Lucy, Eustace and Edmund left Narnia behind after the voyage of the Dawntreader, and Caspian went on to bring about the second Golden Age. But before he did, he had to face the ice wars and as it turns out, not all of the former kings and queens stayed in England for good. This is the story of two fates intertwined, having crossed twice already, now bound together. (Slow burn)

This fic is based on this prompt: Imagine Person A is afraid of thunderstorms. So when there's a storm they sit rigid next to Person B, and Person B wakes up to the feel of A flinching, or doing something to wake them up. B asks A what's wrong, and A sheepishly tells them. B pulls them close, and A falls asleep, finally.

AU. Stackson. "And what fun would that be, Stiles?" I purred. He blushed and I could hear his heart accelerating and I could smell arousal radiating off of him. He seems to want this, just as much as I do. "Don't you like when I look at you?" I pressed.

AU. Stackson."Come on. You've got to be used to your face by now, right? It's nothing to cry over." He jeered. I wasn't in the mood for it. "Can you just shut up and stop being yourself for two seconds?" I snapped. "Tell me what's wrong and I'll stop." "My mom, she died today, when I was kid." I breathed. "Come on. Get out." He told me. "Why?" "Because I'm getting you out of here."