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[frost-queen]

I'll comfort you (Fem!Reader x Susan Pevensie)

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The morning light snuck into the room. Beams of light illuminating the room. Enough brightness to disturb your sleeping eyes. Humming softly, you tossed and turned a bit. Feeling a sudden loss at something. Patting your hand around on the matrass to find her. Groaning soft, you hated having a king size bed. You rather had a smaller bed so you wouldn’t lose her. You kept patting your hand around till it got lifted up. – “I’m right here.” – Susan replied lowering your hand on her head for you to feel her. Smiling with your eyes still closed, you rolled over to the side.

Letting your other hand join Susan’s body, pulling her closer to you. Susan helped you a bit, moving to you. Your arms went around her, pulling her as tight as you could against your chest. Exhaling relieved to have her in your arms again. Susan’s arms were around you as well. Susan let her chin rest on top of your head. Snuggling underneath the sheets. Susan had a smile on her lips. – “I do have to get up.” – she muttered out, rubbing your back. – “Five more minutes.” – you replied listening to her heartbeat. Susan giggled loud, giving you a playful slap against your back.

“I have duties to attend.” – she explained. – “Your duty is with me, your majesty.” – you told her, rubbing your forehead against her chest. All snuggled up against her. Susan laughed once more. – “I’m afraid that excuse won’t count.” – she said hearing you groan annoyed. Susan shoved you a bit back to have a glimpse of your face. Your pouty lips making her laugh. – “I’ll tell the High-king, you were indisposed. Emergency?” – you told her. Susan cupped your cheeks, slipping her leg between yours.

“How I wish you could, but this is important.” – she let out, giving you a kiss afterwards. Susan let go of you, slipping out of bed. You groaned loud, rolling on your back to stare at the ceiling with your arms wide open. – “Oh don’t be such a baby Y/n.” – Susan said grabbing a pillow, throwing it at you afterwards. The impact made you close your arms, legs pulled up. Moving the pillow aside, you rolled onto your stomach.

Watching her get dressed. – “Tell me what is on the agenda oh Queen Susan the gentle.” – you called out, receiving a glare from her. Chuckling a bit, you pulled a pillow underneath you for support. – “Well there is the morning report. The gathering with the archers. The kings council…” – she listed pacing around to count on her fingers.

Keeping her focus on getting it all right in the right order. You puffed loud as it caught her attention. – “And when does the queen have time for her loving subjects?” – you asked her. Susan’s brow quirked up. – “and with loving subject, you mean yourself?” – she teased.

You nodded jumping up to your feet on the bed. Susan chuckled softly finishing preparing herself. You jumped out of bed, coming over to her. – “I mean you must pay attention to your subjects.” – you told her, placing your hands on her shoulders as she sat in front of the vanity. Susan looked up at you through the mirror.

“You are no mere subject Y/n.” – she told you, turning around. Taking your hand in hers, she left a soft kiss on them. – “You are my long becoming friend and partner now.” – she reminded you. – “Without you I don’t know if I would’ve been so brave. Not with the white witch, not with Midas…”

With tears in your eyes, you wrapped your arms around her. – “Liar, you are the bravest person I know. You are only saying to please me.” – you cried out, hugging her tight. – “I am not.” – Susan replied with a smile, patting you on the back to give her some breathing area. Sniffling loud, you pulled away. Seeing the tears in your eyes, she looking amusingly with sympathy at you.

Letting a finger brush against your cheek to make you snap out of it. – “Perhaps you should get dressed too.” – Susan said pointing at your nightgown. You looked down at yourself, snorting loud. You ran to the closet, pulling out your cloths as Susan finished up. Hand in hand, the two of you roamed the halls of Cair Paravel. Subjects bowing their heads at the sight of their queen.

The doors got opened to the throne room. Susan’s siblings already present. You walked Susan up to her throne next to Peter’s. Susan gave you kiss, saying her goodbyes. She then went to sit on her throne. – “Y/n.” – Peter greeted you with a nod. – “High-King Peter.” – you replied with a curtsy. You then curtsied before Susan, Edmund and Lucy as well.

Susan gave you a sympathetic smile with a little wave gesture before you made your way down the steps. Leaving the throne room. As the doors closed on you, you saw the bison approach the kings and queens for the morning report. Sighing loud, you didn’t like being away from Susan. It was like you couldn’t think without her or figure out what to do. Stepping away, you went outside knowing what her second topic of on the agenda was.

Sitting on a rocky wall, kicking your feet back and forth. Waiting patiently for Susan to pass by. You knew she had to pass here to get to the archery area. The sun just warm enough on your skin. Puffing loud, you hoped it wouldn’t take much longer. Missing her already. It was something you couldn’t help.

Ever since being separated from your family because of the war, you developed this need for reassurance that anyone was always close by. That anyone being Susan. Meeting her first at the professor’s house. Following along to Narnia. Susan went from strangers to friends to lovers. It took a while since it wasn’t accustomed for two girls to be in love.

Back at home it might have been a problem, but in Narnia it never is. Free to love whoever you like. Sudden footsteps made you lift your chest up. Smiling hard at the sight of Susan. There was a second of surprise on her face, before it settled to a smug stare. – “Have you been waiting for me Y/n?” – she asked as you jumped off the stone wall.

“Yes. A Queen needs an escort to her next agenda point right?” – you told her, locking your arm with hers. – “Alright escort me.” – Susan replied. You led her down, further away from the castle. Not far from you were knights practicing their swords skills. You arrived at the tent, opening the flap to her. – “There arrived safely.” – you said. Susan curtsied at you as a thank you. Letting her hand rest against your cheek, she stole another kiss from you. – “Will you wait for me?” – she asked. – “As long as I need.” – you told her. Susan disappeared into the tent as you waited outside. Kicking at some rocks to pass the time.

The tent flaps opened once more as Susan and the archers walked out. She was still talking, leading them to the practise court. It intrigued you, so you snuck closer to them. Keeping your distance. The archers stood with their backs at you, listening carefully at their commander. Susan stood by the practice targets. You far behind the wooden fences.

Lifting your body a bit up, you admired her from afar. Susan’s gaze fell on you mid-sentence, making her pause briefly.  Needing a bit of attention to pick up on her speech. You came leaning on the fence, blowing on a flower. Susan suddenly laughed, the archers looking confused at her. Widening her eyes, she cleared her throat excusing her little outburst. Trying not to pay much attention to you, she finished her speech.

The archers nodded as she parted ways with them. – “You made me laugh.” – was the first she said. – “I didn’t do anything.” – you told her confused. – “I know.” – she answered teasingly, taking your hand once more. Escorting her to the kings council. Knowing you couldn’t be present or anywhere near it, you said your goodbye’s and returned to your quarters.

Waiting eagerly and yearningly for Susan to return. Laying mindlessly on the bed. Staring out onto the sea. Cleaning up a bit. Anything to make time go faster. The door opened making you lift your head up. Susan stumbled exhausted into the room. Gasping loud, you got up, running up to her. – “My dearest Susan, look at you.” – you said giving her a hand for support.

You led her to the bed, letting her sit down. Susan let herself fall back with an exhausting sigh. – “I am drained.” – she let out, letting an arm fall over her face. You came sitting beside her, looking briefly up to the ceiling. – “Than you must need healing.” – you told her. Susan intrigued, moved her arm up with a smirk. Both of you laughed crawling further onto the bed. Snuggling against each other.

Facing each other to embrace the other one as purely as possible. – “Please tell me no more attendances?” – you asked her. Susan shook her head as her chest rubbed against your forehead. – “No more, just you and me.” – she told you. Lifting your head up, you smiled at her. – “My favourite moment of the day.” – telling her with the most lovable gaze. Susan looked down on you, smiling before her lips crashed onto yours. Kissing you deeply with all the love she had for you. Finally able to relax after a long and exhausting day.

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[livi008]

༺Daughter Of The Wild༻

(moodboard by me)

༒︎✧˖°.chapter V- the age of forgotten crowns°˖✧༒︎

pairing: caspian x fem!reader category: fantasy; chronicles of narnia; fanfiction word count: 960 a/n: heyy! im so excited to finally have the pevensies join the story! if anyone cares, you may notice some small resentment towards peter in my writing because i dont really like the start of his character in this movie but i tried my best to be impartial lol. also, i dont know if its just in my devices, but the quality of my moodboard is kinda bad right now :( anyways, ill try to fix that for the next chapters, now, just enjoy the reading! (new chapter coming soon ;) )

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The first light of morning filtered through the trees, casting the forest in a soft, silvery mist.

Lucy stirred from sleep, blinking as the dream faded—the lingering memory of Aslan’s golden eyes watching her, the sound of his voice echoing in her chest.

She sat up slowly, the dew-damp earth cool beneath her palms. Around her, the others still slept, but an invisible pull urged her forward.

Quietly, she rose and wandered into the trees, each step feeling half-dream and half-awake.

A twig snapped nearby. Before she could react, a hand clamped gently over her mouth. She tensed, but then heard the familiar voice whisper against her ear. “Quiet,” Peter murmured.

He pulled her down behind a fallen log just as a hulking Minotaur stalked past, its massive horns gleaming in the misty dawn.

Peter waited until the creature had passed before taking her hand and leading her deeper into the trees. His sword was already drawn, gleaming faintly.

He stepped carefully, every muscle coiled in readiness—until, from the shadows, something lunged at him. Steel flashed

Peter barely managed to block the blow. The clash of metal rang sharp through the trees as he squared off against his attacker.

Caspian.

The prince fought with a desperate intensity, striking fiercely. Peter parried and shoved back, managing to knock Caspian’s blade aside. Caspian stumbled but recovered quickly, dodging Peter’s next swing. Peter drove forward, forcing Caspian back until the prince’s sword lodged in the trunk of a tree with a loud thunk.

Peter surged forward, ready to finish it—only for Caspian to react fast, wrenching Peter’s own blade from his grip where it had briefly stuck into a root. Peter dove, grabbing Caspian’s abandoned sword just in time.

The two circled each other, breathless and tense, weapons raised.

Lucy stood frozen, wide-eyed, until she found her voice.

“NO! Stop!” she cried.

Her voice rang out sharply through the clearing.

Both boys froze.

The sudden tension was broken as the rest of the Narnians began emerging from the trees, weapons drawn.

You appeared too, bow in hand, rushing toward Caspian’s side as instinctively as breathing.

Caspian shifted, sword still pointed at Peter, suspicion tightening his features. Then Peter’s soft voice broke the stillness.

“Prince Caspian?”

Caspian blinked, caught off-guard. “Yes?” he asked, almost cautiously. “And who are you?”

Before he could speak, the others arrived—Susan, Edmund, and Trumpkin.

You quickly lowered your bow and rushed to Trumpkin, throwing your arms around him. The old dwarf gave a pleased grunt, patting your back awkwardly. “Easy there, lass,” he muttered, but you caught the relieved glint in his eyes.

Caspian’s gaze dropped to the sword he was holding—the High King’s sword—and realization flickered across his face. “High King Peter,” he breathed in astonishment.

Peter raised a brow, answering coolly, “I believe you called.”

Caspian opened his mouth, words tumbling out without thought. “Well, yes… but… I thought you would be… older.”

Peter rolled his eyes, his voice dripping sarcasm. “Well, if you like, we can come back in a few years…”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped you at Peter’s quick wit. You admired the way he carried himself, so assured—even in a moment like this. Caspian shot you a sideways glare, his jaw tightening slightly at your amused reaction, though you could see the faintest dusting of color rising in his cheeks.

He stumbled to recover, blurting quickly, “No! No, that’s alright. You’re just… not exactly what I expected.”

You reached over and gave him a playful nudge to the shoulder, silently scolding him for putting his foot in his mouth.

Before Caspian could respond further, Edmund’s dry voice cut in, glancing warily toward a nearby Minotaur. “Neither are you.”

Trufflehunter stepped forward, voice steady and commanding. “A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes.”

A flicker of understanding passed between the gathered Narnians.

Reepicheep approached then, drawing his tiny rapier as he bowed low before Peter. “We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege,” he said with great formality.

Peter’s expression softened as he looked down at the small mouse.

“Our hearts and swords are at your service,” Reepicheep declared, his voice brimming with honor.

Lucy leaned toward Susan, whispering under her breath, “Oh my gosh, he’s so cute.”

At once, Reepicheep snapped to attention, sword raised defensively. “Who said that?!”

Lucy shrank back, mumbling, “Sorry…”

The mouse composed himself stiffly. “Oh. Uh… Your Majesty! With the greatest respect, I do believe ‘courageous,’ ‘courteous,’ or ‘chivalrous’ might more befit a knight of Narnia.”

You smirked, stepping forward and chiming in playfully, “Forgive him. Small package, very large temper.”

Lucy let out a muffled giggle behind her hand. Even Susan’s lips twitched.

Reepicheep turned, scandalized, but seeing the twinkle in your eye, he huffed and let it go, tucking his sword neatly away.

Peter sheathed his own weapon with a faint smirk. “Well, at least some of you can handle a blade.”

Reepicheep puffed up proudly. “Indeed. And I have recently put it to good use—securing weapons for your army, sire.”

Peter turned his gaze toward Caspian, authority slipping naturally into his voice. “Good. Because we’re going to need every sword we can get.”

You caught Caspian’s sidelong glance, feeling his slight hesitation. You arched a brow at him in silent question: Is he taking over already?

But Caspian said nothing. Instead, he extended Peter’s sword — the same one he’d torn from his grasp only minutes ago.

Caspian only offered a curt nod, forcing the moment aside. “Well then,” he said, voice a touch stiff, “you’ll probably be wanting yours back.”

Peter took it, less than gently, and with no further words, the group began to move, the mist curling around their feet as they disappeared deeper into the woods.

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[galixy0universe]

Chronicles of Narnia Fic

Check out my PeterPevensie fanfiction. It takes place after the war before they end up leaving Narnia for the first time. I plan to eventually add to the story, but for now enjoy the first part. As always let me know what you think! Don't forget to check out my Kinktober post and recommend something before slots are filled.

[t-marveland]

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 | peter pevensie

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 85

Masterlist

Tu étais dans le train avec tous tes bagages pour partir rejoindre ta famille loin de Londres. Tu passais devant chaque cabine dans l'espoir de trouver une place quand tu en vis une. Tu ouvris la porte et passas ta tête dans l'entrebâillement.

❝━ Excusez-moi ?❞

Un jeune garçon leva la tête et planta ses yeux dans les tiennes.

❝━ Puis-je m'asseoir ?❞

Il hocha frénétiquement la tête en signe de réponse et tu allas t'installer, bien contente d'avoir trouvé une place.

[vinnieswife]

The sword room

Peter Pevensie x reader

words: 880

warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), peter being a little shit

"He wants to destroy me." You rolled your eyes.

"I think you could definitely beat him ... and then ... give him to me" Edmund smirked at your response, Caspian kept looking down and then looked back up at the two of you, as you were starting to argue about who has who.

"Don't worry Cas, just go out there and kick their smug asses."

"Right." Caspian hugged you as he shook Edmund's hand. Caspian pulled his mask over his head and grabbed his sword as he ran off towards the field.

"Ed?" You asked, as you went to sit in the stands. Peter Pevensie looked at you and all you could think of was his strong, warm body leaning against yours as he kissed you feverishly. You could almost imagine the smile he was giving you as he ran up and down your body. You look up at Edmund, a smile twining your lips. He glares at you.

"Don't even think about it missy, your brother would kill you and then kill me for letting you do it."

Halfway through the games, you could feel the tension getting tighter and tighter. Peter was aiming for Caspian, who was trying to stay away from Tummnus, who was the supposed assassin trying to kill all the supernatural beings in Narnia.

"He's doing really well." I nodded, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Yeah. That other one, Peter. Caspian doesn't like him."

"I can feel it."

"Why is he looking at you like that?"

"I don't know. By the way, I'm going to run to the warehouse, okay? I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Sure." He nods. You head to the warehouse, completely dodging the many suits of armor that were stored there. As you sigh, leaning against the wall, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turn around.

"Peter?" he smiled lowering his head "hello darling" you smiled back "I've missed you, I barely saw you today" his lips were about to touch yours.

"What if Caspian sees us?" you whisper, looking into his eyes through your lashes. “let him see then” he moved closer, his other hand landing on the other side of your neck. His heartbeat quickens, the closer he gets, your feet instinctively recoil, until your back presses against the rock wall. As his chest leans into yours, you take a deep breath, trying to control yourself.

"Please Pete." You whimper, reaching your hands out to grab his forearms. He gripped your waist tighter, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closing, before he moved closer, sliding your body closer. He bent down slightly, due to the large height difference between the two of you.

"Fuck, Peter." You gasped, as he pulled your shirt over your head. You looked up at him passionately, before jumping up, your legs wrapping around him. His hands remained at your sides, not touching you in the slightest. He found it incredibly sexy, that you could practically stay with him. You look down at his bright, beautiful face, biting your lip. You leaned down, as his hands reach for your ass, squeezing.

He pushed you against one of the warehouse benches, leaning over. He stopped to admire you for a second. You unbuttoned your skirt and slid the drawstring down seductively, before a hand slipped under your underwear. He rubbed you gently, sliding one hand up to cup your left breast.

He raised his eyebrows, "Damn, y/n." He groaned, tearing at your thighs and tugging at the remaining fabric. He moved your panties aside and licked your clit. You gasped, your fingers curling into his blond hair. He inserted two fingers into your slit, curling them instantly. You wiggled against his fingers, "Mmm, you like that?" The vibrations sent you into overdrive as Peter muttered the dirty words.

"Shit, Pete! Please!"

"Mm-mm." He shakes his head, before returning to sucking on your clit. He pulls away, drying his hands on his trousers, "I have a game to attend sweetheart." You stand up, your eyes bright with anger and disappointment.

"You didn't."

"Didn't what?" He smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"You're an asshole."

"I give you a reason to come back, am I right?" He spreads his arms wide to prove his point. You glare at him and tie up your skirt and shirt. You fixed your hair, while he gave you an amused look. Your storm passed him, you bumped your shoulder into his in "accident".

Peter walks behind you until you reach the gates of the camp, he left a kiss on your cheek. You scream, seeing him wink at you. He puts his helmet back on and runs into the field, excusing himself over the toilet and feeling dizzy. You stare in awe at the scene before running over to Edmund, who raises his eyebrows at you.

"I'll tell Caspian." He stands up, about to run towards your older brother. You push him down, seating him again.

"Tell him what?"

"That you had sex with Peter!" He ran off and you sighed.

"We didn't have sex." You bit your lip and looked at the man who knocked the wind out of you in the sword store, "Not yet."

[where-dreamers-go]

Edmund Pevensie Masterlist

A Masterlist of all insert readers of Edmund.

Last updated: June 18, 2025

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"Surprise" King Edmund Pevensie x Reader

- What started as an imagine became an insert reader where King Edmund finds you creating art.

"Possible" King Edmund x Reader

- Where you, a Narnian, are having one of the worst days you've ever had during the reign of the Pevensies.

"Foolish" King Edmund Pevensie x f! Reader

- Where King Edmund has a years long crush on Reader. One day he mistakes an interaction between Reader and High King Peter to be flirtatious. Jealousy shows up.

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[parzival911]

Chapter 6 - Heeding the Call to Adventure

Recommended Tea: Pomegranate and Raspberry (given the guide); alternately Rooibos Red

At long last all the Pevensie children end up inside Narnia, and thus the story itself can really begin. After all, they won't return to England until the very end, after the journey reaches its end.

Interestingly, Lewis leaves Lucy uncharacteristically quiet and almost marginalized. Devin Brown speculates this stems from her awaiting apology from her siblings, which I agree at least at first. However, even after Peter admits his fault (134), she doesn't really come back into prominence until her brother nominates her as leader (135). Is it a biblical nod by Lewis? Evidence of less sexism than the series is usually cited for? Merely logical Peter defers to the only person who's (a) been there and (b) isn't a "poisonous little beast"? I'm going to delve into bits of each; for now, I defer to your own interpretation, dear reader. I'd like to explore two topics of note.

Edmund's Redemption

Peter's younger brother becomes more poisonous than before: he seeks revenge over being called out for what he is (135), exhibits no remorse for the fate of Tumnus (136-137)--an event he should know he precipitated--and attempts to stir dissension in the ranks (138). So he has a long way to go before he crawls back into his siblings' good graces.

I highlight him because I've found myself drawn more to Edmund this read than any previous one I can recall. Some of it predated; when I've relapsed into an old bad habit (say not waiting my turn on the road), it sparks self-reflection. If I cut someone off, the next several times someone does the same, all I can think of is karma. It cuts off the kneejerk irritation or anger I'd otherwise feel. (More in store.)

Intuition and the Heroic Journey

Both Lucy and Peter trust their instincts, a trait I've striven to instill more and more in my students as the years pass. Lucy does so with the Robin, her brother with the sense they cannot guarantee re-entry into Narnia (137). The bird serves as an omen (ala "The Alchemist"): like all peoples in oppression, the Queen seems to stand triumphant and in charge, her magic secure, but in reality, the spell has already begun to break.

But like all elements, everything Lewis inserts is painstakingly crafted. As Brown puts it, if they refused the call, "possibly Narnia would have remained under the spell of the Witch and Mr. Tumnus' fate would have been sealed." (98) He posits also what implications it held for the children. Would Edmund have redeemed himself? Would Susan have confronted her fears? Would Peter have found the High King within? Would Lucy have cultivated her courage?

Random Question - Peter calls his siblings by nicknames (Ed, Su, Lu). Does he ever get called Pete?

As for leading ladies, ask yourself these two true-false questions...

Prior to modern times, women remained confined to the kitchen, no jobs outside the home, their economic freedom nonexistent.

Women received their suffrage for the first time courtesy of the 19th Amendment in 1920.

Perhaps you knew one, but turns out both are false.

Now I'm not denying the prevalent, rampant sexist discrimination faced by women. Nor am I sugarcoating and saying, "Hey those jobs women held were great! Perfect!!"

What I am saying is historical blindness bothers me. Too often things get oversimplified and whitewashed into morality plays. MLK had a dream; great. How many people know any of his other speeches, in particular those beyond black civil rights (say Memphis, which led to his death)? I totally get the impulse in our soundbite-based culture. But caricatures like stereotypes serve only to heighten historical illiteracy and thus stifle justifiable civic action to correct injustice. Enough people believe the first statement they forget the women breaking earlier glass ceilings. It struck me reading presidential biographies in the 1870s how women quietly got appointed to federal patronage jobs; lower-level, but there they were, Senate-approved and all.

As for suffrage, there was actually a woman in Congress to vote for the 19th Amendment: Jeanette Rankin.

Why? Simple: Western women had been enfranchised as early as 1869 (shout-out to Wyoming), a full half-century before the stalwart suffrages speaking at Seneca Falls back east found vindication.

Just remember: artists can paint broad strokes, swimmers can swim them. The rest of us should remember history is no more black and white than the people we label as such.

[swanimagines]

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Unfortunately, this may also apply to some prompts if you request them with certain characters. Like if you request a prompt or a song that's kinda "forcing" me to make a character OOC and I can't find my way around it, I won't write it. (I will try in any case to make up an idea that's potraying the character in a way that satisfies me but if I fail, I will turn the request down because writing a fic I wouldn't see happening is unpleasant to write and it would definitely be seen in the fic quality)

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This is exclusively a reader insert blog, so no. But as long as reader is the MC, canon ship fics are fine. Like for example, a Six of Crows fic where reader is trying to trick Kaz and Inej on a date and they work together with the other Crows to achieve that. But again, if reader is not involved in the request, I won't write it.

I do write non-reader inserts elsewhere (very occassionally, there may be years in between fics), but I don't take requests for those.

You can get my non-RI AO3 username by private messaging me if you're curious, I'm not advertising the account publicly because a lot of people don't really read posts beyond links to fics/rule pages either and I don't want to take a risk of starting to get requests for non-reader inserts... if you read this and come to ask for the username, I know you've read this paragraph and you already know I don't take non-RI requests.

NOTE: I don’t write fanon ships with reader. While I have my own fanon ships and don’t necessarily ship every canon pairing, there are certain popular fanon ships I don't want to touch and there are also many I'm not aware of if I'm not super into the fandom.

Q: Do you do special events anymore? Follower celebrations, holiday events etc?

I decided to quit those and no longer celebrate my follower milestones with any events, and holiday fics are off the table for now because I'm not sure if I'm able to spur out so many fics in such a short time right now + I want to get my current to-do list in shape first.

Q: Can you add me to the taglist?

I'm not currently doing taglists, sorry. They're really tedious to manage, I may reintroduce them at some point but there's lots of ifs and buts that keep me from starting to manage them again and I'm not sure if I have enough patience for that.

Alternative: If you have an AO3 account/are planning to send in an invitation request for an account and are interested to get notified about new uploads, head over to my AO3 series masterlist and pick out characters and fandoms you want to read about, AO3 informs you automatically whenever I upload something new to those, I don't have to do anything else than click on a few buttons.

Q: How does AO3 series taglist work? Do I need to sign up somewhere?

You’ll need an AO3 account. Once logged in:

Visit the series page you’re interested in.

Click "Subscribe" at the top-right corner of the page.

AO3 will send you an automatic email whenever I add something for that series.

If you’re only interested in certain fandoms or characters, it’s better to subscribe to those specific series instead of my entire account. (Subs are anon btw, I can't see the usernames of those who have subbed to my works, so you don't have to feel awkward with subbing)

Q: I clicked a tag link in your masterlist, but it came up empty or only has a few fics. Why?

When I unprivated my blog after 2022 September-2024 January hiatus, Tumblr failed to reindex tags for posts when I unprivated them, it's a rather common bug. Tumblr engineers are working on it right now for me. If the tag has a few fics and the masterlist looks empty overall, it's also possible that it's not a bug and that tag just doesn't have more than that.

Q: You last published a fic for a fandom in 2020 nor do you have anything for it in your to-do list, why?

Not having any pending requests for that fandom just means nobody has sent me anything, and unless the fandom/the character is the love of my life, I rarely have any ideas of my own for it. If the fandom is still listed in my fandom list, I still am willing to write for it.

Q: I requested a week ago and it still hasn't come out, are you still planning to write it?

Yes, unless I’ve told you otherwise. Check my to-do list to see if your request is listed. If it’s not, I may have asked for a clarification for your request if something was left unclear to me (like if you request something for "Peter", I have no idea which Peter do you mean because I currently write for 6 Peters at least) or turned it down, which you can confirm by searching my blog.

I prioritise older requests over newer ones and occasionally work on fresh requests if there's a new fandom I’m excited about.

If you’re tired of waiting, feel free to let me know, and I’ll remove your request from my WIPs.

Q: Can I repost your work elsewhere, like Wattpad fave fic books?

No. I have had my fair share of people who repost into some "my favourite x readers of [character] to Wattpad book (with credit) and their readers still assumed they're the author, so please don't. Consider posting a rec link instead! And of course you reblogging my works to your blog earns you a virtual smooch from me 😘

Q: I still have a question you didn't answer here?

Pop by my askbox or private messages and I'll do my best to help!

Thank you for reading all the way through this, you're officially among the best people 🤩

[3sriracha]

THIS!! Most of the things I love to read about and look at are over a decade or so old! Like The Hunger Games, Teen Wolf, Narnia, Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of The Rings, The Hobbit, Narcos, Marvel, OUAT etc.

Like I beg of all of you to please give me some more (reader insert because I have no love in my life lmao) Peeta, Stiles, Prince Caspian, Edmund Pevensie, captain Jack Sparrow, Javier Peña, Peter Parker, Bucky, Peter Pan, Killian Jones, and FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S GOOD SOME DAMN KILI DURIN X READER FICS😩 I have rounded all of Tumblr for all of these characters and I am so bored and sad.

Another grievance I have as well is that everything just seems to be oneshots and short porn with zero plot fics that are all just the exact same and my god I’m so sick of them. There’s no actual creativity anymore. I miss the full-length fanfics that actually followed most of the original stories but would add characters that would change the original story in such interesting ways. You could always see the writers annoyance with certain plot points and how they would change that with their character or reader insert and it was so much fun! It was so fun because you could see how someone consumed the story compared to yourself. You could see how different we all are.

I miss that… I understand how much work goes into it, but I miss the creativity and writing abilities of the fanfic writers of Tumblr.

The Book Keeper by @dem-obscure-imagines is my favorite fanfic of all time and I wish more like it was created for other characters and fandoms! I have re-read it more than 30 times and each time it’s like the first time🫶🏼 If I could give it a like each time I re-read it and have it count as a +1, I would!

I hate how fandom has become "if you haven't created anything in this very specific time frame after the release of the show/movie, everyone will have moved on"

And call me old fashioned, but that's just not me. I sometimes take ages to create and publish. And I will love a show or movie for such a long time (years, babes, years) that I just can't relate to the fast consumerism that's going on.

Because, let's be real, it can get really lonely in a fandom if most have simply moved on to the next shiny thing. Is what's created less worth, just because it was created outside the hype? Why is it such a taboo for this new fandom generation to love an old or "late" fic or art?

It's so tiring and I'm too old for the 30-seconds-hype-tiktok-shit. Just tired. So, so tired.

[ao3feed-petermj]

Documentaries from Disposable Cameras

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Bq7lAxW by shaded_echoes Outtakes, excerpts, and AUs of the series Words: 1698, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of By the Lion and the Eagle Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edmund Pevensie/Reader, Tony Stark & Reader, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes & Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova/Peter Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie/Johnny Storm, Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Harley Keener/Cassie Lang, Shuri/Riri Williams, Happy Hogan/Aunt May Parker, Carol Danvers/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson Additional Tags: Reader is Tony Stark's Daughter, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Tony Stark is Darcy Lewis's Parent, Natasha Romanov is James "Bucky" Barnes's Daughter, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Reader-Insert, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Bq7lAxW

[ao3feed-peterparker]

The Professor the Prince and the Progeny Five Who Probably Shouldn't Be Entrusted with an Entire Country

by shaded_echoes A Lion. A young girl, barely a tween. Time-travel. A mansion, a professor, and four minors. Druids, fauns, magic, witches, 100 year winters. Palaces, feasts long into the night, rulers learning to rule, love blossoming and growing. And then a return--to their own worlds, their own separate times. And a way to live always must be found again in the aftermath. Words: 4244, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Of Prides and Aeries, Part 1 of By the Lion and the Eagle Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Agent Carter (TV), Captain America (Movies), Captain Marvel (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Reader, Ana Jarvis, Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Aslan (Narnia), Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Edmund Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Digory Kirke, Peter Parker, Jadis | The White Witch, Tumnus (Narnia), Mrs. Beaver (Narnia), Mr. Beaver (Narnia), Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa, Jack Thompson (Marvel), Nick Fury, Rose Roberts, Eustace Scrubb, Jill Pole, Polly Plummer, Carol Danvers, Melinda May, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Edwin Jarvis Relationships: Edmund Pevensie/Reader, Tony Stark & Reader, Edmund Pevensie & Lucy Pevensie & Peter Pevensie & Susan Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie & Reader, Susan Pevensie & Reader, Peter Pevensie & Reader, Digory Kirke & The Pevensies, Ana Jarvis & Reader, Ana Jarvis & Tony Stark, Eventual Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Time Travel, World War II, Temporary Character Death, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Dimension Travel, ish, Reader is Tony Stark's Daughter, Reader is a Stark (Marvel), Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/6Z7pRLf

[livi008]

༺Daughter Of The Wild༻

(moodboard by me)

༒︎✧˖°.chapter IV- a crowns promise°˖✧༒

pairing: caspian x fem!reader category: fantasy; chronicles of narnia; fanfiction word count: 854 a/n: im baaaack! another stressful week (had a super hard project to turn in) but here i am and im posting two more chapters! i think ill try to make this a routine, every weekend i release a new chapter. but as always, if you want to check if i released a new update for this story, just check my masterlist that is pinned at my account. anyways, enjoy the chapter!

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The Narnians surrounded Caspian at once, a cacophony of shouts filling the air. “Telmarine!” “Kill him!” “Liar!” “Murderer!”

Nikabrik shoved forward, voice bitter. “All this horn proves is that they’ve stolen yet another thing from us.”

“I didn’t steal anything,” Caspian said firmly, lifting his chin despite the overwhelming crowd.

One of the minotaurs snarled. “Didn’t steal anything? Shall we list the things the Telmarines have taken?”

A centaur woman added coldly, “Our homes.”

Another Narnian roared, “Our lands!”

“Our freedom!”

“Our lives!”

“You stole Narnia!”

You shifted uneasily, eyes darting between the furious Narnians and Caspian’s pale face. He looked overwhelmed, humiliated. For a fleeting second, you wondered—was it right to blame him for everything?

“You would hold me accountable,” Caspian said, voice strained, “for all the crimes of my people?”

Nikabrik sneered, “Accountable… and punishable.”

Reepicheep, from where he stood nearby, drew his blade sharply. “Ha! That is rich coming from you, dwarf! Or have you forgotten it was your people who fought alongside the White Witch?”

Nikabrik’s eyes gleamed darkly. “And I’d gladly do it again, if it would rid us of these barbarians.”

Your heart lurched at the hatred in his tone. Without thinking, you called out sharply, “Nikabrik!” The rebuke rang across the clearing like a slap.

Trufflehunter stepped forward quickly, voice rising over the growing unrest. “Then it’s lucky it’s not in your power to bring her back! Or are you suggesting that we ask this boy to go against Aslan now?”

The Narnians roared in protest, anger boiling over.

Trufflehunter raised his paws. “Some of you may have forgotten, but we badgers remember well that Narnia was never right except when a Son of Adam was king!”

Nikabrik snarled, “He’s a Telmarine! Why would we want him as our king?”

The voices rose again in a heated revolt.

Caspian stepped forward, chest heaving. “Because I can help you.” A stunned hush fell.

At that, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes, crossing your arms tightly. Of course he was. They always are, aren’t they?

But Caspian wasn’t finished. “The Telmarine throne is rightfully mine,” he said, voice steadying. “Help me claim it, and I can bring peace between us.”

You shifted where you stood, suddenly less sure. Something about the way he spoke—not as a conqueror, but as someone desperate to set things right—tugged at a thread you weren’t ready to name yet.

Glenstorm strode forward slowly, addressing the gathered Narnians, his towering form commanding the clearing. “It is true. The time is ripe,” the centaur rumbled. “I watch the skies… for it is mine to watch, as it is yours to remember, Badger.”

You caught the fond, almost reverent look Trufflehunter gave Glenstorm—and found yourself strangely reassured.

“Targil the Lord of Victory and Alambil the Lady of Peace have come together in the high heavens,” Glenstorm continued. “And now here, a son of Adam has come forth… to offer us back our freedom.”

Glenstorm’s gaze locked with Caspian’s, piercing. A shiver ran down your spine, despite yourself. There was a weight to this moment—something bigger than doubts or pride.

A squirrel piped up anxiously, wringing his paws. “Is this possible? Do you really think there could be peace? Do you? I mean, really?”

Caspian managed a faint smile. “Two days ago, I didn’t even believe in the existence of talking animals…” He glanced around the circle. “…or dwarves… or centaurs… or unicorns.” His gaze briefly caught yours.

You felt a reluctant smile twitch at your mouth before you schooled your face back into neutrality. He caught it anyway. His own mouth curved slightly, almost like he understood your hesitation—and didn’t blame you for it.

Caspian turned back to the crowd, his voice gaining strength as he lifted the horn in his hand. “Whether this horn is magic or not—it brought us together. And together, we have a chance to take back what is ours.”

For the first time, you realized: maybe he wasn’t just trying to save himself. Maybe—just maybe—he meant to save all of you.

Glenstorm stepped forward, voice low and solemn. “If you will lead us, then my sons and I…” He drew his sword and lifted it high. “…offer our swords.”

His sons followed, weapons gleaming in the moonlight. Around them, Narnians raised their blades, bows, and claws in solemn unity.

You reached down to your boot, drawing the small dagger you carried. Holding it up, you felt a flicker of pride light within you, joining your voice silently to theirs.

Caspian looked around in awe, his heart in his throat.

Reepicheep pressed a tiny paw over his chest. “And we offer you our lives. Unreservedly.”

Trufflehunter stepped closer. “Miraz’s army will not be far behind us, sire.”

Caspian nodded grimly. “If we are to be ready for them, we must find soldiers and weapons—quickly.” He looked around the gathering, voice dropping to a murmur. “I’m sure they’ll come.”

You tightened your grip on your dagger, feeling the fire in your chest. “If they come for war…” you said quietly, meeting Caspian’s gaze across the clearing, “…then they’ll find we are ready to answer.”

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© livi008 2025. all rights reserved. please do not repost, modify, steal, plagiarize, or translate my work.

[thegrxywitch]

Falling in love with Peter Pevensie would include...

Being best friends with the Pevensie siblings.

Ruling Narnia with them. 

Constantly worrying Peter only thought of you as a friend. 

Not being able to wipe him from your mind. 

Hoping at every ball when you got all dressed up that he would notice you. 

Living in fear of a beautiful princess from another land coming and sweeping him off his feet. 

Trying your best to be a good friend. 

Worrying about acting dumb around him. 

Thinking all of his charming ways are just his personality. 

Ignoring Susan's constant chiding that you should be confident and that he likes you. 

Simply dying of happiness when he dances with you at balls. 

When Peter confesses his feelings you barely believe him. 

You had convinced yourself the feelings where one sided. 

You just sat there gaping at him. 

Eventually you were able to splutter out that you loved him. 

Dating Peter seemed surreal. 

You had been by his side for years hoping one day he would care for you. 

Every single time he held your hand, hugged you and pecked you on the cheek you felt ethereal. 

You spend everyday you can with him. 

The transition from friends to more was rather smooth to be honest. 

The kingdom all chattered behind their hands about you. 

Suddenly you felt very in the spotlight. 

Peter assured you they just wanted to scope out their future queen. 

tbh he has no right to be so smooth. 

To most people you seem composed but Peter can reduce you to a puddle within seconds. 

You always practice sparring together. 

He loves taking you on picnics, horse rides and surprise dates. 

He loves showing physical affection.  

Edmund absolutely deplores PDA and Peter loves to tease him.

He will spontaneously kiss you just to annoy ed. 

He gives you every old fashioned pet name under the sun. 

"Darling", "Love", "Dear", "Honey", "Angel", "Sweetheart". 

The list goes on. 

Every day you spend together you fall for him harder. 

Taglist: @ladyobscurus​

[thewoodlandqueen]

Dating Peter Pevensie Would Include...

Him being SUPER protective

Lots of forehead kisses

“You always look beautiful”

Him always opening doors for you

He teaches you how to sword fight

Constant affection

Swimming on the beach at Cair Paravel

“My queen”

He’s always talking about you

Wearing his cloak all the time

He relies on you whenever he’s troubled

Long horseback rides

“I would do anything for you”

The entire family loves you

Him spoiling you

So many compliments 

Eventually being High Queen of Narnia alongside him

[pevensiepreferences]

Update

Imma be straight up I haven’t logged onto tumblr in over a year and by no means would I consider this blog active again, but I’m bored so who knows, maybe I’ll write some stuff? If anyone has any requests or any ideas or inspiration or literally anything send in an ask

[jadehuntressqueen]

Sing For Me

Warnings: hospitals, implied death

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Coughs wracked your frail body as you lay on the stiff hospital bed. The monitor beeped pitifully in the background. A comforting thumb rubbed along your hand. You knew that he was more afraid than you. You wouldn’t have to miss anyone when you were gone. He on the other hand would feel your absence in every moment of life.

“You need to rest,” he murmured when your coughing subsided.

A tear trickled down your cheek. “I don’t want you to be alone.”

A wobbling smile crept onto his face. “I’ll be okay, you won’t hurt anymore so I can be okay with it.”

“Sing for me.”

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. Pulling his chair closer to the side of your bed he began.

“But you’ll never be alone, I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn. I'll be with you from dusk till dawn. Baby, I'm right here,” Your eyes fell shut.

“I'll hold you when things go wrong,” his voice broke, “I'll be with you from dusk till dawn. I'll be with you from dusk till dawn.”

A shallow breath crept past your lips as a tear splashed onto the tiled floor. “Baby, I'm right here.”