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Dare I say we need more Caspian x Reader fics 👀
Hello again… sorry may I have a caspian x reader when the reader after the event of the second movie decided to stay in narnia. She was a friends of Susan. In the beginning she was auxious and sceptic Al about narnia but after she felt like she belong. Caspian and reafer are so soft for each other
'One Morning in Castle Telmarine' - Prince Caspian x Reader
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Morning light has already started to thread through your windows by the time you wake up. By schoolboy standards, you’re an early riser, narrowly beating out the crowing roosters, but in Narnia, you’re practically behind schedule. There are many things in Narnia that you’re still getting used to, like the fine brocade of the clothing or the talking animals, but this is an obvious change too. Since there’s no electric lighting, all your daily tasks must be done in the early hours, while there’s still good daylight for working. Maybe you’re just newfangled, but no matter how many candles you light, it’s still no match for one of Edison’s bulbs.
It’s not like this was anyone’s choice but yours, though. You were the one who came over from England with your friends, the Pevensies, and you were the one who decided to stay behind when they went back home again. Half the time, you can hardly believe you actually did it; left home for good, abandoned your timeline and reality for a medieval dream that wasn’t even supposed to be yours, but for better or worse, the choice was made. There’s no unmaking what you’ve done.
Your friends had been stunned at first, when they found out you didn’t intend to return to the modern day. Susan in particular has been your friend since you were quite small, but even she couldn’t read your mind this time. For her, the decision to go back to England was obvious. There was a future there, a family, the promise of growing up into a woman of importance. She thought you were joking at first, when you said you’d rather take your chances in Narnia. It wasn’t until you’d had the conversation a few times over that she realized you were being sincere, and even then, she didn’t seem certain that you were making the right choice.
In truth, not even you were sure that staying in Narnia is the right call. It hadn’t been something you were considering until the time came to go. Narnia had been fun to explore with your friends, and even though you risked danger going into battle with the Pevensies against the traitorous Telmarines, you had fought every battle with the assumption that you’d be going home at the end of it all.
It wasn’t until the fighting lulled, Prince Caspian restored to his rightful throne, when you started thinking about just what you would find when you went home. Although the bombings had stopped over London by the time you went to Narnia for the first time, your family’s business was having a hard time bouncing back, much like everyone else around you. Times were tough and seemed like they’d only get tougher. The strain on your family led to everyone snapping at each other more than usual. When you thought of returning, of leaving this bright, sunny place for the same dusty house you’d never grow out of, your stomach curdled. You hadn’t really wanted to stay in Narnia, but anywhere was better than the ghost town you’d left in the modern day.
So, you’d told your friends that you wanted to stick around. The five of you had already been urged to remain in Narnia by the friends you’d made, so you knew you wouldn’t be intruding. The only thing in your way was your own personal doubts. Sure, it was better than struggling to earn enough in recuperating England, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was going to be good. After all, your main experience in Narnia featured power disputes and bloody wars with arrows being shot at your head. Even in a time of peace, living in this land forever was completely foreign to you, and you still weren’t sold on the credibility of the others around you since you hadn’t known them as long as the Pevensies. For all you know, they could have only been playing nice while the True Kings and Queens of Narnia were around, and once they left, they wouldn’t care less about you.
However, as time would tell, that wasn’t the case. True to their word, the residents of the Telmarine Castle welcomed you as one of their own, and treated you with all the respect and honor they had before. You made friends among the scholars and courtiers of the castle, but there’s no one you’re closer to than Caspian himself. At first, he’s almost shy around you, rigid with formality, but over time his guard drops and his genuine self starts to show through. Soon enough, you spend a lot of time talking together, to the point where the rest of the castle assumes that if they see one of you, the other is not far behind.
You smile to yourself, dragging your body out of bed at last and preparing yourself for the day at hand. You have a role as an advisor of sorts in the castle, chosen for the time you’d spent with the Pevensies as well as your modern perspective. You settled into the position well, and have led the castle to success with diplomatic affairs as well as domestic matters. You weren’t sure that you would have any idea how to guide the proceedings of the castle, but you’re able to talk things over with the other members of Caspian’s cabinet and entourage to come to the best decisions together. It’s a challenge, but a good one, and it’s given you enough purpose to avoid boredom.
Not that you could ever be bored in Narnia, not really. It seems there’s always a hundred things to do; catch up on political proceedings, check out the seemingly endless collection of tomes and scrolls in the castle library, meet with your friends for a meal or pleasant afternoon, stroll the grounds, take up swordfighting lessons, or ride out by horseback to the rolling hills and forests around you. You may have been hesitant when you first decided to stay in Narnia, but you couldn’t be happier about your choice now. Sometimes, you wish that you could see Susan and the others again to tell them about the fun you’re having, but you know that some doors must remain closed. Besides, the Pevensies would understand. They had their lifetimes in Narnia, they know the thrills this world has to offer, and although days come when you miss your friends more than anything, you’re happy enough in Narnia to stem off the worst of the homesickness.
After getting ready for the new day, you step out of your quarters at last. Rich tapestries drape across the stone walls of the corridors, damping the chill of the rock and depicting the glorious history and mythology of Narnia. You smile as you pass one showing Susan and Peter, crowned in gold and sitting on their thrones in the old Cair Paravel. No, your friends may not be physically at your side, but that doesn’t mean you’re without them forever.
You step down a twisting staircase and make your way to the main floor for a light breakfast. You’re almost to the great hall to eat with the rest of the court when an arm darts out of a side hall, wrapping quickly around yours and pulling you down the narrow passageway. At first, you’re startled, but your surprise immediately melts away when you see the face of your would-be assailant.
“Caspian,” you exclaim, “You startled me!”
The prince laughs, his dark hair shaking as he does. “It’s getting harder and harder to catch you off guard these days. I have to take my chances when I get them.”
You sigh, fighting and failing to keep the good humor from your face upon seeing him. “Or, you could just greet me face to face like the rest of your court. I’m not sure why you feel the need to startle me. It can’t be proper.”
“Proper?” Caspian asks, eyebrows raising. “When I first met you, you held a sword to my throat. I’m not sure you’re the one to talk to me about propriety.”
Your face heats up as you remember that day. When you and the Pevensies had been suddenly brought back to Narnia, you’d been making your way through the forest when you were accosted by Caspian, who had made a bold introduction by attempting to duel Peter. In a rush to defend your friend, you’d joined in, refusing to lift your blade from Caspian’s direction until Peter made sense of the situation. At the time, you’d only known Caspian as someone trying to hurt Peter, but Caspian found the whole thing quite amusing and has naturally refused to let you forget it. For someone of such political importance, he seems quite delighted by the thought that you’d been so willing to challenge him. He’d never brought up Peter’s involvement in the forest duel, either, just you, as if the most pressing memory of that day wasn’t his encounter with the mythical Pevensies but the moment he first crossed paths with you.
“You’ll never let that go, will you?” You ask, trying to regain control over the conversation.
Caspian’s smile is broad and self-satisfied. “I fail to see a reason why I should.”
“I fail to see a reason why you should be trying to scare me so early in the morning. Have you been waiting around for me to walk by so you could jump out and startle me? How long have you been here? I’m sure the rest of your cabinet has pressing matters to discuss with you,” you say, pointedly looking anywhere but at Caspian. If you were to meet his eyes again, you’re fairly sure your grin would become ridiculous.
“I am talking to my advisors,” Caspian says, absentmindedly reaching out a hand to straighten your collar. His fingers linger against the base of your throat for a heartbeat longer than explainable, then quickly dart away again. “I’m speaking to you, aren’t I?”
All of a sudden, you feel much too visible here, just off the well-beaten path of a central corridor. Anyone could see you here– and what would they see, anyway, but the prince far too close to you than royal etiquette should allow, and you, giggling over him, unable to make yourself step away even though you know better. Simultaneously, you feel that the world exists only of you and Caspian, and the sure knowledge that someone is watching. The solitude and sense of surveillance seem to twist in your mind, forward and back like a rocking chair, until you manage to get a hold of yourself again and turn away.
“We should go,” you say, making direct eye contact with the floor. “The others will be expecting us to breakfast soon.”
“Right,” Caspian says hastily. “Of course. See, this is why I need you, Y/N. How else would I stay focused?”
“You need me?” You ask, half laughing. “You’ve only known me for a few months, Caspian. What were you doing in the time before that?”
“Waiting for you,” Caspian says below his breath, almost too soft for you to hear. When you turn back to confirm that you heard him correctly, he’s already moving, offering you his arm so he can escort you down the hall. “You’re right, as always. Breakfast it is.”
The fabric of his shirtsleeve is soft beneath your fingertips, warmed by the skin beneath. You try to keep your breathing steady as Caspian walks you to the double doors of the great hall, as if there were nothing at all unusual about the prince and soon to be king of the castle walking so closely with one of his advisors, with you. When you enter the hall, you’re certain everyone must be staring at you, that they must feel the tidal wave of emotions coursing through you as strongly as you do, but conversation carries on as normal and it’s as if nothing happened at all. Everyone rises when Caspian sits at the table, as per custom, but soon enough everyone is seated again and the bubble of chatter envelopes you again.
Caspian makes a point of offering you the seat to his right, but he’s distracted by the appearance of the captain of the guard with an update on the night’s watch, and in the meantime, another advisor sitting one to your other side leans over to speak with you. This is a man called Narla, who’d been brought to the castle from the southeast ports for his strength with trade negotiations. He’s about your age, if a little older, but he’s always been friendly to you, and you find that your political views tend to align with his more often than not.
“Have you had time to think about that Rhilustan’s proposition?” Narla asks by way of introduction. It’s something you appreciate about the man, his directness. You were worried that the other courtiers would sense your new arrival to their field of study and attempt to trick you or otherwise use their experience to their advantage, but Narla always gets to the point, never one to let prestige or past history get in the way of good decisionmaking.
He refers to a deal that had been suggested to Caspian’s council yesterday, where certain trade routes would receive more security from Caspian’s soldiers in exchange for increased traffic with more remote townships. Caspian had heard arguments in that session, but he’s taking time to think before he makes his final decision.
You tilt your head to the side, considering this. “I hear his point, it is risky to send large merchant parties on more isolated roads, but we’re still rebuilding our armies after Miraz’s deception. If it’s a choice between sending our guards to protect entire villages or a few wealthy trading parties, well, I think we have better priorities.”
Narla laughs, and over your shoulder you see Caspian take a sharp glance in his direction. “Don’t say that around Calacni’s supporters, you know how strongly he favors the merchant guilds. Still, I can’t say I disagree. It does seem a big commitment to send troops for the sake of a few extra nodes in the network. If I could counter, I’d ask if you thought it was worthwhile to send more troops only to give the impression to neighboring countries that we had nothing to fear and we had no concerns with limitations on the size of our army.”
You nod, thinking this through. “Not a bad point. The last thing we want to do is hint at a potential weakness so soon after a major battle for the throne. It must be made clear that the crown is not in any danger of toppling.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Narla taps the table emphatically, not too far from where your own hand sits, thumbing at the spirals carved into your glass. Caspian had been in the midst of a conversation with his guard, but you see him send the man away, and all of a sudden his hand appears on the table next to yours as well.
You open your mouth to respond, but Caspian beats you to it, increasing his volume so Narla has no chance but to hear. “I hate to cut off this no doubt splendid conversation, but Y/N and I must get going. We have, uh, the meeting to get to.”
Narla looks confused, but Caspian is already standing, holding out his hand to you. You, of course, have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about, but there’s a beseeching look in Caspian’s eyes that makes you play along. “Of course,” you say, “The meeting. That one.”
Caspian nods, looking oddly pleased with himself as you take the offered hand, standing up beside him. “That’s the one. We’ll see you later, Narla,” he says, and doesn’t let go of your hand until the two of you are back in the corridor again.
You arch a brow at Caspian as soon as you’re out of earshot of any listening nobles. “What was that about? As far as I was aware, we didn’t have any meetings together until the discussions on Rhilustan later today, and Narla would be there for that, too.”
Caspian’s jaw twitches at the mention of Narla. “Oh, I’m sure there was a meeting. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten, Y/N.”
You fight a smile at the look on Caspian’s face. “It would appear I have forgotten. Do me a favor and remind me what it’s about, would you?”
Caspian lifts a shoulder expressively. “Oh, you know. The usual.”
“The usual?” You ask. “Like what?”
“Court matters,” Caspian says vaguely, “Maybe trade.”
“Trade?” You ask, intentionally keeping your voice light and blameless. “Well, maybe we ought to go back and invite Narla. You know his perspective is quite valuable in mercantile matters.”
Caspian is unable to hide a deep furrow of his brow at the name. “No, I don’t think that’s necessary. It would be better, just the two of us.”
“Just us,” you say as Caspian leads you into a courtyard. The morning sun continues to climb the sky above you, and the birds sing sweetly as you pass rows of flowering vines and trees. “I like the sound of that.”
At last, a soft smile returns to Caspian’s face. “I do too.”
You take a seat on a nearby bench, Caspian beside you. “You have nothing to fear from Narla, you know,” you add presently. “My interest in him is strictly professional.”
Caspian turns to face you, entirely transfixed on the next words coming from your mouth. “Oh? Would there be someone else you had other interests in?”
“Yes,” you say simply, looking over at him. “I would say there is.”
With that, you get up, beginning to walk back through the courtyard to return to the main halls of the castle. Caspian bounds up, hastening to your side. “Who?” He asks, suddenly breathless. “Who is it?”
You consider waiting longer to make him suffer, but decide to end his misery soon enough. “You, Caspian. I have my interest in you.”
A smile spreads across Caspian’s face, as warm as the day enfolding around you. Yes, you decide to yourself. Yes, you have made the right choice after all. Yes, you were right to stay, if nothing else than for this.
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Love to finally see someone writing caspian!! This fandom desperately needed this
Anyway if your wanting or accepting requests can u do a reader being either jealous when he’s with Hanna and/or comforting him after finding out Hanna’s lying
Just an idea it you want it no pressure if you aren’t taking requests or just don’t vibe with the idea 😊
Boy you make me Jealous!
CW: Suggestive content.
A/N:Thanks for the request! And I'm sorry for taking such a longggg time I'm kind of a slow writter.😅😅 Anyways I hope I fulfilled your request.❤️
-I don't know Caspian, she feels weird -You remember your words exactly, word by word. That was your answer when Caspian asked you what you thought about his new ‘friend’ Hanna.
That came up during one of your conversations late at night at his house which were usual since you’ve been friends.
You could say you were two peas in a pot, you were always around each other and you loved to hang out at his place, even though most of the time you had to sneak in, since his parents didn't really like you for some reason, in fact you were pretty sure they hated you with all their heart. You really didn't understand why, because you hadn't done anything wrong, or had disrespected them, at least that you remember. But regardless of his parents opinions you two had developed a strong friendship that went beyond prohibitions.
You had always trusted each other and loved to hang out and do literally anything, from just talking to playing videogames together or reading comics. You had known each other for a fair amount of time and you had had to hide from his parents inside his closet an infinite amount of times. You loved him, and if you had to be honest with yourself, you didn't just love him, as a friend, along the time you had been friends you had developed a deep love for him rooted in your mutual understanding and trust and grown by those little actions that made your heart flutter. Maybe it was because of that you had despised Hanna from the first time you saw her.
You also remember that first time perfectly, as if it was yesterday. You were in class with Caspian, he, as always, was distracted and extremely bored. From time to time you shifted your gaze from the board to him, when he saw you he smiled at you, that smile that had you weak on your knees even though you were sitting, and then went back to looking aimlessly through the window. The time went by slowly in class and everyone looked exhausted, trying to make sense of a single word the teacher was saying. At some point through the unending speech the teacher was giving, she realised Caspian wasn't paying attention to her explanation and, like all teachers did, she decided to try to catch him by surprise. Poor innocent teacher, who thought she could give Caspian a lesson by making him fail a question about her explanation, bless her poor soul.
-So where does Pascal sit?-Asked the teacher with annoyance painted in her face, staring daggers at Caspian which made everyone turn to look at him. This time something caught your attention, he was no longer looking aimlessly through the window, this time he was looking at something in concrete, after straining a little bit to see what he was looking at, you managed to catch a glimpse of what had caught his attention. And you were… Stunned to say the least, so you had to double check, you got a better angle leaning backwards in the chair, but you had seen it right the first time, it was a girl. You squinted your eyes at her, while you watched how she interacted with Caspian, a look, a sign with the head, a smile. -Caspian?-The teacher insisted, seeing that he didn't respond. You knew Caspian would get the question right. And, he did, still looking through the window. After that he even explained why that was the correct answer at the petition of the teacher and, incredibly this time most students understood the explanation and hurried to copy his words into their notebook. Not you though, you wanted to see what he found so interesting about that girl so you two observed her as she walked through the corridor, long brown hair with a blue strand and honestly, there was nothing else remarkable about her.
While the class continued you repeated the interaction in your brain. It was weird, you have never seen Caspian so interested in someone, at least he had never shown that much interest in you in the beginning, in fact he had ignored you for a long time while you tried to approach him. At this you felt a pang in your chest, maybe she just was more interesting than you. Maybe she had something that caught his attention which you lacked. And for a moment you wished to be in the shoes of that girl, that girl that had caught Caspian's attention without having to approach him to be his friend, effortlessly. That girl that had nothing in special, and that looked so different from you…
You casted those thoughts away to a corner of your mind, after all they made no sense, it was just one interaction of a few seconds, that was all. You were Caspian's friend and you were ok with that, you loved spending time with him and you knew he valued you, you didn't need anything else. Right? And as you went back to your house with your skateboards sharing his earbuds which blasted his favourite song you swear you didn't.
But other times you weren't so sure. You were in class, bored as always, as you saw the time slowly pass, you sometimes wondered if the clock was broken, even though you saw the seconds hand constantly moving at a steady rhythm. At some point during the unfinishing speech the teacher was spilling. He chose to give you some mercy and announced a project, which would be done in pairs. As always you looked at Caspian searching for his complicity and Caspian whipped his head towards you as fast as you did smiling at you like you were plotting to blow up the whole high school. After the teacher allowed you to move your tables you were quick to position yours next to Caspian's, thankfully you sat next to each other every time you could, so your tables were already close. As you were about to start your brainstorming about the project you heard a voice. Hanna 's voice.
-Hello-She said in a tone that sounded like she was about to ask something from you. Sometimes you forgot that she had been assigned to your class(apparently the first time you had seen her had also been her first day at this highschool). When hearing her voice you saw how realization dawned on Caspian and his face morphed into one of worry. Hanna didn't know anyone of this class besides you two, so she probably didn't have a partner.-The teacher told me to pair with you Caspain-She said in a shy voice, that kind of voice you put when you're ashamed of what you asked.
-Yeah, no problem, she can probably partner up with someone else. Right?-He said your name softly but firmly, he knew what you thought about her and he didn't want you to be rude to her.
-Of course -You said forcing a smile. It wasn't her fault, the teacher had chosen for her. You tried to convince yourself you weren't being cast aside so she could do the project with Caspian, who apparently had caught her attention since day one as much as she had caught his. But it was ridiculous to think she would cast you aside without second thoughts. Right?
The seven types of Greek love, that was the theme of the project, even though you just had to talk about one of them. Eros, philia, storge, agape, ludus, pragma and philautia. You had to choose between those but no matter how much you tried to focus, your mind couldn't help but wonder to Caspian, which type of love would he want to pick? Maybe he wanted to talk about philautia, the love for oneself, or maybe about philia, the love towards your friends. Honestly you couldn't picture him wanting to talk about storge, family love… Or about Eros, at this thought you felt your cheeks get hot.
Then you remembered that Hanna would be the one talking with Caspian about all of this, and that she was the reason you had to pair up with a random person from your class, who probably despised you and had to bear with you because he had lost rock paper Scissors with their friends. And for a short and dumb moment you were mad at Hanna, for being so flawlessly good at enticing people, and for removing you from being Caspian's partner. After that initial pang of anger you realised how crazy you sounded, neither of those were her fault, and she didn't deserve to be hated. But, honestly that desire to be her was still gnawing at your brain in some lost corner, where you casted all these thoughts you didn't want to acknowledge.
Honestly, it was the first time you weren't spending your time in Caspian's house, that's what you thought as you sat in your house, waiting for your partner to arrive. You weren’t a person of habits, but it was weird, the thought of spending your whole evening with someone who wasn't him or your family. And once again you heard that little whisper from the back of your mind that said you should be working with Caspian, not waiting for someone that probably wouldn't do their part of the work, that voice that said Hanna was the villain of this story for leaving you in this situation. But as soon you set those thoughts aside as you heard the doorbell ring, signaling the start of your torture.
You sighed looking at the clock as you sent off your project ‘partner’. It was even worse than what you had thought, they just stared at their phone the whole evening and just told you to do whatever you saw fit without actually contributing to it, you wanted to smash something on their head but chose to pull through and just do the project alone. After all, if you want something well done, do it yourself.
You plopped down on the bed grabbing your phone and looking at the hour, not really sure if it was still a good time to pass by Caspian's house and say hi, maybe he had already finished the project as you had. Unlocking the phone you saw Caspian had messaged you a few hours before, curious you opened the messages and paled at the content.
You lived near Caspian's house so you got there within 10 minutes. And after sneaking in, as you had done many times, you sat down in Caspian's bed as he sat on his computers’ chair.
-So they scared her off-You said, curious about what happened.
-Yup-He said, you felt horrible for him, you could hear his exhaustion in his voice and his anger and sadness all at the same time, and you didn't understand why did he have such bad luck with his parents.-He pushed her and Hanna just ran off. I think she was scared, you know how it is-You held his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, trying to give him comfort and strength in that simple gesture.
-And what are you going to do with the project-You asked him, you knew how hard it was for him to talk about his family’s situation so you changed subject, trying to get it out of his mind so he could relax and focus on any other thing.
-I don't know-He said shrugging-I think I'll just do it on my own.-
-I can help you if you want-You offered.-I have already finished mine-He looked at you, hesitant to accept your help.
-I literally don't have anything-He said, not really wanting to put that extra workload on you.
-I won't accept a no for answer-You said smiling softly at him-Plus my parents will be working all night so I can stay to sleep over.-He smiled back at you, thankfull for your help and you started working on the project. You talked extensively about which kind of love you should choose and you had lots of fun even though both of you ended up sitting at the chair, which didn't appreciate the extra weight, while sharing an energy drink, what you would call a standard hang out for you two. When you finished the project, you were already giggling about anything and everything and, as always, ended up sleeping on the floor, since none of you wanted to be on the bed while the other had to sleep on the floor.
When you woke up with his alarm the next day you were a mess of tangled limbs with sheets while you tried to share a pillow. When you heard his moms steps you got up as soon as you could while he hazardly climbed to the bed with the sheets that had been tangled in the floor. When his mom came in you had to manage to halfheartedly hide in the closet while Caspian did his best act of an innocent and annoyed teenager, even though he didn't have to fake the second part, since his mom had just barged into his room without even knocking.
Ten minutes later you were in your bedroom, after having snuck out of Caspian's house. As you readied yourself for another day of high school you couldn't help but think back to last night. And you felt guilty, because for a moment, even if it was small, you had felt relieved to know that Hanna had run away, and you felt happy for what had happened because that had meant you had been able to spend time with Caspian. And right now you felt self conscious about these thoughts, it was true you didn't like Hanna, but after all, Caspian did and you felt like shit for feeling good about something bad that had happened to their relationship. You didn't want to be THAT toxic friend who got happier when bad things happened to their friends, especially not if that meant being happy about Caspian's pain.
When you were coming out of your house you had already made a decision you would try to be friends with Hanna, after all, she didn't seem like much of a bad person, if Caspian liked her it must be because of something.
But that same day Caspian had a fight with Hanna. He didn't want to talk about it but you managed to find out she had tried to talk about his parents’ situation. And, honestly, you understood her concern, it was true that his father was not the best parent ever, but he didn't like to talk about it so you had just learned to keep him company those nights after his parents fought whispering reassuring words while you tried to make him feel better. And when Caspian called you to announce you he had finally confronted his dad you felt so much relief and happiness for him. Even though you were a bit worried about him while you tended to his bruised knuckles when you stayed over that night hugging him tightly while you whispered words of proudness and relief.
After that he apparently made up with Hanna and the upcoming days you saw them get closer at an amazing speed. Soon they became very good ‘friends’ and your usual two person hang out became a three person thing, which you didn't care about or that's what you told yourself when you saw the magnetic pull between them. You felt like a stranger to Caspian again, and, after all you had gone through together, it hurt, like hell, even if Caspian didn't really treat you any differently you saw how different was how he acted with Hanna, and you cracked that attention. But worst of all was Hanna’s looks, she clearly didn't like you and if looks could kill you would be dead by now. She glanced at you like you were something that shouldn’t be there, like she thought you were invading their moment. If you had to guess she was annoyed by your presence and wanted you to disappear on thin air, and, once again, you didn't understand from where this hate was coming, had you done something wrong to her? Were there some awful rumours she heard about you? Maybe it was all a misunderstanding, it was probably that. You wanted to fix things with her, you really did, since Caspian seemed to like her, and you had sworn yourself you would try to be her friend but every time you tried to approach her she would just… Walk away, acting like she didn't even know you. You were disconcerted but she must have her reasons for ignoring you, maybe you were just paranoid.
It was as if the Hanna who Caspian talked to and the one you tried to befriend were to completely different persons. You saw that even after all your effort and your attempts to befriend her she looked at you with the same annoyed look and you didn't manage to make any progress, so after some time you just accepted that maybe she didn't want to be friends with you.
One day Caspian revealed to you they had been dating for some time, and that he had been searching for the right moment to announce it to you. It would be an understatement to say you were shocked, to say the truth you were bewildered. Of course you had seen the sparks that appeared between the two of them but you truly didn't understand what Caspian saw in her even though you had tried your best to.
And, in all honesty, your feelings for him didn't help, at all. It hurt, like hell, and you were surprised he didn’t realise you were dying on the inside every time they held hands, or they kissed. You had even argued with Caspian a few times already because of that, and you felt your trust in him crumble under your feet, you felt like he only wanted you to be there when Hanna couldn't and to leave when she could, you felt used, and you knew it was ridiculous but you couldn't help but feel like you were being replaced and you hated it with all your soul. ‘Go with her then’ You had screamed at him once when he commented about Hanna while you two were hanging out.
And the worst thing? You couldn't even be mad at him, your heart, your whole being rebelled about the thought of hating him or being angry at him. So you couldn't help but to be mad at yourself for being so selfish, for not understanding him, for not being able to be friends with Hanna. And unintentionally you started to drift away from him, of course you didn't want to, but you couldn't stand the pang in your heart every time you saw them being affectionate while you were plainly ignored. At first you stopped going to Caspian's house
-I want you to understand it feels like I’m the third wheel of your dates every single day-You had screamed at Caspian once.-Since we hang out with Hanna as well it just feels like I shouldn't be here-You confessed lowering your tone.
-Look, I think you’re just jealous you don't have a partner, and I do. I can't be all day just paying attention to you. You have to understand that-He said, arms crossed and defiant stare. You felt yourself tearing up, and you hated it, you knew it wasn't something that was meant to hurt this much, but the feeling of betrayal stung.
-You know that's not what I mean-You said, your voice below a whisper and it had a slight tremor that gave away the pain you were trying to bottle up, to conceal. He noticed it and sighed:
-Look I’ll just hang out with both of you separately.-And you hated that he was giving up on arguing with you anymore just because he knew you were hurt by his words. You hated that he probably didn't understand why you couldn't just have a good relationship with Hanna as well. You hated that he did it just because he didn't want to see you hurt, not because he wanted to spend more time with you. And you hated how your heart fluttered at the thought of him conceding to your wishes just because he didn't want to be the reason for your pain or sadness.
After that you also stopped trying to talk with them during lunch at the cafeteria.
You had realized they didn't really hear what you were saying and just pretended to be listening to you.
-What do we have later?-You asked one day.
-Yeah-Hanna had answered while she was smiling dumbly at Caspian while he ate his food distractedly while holding her hand.
-Did you even hear me-You asked a little bit confused for the answer, and the silence that followed it was deafening. They weren't listening to you, like most times, when they spent their time chatting between them or eating in silence while you faded into the background, and once again you felt like you were a nuisance to them. Except this time instead of talking with Caspian about it, you just chose to shut up, you didn't feel like talking to the walls anymore, and, honestly, there wasn't much of a difference, only that Caspian sometimes asked you about your day. And you hated how your heart skipped a beat because of that, because of his concern about you and the attention with which he listened to you when you answered him.
And finally you even ended up not really interacting with them at all.
When it was time to make another duo project you had seen how Caspian had looked at Hanna instead of you and how he had looked at you later apologizingly. And that became the norm, you had to pair up with some random to do the project and, 90% of the times you ended up doing most of the project on your own while you sheeted your teeth at the thought of Caspian and Hanna embracing each other in a tangle of limbs while they did the project together without having to pair up with somebody who thought of you as their last option, as an ugly splotch in their neat and clean live.
And like that you slowly drifted away from Caspian, even though every nerve in your body told you it was wrong. After some time he asked if everything was okay, since he had noticed you were more silent than normal and you seemed like you were feeling down. Of course you had denied it and told him you were just tired trying to answer his question without getting him worried. And once again you felt that unwanted attraction towards him for how he was, as you felt your stomach do a flip, knowing he still cares about you. But even though you were attracted to him like a magnet to metal you slowly drifted away from him. And even though he seemed like he wanted you to be near him and hang out with you it was quickly snuffed out by Hanna, who told him something that made him postpone what he wanted to do. You know sometimes love isn't enough but to live it on your own flesh it was disheartening to see your friendship crumble like a house of cards.
That was until you heard a knock on your door one day. When you opened the door, you saw it was Caspian.
-What are you doing here?-You two hadn’t seen each other for a long while, and you didn't understand what he was doing at your door.
-Can we talk in my house?-He asked, he tried to look calm and composed, as if it was just a normal request, but you could sense uneasiness cracking through his façade.
-If you wanted me to come over you could have just texted me-You said suspicious and worried. Caspian just shrugged and started walking, without thinking much you closed the door to your house and followed behind him. You didn't have to ask to know there was something happening to him so you chose to follow his instructions without any questions hoping to help Caspian in any way you could.
And once again you found yourself sitting on Caspian's bed, after a lot of falling apart and screaming and fighting. You were still there ready to help him in whatever he needed, because you loved him and you would do anything for him. Because you knew it wasn't his fault and you were just remorseful for not being brave enough to confess your feelings, and because even if he did something terrible you would still forgive him with all your heart and soul, you didn't know why, but you just knew he had your heart in a chokehold.
You two were staring at each other waiting for someone to say something. Finally Caspian took a deep breath like he was preparing to do a big conference while he held a small microchip. He looked pale, even to his standards and you didn't understand why he had called you so suddenly.
You had expected some words to flood out of his mouth but instead he had handed you the chip with a folded paper which had written inside. You looked at the objects with curiosity in your eyes as he urged you silently to read everything. And you did, and boy were you surprised, it sounded like the plot of a movie, so surreal that if anyone else had told you this you would probably be laughing at them and their stupidness. But coming from Caspian you had the certainty it was true. And after reading the note and looking at the microchip that had the Logarythms logo on it you looked at Caspian, really looked at him he looked like he was about to go insane with all the information he had just told you, he looked like he wanted to be swallowed alive by the floor and to no be known of again ever. He got up, and then you remembered that last line of the message, “You don't have to get involved in this. I would probably understand if you want to walk out of that door and not see me ever again” As if you could do that. “But I really need to talk to somebody and make sure you, at least, aren't an actor my parents had bought to play a part in my life. If you want to talk about this crazy shit follow me to the car, I don't think it's safe to talk with you here, maybe there are some more cameras hidden around”.
You don't know what compelled you to do it but when you saw him get up with a sigh you also got up. And inside you was the unnerving conviction that no matter what you would follow this man until the end of the world if it was needed with no questions asked, love makes us go insane, doesn't it?
When you didn't leave and waited for him to lead the way to his car you saw the relief in his eyes seeing that you were willing to follow him and talk to him. And honestly as you walked behind him towards the car your curiosity grew, while your mind started to accept the words that were written on the paper. Everything sounded like a mad man’s story, but looking at Caspian you couldn't wrap your head around him lying to you about this.
When you both closed the doors of the car you stayed in silence for a while, neither of you really sure of what you were meant to say.
-So, you think I’m an actor?-You whispered, trying to start the conversation and break the silence that had appeared between you two. You saw as Caspian covered his face with his hand hearing your question and let out a deep sigh.
-You know it’s not so simple-He said, He looked tired, defeated, it was a look you hadn't seen in him since forever -Like I told you I just found out my mom was paying Hanna to be my girlfriend…-
-It’s just so surreal!-You said, cutting him mid sentence.-How could she do that?!-You had to admit you never liked his mother but to think she would pay a girl just to be his son’s girlfriend…
-Yup, and my mother probably isn't my mother. So I think my doubts are understandable, are you also an actor paid to play a role in my life?-He asked, looking you into your eyes, he looked more tired than usual and defeated. For a moment you didn't know what to answer, you didn't know how to prove you weren't being paid by his parents and you truly wanted to be his friend. You could just think of one way of trying to prove to him you weren't some actress pretending to be interested in him, to talk about your feelings for him. Maybe this would end up with you never talking with Caspian again but if he didn't believe you, you don't think he would want to be friends with someone who accepted to be paid to be his friend. You took a long breath readying yourself for everything you were going to confess to him. You looked straight ahead, too scared to look at him.
-Look Caspian, I don't know how to show you I’m not a paid actor who was asked to be your friend. I mean I can just tell you that you're a very special person to me and that even if they offered to pay me to be your friend I wouldn't stand the thought of lying to you. But I don't think that's enough. I just wanted to tell you that since the first day I saw you sat alone in the cafeteria I knew I wanted to be your friend and I haven't regretted that decision not even once since then. I will always remember the first time we listened to music together, every single time I had to hide from you parents and all the time I had to sneak into your room through the window.-You said laughing a bit-And I’ll always admire your patience to teach me how to play a game, even though I keep dying. And every single little thing that makes you, you, will always remain in my brain, like how you like to observe through the window in class when you're bored or how you only drink one specific type of energetic drink or how you smile so sparsely every time you do feels like a small achievement. And I’ll understand if you don't trust me if you don't believe my words, I probably wouldn't believe myself either, but my only proof is my feelings, my heart and I would show it to you if I could, but I can't.-With your heart thumping loudly and afraid to even breath you turned to look at him. He looked a little bit surprised but not mad nor annoyed so you decided to do your last confession-But If you could see my heart it squeezes painfully every time I see you in pain and it leaps in joy every time I see you accomplish something. And for a long time it has beaten faster every time I see you and I feel like on a cloud when we are together -You inhaled deeply and scared and unsure you finally said it-I love you Caspian. And that's all there is to this story, I haven't been paid, I just simply and plainly love you-You were scared of his reaction would he scream at you would he leave the car and never talk to you again, why did you confess to him?! This was literally the worst moment ever now that you come to think about it… But then you saw him smile softly and his hand went to rest on top of yours giving it a gentle squeeze. And then you felt an invisible force that pulled you towards Caspian and you obeyed. You leaned until your faces were only a few centimeters apart while you looked into his eyes searching for some kind of sign of repulse or indecision but you just saw tenderness and love in them. Softly and scared you pressed your lips against his and you pulled away until your faces were centimeters apart again not really sure of what to do. Caspian cradled the back of your head with the hand that wasn't grasping yours, encouraging you to place your lips on his again. And that's what you did but this time it wasn't just a gentle taste of water like before this time you two moved your lips in sintony, melting into the other, fitting together like two pieces of a whole. Soon both of you were in the driver's seat, your lips attached and your hands roaming each other's body with curiosity and love while your tongues played around twisting and intertwining. After some time you pulled away breathless with messy hair and the dumbest smile ever on your face. And Caspian hugged you, you were a bit surprised, he had never started physical contact with you before, but it felt nice, so you snuggled happily in his embrace as he murmured sweet nothing into your ear mixed with apologies for leaving you aside in the last few weeks.
You two stayed like that for what felt like hours, neither of you wanting to come out of the car and face the reality where you had lots of mysteries to uncover and hardships to face, but at least now you knew you had each other.
Headcanon:Caspian with gf who likes sports
A.N:Right now I’m working in the first part of a fic which I expect to be a series or a setting with different mini five or something like that. So, while you wait I have some headcanons for our favourite boyyyyy. Plus I would love to hear your opinions!
C.W.:Slightly suggestive, probably OCC Caspian.
-We saw Hannah coming out of something that looked like practice of some kind of sport and Maddie played football when she was small. So I think it’s safe to assume he likes girls who do sport or who are interested in it.
-If you play any type of sport he would loveeee to see you play and would be your number one supporter, don't expect lots of cheering and screaming. But he will be there for every single one of your matches. If he isn’t you better start looking for him because he might as well be kidnapped.
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-Caspian, I told you it’s fine if you miss one of my matches-You said irritated.
-But you know I love seeing you in the field-He said, grabbing your sport backpack. You stopped and looked at him with a pout in your face. He smiled at you, that infuriating smile that told you he knew you couldn't come up with any argument to convince him.
-You can’t just slip out of your house to watch me play!-You reproached him. He lifted his eyebrows in a smug expression. Watch me. You would bet your life that was what was going through his mind. You huffed exasperated-You’re lucky I love you -You said in a defeated tone. While you started walking towards the gym exit.
-I love you too-He said as he opened the gym the door for you.-Wanna go on a date?
-Right now?-You asked confused -Caspian I’m gross I just came out of a game.-He shrugged.
-I also love you when you’re sweaty-He said matter of factly with a sweet smile on his face. At this you felt yourself start to redden up, you probably looked like a tomato. And he just looked with that smirk, that stupid smirk. You hated that smug smile, but oh how did you love him.
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-He would also be the type of guy who hates-loves when you drag him out of his bedroom, where you spend most of your time together, to do some kind of physical activity. Don't get me wrong, he loves spending time together with you. But he would prefer to do it indoors or do some other thing.
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-Do we really have to run more -He said breathlessly. He looked kind of funny like a fish outside the water. His usual clothes were changed for other more sporty ones and his hair was pulled back into something that tried to resemble a ponytail(OMG Caspian with his hair put up😍😍😍).
-We’ve only been running for fifteen minutes -You said giving him a kiss, which seemed to help him regain some breath. Only to kiss you back obviously, because when you stopped kissing he was the same breathless Caspian that was running besides you before the kiss.-You really don't want to run, huh-You said with your hands at your hips.
-I can think of a lot of better ways to lose my breath, yeah-He said, a whisper, like if he was talking to himself. But, oh boy, did you hear it. It sparked something inside you and it made you feel hot everywhere. While you continued to hear his ragged breathing.
-Maybe we could stop for now and do some other thing-You said slowly, watching his reaction. As soon as you said that, it seems like the Caspian before you was a new man, he straightened up and looked just fine, nothing like the tired and breathless man that was before you just moments ago.
-That sounds great -He said stuffing his hands in his sweatpants pockets and walking like nothing happened.
-Wait, you were faking?!-As the only answer he only gave you a sly smirk, that told you you were right.
But he will deny it, every single time you try to force him to do anything that's more physically active than taking a walk with you he will become tired in no time. And act like he doesn’t understand your claims of it being a fake act. Anyhow he always ends up finding an excuse to convince you to change your activity.
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-But if you think this means he doesn't want to play your favourite sport with you. Then you're wrong. He knows that on these occasions it’s not just about getting him out of his house, it's about spending time with him doing your favourite thing. And don't ask me how or why, this man will actually be pretty decent at playing. Amazing for someone's first time actually. Maybe it’s because of his ability to identify problems and fix them or maybe it’s because his height it’s a booster. You WILL be asked by your friends or teammates to bring him over again to play against him.
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-How is he THIS good-Someone asked confused, and honestly you were thinking the exact same thing as you’re watching your boyfriend play and doing things you took months to learn. Part of you is a little bit jealous, you even want to be mad, why is he THIS good and he never told you. But your main Feeling? Love. Because that's your Caspian and no matter how good or bad he is, he is putting the effort to play your favourite sport, even though you know he HATES working out. You may give him some extra kisses when you are finally alone…
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-In the other hand if you just watch sport but don't practice it he will gladly learn every single team and players to have a conversation with you about it. He will research it until he has read every single website on it and he will also learn about history and rules, so he can understand the matches when he sees them with you.
-If you like to watch the games either he will watch them with you in his computer with you in his lap or in your phone with both of you in bed or he will be watching something of his own in his PC while you watch it in your phone sat in his lap, your head learned onto his chest(with your back against his chest) or onto his shoulder(with your chest against his).
-Overall I think Caspian would be a supportive boyfriend who enjoys seeing you happy doing whatever you like. And he IS a nerd so if there's anything mathematical or statistical he will find a way to help you in any way. Maybe he will study your opposing team players’ abilities and make a graphic of how good they are in each ability. Or he will find a new strategy that could improve your game. Anything for his girl!
Halfway through the Pantheon series of Netflix and I'm loooooving Caspian, once I finish I'll try to post toughts about his character in general and some xreader headcanons for him. Maybe even some Fanart or whole fanfics...
Stay tunned!!!
(Please no spoilers for the series for now🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠)
Narnia Fic Recs
This is a list of incredible fanfics that I read a few years ago on Tumblr based on the books and movies that make up the Narnia franchise.
A change of heart by @randominagines Caspian x f!reader (4k)
Farewells Or Goodbyes by @padfootagain Caspian x f!reader (3.5k)
Guess it's never really over by @carnationworld-writings Caspian x reader (1.4k)
~Hurry now, angel~ by @hattiewritesalot Caspian x f!reader (0.4k)
I Love You by @banditthewriter Caspian x f!reader (0.4k)
I'm just rolling home into my lovers arms by @carnationworld-writings Caspian x reader (1.4k)
Ice And Cold by @padfootagain Caspian x f!reader (5.5k)
If you ever forget that you love me by @carnationworld-writings Caspian x reader (0.9k)
Just Pretend by @omgrachwrites Caspian x f!reader (1.4k)
Love And War by @padfootagain Caspian x f!reader (3k)
Mermaid Kisses by @sparklewrites1 Caspian x f!mermaid!reader (0.8k)
My Prince by @heliads Caspian x f!reader (2.8k)
Not My World by @bccky Caspian x f!reader (8.2k)
Oceans by @padfootagain Caspian x f!reader (2.6k)
Once Upon A Dream Part 1 | Part 2 by @darling-i-read-it Caspian x reader, The Darkling x reader (8.2k)
One Night | Hot For Teacher by @omgrachwrites Caspian x f!reader modern au (3.1k)
Pureheart by @ificouldhelpyouforget Caspian x f!reader (70k)
Ravishing King by @meryamthebadassbitch Caspian x reader (2.6k)
Silver by @depressedbagpipe Caspian x f!reader (33k)
The King’s Sister and Mouse’s Lady by @wukindly Edmund Pevensie x f!reader (3.4k)
Wonderful Cries by @padfootagain Caspian x f!reader (2.6k)
Soft Night
king caspian x reader
word count: 500
summary: a quiet night after a long day
warnings: none
The fire crackled in the hearth of the stone castle, its warmth spreading through the room and casting gentle shadows on the walls. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees of Narnia, a reminder of the untamed wilderness that lay beyond the castle's protective walls. Inside, however, it was warm, cozy, and peaceful — an atmosphere that was a rare treat for King Caspian.
He had been busy all day, meeting with the Lords and ladies, listening to their concerns, and overseeing the peace in Narnia. But now, as the day began to fade and the first stars twinkled in the velvet sky, he found himself retreating from the demands of his crown to the solace of the private chambers he shared with her.
Y/n was curled up by the fire, a book resting in her lap, but she had long since stopped reading. The soft glow of the flames illuminated her face, and Caspian couldn’t help but smile at the sight. There was something about her, something that calmed the storm inside him. The weight of the crown, the responsibility of the throne, all seemed to melt away whenever she was near.
“Are you still reading, love?” Caspian’s voice broke the silence, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet as he moved towards her.
She looked up from her book, her face lighting up with a smile. “Not really. Just… resting my eyes,” she admitted, closing the book and setting it aside.
Caspian chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection. He sat down beside her, his warm presence radiating as he drew her closer. His fingers gently brushed through her hair, a touch so tender it made her heart flutter.
“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” he murmured, his voice hushed, as though he didn’t want to disturb the peaceful tranquility of the moment.
She nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here, Caspian,” she whispered, content to simply be in his company, to have him near. The weight of the day was still heavy on his shoulders, but he seemed to forget all of it when she was close.
His hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. "I’m always here for you," he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. "You know that, right?"
She nodded again, letting the comfort of his words wash over her. "I know," she replied, her eyes closing as she relaxed further into him.
Slowly she began to fall asleep, the only sound in the room was the crackling fire and the soft rustle of the wind outside. The steady beat of Caspian’s heart against her side grounding her in a way nothing else could.
Caspian’s fingers tightened around hers, and he pulled her even closer, as though he could never have enough of her presence.
"You’re my greatest treasure," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Everything else can wait when I’m with you."
The world outside may have been vast and full of challenges, but in this moment, in his arms, nothing else mattered. The kingdom of Narnia, with all its glory and troubles, could wait.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his fingers gently threading through her hair.
And for that moment, at least, the world outside the castle faded away.
{~Narnia Masterlist~}
[One-Shots]
Edmund Pevensie:
-Between Shadows and Steel