpromptaday @writing-promts-otp @allwritewithyou @creativepromptsforwriting @ourwritingprompts @unblockingwritersblock  @writeaboutnowblr @hourlywritingprompts

Thank you!

Also, I have a couple of requests that I have to do, so sorry if it takes a bit. I am working on another part of this, but don’t expect it to come so quickly.

Dignified Behaviour

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word count: 1847

Characters: Edmund x reader, Caspian, the Pevensie siblings

Warnings: Caspian being overprotective, Edmund being jealous

Summary: Caspian’s overprotectiveness of you makes Edmund jealous.

If there was one thing Edmund had learned about being a King of Narnia, it was that he was supposed to act with dignity.

It was a difficult thing to learn. He still felt like a child- he was still a child. Children were not known for their awe-inspiring composure.

Still, when he got pulled into Narnia for the second time, he thought he had mastered it. He remembered growing up as Narnia’s king so vividly, and slipping back into the person he had been then was second nature.

Despite the dangers of the Telmarines and the ruin that Narnia had become, he was enjoying himself. He had missed this so much.


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Lesson Learned [EdmundxF!Reader] [One-Shot] [Request]

Combining tow requests into one one-shot, because they fit each other really well ^^

This is from @xpurplehair:

Hi! Can I request a One-Shot with Edmund in the Golden Age where reader is really good friends with Peter, and he usually teaches her how to sword-fight, but one day he makes Edmund teach her bc reasons and they end up confessing their feelings? Sorry if it’s kind of stupid hehe

This is from MarvelGal [Quotev]:

Hey can I get an Edmund one shot. Maybe a little jealousy. Ed could feel jealous about the Reader and Peter hanging out a lot. I also would like to use this in one of my future stories.

Sorry this took so long I hope you like it! :3

[If you enjoy my writing, feel free to request something when requests are open! ^^]

Lesson Learned

Fic Summary: Everybody had some lessons to learn, be it to back off for a while or to finally confess something.

Word Count: 2,4k

Warnings: None

“Oh come on (y/n), you can do better than that!” Peter yelled while swinging his sword at the (h/c) haired girl again, who barely managed to dodge it.

“Maybe I could. But not after hours of training. I could use a break, Pete.” she panted.

“You don’t get any breaks in a real battle.”

“Yes, I do. There are respites. And in wars there are breaks to bury the dead on each side. And–”

“Alright, alright, I get it. At least you pay attention during the strategy lessons from Oreius.” he sighed and sheathed his sword, stretching his arms above his head and making his back pop. 

“I suppose it is getting rather late. Let’s head back to the castle and get something to eat.”

“Finally!” she shouted in glee, throwing her sword and it’s sheath down to the ground and sprinting towards the warmly glowing castle in the distance.

“Wow. She sure can move when she really wants to.” Peter mumbled to himself while picking up the dropped sword and following after her. 

He caught up with her in the hallway leading to the dining hall.

“Heading straight for the food, huh?”

“You’ve been draining me for 5 hours straight now, so yes." 

"Hey, I’m just trying to teach you something to keep you alive on a battlefield.”

“I know and I’m thankful for it, but you’re overdoing it a bit, Peter.”

“How so?”

She stopped and turned to look at him with raised brows. 

“Seriously? I can’t remember the last time I could get up after sunrise or the last time I went to bed without sore muscles.” she accused with a pout.

“Well of course. You’re learning something entirely new, the start to that is always difficult. Besides, you should be glad you’re teacher is the best swordsman there is.” he answered, smirking confidently.

“You’re good. Really good.” she agreed. “But not the best. Not even the best in this castle, I’d wager.”

“Oh really? Who do you think could beat me then?”

She simply grinned and leaned to the left, looking past him. He turned around and immediately wanted to slap himself. He’d walked right into that one. He wouldn’t admit it, but there really was someone who could beat him a sword fight easily.

“Did you two only come back now?” Edmund questioned when he reached them, a frown on his face. 

“Yeah, this guy likes to work me to the bone. But as the best he has the right to do so, huh Pete?” she quipped, trying not to laugh.

“I hate you sometimes, do you know that?” the blond king grumbled.

“Naw, I love you, too.” she chuckled, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

“So Ed, you want to come with us and raid the kitchen?” she asked, directing her smile towards the younger brother, who looked like he was biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood.

“No thanks. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” he coldly stated before rushing past them and heading towards his own room.

“What’s up with him?” (y/n) questioned genuinely confused, more so to herself than the young man next to her. 

“No idea…” Peter stated, just as confused as her. 

“But I’m sure he’ll tell you when he wants to. After all, you’re his best friend.”

“No, you’re my best friend.” she corrected.

“Then what’s my brother? Hot air?”

“Well… He is a really good friend… But it would be great if he was more…” she mumbled quietly, the last part so incoherent only she herself could understand it.

“What was that?” Peter asked.

“Nothing! Let’s just go eat!” she quickly said, grabbing his arm and pulling him along.

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Second German Interview with James for Cosmopolitan Germany.
Translation: Enjoy :-)

Now Honestly, James McAvoy

Every month, Cosmopolitan Editor Melanie Jassner talks to men we really like. This time she talks to James McAvoy about Magic.

Even though, the Scot, James McAvoy 35, is one of the most versatile actors Hollywood, he has lately been showing another side, as badass and Action Hero (like in Wanted, Filth or X-Men). Now, almost seven years after Atonement, he returns back to the cinemas with an emotional movie; “The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby” (from 27.11). The Story tells about a New York couple, Eleanor and Connor (Jessica Chastain and James McAvoy) deeply in love, and due to tragic circumstances, their love is put to the test.                       
We meet in a New Yorker Hotel, in a suite in the 41st Floor. McAvoy, who´s talent of speech is praised by directors, speaks with a distinctive Scottish accent. In the Meantime he rubs his bright blue eyes:” I am so sorry, yesterday was the Premier party and I only slept two hours last night.”

Cosmopolitan:   Mister McAvoy, everyone who saw Atonement knows you are just made for romantic roles; nonetheless you waited seven years before you took another romantic part in a movie. Why?

The roles I was offered were no good. I love sentimental romantic movies. They trigger the same feelings as a love song: you want to cry but at the same time feel comforted, because you know that other people go through the same thing.

Cosmopolitan:   What was so special in “The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby” that you decided to take the part?

The manner, how the movie treated the theme of love.  It is honest but at the same time poetic. Love is often complicated. Sometimes you hurt each other, even if you love the other so much. That happened to Eleanor and Connor. You feel the two are meant for each other, but they still drift apart. Why that is, you learn at the end. But at the same time the tragic resonates with something magical.

Cosmopolitan:   What is magical for you?

Something you can’t explain rationally.  Like a spark which touches you deep inside, in very different stages. I, for example, find it fascinating, that you can meet certain people and feel an attraction which you can´t explain. The special thing is, those magical moments usually happen when you least expect them.

Cosmopolitan:   When was your last little magical moment?

This morning, when I achieved to get out of bed after only two hours of sleep. (laughs) Now seriously: When shooting “Eleanor Rigby” I even had two.  Firstly: There is one scene where Jessica and I are kissing in New York Park at night.  Suddenly, fireflies start whirring around us; In the middle of New York.  (At this point McAvoy want to know what Firefly means in German- “Glühwürmchen”. He pronounces the word immediately error-free, despite the two “Üs”.)

Cosmopolitan:   And the Second one?

Jessica and I talked in a shooting break about our favourite actor. Mine is Sam Rockwell. Without word of a lie, a minute later we saw Sam Rockwell on the other side of the street. I said: “Oh my God”. Jessica:”Let´s say Hello”. I said:”No”. She then grabbed me by my arm and pulled me across the street till we stood in front of him. Jessica:”Tell him”. I said:”You´re my favourite actor”. Sam replied in his deep voice:” Oh that´s great. Thanks”. That was for me a magical New York moment. This is a magical city. Something can happen any minute.

Cosmopolitan:  But not in London where you live?

You have to search much more. The Problem with these magical moments are, through our normal daily routine we don’t have the time or the senses to detect them.

Cosmopolitan:  As a Hollywood do you have a normal Daily routine? You certainly have somebody who cleans cooks and does your grocery shopping…..

No, as far as that’s concerned I am down to earth. The reason is that I have been working as an actor for the last 19 years and slowly being able to live upon it. My brain has had the chance to adapt to my career. The danger of being conceited was never an issue. I found the time between movies takes to pay my bills, fix the roof if necessary, cook…

Cosmopolitan:  You really cook at home?

Yes and I like to. Before my acting career I worked as a baker’s trainee. When I am in New York I always visit my favourite coffee shop “Babycakes” on the Lower Eastside and buy myself a Donut. My wife does the baking that´s not my thing, but I like to cook especially stews.

Cosmopolitan:  So you are not only a great actor you are also a great husband.

I have many sides! (laughs) Sometime I am just a Daddy and sometimes I feel like a Teenager. I grew up with my grandparents. Whenever I visited them I always saw the child in me, even now at 35. My wife always says:”You doing it again, you are acting like a Teenager”.  Then I realise it myself and have to laugh about it. It´s amazing that, depending on who you are with, you change into a different version of yourself.

Cosmopolitan:  I read somewhere you were considering to be a Missionary.

Yes, but not because I am a strict catholic, but because it seemed at the time the best idea to travel around the world. Suddenly my luck with women changed which was not the case beforehand. I enjoyed it so much that I definitely didn’t want to live in celibate. So I stayed in Glasgow and studied acting.

Cosmopolitan:  And then you played into the hearts of even more woman. Isn’t it hard to stay faithful?

James (laughs) Well, I have a wife, so I am monogamic. My heart also belongs to my son and my grandparents. As far as my friends are concerned, I am not so gracious with my feeling. This is a result of getting older. I found out that my energy is finite.

Cosmopolitan:   Even though, you sometimes feel like a Teenager?

Yes, but it´s only for a short period of time. With the birth of my son, four years ago, my light-heartedness completely flew out of the window, but that´s a good thing. I don’t want to be as jaunty as I was before. Sometimes it´s important that some worries give you sleepless nights. The only thing, which makes me sad is, the older you get the more careful and pragmatic you get. I never use to think about boundaries, everything was possible, but with age comes the fear, which says: Life is terminal.

Cosmopolitan:  That´s the reason you should try to live as many magical moments as possible. Right?

Definitely! You have to make some space. When I played in “The Chronicles of Narnia” I use the free time between takes to run by myself, from the East to the West coast. That was so liberating and unique. Of course, you can go to the cinema to experience Magic, but for me it happens in real life. Movies are here to remind you what an incredible place our world is. When we watch movies or listen to music, we are able to pause the time for a moment, to see ourselves. They are Magic- Triggers.

Cosmopolitan:  De La Soul sings in a song: “Three is a magic number”.  Do you also have a number that has a special meaning for you?

Yes, 27. It´s not as if being 27 was the best year of my life, but for some unusual reason the number has a good flair.

Cosmopolitan:  What can you do now well, that you couldn´t do with 27?

Let things go. You learn that with the job. You can be rejected as an actor even when you are successful.  Besides, for every positive criticism there is always someone who hates you. I am used to be rejected und just say to myself: “Who cares”. Saying Goodbye has always been hard for me.

Cosmopolitan:   In which context?

For some reason it ´s really hard for me to say goodbye to another person. I don’t know why, I think it lies in the Family. I try to prolong this moment as long as possible, but causes even more suffering.

Cosmopolitan: In “The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby” it´s also about being able to submerge, become invisible.  Is there a moment where you want to be invisible?

At Award ceremonies when I am nominated but don’t win.  Or at a movie premiere when I, for the first time, watch it with an audience and realize: “Oh F*** that movie really sucks”.  The lights go on and the audience applaud and I just think:” Oh my God I gotta get outta here, now.”  It would be great to be invisible in moments like that.

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This Time: Do you have any musical talent?
I use to play the guitar and the piano. In Drama School I also was in the choir and sung Baritone, and I wasn´t too bad. But honestly, the last time I sang was 14 years ago.

Meant to Be Yours, Chapter 5

After Henry has a nightmare, Regina realizes something important about his history and his connection to her.

For @wishesonfallenstars who requested Henry calling Regina his mom for the first time, and for Henry to have another nightmare and for Regina to be there to comfort him. For @miladylocksley who asked for more of this verse :)

Note: Neither Robin nor Roland appear in this chapter; however, in the next chapter Robin will make his entrance into the story, and become more than a passing mention. :)

Previous chapters of Meant to Be Yours can be found HERE.

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Who would have thought writer’s block could bear a name?

Love, you are the air between my lungs and you— you are collapsing every sliver thought I am trying to ink. Whenever I try to condense my intricate thoughts into a single idea, my neurons transmits nothing but lumpish, worn out analogies and exhausted metaphors that have been salvaged a thousand different times. The only thing that spills down from my pen are flowers and stars and creases that form in your forehead when you smile and how much I would like to lose myself in the constellations your irises consists and it is abominable. This gloaming prose, this naïve-ish symbolism and juvenile poetry that cascades from me is not me. I’m no Lang Leav, nor Michael Faudet, nor Sarah Kay, but I like to think that I am somehow okay. I feel so young but in the best way. It’s because you opted to stay though I brought you pain several times and pushed you to the limit; you are changing everything I thought I knew about love. I clasp myself absentmindedly meandering to visions of a space convenient, shoebox alike apartment somewhere and furniture shopping and being able to see your skin crinkle when I opened the blinds. It is not my thing, I am not that type and that is startling and stupendous because nobody has ever been so serious about me and I think that maybe, baby, someday I’d like to be 80 with you.

You—you are too many similes and metaphors that reverberates the same, but each time I stumble upon them, I somehow manage to find something I haven’t read before. You are open doors and patient arms with a voice like lullaby that resonates in the darkest corners of my mind. You are equilibrium that does not require balance and a love so deep I could swim for all time’s sake and maybe that’s why I am drowning; because all I ever really learned to do is dog paddle because it is the basic swimming technique that I remembered when I was ten, back when I still have a swim coach. But you are so forbearing and stoical. Anyone else would have quit on me by now, you could have been gone by now but you did the opposite. The idea of forever has always terrified me but the words you kept telling me each dusk and dawn passes by, they make me think that they are real and maybe they are you. I adore you. I am in awe of you. I beg your pardon for using such meager words that will never do suffice of what I feel. My impotence is delinquent but I am trying my best, and I think I would rather puke these stuck clichés than return to the world of monochrome I lived in before I even took a glimpse in your soul. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you to the moon and back and every planet, stardust, galaxies in between. I love you to the Narnia and back because Narnia is somewhere the people cannot determine where and that explains my love for you—an unknown extent: immense and vast.  You are my coffee that I always drink in the early hazy hours of human life—a bittersweet taste I will never get tired of. You are the reason between my shaken knee and the leaves to my tree. And every rhyme I have yet to write but already addicted with it. I want to clamor at the seventh street that always reminds me of you or somewhere randomly of this love that leaves me sickening butterflies in my filthy ribs and blasting fireworks in the mound of flesh inside my chest. My love, I have injected prosaic in my veins and oddly, I felt joy as I do. This composition might be distressing but my heart is soaring. To be blocked has never been hospitable ever before than when it fills my heart, mind, soul and bloodstreams with your name, so baby, come here. Take off your jacket and make yourself comfortable.