#Edmund pevensie is my favourite

[fool-of-a-took1]

Headcanons about when the Pevensie siblings returned to England (the first time)

When they came back to England through the wardrobe and they returned to their younger bodies, naturally all the scars they received in Narnia disappeared. All but one, the one in on Edmund’s stomach remained, the one he got at his first battle. No one really knew why he still had it, why it hadn’t disappeared it just didn’t. It was there and it served as a constant reminder of the white witch, that the experience had been real.

Everyone noticed a change in the Pevensies when they came back from the countryside. That included their teachers.

Lucy was suddenly a very clever girl, not that she hadn’t been before, but now she had a maturity to her. Her reading ability had improved immensely and she wrote the most beautiful poems.

Edmund’s demeanour had turned a whole 180°. He was more strategic, less rash. It was way more difficult to make him mad, he usually just responded with a witty comeback. And he seemed to put more effort into his work. He had always been smart, but now he was outstanding. He passed all his classes with ease, except for history that is (he kept forgetting that they had never had a king named Frank). He had also gotten very much better at chess, there was no one in the whole school they could beat him, not even the English teacher Mr. Evenly that had gotten very far in the English championship in chess. (Let’s pretend that exists even if it doesn’t)

Susan stood straighter and had a more regal look to her demeanour, not in a way that she expected everyone to obey her or anything like that. It was just very difficult not to respect her. She had gotten very good at resolving conflicts and avoid violence.

Peter had also changed a lot, he was more mature but also more rash in his decisions. He started acting more with his fists (that didn’t really start until it had been about half a year). He did write amazing novels though, stories about battles. Battles with medieval methods and weapons. The details were incredible, it was almost as he’d been in the battles himself.

They all had gotten a whole lot better at swimming. Edmund managed to save a man double his size and weight when he went through the ice. Lucy was always very fast and her technique was like nothing teachers had seen before, it was like she had been taught by a fish. (Possibly mermaid or nymph of some kind.)(Same goes for the others, I just can’t really come up with something)

All of them had nightmares but they had also become very good at controlling and hiding certain emotions behind a curtain or wall.

Edmund often got panic attacks during the cold months, especially when it snowed. Susan started making him something warm to drink every time she noticed it was getting colder or she saw snow falling before school, Peter wrapped up and cuddled Edmund in blankets and Lucy just came into his room with her warm smile and sat and talked with him. With time he wasn’t as sensitive to cold and snow and the panic attacks died down but the small rituals of the siblings having this cosy bonding time with one another continued for a lot longer.

And through all of this Helen was an amazing mother, she might not know what the change in her children was caused by but she always helped. Through panic attacks and frantic studying, she held them after nightmares and she just kept being their mother. She was their mum and raised that just as good as Narnia had.

Hope it was to your enjoyment <3

[kaleidemaran]

formal apology to edmund pevensie bc every time i rewatch or reread narnia i feel so guilty about how much i hated him when i was 8

[residentmiddlechild]

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: I think this might be one of my favourite headcanons that I’ve written, especially for Narnia...

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SFW🌿

⭑ “Free-spirited, artistic, and somewhat aloof,” Aslan had named the three words that described you. Lucy wanted to know what the new seamstress was like, since you would be around them a lot. 

⭑ The young queen was puzzled by these words, not because she didn’t understand their meaning, but because their old seamstress was just that ... old. 

⭑ “Doesn’t seem like she’d make a very good seamstress then,” Susan retorted. Shuffling papers together. 

⭑ Aslan gave a short chuckle and strode out of the council chamber, Lucy on his heels. 

⭑ “Just give her a chance,” he stated to no one in particular. 

⭑ And they had. The Pevensie siblings had their reservations, since they had grown accustomed to their old seamstress of many years, but they were open to you. 

⭑ You put Susan’s teeth on edge for the first few weeks. Her constant worries were met with your smiles and nods. 

⭑ But you never left their clothes too late, or too loose or too tight. 

⭑ You were a brilliant seamstress - one that could create beautiful clothes from nothing but a curtain and some rope. 

⭑ Peter liked you - 

⭑ So did Lucy

⭑ They both admired your creative and out-of-the-box nature. Which was saying something because you did grow up in a land with dwarfs and talking animals. 

⭑ And because the Pevensie’s were the only humans in Narnia, your lineage was confusing. 

⭑ “So, you’re not a human woman...” Lucy had said one sunny afternoon. “But you’re not a faun or dwarf and you definitely don’t have a tail..” You both laughed at that

⭑ “No, not that I’ve noticed,” you replied heartily

⭑ It was difficult to explain, but you were part fairy. A fae-human hybrid that could enter people’s dreams, stop aging and with great effort - fly. (Click here if you want to know more, I had no idea how many creatures actually lived in Narnia...)

⭑ Edmund was ... wary of you. His actions with the White Witch still clouded his mind and his guilt felt heavy. 

⭑ But you didn’t hold it against him. 

⭑ No one can be all good, and live without mistakes. There would be no point in living if we were all perfect. 

⭑ And so, being around you was like he could breathe again. 

⭑ You took his worries, anxieties, and self-hatred and blew it away. As if your very being was magic (and it was.)

⭑ Edmund told you about his nightmares, and how the White Witch still haunted him. Even though years and years had passed by. 

⭑ You perked up even more - because that was one of your talents. You could enter people’s dream state and alter their nightmares/dreams. 

⭑ And that night ... you did -

⭑ It was the first night in years that he had a full nights sleep. He did not wake up once.  

⭑ The first thing he did when he woke the next morning was run to you. Already in your work room, hunched over a spinning wheel and humming to yourself. You glittered in the sunlight, and Edmund was struck with such a new feeling. ‘Love,’ he thought, ‘this must be what it feels like.’

⭑ He didn’t enter the room, but rather turned around, and went to find Lucy. 

⭑ Edmund explained his feelings and wanted her opinion on what to do next. Since she spent the most time with you. 

⭑ The romance that Edmund was showing you made your heart soar. Not many people... or creatures, had shown you attention like this. 

⭑ And a king?

⭑ Well... what person wouldn’t want this attention ... 

⭑ And since the politics of marrying weren’t so harsh on Edmund - Lucy defended her brother and you. She was the biggest advocate for your relationship. 

⭑ “Wouldn’t it be a positive for the Narnians to see one of them on the throne? Next to a King?” Her point was extremely valid. And although Susan could argue - the fact was ... she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to argue against her brother. Or against you. 

⭑ Susan could see the good you brought him - the light that shone in his eyes now. 

⭑ So you married. 

⭑ And it was one of the happiest days of your life. 

⭑ Your days were still filled with work - 

⭑ You didn’t want to give up your position as a seamstress

⭑ So you were now ... the royal seamstress? Queen of the seamstresses? 

⭑ Anywho - you were still creating for the Kings and Queens of Narnia. Your family. 

⭑ You moved into Edmund’s chambers and it was ... awkward at first. Well, he was awkward. You just watched as he showed you around the chamber (because it was quite large.)

⭑ An ensuite, a large oak desk with a chair to match, a four-poster bed, marble floor to ceiling. It was all so elaborate. 

⭑ He showed you where you could have your stuff, but began moving his - because he instantly felt bad that he had made that decision for you. 

    “Actually, I’ll just move my stuff. You choose!” 

⭑ Your heart swelled. He cared so much about you

⭑ Ed sleeps closest to the door (so that if there’s a threat he can protect you)

⭑ He wakes up first, and gazes at you adoringly for hours

   “Ed...”

“Yeah?”

     “You’re doing it again.”

“Sorry, you’re just...so pretty...”

⭑ Helping each other get ready in the mornings and nights. 

⭑ He never has nightmares again, even though you don’t use your powers. It’s because of your union, AND your proximity when sleeping. 

⭑ Lucy will burst into the room some mornings, waking both you and Ed. She leaps onto your bed and snuggles in between you two. 

⭑ Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Off the Walls Eccentric (You) x Emotional Wall with 1 Weakness (Ed)

  ✧ Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Ed) x The Top (You)

  ✧ Aggressively Supportive

[multifandomperson3]

hc: when the pevensie siblings come back to england after the Lion, the witch and the wardrobe, they all have a fancy cursive handwriting and all their teachers are very impressed.

To the point where they call Mrs. Pevensie and tell her that Peters handwriting is now readable and he gets better grades.

And Susans handwriting was already flawless before, but now it just got a little more fancy.

I belive Edmunds handwriting got a lot more cursive. i think he wrote really small and barely readabe letters before but now it's still small but more cursive and elegant.

Im kinda torn between thinking lucys handwriting is absolute chaos now (like it was fine before, but now she even uses different narinan languages and even some ancient runes or something and no teacher understands anything) OR it was a mess before (like with every child her age lol) and now her handwriting looks like written by and adult (to the point where the teachers accuse her mother of doing her homework and that lucy is somehow cheating. / I think while growing up in narnia she had teachers who showed her how to write perfectly and bc she was so young they had the most influence on her writing style. And obviously since she grew up there her handwriting developed with her. so when she came back her handwriting looks all grown up and the teachers dont understand how, bc they had a hard time getting her handwriting to be even readable (honestly they had the fear, that her handwriting would develop to look like her brothers). And now they all have fancy handwriting) (also is it noticeable that Lucy is my favourite? xD)

At some point they just decided the children were bored when they were in the country and decided to learn how to write fancy (Susan probably saw how bad her siblings handwriting was and decided that just wouldn't do)

Also the Pevensies all use fancy weird narnian words that the teachers dont understand but pretend to bc they dont want to look like children have a better vocabulary than they do

[pariahsparadise]

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requested by @bories : hi!! i just read a few of your stories and i'm in love with your writing,, i come to you humbly asking for any story will byers or edmund pevensie related, preferably fluff? doesn't matter much what it's about, i'd just love to read more if you ever get feel like it ! :))

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pairings: edmund pevensie x gn!reader

warnings: unedited work, not proofread, swearing

a/n: i decided to go with edmund because he is and always will be my favourite book boyfriend lol. also, it's been a while since i've written, so this is probably trash. enjoy?

“Come back to bed, idiot.”

Edmund’s head snaps up from the papers clutched tightly in his hand at the voice, shoulders relaxing once he manages to place your familiar form. Your eyelids are practically glued together, making you squint at him, and you’re swaying slightly where you stand, drooping like a wilting flower. You’re very obviously tired, and Edmund’s heart pangs at the dark circles he spots under your eyes. 

“In a minute,” Edmund tells you, not having the heart to deny you outright. “Why don’t you head back? I’ll just be a moment, I swear.” With his luck, you’ll probably be asleep in seconds, and he’ll be able to finish up his battle plans before dawn.

“Fucking liar,” you mumble, voice sleep-ridden, and Edmund huffs a laugh at the soft call-out. You drag your feet along the cold marble floor as you make your way to him, hopping slightly to sit yourself on the cleaner side of his desk. 

“I’m not lying,” Ed lies, dropping the papers so he can take your hand. He smooths his thumb over the ridges of your knuckles, before lifting it to his lips so he can brush small kisses on the trail his thumb mapped out. You smile at the feeling before his words register, which causes the corners of your mouth to drop again.

“You’ve barely had any rest this week, Ed,” you admonish him gently, shifting off the table to straddle his lap. A pink flush creeps on his cheeks as you lift a hand to his jaw, smoothing your palm up the defined edge to tilt it up.

“Not to mention,” you whisper lowly, using the proximity to lay a series of gentle kisses on his skin, ranging from right below his ear, all the way to his collarbones, beyond grateful to his unbuttoned nightshirt for giving you the shameless access, “The bed’s cold without you.”

“You’re cruel,” Edmund breathes out, growing more flustered with each heated brush of your lips, “Evil, even.”

“Yeah?” you say, pulling away to meet his eyes, “And what would you call your little stunt with my hand just now?”

Edmund purses his lips, looking away from you, “Fair point. You win.”

 “I always do,” you tell him, deadpan, as if Edmund isn’t the most infuriating person to argue with. It’s mostly because he’s usually right, but you try to avoid admitting that as much as possible. His crown wouldn’t fit his head if you helped make it any bigger.

Edmund just grins down at you, knowing you’re full of shit, before standing up with no warning. Your hands curl into his shirt tightly as your legs lock around his waist instinctively, though you know he would never drop you, and you let out a small, satisfied sigh as your boyfriend carries you through the halls towards your shared bedroom. 

Work can wait till the morning, Edmund tells himself. All that matters right now is the sleepy individual in his arms, and his own heavy eyelids, begging for a respite. 

[siriusblack-the-third]

Matching Misfortunes: Edmund Pevensie

He's arguably my favourite character right alongside Caspian the Tenth. Let's hope I did his character justice. The other parts for the pevensies are up on my blog.

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Edmund stalks into the debate hall with his notes in his hands, and the room falls into a hush.

The students cease their muttering, their eyes tracking the lanky, too-thin boy as he walks with far too much grace for someone who is fifteen-almost-sixteen years old and has yet to get his final growth spurt.

His limbs are too long for his blazer-adorned torso and he is not yet old enough to put on muscle, and still he moves with thrice as much control and precision as the royalty of the country.

Edmund remembers the months After.

He remembers stumbling and falling and breaking bone because he was a twenty-nine year old man in the body of a ten year old child, falling till he got sick of it and asked Susan to help him learn how to walk again, remembers tear-soaked cheeks and trembling callous-less hands and bitten-off screams after being woken up by a nightmare in the middle of the night, feeling too thin, too short, too young, too weak, too cold Peter, please, it’s too cold, help me—

Never again, he had told himself.

He feels their stares settle over his strange unscarred skin like a layer of cold gel, and he ignores them in favour of holding his head high and walking towards the desk with his name tag on it. He relaxes into the seat as much as he can, back straight and shoulders pulled back and breathing even, and then moves his gaze to meet the eyes of everyone that is looking at him.

Most students hurriedly look away, flushes staining their cheeks bright red out of the embarrassment of getting caught staring so blatantly. A select few stare back, holding his gaze for a couple of seconds before they, too, lower their eyes and turn back to their conversation.

It both does and does not feel like the Royal Court that he once presided over.

There too, conversations used to stop when he entered the Throne Room. There, too, people used to follow him with their eyes as he moved towards his throne beside Peter’s. There, too, he used to keep his back straight and roll his shoulders back and breathe evenly to prepare himself for the approaching war of words that he was certain he would win.

He lounges in his seat like he’s lounging in his throne, and watches the faculty walk into the room and take their seats. He does not bother to stand up like the rest of the students do, and ignores the disapproving looks Professor Jasmine throws at him for his supposed insolence.

What do they know of debates, he thinks with a hidden sneer.

He was the one that sat with bloodthirsty Kings and Warlords, manipulative Queens and Bandit Chiefs, and aided his older sister in hammering out treaties and ceasefires and surrenders from their enemies’ lips without having to lift a sword. He wrote the laws for his world and presided over the Supreme Court of Justice of his kingdom, solved internal disputes and planned war strategies and invented new tactics for external conflicts. He was renowned for his excellence with double swords and double-edged words alike, in Narnia.

In Narnia, he was King Edmund the Just, the Serpent Tongued Diplomat King, Third of the Beloved Four, Representative of the People.

Here in post War England, he is just Edmund Pevensie, with sharp glares and sharper words, as dangerous with his tongue as his older brother was with his fists and his older sister with her smiles.

Unlike Peter who swings between two worlds without control over his thoughts and memories, and Susan who tries (and fails miserably) to not think about their world at all, it is comparatively easy for Edmund to maintain the two different worlds as different experiences. For him, Narnia exists in one part of his mind and England in the other— separated from each other by a solid stone wall that Edmund has built up and strengthened over the five and a half years that have passed since he and the others fell out of that thrice-damned wardrobe, in bodies that were no longer theirs.

And yet, his nail beds itch.

He remembers the feel of digging his nails into flesh, remembers the feel of blood welling up under his fingers as he dug deeper, remembers the feel of being older, taller, stronger, wiser. He remembers being powerful.

Around him, the debate competition begins. He dimly registers the names of the students from the seventeen participating schools as they are introduced, and recognises more than half of them.

He treats debate competitions in schools just as he did political meets back when he used to be King. There are always three things one must know— the topic that you are to speak on, the questions that you may be asked, and the people who will be attending. About the people, you must know their agendas, their strengths and their weaknesses, and how to use that to gain what you desire. As simple, and as difficult, as that.

Here, he recognises twelve out of the seventeen opponents, and feels his lips curve into a small smirk. The participants seated on either side of him lean away from him, and it only makes his smirk grow wider with vindication.

He misses attending and holding Court. He misses the gratification in verbally ripping apart nobles and bloodthirsty warlords alike, he misses the satisfaction he felt while sinking his two swords into flesh on the battlefield in case the peace talks went wrong.

He misses being covered in blood after a victory, misses the annual Royal debate competitions, the mock arguments he had with Susan and the members of the Royal Court of Narnia, the vindictive smugness he felt when he put the fear of the Narnian Royalty in the hearts of warlords seeking to destroy his kingdom with nothing but his words and occasionally his swords.

Here, Edmund has to remind himself that he is arguing with children.

He has to remind himself that the people he is debating with are not warlords and power-hungry rulers out to conquer his kingdom.

He has to remind himself to not turn into the Serpent Tongued Diplomat King, to keep that vicious and twisted part of him safely locked up in the Narnian part of his memories. He has to keep the whole of his true self at bay, because he knows that they will not understand his metaphorical bloodlust when it comes to the art of wordplay.

He knows that they will not understand what it is like, to be an adult in a child’s body forced to play pretend politics where he has no real influence on the country’s government.

However, he thinks as the debate competition commences and a girl in a smart navy blue suit walks onto stage and starts giving her speech, he can allow certain attributes from his Kingly self through into his teenage self. In controlled amounts, he can allow himself a little ruthlessness, a little edge to his words, a little confidence, a little dignity and grace.

He can allow himself to indulge a little, to employ a few of his Kingly attributes into his teenage identity so he can get through secondary school without being given as hard a time as normal teenagers are.

That is one benefit of having been King— he might not have grown up in this world, but he had grown up before. As uncomfortable it was to grow up again, he knows what to expect this time.

He is better prepared than he was last time.

He leans forward and notes down a question for a statement the girl makes, and he feels the stares of the students on his back again. The vindication rises in his body; he is a force to be reckoned with and his opponents know it, and Edmund revels in the effect he has on them, revels in the way they cannot meet his eyes properly without having to look down. It almost feels like he is King again and they are his enemies— forced to bow to him after being defeated time and again, forced to grudgingly admit that he is superior to them.

The debate progresses, he gives his speech, gets asked questions and answers them as best as he can. He scratches his itching nails over his palms as he listens to the rest of their speeches and asks them questions, and sits back with his dissatisfaction very visible on his face when he does not receive the answers he was hoping for.

In the end, he lifts the trophy up with fingers that despair for the feel of his swords gripped in them, a satisfied gleam in his piercing blue eyes and a badge that proclaims him as the first ranker pinned to the front of his school blazer.

Dozens of eyes follow him as he steps off the stage and strides out of the room, and he lets them settle on his proud shoulders. Lets them turn into the weight he once carried in the form of a silver crown.

Let them see, he thinks viciously. His nails itch, and he wishes to sink them into flesh and rip it apart. He wishes to drench himself in the blood of his enemies.

Let them be witness to merely a fraction of the power I used to possess. Let them understand that I am dangerous, and not to be underestimated. Let them see that I am not a mere child.

He is a boy, arguing politics, modern and ancient war tactics and ethics with professors in his free time, having rumours of being a genius follow him around like obedient dogs at their master’s heels.

He is a King, shackled and hidden in the corner of a mind that belongs to a too-lanky teenage boy halfway through puberty.

He refuses to reach too deep into the memories. He refuses to forget the memories. He refuses to let himself sink into his own mind. He refuses to forget himself, and he refuses to be his entire self.

He cannot. He will not.

[sunny-mercya]

In your arms, till the end

Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader

Fandom -> Chronicles of Narnia

Masterlist | Song for the mood

It is just the beginning of October, leafs losing their brightly shades of green and turning into the various colours of yellow, orange and brown. The occasionally gusts of chilly autumn winds felt icy—like spiking winter, without frostbites—heavily filled with the latest moisture of downpour and nibbles on inches of free skin, leaving a redish—rosy like—hue behind.

Edmund juggled and fumbles with his keys, trying to open the apartment door without dropping his bags, pushing open the door with his shoulder—stepping inside and closing it with his foot afterwards.

Taking a glance at the tambour clock on the dresser in the foyer, Edmund saw that he was punctual right on time, with a few minutes of buffer—which Edmund didn't thought he would be. Not with how overfilled the bakery was today, then again it was Sunday and Sundays are always the busiest.

Whilst Edmund walked into the kitchen, about to empty out and put away the two paper-bags—filled with pastries and bread, having brought a bit more than he intended—he heard the slight crackles of the tv from the living-room.

You probably have, Edmund was sure of it—as it had been a sort of sunday ritual—already set up the tea—Earl Grey with milk and honey—and waiting on the Sofa for him. Edmund was right once you called for him.

«Ed! Are you coming? Pride and Prejudice is about to start any minute»

«In a minute, love. Just let me take off my coat and get the pastries ready» replied Edmund back, doing like he said and laid out the various goods onto a plate.

Walking into the living-room and putting the plate down onto the coffee-table, Edmund took a seat next to you on the Sofa—pulling you into his arms, cuddling against each other and cosy blanket over the two of you, as Edmund leaned back—getting comfortable.

Pride and Prejudice, besides Winnie-the-Pooh tales and a few others, was one of your favourite book. You have read it a thousand times over and over again, till the copy you owned has been getting so shabby and worn over battered—that the pages has begun to fall out.

Edmund has gifted you a new copy, last christmas. Has been constantly working overtime and double shifts, just to afford it. Though your overjoyed gleeful expression, so full of adoration and gratefulness, was worth it all.

Ever since the Pride and Prejudice film came out—years ago—and bbc has begun to broadcast it every second sunday—along with various other movies like for example; Gone with the Wind, Rebecca or a opera—it has come to an arrangement, early on in your and Edmunds relationship—when the two of you could finally afford to live together in the apartment and Ed going to college—to watch these movies together.

Just the two of you, enjoying the company of each other and basking in those small moments of love and wholesomeness togetherness.

~~~

Edmund run his hand through your (colour) hair, admiring your peaceful sleeping face. He had been the first one to wake up from the nap. Sometimes, when it's getting way too cosy, the both of you would fall asleep during the middle or near the end of the movies.

The television, turning off itself, was only showing the static and it's low whispering like crackles. Sunset has already begun, the last few rays peeking through the heavy curtains and illuminating the room just enough to know that a lamp should be turned on soon.

You murmured in your sleep, moving a bit in his arms, stretching yourself and open your eyes.

«....what's time...?» your voice was still riddled with sleep, heavy and mumbling. Eyes dropping every so often once more. Your question sounded more like a philosophical one and Edmund smiled, pecking your lips.

«A little after six. If you're still up to, Rebecca starts in around an hour or,» Edmund paused, leaning his head down to kiss you on the lips once more. A long deepening kiss, moving his lips towards your neck and trailing kisses up and down.

«Or we could do a repeat of last night» whispers Edmund in your ear, adding another kiss to your skin.

Your lips stretching into a smile—last night was magnificent, they always are when you two share a moment of absolute closeness and pure love making—more awaken now since Edmunds tickling kisses onto your skin. Moving out from your boyfriends arms, stretching again your body and muscles, you returned his kiss before standing up.

«A tempting offer my dear, but Rebecca wins this round and I gotta have to make us some dinner»

«My prince leaving me is a disappointment for this heart. Oh! How cruel can you be» sighed Edmund out, hanging over the backside of the Sofa and faking a frown—pleading eyes and pouting lips.

«Now now, don't be so dramatic my dear. Even a King like you have to be patience» you shook your head, laughing as you walked into the kitchen. Sometimes Edmund could be so dramatic and sappy, but that's one of the many things you loved about your Boyfriend.

A playful groan left Edmunds lips, mumbling a hearable dinner wish out and getting up from the Sofa as well.

«Oh! Before I forgot, Lucy has wrote a letter» you told him form the Kitchen, starting to rummage through the cabinets and cupboards.

«She did? What did she wrote about?» asked Edmund, starting to clean up the coffee-table—stacking the empty Tea cups and plates and joined you in the kitchen, starting to do the dishes.

«Yeah, about various and many things like, Peter being overprotective stupid again, how beautiful the countryside still is and the various flowers she has now. You know how Lucy can fill pages after pages»

Edmund hummed, knowing exactly what you mean. His sister could write a whole three pages letter, just about flowers and their meanings.

«Anything else, a bit more interesting?» he dried his hands on a towel, standing next to you and helping you with the dinner preparations.

«yes, Lucy and Peter coming for a visit tomorrow and will stay over for two days»

«Did she state a reasons for their visit?»

«No? Can't they just visit us for fun, like do they need a reason?» you nudged Edmund, swatting away his grabby hand from the frizzling bacons.

«I suppose not,» he mused out, successfully getting a bacon stripe from the pan.

~~~

Edmund didn't knew the exact reason, couldn't tell what have woken him up this night at all. It must have been something, anything as he was more of the heavier deeper sleeper—the ones which would get grumpy and moody of woken too early and rudely—and so causal, natural waking up is a rare occasion for Edmund.

Removing your arms from him, whispering to you to continue your sleep—when you begun to stir, murmuring under your breath—Edmund got out of bed. Feets touching the cold and hard floorboards, ignoring to slip on the slippers and going out of the room.

The low volumes of the radio, which you always leave on during the night—a habit of yours as you didn't like the silence in the night—was the first sound he came to be aware off.

Then, once in the foyer, his ears picked up other sounds. Sounds which were strange, out of place even. Loud crackling as if a chimney was near and screaming—clear to hear to where he stood now.

Maybe a bulgar or a drunken neighbour doing some ruckus on the corridors. That's what Edmund told himself as he unlocks and opens the front door.

Edmund closed the door instantly again. The up-roaring fire outside on the corridors, was enormous and it wouldn't be long till his and yours little home would be engulfed into the death trapping flames. Edmund hurried back towards the bedroom, setting the radio on the highest volume—Hallelujah was being played—waking you up while doing so.

There wasn't any escape from the flames nor from death. He learned from his times in Narnia to accept whatever fate is coming—it is meant as it meant to be.

«Ed? 'erthing 'right?»

Edmund didn't answer you, not right away, as he crawled back into bed. Taking you into his arms and pulling you close to him. Showering you with kisses and whispering sweet promising nothing into your ear.

«It's gonna be fine, [Name]. Everything is gonna be alright, love. I promise.»

«You making me worried......» you trailed off, noticing a bright light from the corner of your eyes and when you notice the first licking flames in your bedroom, Edmund pulled you even more closer.

«Remember when I told you about Narnia? It's a wondrous world, you will love it there»

«I think, i'm scared Ed.....I'm not ready for death....»

«I know love, I know. I've got you, it's gonna be alright, I promise»

Whilst Edmund reassured you again and again, with words and kisses, the flames comes near and nearer till they—like they had with everything else—engulfed you two fully as the hauntingly chorus of Hallelujah faded into the crackling and screams.

~~~

And if Susan had been a bit kinder—to Edmund and you back then, when the both of you had announced the relationship to her, Peter and Lucy—and still had believed in Narnia and its wonders, than perhaps—perhaps—she might have could been reunited with her family, she thought and believed to have lost forever to the grips of death and cruel like fate, once again.

If Susan only had, but she didn't and now she has to face the consequences and her grieving all on her own.

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Narnia OCs Time!!

It's the my Narnia's babies time! Since it seems like we're all in this mood, I thought it was a good moment to introduce them! (Special thanks to @andromedalestrange and @randomestfandoms-ocs for some fcs, I was getting crazy so thank you darlings!)

Also two little things I feel the need to tell: it's been a while since the last time I read the Chronicles (so don't yell at me pls) and! My ocs are going to be a "fusion" of the books and the movies (Like, taking my favourite things from both and changing what I don't like... Susan not returning at all for example lmao) And! It's me finding a different way to make almost all of them immortal/ageless/slow-aging bc I want them being in more than one movie/book lmao

Last thing, I'm gonna to explain so little about their plot/vibes/actual things so if you wanna know more about some specific ocs feel free to send an ask, I can't wait to talk about them more 🥺

Tagging my Narnia besties @daughter-of-melpomene @come-along-pond @dancingsunflowers-ocs bc I think they would enjoy this (tell me if I didn't have to 🥺)

Nevan Dair - basically Powerful Boy so The White Witch kidnapped recruted him as her little puppet right-hand man (yep, he's a child and there's a lot of manipulation here); meets Edmund and goes on full "I'm going to murder for you" so betrays Jadis; basically immortal (but not really, it's complicated) for the spark inside him; looks like they would kill you is actually a cinnamon roll vibe; Edmund Pevensie ship FC: Kit Young

Margaret "Magpie" Kirke - Digory Kirke's granddaughter; lives with her grandpa bc oopsie dead parents; enters in Narnia with the Pevensie sibs (and becomes a Queen of Narnia actually); will come back once again with them (and the third time she'll stay in Narnia lol); Peter Pevensie & Prince Caspian ship FC: Florence Pugh

Elizabeth "Liz" Pevensie - Edmund's twin sister; one of the ruler of Narnia along side her sibilings; will also be the Last Queen before the destruction of Narnia alongside Aine; Aine Meraxes ship FC: Maisie Williams

Verena Mars - Narnian noble, fights against the White Witch, meets the Pevensie sibs, during their reign her and Susan fall in love; when they come back to the Human World Aslan doesn't let her follow them so she finds a way to become "ethereal"/ageless to wait Susan's come back (is ready to kill Aslan anyone that comes in her way of having her happy ending); basically I'm all we supports women rights and wrongs; Susan Pevensie ship ovb FC: Hailee Steinfeld

Arjuna - The White Witch descendant, semi immortal due the Silver Apple her mother ate; will eventually bretray her mother for saving the kids she befriended; Peter Pevensie ship FC: Freya Allan

Avaluna Lohan Kirke - baby born under the Golden Age; wants to visit the Human World so searches the Door the Pevensie arrived with; basically finds it when they found the Lamp-post so she leaves with them and is now stuck in the Human World; gets adopted by Digory Kirke bc how do you explain it to anyone else?; Lucy ship FC: Elle Fanning

Aine Meraxes - princess of a little independent reign on a Isle on the borders of Narnia; they have dragons lol; the Long Winter didn't get there bc a Coven protects it; gets called for help against the White Witch; is a witch herself; uses a similar spell the White Witch used on Charn after the Golden Age ends; will eventually be the Last Queen of Narnia alongside Liz; Liz Pevensie ship FC: Milly Alcock

Killian Evada - leader of a secret organization that plots against the White Witch; turns out that is actually a human that found Narnia; comes back on Earth with the Pevensie sibs; Edmund Pevensie ship FC: Thomas Brodie Sangster

Shivani - world traveller (basically is born with the power of yellow and geen rings); comes from a world that was destroyed before Narnia was born and has lived for non-specified time in the Wood Between The Worlds; the time there made them kind of immortal; ship TBD FC: Jessie Mei Li

Amaranta Ira - High Witch of Narnia (at least she should be); her ancestors used to be the Second In Command of Narnia's Army before the Age of Winter; became basically the Narnian version of a vigilante during the White Witch's reign lmao; (will probably be with the Pevensie when they come back so she is stuck in England for a long time); Caspian and/or Edmund ship FC: Amita Suman

Leocadius Thorne - comes from a family of librarians basically; actually, keepers of the list of every Narnian Ruler since the beginning of everything; no plot just vibes ship TBD FC: Isaac Hempstead Wright

Merletta of Narnia - Aslan's priestess; just a little bit of plot, mainly vibes; ship TBD (but maybe Lucy Pevensie) FC: Ceara Coveney

Neera Merwyna - siren and pirate (sort of); no plot just vibes; Prince Caspian ship FC: Halle Bailey

Fitzroy Mahogany - Narnian noble? this is literally "I just vibe with this fc but I have no plot, might scrap them but until then..."; ship TBD (Peter?) FC: Douglas Booth

[wingedflight]

Throwback Thursday Sunday

Tagged by @bywayofmemory to share an older fic I still love!

Let’s travel way back to 2011, which is when I wrote Faded Pages. (I bring it up now bc I was literally just talking about it the other day, after not having thought about it in years!)

Faded Pages is a one-shot about a boy named Gregory who goes to Narnia and discovers by way of an academic book that the Golden Age Kings are the Pevensie boys from school. In the process of confronting them, Edmund learns that the angsty poems he wrote in his teens have been over-analyzed by academics (which has always always been my favourite part because OH THE HORRORS).

The mirror melts to liquid to allow his hand through. Even half-expecting this, it startles him; Gregory jerks back only to stop before the tips of his fingers lose contact. He can't afford to miss the opportunity to get out, get back – not now.

But even the knowledge of the mirror's destination doesn't stop the shudder of apprehension. Gregory glances behind him once more at the tightly-packed linen closet and thinks of where he wants to go – after all, it would be just his luck to be taken to some other strange universe rather than the dormitories of Hendon House. It is not that he holds any particular fondness for the school, but Gregory has been out of his element for days now, and he wants the comfort of a familiar setting.

As if the sudden partiality for Hendon House means something to the mirror, Gregory's hand is suddenly pulled forward again, arm disappearing into the silver liquid. The pull quickens, becomes stronger – he fights against it even knowing what is happening. And then, with a sudden surge of power, the silver rises up to meet him and Gregory falls forward into the dark shadows of a familiar broom closet.

When he had first gone through, it had been a smooth and painless transition. This time, it is as though the mirror is not quite ready to release him. Gregory's foot catches on the bottom rim of the frame and he trips forward, reaching out too late to catch himself. His hand scrapes against a shelf, his other arm catches against a broomstick. There is a sudden clatter as various cleaning supplies rain down upon him, and in the chaos, Gregory stumbles forward and straight into the door. The latch slips, and in a strangely deliberate way, the door slowly swings open to deposit Gregory in the middle of the dormitory hall.

He picks himself up gingerly, checking arms and legs and head for damage, but it seems that the only harm he has caused has been a catastrophic mess. For a brief and terrible moment, he thinks the book has been left behind, but there it is, half-hidden in a pile of sponges. Gregory snatches it up and dusts it off, tucking it beneath his arm before turning back into the hall.

And there, like a ghost in a navy robe, stands Edmund Pevensie himself.

Way back when I wrote this, I’d had plans to do a longer story all about Gregory in Narnia at the time of the Telmarine invasion. Maybe, twelve years later, I may actually get to that. Hmm. 🤔

Tagging @eidetictelekinetic @oakashandwillow @rustedeaglewings and anyone else who wants to play!

[betty-gb]

characters x tall s/o

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so this is some more of my favourite characters with a tall s/o. like around 5’10<< ish.

includes: robin buckley, max mayfield, edmund pevensie and percy jackson

disclaimer: these are just my personal opinions so please don’t be mean if you don’t agree. also lmk if i’ve made any mistakes regarding canonical facts about these characters.

pronouns: i don’t think i used any pronouns but i think all of my headcanons here are gender neutral.

warnings: mild language

*unedited*

robin buckley:

-so robin is also tall as we know

-i think she’s around 5’8-5’9

-so you guys would be pretty similar in height

-you would be a little bit taller though

-and i think she likes that

-she’s a little sweetheart we know this

-robin kinda hits me as the little spoon/smaller person in the relationship

-but i also feel like she would want to be very equal in your relationship

-so not one more dominant than the other

-just nice and balanced

-but she likes being a little spoon

-she likes being held

-it makes her feel so loved

-but she also likes holding you

-you’re one of the very best parts of her life and she wants you to be safe and protected

-so height doesn’t really matter in that sense

-as for clothing sharing

-she adores wearing your clothes

-she just can’t help it

-they’re so soft and cozy and they smell just like you

-she’ll never get tired of your scent

-not to mention you have like amazing style so she wants to wear all of your super cool clothes

-but she also adores seeing you in her clothing

-she’s start to blush and stutter

-it just feels so special to her

-she really likes it if you’re wearing like a piece of her clothing in public because while most people wouldn’t notice it’s still a very coupleish thing to do

-and being gay in the 80s meant that you guys couldn’t do a lot of typical couple stuff

-and it’s even better that you guys are very similar in height

-so all of her clothes fit you and all or your clothes fit her

-you probably don’t even know what belongs to who at this point

-it’s just all one shared bunch of clothes

-now i feel that no matter height

-robin is a bit of a protector

-maybe she’s spent too long around little stevie who for sure is a protector

-idk

-but she wants you to be safe more than anything

-she grew up not feeling like she was ever going to find proper love because she likes girls

-and now she has you

-so she will never let anything happen to you

-she’s definitely the type to push you behind her when ur in the upside down or something

-i feel like she would do this regardless of height tho

-so to conclude

-i feel like robin really doesn’t care about height

-she loves you too much to care

-she does like that you guys are similar in height

-because she just wants a very equal and even relationship

-where both of you are happy

max mayfield:

-now onto another stranger things character

-let me just start by saying

-sadie sink is so fine

-okay now that i’ve put that out there we can start

-so max is pretty short

-i believe around 5’2

-so you guys would have a pretty big height difference

-she pretends to hate it

-she wishes she were taller

-but she *not so* secretly loves it

-now i’m kinda picturing this relationship as a short and feisty and tall and sweet sort of dynamic

-max is on the shorter end but her attitude makes up for it

-she would 100% go and beat someone up for you

-now i’m really struggling with whether she would be a big spoon or little spoon

-but i kinda don’t see her as a super cuddly person

-she’s more of a ‘you can sleep on one side of the bed and i’ll sleep on the other and maybe we can hold hands or something’

-but then again i feel like she’s touch starved so i really don’t know

-i just feel like she may be a bit awkward with cuddling at first

-and she may warm up to it eventually

-but she for sure likes her space when sleeping

-that being said if you had to spoon

-i think she would be a big spoon

-it would be a bit weird because of the height

-but she’s stubborn and she’ll make it work

-for clothes sharing

-it might be a bit difficult

-because i feel like she wants to see you in her clothes

-but they may be a bit small considering height difference

-so i can see her like buying a hoodie that’s however many sizes up from hers you need

-like wearing it oversized for a couple days

-and then “accidentally” leaving at your house

-if she sees you wearing it she would just die

-she also may steal some of your clothes but i feel like she likes giving you clothes more

-now as i mentioned before

-she’s feisty

-and totally protective of you

-she’s the type that’ll try to take on someone like 2x her size and then win somehow

-i feel like she would be a bit more open about your guys’ relationship than someone like robin would

-she just gets tired of all of the sneaking around

-the party knows for sure

-and mr. mike wheeler was a little bitch about it at first

-‘so you’re like… one of them?’

-stfu mike

-but i feel like it’s more because everyone around him is homophobic

-because it’s the 80s

-but he’ll come around eventually

-if not max will whoop his butt

-so i think max kinda likes the height difference

-as we know it would be kinda hard for her to find someone shorter than her

-but she thinks your legs are sexy

-and ya

edmund pevensie:

-so edmund is averagely tall

-he’s about 5’8

-i always felt like he was more 5’10 ish

-idk that’s just me

-i feel like he may be an inch or two taller than peter and he never shuts up about it

-anyway

-you guys would be pretty much the same height

-you may be a little bit taller than him

-like by a couple inches

-depending on how tall you are

-now since he was tiny in the first movie

-i think you would’ve been taller than him in tltwatw

-because he was just a small bean back then

-and he was so grumpy about the fact that you were taller

-he was just grumpy in general then but yk

-i feel like if you guys grew up and you were still taller he would eventually come around

-but he’s salty about it

-i feel like he’s the type to tease short people

-and he would love to be able to tease you

-but too bad for him

-he can’t

-now for cuddling together

-i think he’s pretty versatile

-he likes to big spoon but he also likes to little spoon

-and that works well since you guys are practically the same height

-now idk how clothes worked in the early 1900s

-because that’s when narnia is set

-but i don’t think there would be as much sharing of clothes

-idrk

-but he would give you his sweater 100% if you were cold

-and i also feel like if you guys were like hanging out in your room

-he would go lock the door and then have a little fashion show in your dresses/suits

-and you guys never told peter

-because he would be very disapproving (if it was dresses)

-peter needs to chill out

-but your clothes would pretty much fit him

-so if you wear suits

-he would just come and steal them

-in exchange for one of his maybe

-and lastly we have protectiveness

-now

-edmund is a difficult one

-i feel like he would mostly defend you verbally

-because he’s a sass queen

-and he would definitely win 99% of arguments with people

-unless he’s arguing with peter or you

-he would totally throw hands if needed

-but i feel like verbal arguments are more his thing

-even though you’re perfectly capable of handling yourself

-and of course you would be protective of him too

-and you two together

-unstoppable

-like you guys are the best fighting team ever

-two tall people who are amazing at fighting

-all in all he would be a little bitter about your height

-not that he doesn’t like tall people

-he just doesn’t like the teasing that he gets for being shorter

-but it doesn’t matter that much in the end

-and he loves you just the same

percy jackson:

-all the way back to my very first fictional boyfriend

-if you say you didn’t have a crush on him in middle school

-ur lying

-unless you haven’t read the books

-and in that case

-what are you doing here go read them

-anyway

-i sure love my riordanverse guys

-expect more content for them

-so

-percy is pretty tall

-i think he’s like 6’0-6’1

-i may be wrong tho

-but ya

-so he definitely likes tall people

-you see annabeth??

-she’s like 5’10

-so around your height

-and you would either be a bit shorter than him or the same height as him or maybe even taller

-depending on how tall you are

-and i see percy as definitely more of a personality>looks guy

-so he doesn’t rly care what you look like

-you being absolutely beautiful is just an added bonus

-now percy is a little spoon

-fight me

-he loves being held

-he also will occasionally spoon you

-but he mostly likes to be spooned

-which works pretty well

-so ur not trying to spoon with a crazy height difference

-now he for sure gives you his hoodies

-he’s definitely that type of guy

-he loves seeing you in his hoodies

-he will probably go all heart eyed

-and cross fingers that his hoodies fit you if ur taller

-but he would make it work

-buy a hoodie that’s a size or two bigger so you don’t feel bad about his hoodies not fitting

-he’s literally the most caring person ever

-i love him

-he would also love stealing your clothes too

-and putting on a little fashion show

-and he would probably fit in your clothes

-which is perfect

-now as we all know

-percy is so protective of the people he loves

-so honestly no matter whether you’re taller or he is

-he’s protective

-i can’t really see him being a super jealous person

-so i don’t think he’s overly protective in that sense

-more in battles and stuff

-like he would have one eye on you at all times

-maybe two for that matter

-in the end it doesn’t really matter what height you guys have

-and with you being tall

-everything just works super well in your relationship

thanks for reading :)

[staliaqueen]

narnia headcanons part two!

You ask and I shall deliver! ...several months late. Part 1

— Peter would totally be that kind of freak who loves mornings. He’s just the biggest morning person, gets up early, other weird shit etc. Edmund is an evening/night person, and (rightfully) calls Peter crazy for being so happy and energised in the mornings. Lucy and Susan are just normal. 

— They’re all amazingly really good at cooking but Peter is the best. 

— Lucy is the BIGGEST musical theatre fan. Ever since her dad took her to see one for her 8th birthday she’s been obsessed with them. She has a pretty good voice and has been in every musical production at her school, though she’s never played the lead, but this is by choice. She much prefers playing secondary characters. Of course her siblings have come and seen every single one. 

— Now, for a way more silly one: I’ve gone on record several times before saying that Peter is a slut, and I stand by this. Some people seem to think that this is impossible since he’d 100% be such a gentleman, but those things aren’t mutually exclusive. You can have sex with loads of people and be totally respectful to all of them. What seemingly does contradict this, however, is that I’ve also said before that Peter is a hopeless romantic, but I actually think it feeds into each other pretty nicely. I see Peter as the kind of person that would constantly rush into new relationships, but because he’s more in love with the idea of love than the actual person, they inevitably don’t last very long at all. This actually makes sense with the slut part because psychologically, having sex with someone early in the relationship makes you think that you’re more in love than you actually are. This is why I think, that for Peter to be able to find a relationship that actually lasts, which is what he wants, the love needs to grow over time with a person he initially didn’t see in that way. Maybe this is just me and my obsession with love that comes from unexpected places though.

— Already covered this but Edmund is def a closeted swiftie. Lucy is also a swiftie and she knows this, causing endless teasing but he still always denies it. Susan will listen to her occasionally. Peter never got into her music but one day he listened to Never Grow Up and cried for five hours straight. Eustace absolutely hates taylor swift.

— Ever thought about what the Pevensies’ favourite Disney movies would be? Well I have. Edmund’s favourite is Mulan, obviously. Reflection IS an Edmund song, I will not take any criticism on this. Also he definitely had a crush on bisexual legend Lee Chang, cause why wouldn’t he? Peter’s favourite is Aladdin. I have no other reason for thinking this other than vibes. Susan’s favourite is The Little Mermaid, and Lucy has a mental break down every time someone asks her to pick her favourite Disney movie.

Not as many this time but I’ll probably still add more lol

[nostalgicyorkshiregirl]

tagged by @alma-amentet ... putting it here because this is my repository for tag games :) tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it

last song: listening to live radio (classical music) right now... do not recognise the piece

favourite colour: blue usually, in most of its forms

last film/tv show: the tv spinoff of the podcast uncanny... the podcast is my guilty pleasure. paranormal stories are so often a bit silly and i'm firmly 'team sceptic' but i cannot tear myself away

currently watching: not in the middle of anything. next in line is planet earth iii.. i hope it's as spectacular as ii

sweet/spicy/savoury: usually would say sweet. but this evening i overdosed on turkish delight and my digestive system feels like edmund pevensie so ask me later

relationship status: married to my university work

current obsessions: i'm almost back to eighteenth century literature... starting to get into translation history as well, it's my most interesting module. and my perennial favourite, jules verne's île mystérieuse

last thing you googled: local bonfire night displays... but in between shows selling out and the buses being on indefinite strike, i don't think i'll get to one this year

[akajustmerry]

The Chronicles of Narnia (Walden Media Trilogy)

thomas hehe 🥰

My rating (1-10): 6.5/10 (woulda been more but votdt is so cooked)

My favourite character: edmund. he did nothing wrong! except for the colonising!

My least favourite character: i used to have mad beef with susan as a kid cos she reminded me of my older sister but we're good now

The character I think I'd be friends with: edmund "not like there isn't air inside" pevensie. he's just like me fr 😂

The character I think I won't hit off with: lets be real none of them really because they're all colonisers but especially caspian because that accent.............yeesh

My favourite episode/scene: Mr tumnus cringefail abducting lucy of COURSE. but i also love caspian fleeing in the opening sequence of the second film. both mostly because of man harry gregson williams' score. but i ALSO love when trumpkin takes the kids through the woods sequence in the second one. i love the sadness <3

Whose clothing style I like best: i mean the white witch costuming is iconic but if we're talking wearable fashion: caspian's

Times I watched it (and if I would again): for the first two, i've lost count over the years! i watch them maybe once a year as a comfort watch. the 3rd film only twice (both when it was in cinemas)

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝, 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 & 𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆.

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: all characters over the age of 18

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・You didn't know how it all started. You had no idea how or why all four of them were pining after you. Well, you didn't notice it at first. You guessed it was denial.

・And you never thought of yourself as that beautiful. Not compared to other women at court (which was self-confidence based, not on truth, but you didn't feel that.)

・But for some reason, you had caught all four men's eyes.

・Some thought you had put a spell on them, and at times, you thought that yourself. Because you would find hidden love letters, flowers and presents in your rooms.

・You would be escorted by one of them every morning to wherever it is you needed to go

・You were never ... without attention. You were always being asked for dinner, for a date, for a horse ride.

・But you weren't the type to take away someone's free will. Even if you did have a crush on each man.

・Peter was High King, and so passionate. So ready to defend his kingdom, his people and his family.

・King Edmund, but Ed as you knew him, was so witty, kind and you couldn't deny that whenever he winked at you from across a room your heart beat faster

・Caspian ... god .... his accent, his hair, the way he always put you at ease. And he always made time for you.

・And then Eustace, who the Pevensie's said he was once an irritating young boy, who had grown up. Narnia had helped him mature. Plus, you loved that wherever Eustace went, Reepicheep went as well.

・Eustace towers over you, and his smile ... you always get jealous when he smiles at anyone else. You would never admit that though.

・It was very suspicious that they all decided to pursue you. Susan had brought it up, talking to Lucy about it. They both wanted to understand why three members of their family were head over heels for the same young woman

・When they asked you, (you were slightly hurt by this and Lucy could see it on your face;)

"We don't mean it like that!" Lucy said walking forward and taking hold of your hand.

"Oh no! Not at all, it's just ... out of the ordinary," said Susan.

・Lucy had grown to be just as tall as her sister. And just as beautiful. You were confused as to why Caspian wasn't pursuing Susan.

"Oh! Because I know there are more beautiful people in the castle. And I've wondered why this was happening as well."

・You liked the surprises, which turned into dates. But now you knew that Susan and Lucy were gathering evidence

・Eustace was the first to ask you on a date. To which you said yes.

・He took you to his favourite spot in Narnia. A sparkling pool that cleaned anything completely off of you as soon as you got in.

"It's great for washing!"

・You didn't believe him at first. But he brought a pot of ink and spilt it all over his finest shirt.

・You gasped, but watched as he took off his shirt and plunged it into the water. Immediately the bubbles turned into sparkes, and almost like small rays of light bounced from the fabric, where the ink had once been.

・He pulled it back out and it was almost gleaming.

"H-holy god, this place really is magical," you said and touched the fabric. It was dry as well. But you were doing your best to advert your gaze. Eustace was shirtless and you were blushing...

"How did you come across this?" You asked, trying to take the attention away from the tension

・He coughed. Then put on his shirt.

"I-I love exploring Narnia-" He said with a slight smile, realising his actions

・You bowed your head and looked back at the water, hesitant to touch it. But you plunged your hand into it and instantly you were filled with light.

"Oh my-" Eustace said, looking at you like you had two heads.

"What is it?" You said, swishing your hand through the water.

"You're ... glowing."

・That's when a voice came forward.

"Y/N, what are you doing out here- oh, Eustace," said High King Peter atop his horse.

"Cousin," Eustace bowed his head as Peter trotted forward, his horse just as regal as he.

"Hello, my King."

Peter tutted, "how many times do I have to tell you. Just Peter."

・You blushed, already standing. You stood next to Eustace and felt incredibly awkward; not just because of the two cousins who were staring one another down, but because you were barefoot with unbound hair and completely without makeup.

"Well..." said Peter's horse. The mighty steed, Gideon, who was taller than you.

"I was wondering if you wanted to dine with me tonight?" Peter asked you, and you smiled, nodding.

With almost like a sigh of relief, Peter beamed but tried to hold it in, "I'll see you at seven in my dining quarters."

・Oh, alone. You hadn't had dinner with any of the men alone.

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

For the assumptions ask,

I think you like green and purple and that Lucy is your favorite Pevensie.

Though I am curious now of all the characters in the chronicles of Narnia who is your favorite?

I do indeed like green and purple, though yellow would crowd out purple if I were strictly looking at favourites. My favourite Pevensie in canon would definitely be Lucy, but I have a very soft spot for fanon Edmund, and he's my favourite to write about - what I think he could become during the Golden Age with all the goods and the bads about him, and then how he might have been afterwards. Oh no. My half-finished fanfic is haunting me again.

Who is my favourite? Other than the obvious answer of Aslan, I'd probably end up ultimately pointing to Jill. I get emotional over the way she muffs all the signs except the last, the one that really mattered, and how they're sure they won't survive and they do anyway.