*facepalm*

[bedlamsbard]

I want to write girl!Peter/Caspian a really ridiculous amount. (The last time I wanted to write het this much, I ended up writing Into the Woods Baker/Cinderella fic. The time before that it was Beauty and the Beast Lumiere/Belle.) I don't even know why.

Well, okay, some of it would be the dialogue.

Scenario: There has been a minor cave-in in the How. Caspian and Peta are trapped in a cave for several hours. Peta's claustrophobia kicks in, and Caspian keeps her calm. Near the tail-end of this they start making out. Then Edmund and the rescue team break through.
Edmund: You know, we can come back later, if you're busy.
Peta: No, now is good. Now is excellent. *clambers out*
Caspian: *follows, a little disappointed*
Peta: *turns around and grabs the collar of Caspian's shirt* And you can come with me. *drags him down the tunnel to her room.*
Caspian: *grins like an idiot*
Edmund: Well, shit.

Caspian: I hope you're not offended that I, ah, took advantage of your sister...
Edmund: *hysterical laughter*

Peta: What do you mean, you asked Edmund? So long as he's not in my bed, he doesn't get a vote in who is.
Caspian: *chokes*

Caspian: *suffering from dreams of conjugal bliss* Marry me.
Peta: *hits him* Do you want to die a horrible messy death?
Caspian: What?
Peta: I'm going to assume history has forgotten how many of my fiances died instead of assuming you have a death wish.
Caspian: Maybe you just never met the right one?
Peta: Do you really want to bet your life on that?
Caspian: *grins wildly*
Peta: What? WHAT?
Caspian: You care.
Peta: I most certainly do not!
Caspian: You really care!
Peta: I --
Caspian: *kisses her*

Susan: I'm worried about Peta. She just seems --
Edmund: I really don't want to say this, but --
Susan: -- like she's not all here. I think Narnia's getting to her.
Edmund: She's like that every time she's having really great sex.
Susan and Lucy: ...
Edmmund: I said I didn't want say it.

Guys, I am SO ASHAMED. This is, like, the height of fantasy romance. All we're missing is a knight on a white horse, and that's only because Caspian's horse is black and the unicorn from LWW tragically died. Although I'm not sure a unicorn is what's really needed here...

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[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

That is totally for the next morning, when Peta's in the bathroom and Peter sees her passport lying on the bedside table. He flips it open -- he still doesn't know her name -- and sees Pevensie, Peta and his own birthdate like a brand. He's still looking at it when Peta comes out and stands in the door, looking at him with her hair sopping wet around her shoulders.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"Peter," he says. "Peter Pevensie. Lieutenant Peter Pevensie."

"High King of Narnia," she whispers.

"Yes," he says, and doesn't ask how she knows. They're speaking Narnian.

"Neither of us has said more than a word in English since you walked into that bar," Peta says. "How is this possible?"

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

SQUEET.

Poor Peta/Peter :)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

SO CONFUSED.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

But also kind of happy. Because it's lonely being yourself.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," the girl says as Peter's kissing his way down between her breasts and almost cuts his tongue off on a knife hidden in her brassiere.

"Don't worry," he says, the words a butterfly flutter against her flat stomach. "I know what to do with small arms."

Her skin is like his -- tanned dark where it's exposed to sunlight, milk-pale elsewhere. He runs his hands over her ribs, fingers stopping briefly at each point where his own scars would be if they hadn't vanished. Her breath stops each time, and then she closes her own slim hands on his wrists and tugs him upright.

"The courtesy's appreciated," she says, hands making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, "but it's not just about me. Let me --"

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

is this BEFORE or AFTER they recognise each other? (for the purpose of archiving)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Before, of course, they're still having sex!

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

They could have sex AGAIN.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

But at that point would it be WRONG or would Peter be in a hurry to get back to base?

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

OBVIOUSLY Peter has two days off, just for the purposes of you writing fic.

And... actually, I don't think they'd have sex again straight away, but it wouldn't be WRONG, per se, if they did. (Unless one or other of them thinks masturbation is wrong, because essentially that's what they're doin', having sex with themselves.)

I'm kind of picturing them both stunned and then one or other trying to explain to the other... somethin' about not noticing that they were speaking Narnian because that's still the language they think in, only the words get all tied up, but that doesn't MATTER because naturally the other one understands.
And then there might even be a hug.

And then breakfast.

[franceica.livejournal.com]

I am very curious now about what sort of companionship is going to result from knowing yourself. Would it be like a twin sister/brother to them? Very interesting situation.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

I dunno. I suspect they'd either heave a great sigh of relief and share an Understanding Hug and then possibly fall asleep again what with being all safe and warm and understood.

Or they could try to stab each other.

Or somewhere in between.

(Me, I'm going for a less melodramatic version of option A, but that could be because that's what *I* would do faced with my doppelganger.)

[franceica.livejournal.com]

I like the first option! Peter, or Peta for that matter, does need heart-warming moments once in a while. And yes, I am shallow and look at the world through rosy glasses. But I want them to be happy, even just for a moment. *headdesk*

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

hangonhangon HERE's something interesting, and even a legit avenue of literary exploration.

Peta and Peter are obviously VERY VERY ALIKE. But not the same, because different genders mean different experiences mean different characters.

Give me a situation in which they find an unexpected point of difference, and how they feel about it.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Killing Miraz? Because Peter does the whole "handing you over to Caspian to kill!" thing and Peta goes, "DIE NOW BASTARD!" *lops off Miraz's head*

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

No, i mean one when they're actually together.

Properly written up, please, young lady.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

(Hi, this is the one where I actually have to do research to figure out where Peter might be stationed in 1944-45. And that is exotic. I'm thinking Burma.)

It goes from "Let me take you out to breakfast, I have forty-eight hours leave" to somehow ending up back in bed. They leave the windows open, the sound of bombing a distant echo, and Peta spreads him out on her bed and sinks down on him slowly, head thrown back so that Peter can see the tendons in her neck strain. Afterwards, she lets him put his arms around her and traces the starburst of scars over his ribs -- the new ones, the ones that he hasn't figured out if they're real or not, because he hasn't figured if anything in England is played for keeps, even getting shot down and nearly dying.

"Why would you do it?" she asks quietly in Old Narnian. "Why fight for England?"

"Because I don't know what else to do," Peter replies in the same language and luxuriating in it. He doesn't even speak Narnian -- Old or New -- with his siblings any more, but he writes his diary in it, and he knows he thinks in it and dreams in it. It's always a conscious effort to say anything in English, and he knows that Su and Ed notice it. Su goes thin-lipped with displeasure every time he hesitates before speaking, and that's most of the tiime. "I don't --" he continues carefully. "I'm not very good at anything else."

"Neither am I," Peta says. "But I wouldn't put my hand in for England if they paid me. Not that they're taking women for anything but nursing anyway," she adds, and snorts.

"England was my country too, once," Peter says. "And the Jerries are a threat to everyone. It's the right thing to do."

"Maybe it is, but that doesn't mean I have to have anything to do with it. I've done enough fighting that I won't spill my blood for anyone but Narnia or my family," Peta says. "England's going to have to earn me before she gets me. At least I have a choice," she adds. "I guess you don't."

"I chose my branch," Peter says, but the words are empty. He chose the air because it's the only thing he hasn't really done, and because flying is a little like magic, and because some things don't change; his de Havilland Mosquito isn't a griffin, but it's as close as he's going to get.

"I'm fighting for my family too," he adds, and Peta puts her cheek against the starburst scars.

"My family's dead," she says.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

OOOH.

That *is* an interesting twist.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

And now we know where the angst and the plot came from. I think I liked this better when it was just gratuitous sex. *sigh*

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

next amusing prompt:

In this verse, was there a Peter/Caspian thing going on? I have this terrible mental image of Peter and Peta comparing the performance of their respective Caspians...