Please reblog if you’re a narnia blog, particularly if you create any kind of content, I miss my dash being full of narnia

Day 4 - Favorite Book

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

“Adventures are never fun while you are having them.”

Day 2 - Favourite male character

Caspian X (The Seafarer)

“You have the chance to be the most noble contradiction in the history…. the telmarine who saved Narnia".

Reblog if you want a pet dragon

caspian appreciation 1/?

I will say this: if Caspian does know of the Deep Magic, my Lord would have good reason to be nervous.

Be strong, never give in.

Caspian Forever

Bluebell (Part 2)

Prince Caspian x Reader Part 1 can be found here

Words: 915 Plot: When the reader is taken hostage while Caspian is away; he realises just how much he loves her. A/N: Back by popular demand: Caspian fluff. I was inundated with requests to write this part and to be honest I was a little nervous about it just because of the sheer task ahead of me. I hope I did it justice for you all!

Edmund tasted blood on his tongue as he pushed his horse ever faster; flanked by soldiers as Caspian galloped ahead. The night air stung at his cheeks, his eyes dry and sore from overuse.

So when he heard shouts at the castle gate; his heart dropped. “Rally to me!” Caspian cried out, leaping from his horse in one graceful swoop. His boots thudded onto the ground as he drew his sword, rushing towards the sound of violence that carried on the breeze.

This is it, Ed. Time to make your own luck. Edmund drew his reins in as his horse slowed; his men following as he carefully dismounted. His body felt heavy with unrest; but the adrenaline was kicking in hard. He heard Caspian yelp in the distance, and knew he was out of time. Rushing forwards, Edmund threw his sword from its sheath; the blade catching in the moonlight as he approached the castle gates.

A two dozen or so men were clashing steel upon steel in the courtyard, bodies bleeding and hunched scattering the floor. Caspian charged towards a foreign soldier, dispatching him in one swoop with a cry. “You-” Edmund began, panting as his lungs worked harder than they ever had “get to the tower and find them. I’ll stay here”. Caspian’s eyes flashed, dark hair mattered with droplets of blood as he regained his breath. He nodded before disappearing through the crowds with haste; sheathing his sword as he threw upon the castle doors.

“Duck!” he heard a voice cry out from behind him. He instinctively dropped his head, his back clicking in protest as his armour weighed down his torso. A man who had appeared in front of him - clad to the teeth in iron - dropped to the floor with a thud, an arrow piercing his shoulder. Edmund spun around. (y/n) was wearing nothing but her nightclothes; a flimsy dress and some ill-fitted leather shoes she had likely thrown on in a flurry. In her hands was a crudely made bow: Edmund was shocked it had fired arrows at all, let alone with such precision.

“I do believe you just saved my life” Edmund called, grinning despite his lethargy “where’s Luce?” “Inside!” (y/n) replied, swinging to her side to fire another arrow into the tangle of soldiers “Caspian?” “Went in there looking for you!” (y/n) huffed; her face lighting up slightly. “Well then, lets get on with it!” she sputtered, turning to kick an unsuspecting enemy soldier in the backs of his knees. He tumbled to the floor, groaning as he did. Edmund wasn’t sure who was supposed to be doing the rescuing here. *** When the fighting in the courtyard finally began to subside: Edmund and (y/n) made their way up the spiral staircase of the castle, following a discernible trail of wounded enemy soldiers to find Caspian and Lucy. Edmund’s mind filled with worry; he chastised himself for leaving Lucy alone long enough for this to happen. They came to the library the mahogany doorway pushed open slightly to reveal light pouring from the fireplace. Inside, the sound of a scuffle could be heard - the clatter of steel upon armour.  Edmund took a deep breath and kicked the door; it slamming open with great force. Before anyone else could register what had happened: the soldier Caspian had been fighting was pinned against the wall by two arrows - Caspian’s face filled with terror and shock as his opponent had skidded across the room on his back. (y/n) sheathed her bow; Edmund couldn’t help but admire her handiwork. “Ed!” Lucy cried out, charging at Edmund and throwing her arms around him. She had a cut on her cheek and her dress looked like it had seen better days; but for the most part she was in a much better state than he’d feared. “Good God, Luce. You scared the life out of me” Edmund muttered, pushing her off and giving her shoulder a tap with his hand. She laughed, wrinkling her freckled nose.

Caspian dropped his sword with a clatter that made Edmund look up in surprise, eyes wide. “How did you-” he began, swallowing hard. “Did you think I got you to teach me archery so I could stare at your pretty face all day? Because that was only half of the reason” (y/n) laughed, taking steps towards him as her hair illuminated in the fire. Caspian tilted his head, black hair brushing at his shoulders. And in a brief moment, he sprinted across the room; taking her into his arms and crushing his lips to hers. Lucy nudged Edmund’s shoulder; Edmund couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It was sweet.  And disgusting. When the pair broke away, (y/n) stroked her hand to Caspian’s cheek, her thumb following the angles that the light touched. Lucy coughed loudly, and Caspian flushed such a bright red that Edmund couldn’t stifle the laugh that escaped him. (y/n) took a step back, hands behind her back as she grinned wildly. “Later?” she breathed, dropping her eyes to her feet. Caspian swallowed; and Edmund wondered if he’d ever seen his friend look so bashful. Caspian leaned in and whispered something in her ear which promptly resulted in her loudly coughing, her face matching his in a beetroot-like state.

“I think I’m going to be sick” Edmund teased, blinking slowly “all of this over some flower”. Caspian laughed, kicking at the carpet as he smiled to himself. “Not just any flower”.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it. Reblog and let me know what you think Caspian said! Maybe he’s not as much of an innocent cinnamon roll as he looks  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Bluebell

Prince Caspian x Reader

Words: 673 Plot: When the reader is taken hostage while Caspian is away; he realises just how much he loves her. Prompt: (anon)  Heyyy, i don’t know if you’re taking requests but could you write something with caspian x reader when caspian gets away from the castle but had to leave the reader behind and when they find out he’s gone they lock her up and then he’s trying to come back to save her with the guys? Or when she’s with him and the pevensies but gets kidnapped to bring Caspian back?? Thanks xx A/N: This was sent to me a fair while ago but I’ve been so slack with doing requests. I’m sorry! But I digress; I thought it’d be cool if I wrote this from Edward’s perspective so we can get more of a third-person view on how Caspian is feeling. I hope you enjoy! There will be a part 2 if this one gets enough love.

The fire cracked, embers pouring up into the sky as Edmund walked across the campsite, his boots thumping against the dry earth. The air here was so clean; pine trees reaching towards the stars as though to caress them. He’d never seen anything like it in England: never felt anything quite like it. Caspian leaned back against an old log, his hair dark hair flecked with gold in the firelight. He was sharpening his sword with deliberate motions - stone smoothly running across the blade. “Mind if I…” Edmund asked, gesturing to the spot next to Caspian. Caspian nodded as Edmund threw his bags down on the other side of the log, shoving his tired body down to sit by the fire.

“Can’t sleep?” Caspian asked, his accent thick as he shook the dust from his sword and placed it by his side. “Everything hurts. I’ve got saddle sore in places I didn’t know existed” Edmund sighed, warming his palms near the fire. They were calloused and blistered from riding for days; all dusty and dirty from everything.

Caspian smirked, reaching into his pocket. His brow furrowed, and Edmund followed Caspian’s line of sight. In his pocket was an envelope; folded in quarters deliberately, delicately. Caspian looked perplexed, flipping it over in his fingers. “I don’t remember leaving this in here” he said, pushing apart the seal. Edmund propped himself up with his palms, curious as to whether Caspian was trying some sort of ill-advised humour again.

But then, something fell out of the envelope and into his palm. Caspian stared at it for a few moments; the firelight catching in his eyes. He made a small noise, a smile slowly lighting up his features.

“What is it?” Edmund asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Caspian held it up, and Edmund recognised it instantly. A bluebell, dried and flattened slightly, deliberately. It still retained that violet hue, even in the light. 

“I gave her one of these” Caspian sighed, his voice filled with admiration “all that time ago”.

Edmund didn’t have to ask to know who Caspian meant. (y/n) had caught Caspian’s eye in a way that Edmund barely understood; and barely even needed to understand. She was an advisor to him, a trusted confidant - but more, too. When she entered a room, Caspian would immediately stand up, face red and wistful. Some days when Caspian was sparring with Edmund, (y/n) would walk by and smile. Caspian would almost drop his sword immediately, and Edmund would laugh. Edmund wasn’t sure if they were together - but he knew that there were feelings that flowed between them like a river coursing through the valley.  Other than that, he need not know.

Edmund’s thoughts were interrupted when Reepicheep burst through the foliage, panting in panic. Caspian scrambled to his feet as Edmund whipped around. “Your majesties” Reepicheep gasped, his hands on his tiny knees “the castle - I came as fast as I could, but there’s been an attack-” “An attack?” Caspian started, his eyes widening “from who?” “I don’t know” Repicheep said “but the others…they’re in danger! We must hurry!”

Edmund felt his heart throb in his chest. Lucy. They’d left Lucy back at the castle. They were half a day away by horseback - maybe longer, if their sore backs had anything to say about it. But as Edmund turned to Caspian, he noticed the young king was staring down at the bluebell in his hand, his jaw clenched tightly shut.

“Round up the men” he told Reepicheep, his voice steady through his gritted teeth “we ride as soon as they are able”.

Hunting Headcanon [Caspian]

Headcanon: Caspian and his s/o on a hunting trip

Note: I don’t actually know what happens on a hunting trip, so it’s really vague. You’ll see what I mean when you read it.

Requested by anon for my 1k follower celebration. No more please!

Narnia Preference: How He Tries to Impress You

@luzthenarnian I’m sooooo sorry for how long this has taken. I got engaged, and everything went kinda crazy and awesome, but has kept me off tumblr. 

This is my first preference, so I’ll put the disclaimer that I don’t really know what I’m doing. Butttttt here goes!

Edmund:

•He’d be less than forward at first

•But he observes everything okay, so he starts mentally noting all the little things about you

•Your first conversation is probably over books

•the next day he hands you a book

•"I think you’d like this one.“

•And you find tiny pieces of paper with his thoughts on certain sections throughout the book.

•Then he stays up late with you discussing the book after you’ve finished it, and it’s in one of these late night sessions that he first decides to kiss you, with surprising fervor

•When he’s around others, he’ll sometimes speak up more than usual to maybe get you to notice

•He LISTENS. Like no one’s business. He remembers details of things you told him and will bring them up when he can just to let you know he cares

Caspian:

•He’s got a natural way with words, so he compliments you warmly and often

•Anything from “The way your hair falls is absolutely lovely,” to “The more I know you, the more I see just how bright your very being is.”

•He enjoys teaching you things, patiently watching you grow in whatever skill.

•And he lets you know he enjoys learning from you. He’s humble, and you’ll find you’d never run into ego, just eagerness to learn from you how to do something you’re passionate about.

•He'a passionate man, and he really isn’t afraid to show you it, although he allows his passion to manifest itself calmly.

•Think slow, hot neck kisses

•Or just sappy gestures of affection

•You wake up to your favorite flower by your bed

Peter

•Okay so Peter doesn’t possess a subtle bone in his body, so his affection for you is never something you or anyone else has any question about

•He’s really attentive to you and is frequently asking how you’re doing, really wanting the truth

•"Actually, Peter, everything isn’t okay right now.“ And his eyes instantly soften and he just melts, pulling you into his chest, hugging you hard

•He’ll be super protective of you: this isn’t to impress you, it’s just who he is

•He’s quite the gentleman, opening doors, etc.

•It’s to the point you kinda have to hint you want to be kissed by him at first

•But once he knows your desires and comfort levels, you’ll find yourself being pulled into numerous nooks, being kissed breathless

•You really wonder how kisses can be so sweet and sinful all at one moment

The Chronicles of Narnia Scores:

Headcanon: Caspian’s favorite “character” from his nurses’ stories was King Edmund. Even if he never told his uncle, he always wanted to be Like Edmund when he grew up. He never imagined he’d meet his role model.