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Posted on Thursday, 24 October 2019

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Warning: It’s just a lot of words for some headcanons and it basically turned into a whole fanfic.

Dating Caspian would include/headcanons (anon request):

Braiding his hair
He thinks he’s a great flirt, but not at all
Your relationship was slightly frowned upon, due to you not being of royal blood

Caspian had gone for a horse ride and didn’t notice when he had wandered into scouting territories, for rangers such as yourself.
You quietly approached him from behind as he got off his horse to get his bearings, “Watch your step pretty boy,” you said softly, raising your bow to him.
He instantly put his hands up and was surprised by how pretty the voice was coming from behind. “Pretty boy?” He replied, almost disgusted, he turned to face you. He had never seen such beauty, even with a drawn arrow so close to his nose.
“What are you doing here?” Is all you asked.
“Forgive me, I did not realize how far I had wandered,” Caspian said respectively, slightly bowing.
“Who are you?” You asked.
“Caspian,” he said cheerfully and then coughed, “King Caspian,” his cheeks were red with embarrassment, why should I be embarrassed, he thought to himself.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you kneeled before him.
“Please stand up, that’s not necessary,” Caspian said reaching out and grabbing your arms to pull you up. “You’re a ranger,” he pointed out.
“Yes,” you cleared his throat. You starred at a piece of hair that had fallen over his face, you weren’t fibbing when you called him pretty boy.
“I haven’t asked your name.”
“Y/N,” you replied.
“Nice to meet you Y/N,” He kissed your hand, cheesy, you thought. “Y/N, I do believe I am lost and I am in need of assistance, could you take me back to the castle,” he smiled at you.
“Yes your majesty,” you said reluctantly.
“Oh don’t call me that, Caspian is fine, Cas is better.”
“As you wish.”
You walked with him and his horse to the castle, where he insisted you stay for dinner, after dinner he insisted you stay the night, “in a nice warm bed and bath,” you almost thought he was insulting you, but he was slightly too clueless for that.
You soaked your sore body in the bubbles, you hadn’t noticed Caspian shouting your name. He busted into the bathroom.
“Oh god! I’m sorry I thought you were dead or something, you weren’t replying,” Caspian said covering his eyes.
You had slouched your body down into the water so you were covered, mostly, there weren’t many bubbles. The water went just below your nose and your hair floated on the surface of the water. You peaked your lips above the water to reply, “I was distracted by how nice this bath feels to hear you, sorry.”
Caspian, still covering his eyes with one hand, smiled, happy to know you liked the bath. “Um, well, I uh, brought you some clothes, for sleeping in and maybe for the morning if you wanted to wear them. You didn’t seem like a dress kind of girl so I brought you some of my own clothes,” he tried placing them on the table next to the bath. “I’ll leave now,” he managed to walk backwards to find the door and than bolted out of the room as you replied with a soft ‘thank you’.
After scrubbing yourself clean you put on the clothes Caspian gave you, you wore one of the bigger shirts as a night gown and through the robe in the pile over that.
The castle was very open giant doors that let in moonlight and the sounds of nearby elves singing.
A fire was roaring on the wall opposite the large bed.
You peaked out your room and looked around the hall, there was no one in sight, a light came from a room with doors bigger than the rest at the end of the hall. It must be Caspian’s, you thought.
Quietly, you made your way towards his room, you had no real reason to be doing so, but something was drawing you towards it, it felt warm. Your feet made pitter padder sounds against the cold marble.
You hesitated, but finally you gently knocked on his half open door. His familiar voice said a faint “come in”
You stepped in, he hadn’t looked up yet, he was sitting at a desk filled with papers, his night clothes on, and small round reading glasses.
When he finally noticed you standing in the door way he fumbled around trying to take his glasses off quickly, failing, and his while face red like a ripe tomato.
“Y/N!” He practically shouted, “I wasn’t expecting you!”
“Sorry,” you paused. “I actually don’t know why I came in here,” you started to leave.
“Wait, stay for a moment,” Caspian stood up, knocking over quite a few books and papers. You turned back around. “I wanted to ask you, will you stay here, with me, I mean like my personal ranger, I mean like a ranger for the castle,” he let out a heavy sigh.
“Yes I would like that,” you smiled.

The two of you were very awkward around each other for the first little bit of getting to know each other
His kisses are soft and gentle, always
He’ll cup your cheeks and jaw and pull you towards him
“You’re too beautiful!” He exclaims as leans down and kisses your face over and over again
He loves the sight of your naked boy underneath him or on top of him
He loves every freckle and scar you have
Several times you have been in a diplomat meetings with him and he has had to grab your shirt or pants and tug you back down into your seat to stop you from jumping over the table and fighting some old man
Taking baths together
He’s very warm, like all the time
He’s a little materialistic, he loves his fancy oils and silk sheets