#for hazel

[kazperthegh0st]

Do I dislike Solangelo (especially the way Rick writes them)? Yes.

Will I still purchase and read The Court of The Dead? Yes.

[t-ired-t-renchcoat]

ill show you what that’s like. I’ll show you what that’s like RIGHT NOW. (/ref)

[homicidalqueeen]

@iwassentodestroy asked: [  TXT  ]  :  be  honest.  are  you  flirting  with  me  or  am  i  delusional?

[text:] well what do u think? ;) [text:] maybe ya should come over and we can order in some takeout, have some wine maybe?

[emmariah-rose]

Hello

[itsalwaysnarnia]

Stable

Ok ok ok. I don’t ever write Star Wars stories, so this is a first, and probably a last, because I am not super good at it, and this is a Narnia blog. I just wrote it for Hazel. I know it’s a little rushed and a wee bit unrealistic, but if this were realistic it would take 10 chapters to make it good. So here it is. For you Hazel, I love you. 

The sound of thick metallic anger lingered throughout the whole hangar bay and one thing became very clear to everyone on board: Kylo Ren was having another tantrum. They were quite a regular occurrence, but that did not stop everyone from being completely afraid of Kylo when he had these violent moments.  This all excluded General Hux, who found Kylo’s tantrums to be exceptionally irritating.

The command shuttle suddenly became very quiet and all eyes averted towards General Hux; he was the one who usually calmed down Kylo. A loud, exasperated sigh willingly left Hux’s lips. You looked up from your control panel and watched as Hux pressed his fingers to his temples and rubbed quite hard. You tapped your fingers on the panel for a moment, wondering how Hux was going to handle Kylo today. Hux was clearly running out of patience. 

“I cannot deal with Kylo. Not today.” He muttered helplessly, shaking his head. Hux glanced forward and his eyes landed on you. “General Hazel.”

Your spine involuntarily straightened and your mouth went dry. “Yes, General?”

“Deal with Kylo. Don’t come back until he is stable.” Hux ordered, waving his hand in dismissal. 

“Yes sir.” You replied, sounding most certain, but feeling the complete opposite. 

You knew Kylo, but you didn’t know Kylo. You had been apart of the First Order for years, so Kylo was very present in your life. You had actually spoken quite often, but all those times being very professional. You hadn’t even seen Kylo without his mask on. You had occasionally overheard a few things from Hux, as he did have the habit to mumble when he was stressed. Deep down you knew that Kylo had deeper secrets not even Hux knew.

You kept your face inexplicably straight until you reached the corridor, where your lips turned up into a smile. For some reason, even unknown to yourself, you were excited to see Kylo. To be alone with him. Even if he was raging. The thought that your life was in possible danger didn’t even phase you.

 As you turned the corner, the screaming was now very near. You could clearly pick out which room he was in. You paused in your steps. Your fingers tapped your thigh and your tongue ran over your lips nervously. You just then contemplated what exactly you were going to say to the emotionally unstable man raging in the room just down the hallway from you. Not a sentence could compose in your mind. 

You gritted your teeth. I am not afraid of Kylo Ren. 

You forced yourself into the room. The scene you saw next was horrifying. Kylo was shouting inaudible, vicious words, and his crackling red light saber found home to the many different control panels. Sparks flew just passed your face as you cautiously watched everything unfold. Without warning, Kylo stopped, his lightsaber sinking back down, and his back lurched forward. He knew of your presence. 

Everything in your body told you to run, but something, maybe curiosity, caused you stay perfectly solid. Kylo slowly turned from the now destroyed panels, and faced you. You couldn’t tell where his eyes were, for his mask was a dark void of questions to you. Kylo did not speak a word, only raised his hand, causing the door behind you to close.  

You swallowed hard.

“General Hux sent you. Did he not?” He spoke through gritted teeth. 

You carefully nodded. “Yes sir, he did.”

The air was thick and your mind was foggy. 

Kylo began to circle around you. “It seems he thinks that you, a mere General, could calm me. He would be mistaken.”

You felt insulted, and before you could stop it, your face expressed this hurt. You narrowed your eyes at Kylo, trying to contort the previous emotion. “Sir. I am not allowed to leave-”

“Until I am stable.” Kylo halted behind you. “I know what you are thinking Hazel. I know what you want. I know what you need.” 

Your breath shifted in your throat. You were not going to let Kylo get to you. He had gotten to everyone else on board, and in that moment, you refused to do the same. 

You then did something that surprised Kylo. You turned to face him yourself, now only inches from him. Even though he towered over you, you stood impeccably tall. 

“If I may be so bold, Kylo, I would advise you not to get into my head.” You stated with an edge cutting in your voice.  

Without warning, Kylo’s hand went to your jaw. He firmly held you, sinking his fingers into you. His skin on your skin caused you to feel weak. 

“Why is that? You think I can’t? You think I am not powerful enough?” His hand fell down to your neck. You shivered. 

“I never said that.”

Kylo whisked away, pacing in the opposite direction. His aura only drew you in and you watched him intently.  “Your words betray you.” Kylo seethed,”I know you think me a coward, hiding behind this mask. That you long to see who I truly am.”

“T-Then why don’t you show me.” You asked bravely, stepping towards him. Kylo sent his hand forward and your limbs solidified. Without the ability to move, Kylo neared you once more. 

“If I did, I would no longer be Kylo Ren to you.” 

Your head tilted in the slightest and you narrowed your eyes. You studied Kylo for a moment, trying to uncover his words, his thoughts. “You think yourself to be a coward too. You are hiding.” Kylo’s force on your weakened. You advanced towards him. “You are suffering. I can tell Kylo Ren. What are you so afraid of?”

What Kylo did next surpassed every answer you desired: he impulsively took off his mask.

“I am afraid of this. This monster behind this mask!” 

His voice came out vicious, but hidden behind it was a pain you never knew existed in such a hardened man. His eyes were inexplicably dark, as was his long hair. His cheekbones were defined and his lips pressed together. His eyes now looked at you with such helplessness. 

“Kylo, you aren’t a monster-”

“What do you know? You don’t know what I’ve done. What they plan for me to do.” He said, his teeth flaring. 

You caught something. “They?” You questioned. 

A deep breath left Kylo’s lips and he backed away. “I’ve told you too much.” 

Without a conscious thought, you leaned forward and grasped Kylo’s arm. Defensively Kylo grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you towards him, but he stopped, realizing what he had done. You winced at his grip. 

“Kylo, you can trust me.” You said softly, his hands still on you. 

Kylo’s eyes rested on yours and somehow, no matter how foolish it seemed, he knew he could.

“Its Snoke. He’s asking of me, something I just can’t do.” 

This stumped you. Kylo seemed capable of almost anything. “What is it?”

All tension left Kylo and he went quiet.

 “I have to kill my father.” He finally said, his eyes averting to the floor. 

Your body went cold. A million questions entered your mind all at once, but not one left your mouth. A sudden feeling of guilt came over you. Kylo was hiding. And he could not escape. 

“Promise me. You have to promise me not to say a word. Not even to Hux.” Kylo insisted, almost desperately. 

You looked at him gently. “Kylo, I promise.” 

Everything hung in the air for just a moment, until Kylo’s grip fell from your body and he stepped back, placing the mask back on his face. 

“General Hazel, please inform General Hux that I am stable.” Kylo instructed, all sincerity now drained. 

You nodded, feeling slightly discouraged. “Yes sir.”

You entered the corridor and the door once more closed behind you. At that moment you realized you knew more about Kylo Ren than most people in the galaxy did. You had seen more than just Kylo Ren. You had seen behind the mask. And you felt sorry for the man behind the mask. 

When you reappeared back into the command shuttle, you were still invested in your thoughts, only to be interrupted by Hux.

“General Hazel?” He questioned, with an arched eyebrow. 

You took a seat back at your assigned panel and nodded. “Stable, sir.” 

[itsalwaysnarnia]

It rippled through my body and shook my bones. My lungs ached in the cruelest way. I gritted my teeth to suppress my anguished screams. And then all at once, my eyes opened.

[itsalwaysnarnia]

The Unplanned Arrangement

Dedicated to Aurora and Hazel

The last thing you wanted was a husband. You were completely content with living your life without being owned by a man. You actually despised the idea of marriage. Sadly, politics can cause trouble. Your parents insisted that a marriage between a King of Narnia and royal blood of Archenland, that being yourself, would tighten the bond between the two lands and help your kingdom become stronger. High King Peter agreed upon the idea, realizing the potential growth of armies and land that could be accumulated through the joining of the kingdoms. You were to be married to King Edmund.

By the day of your wedding you hadn’t even met King Edmund. As you rushed down the many intricate hallways of Cair Paravel, your wedding gown ruffling behind you, a thought struck you: you would be spending the rest of your life with this young man that you didn’t even know. You immediately stopped in your tracks as everything dawned on you. You pressed yourself against the stone wall as other voices lingered down the corridor. As you listened you could only come to the conclusion that it was Edmund and probably one of his sisters speaking. 

“Susan, please understand, I can’t do this.”

“Ed, you are being selfish. Think of the kingdom. Think of Narnia.”

A loud breath escaped Edmund’s lips. “I don’t even know her. She doesn’t know me. I will not marry her.”

Your body grew cold and your cheeks grew hot. Tears dared to spill over, but you brushed them away. You would not cry over this. 

“It’s time. Please behave like the King you are Edmund.”   

As the wedding ceremony began, you feared that King Edmund would not live up to his painted portraits. When you reached Edmund at the end of the throne room, those fears were replaced with new ones; he was exceedingly handsome. 

The ceremony felt like a blur. Edmund barely looked at you, and unconsciously your jaw tightened in anger. How dare your parents make you marry a stranger. 

 In the midst of your anger you hadn’t realized the that all eyes had landed on you. You blinked multiple times and swallowed. You averted your gaze towards Edmund’s and his eyebrows raised in the slightest. 

 “I-I do.” You stuttered. 

 Edmund sighed, and also repeated the vow. Before you had a moment to take in what had happened, your lips were on Edmund’s. Only for seconds before he pulled away, pressing his lips together. It was nothing like you had imagined a wedding kiss to be like. No spark. No feeling. Nothing. On the inside, you felt humiliated. On the outside, you just forced your lips into a smile. 

 Later that night, you found yourself in a bedroom with Edmund. You were in no way prepared for this, and Edmund didn’t seem so either. You pulled on your night gown tightly and watched Edmund as he slowly buttoned up his night shirt. Edmund glanced up from his shirt and looked at you. His eyes were piercing. His deep brown eyes were indescribable. Something you noticed immediately. You hands begin to shake.

 He cleared his throat. “I know what it is…expected on a wedding night-” 

 “It’s okay.” You interrupted, arising from the bed quickly. You paused, and swallowed the lump in your throat. “You don’t have to pretend to love me.” 

Edmund’s eyebrows raised and he stepped forward defensively. “No,(y/n), I didn’t mean it like that.” 

 You mirrored his step, but backwards, and smiled weakly. “Edmund. I know. I understand.” 

 An exasperated sigh left Edmund’s lips and he ran his fingers through his hair. “I just don’t know how I got wrapped up in this. I know it’s for the best but-” 

 “We don’t know each other.” You finished. 

 Edmund nodded. “Exactly.” 

 You bit inside of our cheek. You had come to a conclusion. “Well, for the good of both kingdoms we will need to make this work. But that doesn’t mean you have to fall in love with me. Or that I need to fall in love with you.” 

 “That won’t be a problem.” Edmund stated briskly. You thought his comment wouldn’t sting, but it felt like a thorn pressed into your side and you had to suppress the wince that would’ve so easily surfaced. Without another word Edmund traveled to the canopy bed and tucked himself into the far right hand side. You uncertainly crawled into the far left side of the bed, and turned away from Edmund. You pulled the thick cover to your chin and debated how the could have gone. You shook your head. Fall in love? No thank you. You’d much rather fall asleep. 

A few weeks passed, and marriage with Edmund seemed so normal. You didn’t even feel married. Other than sitting by each other during meals and sleeping in the same room, nothing changed. There was an undeniable problem you found though. You started to like Edmund…more than just a friend. The way he talked about something he loved, made your body shiver. His eyes would light up and he would begin talking faster. He would lick his lips and use his hands to animate his thoughts. You also adored the way he would run his fingers through his hair when he felt stressed. You were noticing the little things and you couldn’t deny the feelings that sneakily crept into you.

Edmund’s feelings towards you were conveyed as neutral, but as you both spent the following weeks together, Edmund could neither deny the smile that unconsciously pulled at his lips whenever he made you laugh. You had sort of a goofy laugh, but Edmund didn’t care. And the way your lips moved when you spoke, made Edmund feel weak. 

The weather was exceedingly violent one weary night, and all the Pevensie’s found themselves huddled around the dining table, sipping at hot soup. Lucy was telling a story about Aslan. She seemed to always come back to Aslan. Lucy’s face gleamed as she exuberantly continued the story, and your amusement clearly showed on your features. You took a moment to glance at Edmund, but found he was already looking at you. A red blush rushed to your cheeks and Edmund smirked at you. You tore your gaze from Edmund and brought it to your soup, shaking your head. 

As the night came to an end you crawled into bed, cringing at every crackle of thunder. Lighting made you jump. At dinner you could hide your fear of storms, but you couldn’t now. Edmund noticed. Without warning, you felt arms wrap around your waist. Your body went still as Edmund held you close to his body. He tucked his chin into your shoulder, and you felt yourself melt into him.

“It’s alright (y/n).” He whispered, his breath running down your neck.

Your body steadied and you intertwined your fingers in his. Your eyes slowly closed and your breath fell into staccato with Edmund’s. Edmund ran his thumb over your palm over and over again. Sleep fell over you like warm wave, and you slept like you had never before.

Light streaks of sun ran through the curtain and illuminated your face. You awoke gently, finding yourself still entangled in Edmund. The events from last night flooded over you and it caused you to grin, squeezing Edmund’s arm. That received small groan from Edmund’s lips as he also awoke. 

“I want you to meet Phillip.” Edmund stated abruptly, his voice coming out huskily.

“Phillip?” You questioned, coming up onto your elbow.

Edmund ran his fingers through his disheveled hair and nodded. “He’s quite the gentlemen. Would you like to meet him?”

You giggled, imagining some man servant. “Sure Edmund.” 

When Edmund led you out to the stables, you suddenly became confused.

“Is Phillip…human?” You wondered aloud, cautiously following Edmund into the stables.

Edmund cracked a laugh. “Well, he likes to think he is.”

Edmund came to a halt at the second to last stable, and knocked. “Oh Phillip, there is someone I’d like you to meet.”

Suddenly a beautiful horse came into your vision. It’s hair was a soft auburn and it’s features were comical. He huffed his lips at Edmund, shaking his mane.

“Phillip, this is (y/n). (y/n), this is Phillip.” Edmund formerly introduced you to his horse, giving obvious hand gestures.

You curtsied in your dress,”Nice to meet you, Phillip.”

“Pleasure.” He mumbled, almost sarcastically.

“Do you want to ride him with me?” Edmund offered, opening the stall door. “I mean I’ve never let anyone ride Phillip, so it’s a bit of an honor really.”

You rolled in your eyes and shoved passed him,”Oh I’d be honored, King Edmund.”

Edmund gripped your waist and helped you up onto Phillip. “But of course, Queen.” He said, pulling himself up behind you.

He grasped you hands, then gripped the reins, so you were both in control. “Phillip. You know where to go.” Edmund commanded.

The horse ride was breathtaking. You went across the calm beach, then passed through the forest near Cair Paravel, then found yourselves near a large willow tree. This tree was unlike any tree you’d seen. It was larger than the other trees and it’s branches swayed almost rhythmically. It’s leaves were a soft green and it’s bark was fresh, firm. 

Edmund helped you down from the horse, and led you over to the trunk of the tree. Edmund sat first, then tugged you down in front of him, pulling his arms around your waist. 

You sighed in satisfaction, admiring the surroundings.“You sure do know how to plan, Edmund Pevensie.” You stated, leaning your head on his chest.

“Well (y/n) Pevensie, you’ll find that I am full of surprises.” Edmund replied, rubbing his thumb over your palm.

You leaned up slightly and looked carefully at Edmund. Then you did the simplest thing: you pulled his neck forward and kissed him. His lips were just as soft as they were on the day of your wedding, but this kiss felt different. His lips pressed against yours with more passion and meaning. It finally felt right.

When your lips parted after a while, his nose rested on yours, and words just fell out of your mouth.

“Edmund Pevensie, I have fallen in love with you.”

Edmund cupped your cheek and smirked playfully. “Well, you are my wife after all, Mrs. Pevensie.”