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[bedlamsbard]

I feel like writing Peta/Caspian. Prompts, please?

Also, argh, because I switched out my contacts...before I realized that my boxes of new contacts aren't clearly labeled which set is right and left, and my eyes aren't quite equally horrible. (Close, but not quite.) I think I have them in the right eyes, but they kind of hurt, which is, uh, bad.

ETA: Never mind, I'm wearing glasses today; I don't feel like screwing around with these until Everything Is Resolved.

ETA: Wow, you guys are in the mood for domesticity today. I was thinking porn. *bemused*

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[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

*bounces over*

there are horrible people making horrible carousing noises on my floor. Thus, I clearly need commentporn to get me through the night.

Uh... how's about finishing the one where Peta demanded that Caspian tie her up?

Or, on the other hand, post-baby. I'm wondering how Peta takes to the whole motherhood thing.

[lyamainu.livejournal.com]

Cooking - one of them trying to cook for the other, and failing horribly.

[aella_irene]

Just after Rilian was born, with Peta still dozy from whatever painkillers she's been given.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

*suspicious glare* Suddenly everyone wants domesticity. I, on the other hand, am in the mood for porn, so clearly that's what we all get.


For a moment he pauses, admiring her, then he leans down and kisses the join of thigh and hip, just above her brush of golden hair. Peta's gone very still, and Caspian can only imagine how it must feel -- bound, blinded, waiting in the dark. He kisses her mouth again for reassurance and runs his thumb up the inside of her thigh, pressing lightly against her clit.

She makes a faint sound in the back of her throat, but doesn't move. Caspian kisses the spot between her breasts, slick with sweat and still with tension, and then raises his head to look at her face.

Peta's expression is closed off, distant and empty; Caspian's not even certain she's there anymore. Carefully, he takes his weight off her and leans up, cupping her cheek in his hand, sudden weight in his chest. "Peta," he says softly.

It takes her a moment before she opens her eyes, and then her face crumbles. "God damn it," she snarls, rolling over and punching her pillow. "God damn it, I thought I was fucking over this. Fuck!" This last is when she she slips and hits the bedroll instead of the pillow; beneath the fabric is the hard stone of the How.

Caspian scrambles backwards. "Peta --"

She sits up and puts her head between her knees, hands on the back of her head, one still folded into a fist. "There was --" she says, and breathes hard through her mouth, sheer unrelenting panic. He touches her shoulder and she flinches away from him. Caspian lets his hand fall.

"He didn't know who I was," Peta says eventually, forcing the words out. "Or...care. England didn't cure the goddamn claustrophobia, I don't know why I thought it would fix...this. Fuck."

She rests her forehead against her knees, curled in on herself like a comma. "I can kill anything with a pulse and a number of things without," she mutters into her skin, "and none of it matters, because all it takes is one thing and I'm back in fucking Natare."

Caspian touches her back, and this time, she doesn't flinch. "Come here," he says, and she unfolds herself to let him take her in his arms, resting his chin on top of her head. "What are you thinking of now?"

"I was thinking I could fall in love with you," Peta says.


...okay, kids, I wanted porn, not trauma.

[saturns-hikari.livejournal.com]

soooo....
I'll take porn!

Petra/Caspian involving strange outfits

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

oh GODS.

*pats both of them ineffectually*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I DID NOT KNOW until Peta hit me over the head with this.

I now need to write something happy and cuddly, to relieve me of this. Oh, Peta. And Caspian.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

Caspian'll be fine, he just got what a Very Nearly Expression of Affection from Peta :P

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

And now he knows things Edmund does not know about Peta. Uh, yay for emotional intimacy?

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

Does Susan know?

*scratches nose* What about lucy?

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Susan may know; Lucy does not. It happened during that year when Peta (or Peter) was missing and was a mercenary in Natare.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

oh, right. Huhn, interesting. I wondered. My 'verse, it would've been Lucy who knew first. But then, your Lucy is distinctly different to mine...

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

also, you're a Bad Influence, young lady. I was toying with the idea of writing Queen Edwina the Just, the other day...

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

My Peta and my Susan are closer than my Peter and my Susan, also. Sisters a year apart and all that.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHHA. *encourages*

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

I also had fabulous mental images of King Sam the Gentle, running around ordering new tapestries and arranging banquets.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHHA. But do we still have High King Peter and Queen Lucy?

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

"Didn't you ever have to do this while hunting?" Peta says disbelievingly, holding the blackly mangled corpse of what had once been a rabbit -- not a talking rabbit -- at arm's length from her.

"Of course not!" Caspian protests, faintly hurt but still determined to defend his pride, or whatever's left of it. "We had servants for that."

"I suppose we're lucky you can dress yourself," Peta mutters under her breath. "I like my meat well-done, but not black. Anyone hungry?" she calls, waving the rabbit over her head.

A passing hound gives her a disgusted look. "Majesty," he says in tones of deep hurt. "Please."

"I'm not wasting food," Peta adds. "I suppose I could just feed it to you and go get something to eat from Edmund," she tells Caspian. "He knows how to roast something over an open fire."

Caspian looks at the charred rabbit in distaste. He'd just --

"Majesty?" a dog the size of Caspian's hand says from Peta's feet. It's only a white fluff of a thing, completely at odds with the rest of the How. It looks around before continuing. "I, ah, spent a lot of time with --"

"I really don't care," Peta says, holding the rabbit out to it. "Take it and be welcome."

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

Depends how crack-y it'll be. If I actually do it for SRIUS i'd keep both Peter and Lucy the way they are. If extra cracky, I might ask to borrow Peta for a bit.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I call co-written crossover! I shall write the Petaverse, and you shall write the Sam-and-Edwina-verse, and then they can all fall through a magic portal thing, or something.

*cough*

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

ehehehe... I might just. I think I'll start with Edwina in LWW, though. It'll be interesting to see why she's so horrible to Lucy.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I would weep at having to write during LWW; it's hard enough to write them in, oh, about the five years following, before they get scary.

Poor Edwina. Her name.

(Oooh. Peter/Edwina.)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

"That can't possibly be a baby," Peta says, sounding a little dreamy.

"I'm pretty sure it's actually a baby," Edmund assures her, squeezing her hand.

Peta raises herself up to look at the wrapped bundle in Caspian's arms. "Are you sure?" she asks dubiously. "It looks a little...squashed."

"It's a boy," Caspian tells her, looking like he's been hit over the head by a minotaur. "Look, it's your mother," he tells the baby, and puts his son in Peta's arms, where he latches onto a nipple immediately.

Now Peta looks shocked.

"If it's not a baby," Edmund says, "I really don't want to know what it is." He squeezes his sister's hand again.

"Maybe I'll kill you later," she says to Caspian.

"Whatever you want," Caspian says, the same way he'd said it when she announced that she was going to go riding this morning, pregnancy or not. He leans over and kisses her lightly on the mouth. "What are you going to call him?"

"I suppose you have a vote in this too," Peta says magnanimously. "But not Caspian the Eleventh."

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

Edwina's an ok name...
No pevencest. Won't do it, sorry :p

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

*is sad*