#edmund x reader oneshot

[darkbluekies]

Catch the queen

yandere!king OC x fem reader

Summary: you're fleeing the evil king and hide in the village, hoping to blend in before you can run away for real. Edmund loses his mind and decides to lure you out with fire.

Warnings: yandere, arson, knives, harassment, drunk men, isolation, behading, corpses, a bit of Stockholm symdrome, hints of abuse, name calling

Word count: 4k.

Edmund’s arms are like suffocating cages. Everytime his hands touch you, you lose the ability to breathe. His kisses feel like fire and burn your skin every time they press against you. You can’t take it anymore. You don’t want to be his pretty doll. 

You have nothing planned, but you know that you need to be quiet and run the fastest you possibly can. 

Quietly, you get out of his arms. They’re difficult to bend off of you, but finally, they loosen up. You’re careful not to step on any creaky floor planks as you try to dress yourself. Covering yourself in a dark blue cloak and your body in a warm dress is normally a hard task, but near impossible now that you have to look over your shoulder and try to make your trembling hands cooperate. You grab your dagger, a gift from Edmund. He wants you to be able to protect yourself if he’s ever away from you. 

Edmund twists and turns in bed. He never stays still unless he holds you in his arms. You have to get out of here before he realizes that you're no longer in his embrace. Guards are walking through the mighty corridors, but you do your best to avoid them all and sink into dark corners when they pass by. Heart beating loudly in your ears. A part of you regrets ever trying to leave. They’ll notice you soon enough and then you’ll have to get down on your bare knees and beg forgiveness from Edmund. He’ll revel in it and you can’t stand seeing that satisfied smirk on his face when he once again gets what he wants. 

Finally. Finally, you manage to leave the castle. A fresh breeze hits your face. WIthout looking back, you run. But where? The forest is deep and dangerous at night. Thieves hide where to get away from the royal knights. If they noticed you, you'd be their hostage. Edmund would get you back to every price and you'd be right back where you started. You have to blend in to get away. You have to go to the village. 

It’s late at night and you doubt that anyone is up to help you. No lights are shining in the windows and all doors are locked. The streets are as empty as the grave. You pull the cloak closer to your body. What should you do? It’s not safe to be out on the countryside roads during the night. You can’t leave the village in the middle of the night and even if you do, the chances of your legs giving up before you reach another is too big to take. 

You run through the dark alleyways, looking for somewhere to spend the night. Tomorrow morning when the sun rises, you’ll move on. It’s dangerous to stay in the same kingdom as Edmund. He’ll find you too quickly. 

You find a barn where you decide to spend the night. Carefully, you lay down in the hay and grass, making yourself comfortable. You shiver at the cold air and hug yourself to keep yourself warm. It takes an hour until you finally fall asleep. 

Drunken male voices wake you up a while later. 

“Oh, look at this”, one slurs. “A woman. Let’s have some fun.”

You freeze and reach for the dagger Edmund’s given you, ready to go to attack. 

“What’s a pretty lady doing here?” another one asks, sounding just as drunk. He hiccups. “Did we get a blessing? Oh, we’re so lucky.”

You hurry up from your hiding place and try to make a run for it, but the two men grab you. 

“Don’t leave yet”, they purr drunkenly. “We’re not done yet.”

You breathe out in stress and give the men deadly glares. Something clears up in their dull eyes. 

“Holy shit, it’s the queen!” one of them gasps. 

They’ll have to let you go now, you think. 

“We’re really lucky then”, the other one says. 

You sigh and squeeze your eyes shut. Quickly, you kick the man in front of you and stab the one behind you with your dagger, leaving it behind. The two of them grunt and fall down on the dirty floor. You run for your life out of the barn and into the dark village. The men run behind you and you know that you have to get away before they find you again. You duck into someone’s backyard and hide behind a bush. The two men run past you. You gulp. Is this how things will be from now on? You sniffle and hide your face in your cloak’s sleeve. 

“Why are you crying?” a tiny voice asks. 

You look up and see a little boy hugging a teddy bear. He’s standing in front of you. You hadn’t seen him, he blends into the night air. 

“I’m scared” you whisper and force a smile. “Do you live here?”

The boy nods.

“I’m sorry for trespassing. I needed to hide from those bad men who followed me.”

“Are you really the queen?”

“Yes.”

“Why aren’t you in the castle?”

You wipe your tears carefully. 

“I’m playing hide and seek with the king”, you whisper. “I can’t let him find me or he’ll win.”

“I can help you!”

You smile slightly and caress the little boy’s cheek. 

“I can’t let you get involved”, you sniffle. “The king is a sore loser, he’ll be mad if someone helps me. He’ll think I’m cheating.”

In more ways than one. 

“I’m not a sore loser!” the boy smiles. 

“That’s good”, you say. “Edmund could learn from you.”

“I want to be king one day!”

“I think you should be one. You seem like a smart king.”

“Leon, who are you talking to?” a female voice asks from the back door. “You should be sleeping!”

“Mom, mom! The queen is here!”

“Leon, don’t lie-”

You stand up and the woman gasps. She’s wearing a brown, cheap dress with her head in a messy bun. 

“Y-Your majesty!” she stutters and bows. “Leon, go inside.”

The little boy runs past his mother and leaves you with his mother. The woman hurries over to you. 

“Your majesty, why are you here?” she asks. “Are you alright?”

“I’m … I’m hiding”, you whisper. “I have to get away from here.”

“Do you need anything? Can I get you something? Are you hungry?”

You can feel your stomach rumble slightly and nod shyly. The woman smiles and nods at the back door. 

“Come here, I’ll get you something to eat.”

You follow the woman into the little house and into an even smaller kitchen. She walks over to the stove and starts to prepare something that smells like childhood. In a few minutes she places a bowl of hot porridge on the table in front of you. You take a spoonful.

“I apologize if it’s bad”, she says nervously. “I know that you’re used to high class dishes.”

“No, I like it. It reminds me of my mothers cooking. I miss that.”

Leon runs over to the table. You pet his hair with a smile. The woman sends him to bed. 

“Why are you up?” you ask the mother. “It’s late …”

“I know”, she sighs sadly. “But I get so worried when my husband is out and about. I can’t go to sleep before he’s home. It seems to disrupt Leon too. He insists on staying up with me, but I’d rather not have him see his father’s state.”

“How old is he?”

“Four.”

“He’s adorable.”

“My queen, can you tell me why you’re out hiding? Has something happened?” She shakes her head. “Forgive me for asking. I shouldn’t.”

“It’s okay. It’s just … some things. All you need to know is that I have to get away from here.”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know, I’m not sure yet. Away from here. I can’t go to my parents either. I don’t know where I should go. But I’ll figure it out. In time.”

“Stay here for the night. We’ll figure something out tomorrow.”

“Thank you, you’re too kind.”

Despite the woman’s kindness, you have a hard time falling asleep. What will Edmund think when he wakes up? What will he do?

The bed feels oddly cold for the both of you to be here. He feels around after you, but can’t feel another body. Quickly, he opens his eyes and looks around. Where are you?

“Y/N?” he asks. “Where are you?”

No answer. He gets up from the bed quicker than a cat getting scared. 

“Y/N, answer me!” he says, growing nervous. “Don’t hide!”

When he doesn’t get an answer again, he freezes. You haven’t escaped, have you? He’d like to think that you know better. Edmund barges up from his bed and out into the mighty corridors. He shouts at the guards to collect the knights and prepare his horse. He’ll find you. And if you refuse to show, or if someone is hiding you … they'll feel his wrath. His plan will make sure you never dare to go against him like this ever again. 

With no trace and no idea where you could be hiding, they decide to do the most practical thing in this situation. They ride into the village, gaining all of the people's attention.The king stops his horse right by his secretary’s and looks over the crowd that has gathered to see what has made the king come down to them. You’re none of the spectators. The king’s secretary holds up a piece of paper and a megaphone-looking thing in front of his face to make sure that everyone will hear him. 

“Tonight, the queen ran away from the castle!” the secretary says loudly. “We suspect that she is hiding among you somewhere and that one of you is shielding her. If you don’t give her back in an hour, we will burn this village to the ground in our hunt for his wife. Now the king would like to say a few words.”

He backs away, letting Edmund take the spotlight.

"Y/N, you better come out!" Edmund shouts with a gaze running among the crowd. “Don't be stupid and sacrifice so many innocent lives just because you are afraid! You don't have to be afraid, my queen! I will never hurt you! You can trust me! We belong together and it’s about time you accept that!” He turns to his secretary and lowers his voice. “I’m going to kill the one hiding her from me.”

You can’t hear him, you have no idea of what he’s planning. You’re sleeping soundly in the bed you’ve gotten. When you wake up, it’s too late.

“Wait, what’s going on?” you ask as you see people run past the window.

You can see a layer of thick, black smoke covering the sky. A flame is spreading among the houses. 

“We have to leave!” the woman shouts and picks up Leon in her arms. “Your majesty, come with us, we’ll shield you!”

You follow her out into the chaos. People are screaming and crying and running for their lives. You get pushed left to right as the big crowd flees. Heat is hitting you in the face in an uncomfortable manner. It’s hard to breathe. 

“Knights!” Leon gasps in awe. “And the king!”

You freeze and turn around, seeing the royal horses. You can glimpse Edward on his white lady. Without a second doubt, you move closer into the overpacked crowd. You look around, seeing the two men from yesterday. 

“There’s the whore!” they shout. 

You look at the little boy in his mothers arms and gulp. 

“I have to go”, you say quickly to them and caress Leon’s head. “I’ll find you later. Now you have to hurry!”

“Are you sure, your majesty?” the mother asks. 

You nod and give them a push in the other direction. “Hurry!”

They leave. You start to run in another direction before the men can catch up to you. You run into a less packed alleyway. They corner you against a burning wall.

“You fucking bitch”, one of them hisses and presses your dagger against your neck. “You don’t shove your knife into me and think you can get away with it! I don’t care who the fuck you are, I’ll make sure you never dare to try to do this again!”

“This fire is your fault, you fucking bitch”, the other growls. “You’ve ruined our entire livelihood! You’re so fucking selfish.”

You kick the man in front of you between his legs and run. The other man trips over his friend, giving you a bit of an advantage. You end up on an empty street. You stop when you see the white horse a few meters in front of you. You want to run, but the mere sight of him makes you paralyzed.

“W-What have you done?” you gasp. “Look around!”

“I had to get you to show yourself one way or another”, he says calmly. “No one told me where you were. I gave them an hour to give you to me or I’d burn down their little village.” He shrugs. “Yet they didn’t … so all of this are the consequences of trying to hide you from me. It’s not my fault the peasants disobeyed me.”

Tears start to run down your cheeks. Is all of this your fault? If only you had known about his idiotic idea, you could have stopped it. 

Edmund jumps down from his horse and opens his arms. 

“Come here, my love”, he says softly. “You have nowhere to run. Why don’t you just do yourself a favor and return to me?  You can’t hide from me in the end. Be a good girl, alright?”

“I’m scared, Edmund”, you admit through your sobs. You’re not sure what you’re more afraid of — him or the men following you.

“I know, my love, I know.” He gulps. “Come into my arms. I’ll protect you. I’ll make sure that everything will be okay, alright?”

You hesitate. It’s so tempting to run into his arms and let him take control again. These have been a couple of terrifying hours and you don’t want them to continue. You want a roof over your head again and the safety of having your necessities met again. Staying out on the street won’t be safe.

“It won’t matter where you go, I’ll always find you”, Edmund continues. “Your righteous place is with me. You have to understand that. We married — you belong to me by law. You can’t just run away from me like this. Come here, my queen, let me hold you.”

An immense exhaustion creeps into your body. You’ve been in survival mode for hours by now, your fight is over, you can’t win against Edmund. You look around. If you stay here any longer, you’ll start to burn and people will get even more hurt. All of this is your fault. Everyone will blame you for this. You won’t be safe here. All you want is to relax and have someone else take care of everything … but Edmund’s not a good person. If you go back, he’ll punish you. But maybe that’s better than having an entire village after you, wanting you dead for burning down their houses? You look over to Edmund, at his soft, loving eyes. You run over to him, into his strong arms. He wraps his arms around you tightly and you sob into his shoulder. If everyone hates you for the fire … you know that he will still be on your side. He’ll always be by your side.

“Don’t cry, my love, it hurts me so”, he whispers into your ear and holds you tightly. “Everything will be okay now.” He pulls back, cups your cheeks frantically and gives your lips a desperate kiss. He presses his own against yours, moving faster than you can keep up with. “Fuck, I always feel like a drunken man when I’m with you.”

Speaking of drunken men, your fan club is back. You look over your shoulder with a small whimper. However, you’re not as scared anymore. Not when you have the king’s strong arms wrapped around you. Edmund notices something. 

“Y/N, why do they have your dagger?” he asks suspiciously as his grip on you tightens. 

You press yourself close to him without thinking and he clenches his jaw before tightening his arms around you in a protective manner. 

“Don’t worry, my dear”, he says coldly. “I’ll kill them for touching you.”

He pulls out his sword as his knights ride over. 

“Make sure Y/N doesn’t leave”, he says and gives you to the closest knight. “I’m going to take care of these men.”

Edmund runs after the two men with his sword raised. The knight who holds you helps you up on Edmund’s horse. 

“Your majesty”, he says. “We need to move out of here before the fire traps us. I’ll lead your horse.”

You hug the white horse’s neck as the knights lead you through the destroyed village, out of the danger zone. You can’t watch it. 

Edmund’s soon back. The two men are in chains and led by some knights. Edmund holds your dagger in his hands before placing it together with his sword. 

“Are you hurt, my love?” he asks worriedly and stands by the horse. “You have a mark on your throat. Did they try to hurt you?”

You nod slowly. Edmund turns to the two men with his own fire burning in his eyes. 

“How fucking dare you think that you could touch my wife?!” he growls and slaps one of them as hard as he can. “You fucking left a mark on my wife!”

He spits at their feet before walking back to his horse and jumps up in front of you. He forces your hands to hug his waist. You rest your cheek on his back to hide your crying face. Edmund caresses your intertwined hands over his stomach and rides over to his knights.

“Don’t cry, my dear”, he whispers softly over his shoulder. “You’re safe now.” He turns to his knights and his voice goes cold. “I got what I came for. Let’s go back.”

“What about the village, your majesty?” a knight asks. 

“Pour some water on it.”

Without saying anything more, the king rides away. He holds one of his hands over yours to comfort your sobs. He lifts one of your hands to his lips and gives it kisses. 

“You’ve must been so scared among all of those horrible, horrible people”, he says over his shoulder. “Don’t worry though, Y/N, you’re never going out into the real world again. Never again, you hear me?”

You nod against his shoulder. You’re not sure that the people would even want you back into their village after this. 

He stops the horse out on the castle’s front yard and helps you down by your waist. Some maids run out to meet you and Edmund hesitates giving you to them. 

“Give her a bath”, he demands. “I can only imagine all the fleas and bacterias she has gotten. She smells like smoke. When she’s done, take her into our chamber and make sure she stays there. I’ll talk to her later.”

He gives you to the maids who pull you inside the castle and gives you the hottest bath you’ve ever encountered. You’re sure your skin is melting off. They dress you in the finest of silk and lead you to your shared chamber. You sit down in the bed, waiting for Edmund to come back. He enters the room thirty minutes later.

“I’m not going to let you off the hook”, he says and pulls up his sleeves. 

“I won’t run away again, Edmund, I promise”, you whine in fear. “Please-”

“Shh, darling, I don’t think you have the right to shout at me. Not after the hell you’ve put me through. You should be happy that I don’t behead you together with the two dogs who thought they could touch what's mine!” He runs his veiny hand through his dark hair. “I’m going to give you two punishments. One, watch the beheading-”

“I refuse-”

“Shut up, Y/N. Two, you are going to spend three days in the tower with me.”

The tower is like the dungeons just without the rats and prisoners. You gulps.

“You’re going to learn how much of the things you have here is thanks to me, my love”, Edmund says. “Every piece of clothing you own, every day you spend under my roof, every bite of food you get … is thanks to me. When I’m not there, you have nothing and you get chased by disgusting men like those two in the dungeons. After our little vacation to the tower, you’ll understand. Get up, we have a beheading to watch.”

He pulls you with him to the balcony with a cramping hold. The two men are put on display out on the castle’s front yard and they’re facing you. Edmund stands beside you like a stone. 

“Please don’t!” one of the men shouts in desperation. “Please, we’re sorry!”

“Sorry, my ass”, you mutter. 

Edmund chuckles and kisses your temple. 

“Your majesty, please, you met my son!” one of them shouts. “Leon!”

You frown, feelings suddenly shifting. Leon …

“Please, don’t deprive him of a father!”

“Edmund …”, you whisper sadly. 

“He was going to deprive me of a wife”, Edmund answers coldly. “He’s going to die.”

“But he has a son, Edmund! I know he’s an asshole, but-”

“Do you want him to set an example for his son, hm? Do you want him to treat his wife the way he treated you?”

You think of the nice lady who helped you and her adorable little son. You’ve given them enough problems. If you let this man go back to them … 

“You’re right”, you whisper firmly. “Kill them.”

“That’s my girl.”

Edmund shouts for the guards to end the men's pathetic lives. You watch with hate in your eyes. Leon and his mother will never hurt again and they’ll not be able to harass any more girls in the village. 

“Now we don’t have to worry about them anymore, my dear”, Edmund says when the corpses get pulled off the ground. “Let’s go to the tower now.”

“So you can indoctrinate me?” you mutter sarcastically. 

“Exactly.”

He pulls you by the arm with him through the castle’s mighty corridors. He walks behind you up the spiral stone stairs to the tower’s little room. If you stop or slow down, he gives you a small push. 

“Move those little legs for me, pretty”, he encourages you. “We’re not there yet.”

“But there’s so many stairs”, you complain.

“You ran all the way down to the village with those legs, you can walk a couple of stairs.”

You reach the rounded room in what feels like an hour. You sink down into a sitting position on the old, wooden floor. Edmund chuckles at you. 

“You need to grow some muscles, my dear”, he says and then frowns. “Or don’t. The weaker you are, the less I have to worry about you running away again.”

You look around in the room, noticing that it’s completely empty. 

“As you can see”, Edmund says and closes the wooden plugs over the window. “There is nothing here. If you want to be comfortable and not sit on the floor, you’ll have to sit in my lap. If you want food, you’ll have to ask me so I can get it for you and if you’re cold, you’ll have to cuddle up to me. Any questions?”

You’re about to give him a sassy remark, but hold back. It won’t end well for you if you do. 

“Good girl”, Edmund smirks and sneaks his arms around your waist. “Now let’s enjoy each other's company, hm?”

This will be the death of you.

[chrisili]

My apologies

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: You and Edmund have to explore the underground together, alone and you punch him in his face. Accidentally.

Warnings: Make out session

Genre: fluff, rom-com

Word count: 2,3k

A.N.: So extremely obsessed with Narnia currently sooo here you go. This is in the time of Prince Caspian just for the plot but I imagine Edmund a little older here.

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER 100 LIKES ON MY LAST FF? ALSO I HAVE MY FIRST 3 FOLLOWERS AND THAT IS BEYOND EXCITING. THANK YOU!!!

Masterlist

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“Cas, wait! Woah,” while you were, almost casing, after your brother you tripped on a rock. You two were currently in the woods walking to your base where all the other humans, animals, dwarfs, centaurs and what not, were stationed. Caspian turns around to look at you almost tripping on a stone, let’s say he didn’t exactly try to be decent.

“Sister, if you keep this up the King is never gonna want you.” He said laughing while holding you to steady yourself. You look at him half blank, half annoyed. “Yes I am sure out of all the possible situations in the world, tripping in the woods would be THE reason for King Edmund to not be interested in me.” You slap his arm as he tries to help you and you resume your path. “Anyways, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You and the High King Peter assigned me and Edmund to go deeper into the base to explore, to see if we find something useful, right? So, naturally, my question is, why the hell would you do that to me?”

Caspian pulls an arm around your shoulder while he walks with you, “why dear sister, here I thought I was doing you a favor? You obviously like the King and he obviously likes you back so why not spend some time with each other, together eh?”

You nod your head and squint your eyebrows sarcastically. “You know, that is a great idea! How about you send me to uncles castle and we can die there, together eh?”

Caspian looks at you suprised. “I don’t understand?” You roll your eyes, “clearly.”

“Brother tell me, have you maybe noticed how I act around the King?” Y/N asked while they were now on the big meadow in front of their base. As narrator, I have to agree with Y/N. With the handsome dark haired King around her, her head gets all blurry and it is hard for her to think. Although she really likes him she starts being more sarcastic than she already is when she sees his big brown eyes. With Caspian not taking your nervousness seriously and High King Peter actually adoring the thought of his little brother and Y/N, there was nothing to be done.

So you and King Edmund were now in the underground, exploring, dying (Just kidding, only you were, out of nervousness). Edmund was holing up his flashlight to look around, while you were holding a regular torch. You guys didn’t actually talk a lot because your brother was right, the King liked you back so naturally he was pretty nervous too.

“King Ed-” congratulations, you started chocking on your own saliva not even having spoken two words! You cough a little so your voice would come back. “I apologize, King Edmund. I was just wondering why your thing is a lot brighter than mine.” Edmund looked at you and chuckles, which warmed your heart and made your cheeks slightly pink, not that it mattered because it was too dark anyways.

“It’s a flashlight. It has batteries in it, it’s actually hard to explain.” He said scratching his neck. You just nod and kick yourself mentally for even bringing it up. As you two walk further you come across a kind of door frame. There was the frame but no door and in the room behind it was heavy blue lighting, shining though the ceiling, which was of course the moon. You both walked in and not even a minute later a heavy metal door was falling in to the frame. Both your heads turn immediately and you run up to the door.

“No, no, no, no. No please open, please don’t noo…..” you whine while hitting and punching the door to get out. As you realize that the door doesn’t actually open you drop your head with closed eyes.

“I didn’t realize it is such a burden for you to be alone with me.” Edmund said in a sarcastic voice while he just continued walking into the room, which was by the way massive. Not really a room, more like a cave. You turn your head to Edmund and then you started walking after him. “Your Highness I apologize deeply, again. It is not a burden being with you. It is just…” He turns around to look at you, you both standing pretty close to each other while he looks you deep in the eyes. You look back into his and you start giggling covering your mouth. Edmund lifted an eyebrow at you but before he could respond you heard a loud sound coming from the cave.

Both of you slowly walk into the direction where you heard the sound coming from. “I think you should go and look.” You say standing on your tip toes to get a better look from afar.

“Me?” Edmund says also looking into the dark in front of him.

“Mhm.”

“I think it would be better if you went.” Edmund said.

“Funny, because I don’t agree with your opinion in the slightest.”

He turns to you with an intimitating look. “Your Highness.” You add.

Edmund breathes out heavily and starts walking up ahead. The further he goes the more he disappeared until nothing was left but darkness again. You started to kind of freak out in your head, because what’s being worse than being alone with Edmund in a cave is being alone with dead Edmund in a cave.

“Your Highness? Your Majesty? King Edmund?” You yell into the dark not getting an answer back. It would be an understatement saying that you were shitting your pants at this point. But you completely lost it when something tabbed your shoulder, your screamed as loud as you could throwing a punch at Edmund. Yes your read that right, the thing tabbing your shoulder was Edmund who was actually excited to prank you a little bit but now he was just holding his eye while tumbling back. “OW!” He yelled painfully while kind of falling and sitting on the ground. You run up to him and kneel beside him.

“I am so sorry my lord! I didn't see you! I thought it was something that wants to murder me, I was looking out for you and you didn’t come back, I got so scared without you so, oh please my King forgive me. I didn’t mean to really!” You keep rambling about how you are sorry while pulling a beautiful lace handkerchief out of your small satchel. You put some water onto it, also from your satchel and you start to lightly tab it on to the kings, now blue, eye. He hisses at first and moved away because of his reflexes but lets it happen right after. His eyes are closed while sitting there with you, you try to cool his eyes while no one was talking. You were deeply ashamed having punched the love of your life, I mean the king. (obviously)

“First you can’t bare being in one room with me alone and now you punch me in the face, you must really hate me.” He laughs a little still eyes closed. You take his hand with both of your hands, your words desperate. “Oh no, no your Highness. Quite the opposite really! I, in fact like you so much that I am strongly ashamed of myself. I’ve never been so ashamed in my life my lord, I mean it. Around you my head gets dizzy and I don’t know what to do or how to speak, what to say or how to act. I didn’t want to be in a room with you because I was afraid I was going to mess this up, which I obviously did. I don’t expect you to forgive me for I have done such a terrible thing.”

Silence. Deafening silence. Edmund opened his left eye (the good one) and looks up to you. (You kneeling and him sitting you were above him)

“You always hit people in the face you ‘like so much’?” He asks mockingly and you look blankly at him with your eyes building up some tears. When he sees your tears his face changes, he sits up and cups your face with his warm hands. He removes your tears with his thumbs repeatedly because you just wouldn’t stop crying.

“Y/N now I have to apologize. I was insensitive, I shouldn’t have mocked you about your feelings. Please stop crying, I can hardly see your beautiful eyes.”

Your heart stopped beating and you died on the spot, at least that’s what it felt like. “My what?” You said almost whispering, having stopped crying immediately and just looking blankly into Edmunds face. He smiled a little while holding your face softly.

“Your beautiful eyes, I always love looking at them. Just like the rest of you actually… I really like looking at you. Does that sound awkward? It does, doesn’t it?” He says dropping his arms while staring at the very interesting stone floor.

“Your Highness, I like looking at you a lot too.” You say smiling and he looks up at you again. He really wanted to keep staring into your eyes but for some unknown reason his eyes started to look at your lips instead. He took your face into his hands again to pull you closer and just before your lips were touching, he looked at you again, asking permission. You smiled and closed the distance between you.

Both of your eyes were closed, I mean his anyways because you hit him but still. You put one of your hands on his shoulder while moving the other one to cup his hand that is still cupping your face. It was just a peck but when he was about to pull away, you pulled him back in. This time moving your lips against his. Edmund was smiling widely into the passionate kiss while moving one hand down your neck. Without realizing it you climb onto his lab and kiss him faster now, both of your breathing sped up and you could hardly keep your hands to yourself. He actually bit your lip and you moaned a little into his mouth, that’s when you pulled away.

You looked at each other breathing fast, hair messy and unable to speak. Edmund tho was the first to say something. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I went too far.” You shook your head. “No that is not it. It’s just I mean, it’s not really romantic here.” You say laughing a little and he starts laughing with you. Both of you helped each other up, having hearts in all three of your eyes.

Edmund told you then that when he went into the dark he actually came back through the dark, meaning it was kind of a loop.

“Are you saying we are trapped in here forever?!” You exclaim looking shocked.

“I don’t know, it seems to be some sort of magic, we could climb the wall but I don’t know if we fit through the holes.” He says looking up at the ceiling.

“Your Highness, no offense but even if I wanted to I couldn’t climb these walls, any walls for that matter.”

“Edmund.” He says not looking away from the ceiling.

“Excuse me?” You ask back.

“It’s Edmund, not ‘your Highness’.”

“How about, my love?” You ask chuckling and he looks at you blankly.

“Or not, it was just a thou-” you couldn’t finish your sentence because Edmunds lips pecked yours smiling. “I would like that very much, my queen.” He says kissing your cheek.

You couldn’t say anything because another voice appeared. “Edmund? Y/N? Are you in there?” You hear King Peter yelling from the other side of the metal door. Edmund rushed over to the door and yelled back. “Yes Peter, we are in here! Do you think you can open the door from outside?” Not having even finished, the door went up and on the other side were Peter and Caspian smiling.

“You idiot! You planned all of this didn’t you!” You yelled at your brother, storming to him and hitting his arm. He tries to shield himself with his hands while he was laughing. “So what it worked, didn’t it?”

“How did you use magic?” Edmund asked his brother.

“What are you talking about?” Peter said confused.

“The cave, it brought me back when I tried to walk further.” Peter started to laugh, “no offense brother but I think you might have lost your orientation in there blaming it on some magic." Edmund just scoffed and turned to his left.

“Oh god, Edmund what happened to your eye!” Peter asked worried wanting to touch Edmunds eye softly but Edmund slapped Peters hand away. “Y/N punched me.” On command, Caspian hit your arm hard. “OW! What was that for!?” You exclaimed while holding your arm. “How dare you punch the king of Narnia! You should apologize!” Caspian answers with a joking angry face. “Oh I’ll apologize all right!” So you and your brother actually started hitting each other or something.

Edmund then took you by your shoulders, away from Caspian walking with your hand in his. He took you out so you both stood under the moonlight, kissing each other softly.

[saltwaterburns]

giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair while being 3 hours into peter pevensie edits

[pariahsparadise]

ye of little faith | e. p.

nav. | m.list

summary: eustace doesn't believe that edmund has a girlfriend.

wc: 800

pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: VERY unedited. also it's 1am and i just wrote this in a burst of inspiration, so please don't expect it to be good.

a/n: i don't really know if this will make sense to anyone lol, i think i wrote it in a confusing way, but hopefully it's okay. it's mostly eustace's pov, i wanted to try something new. also, this exact scenario has been in my head for months now.

“There’s no way he has a girlfriend,” Eustace tells Lucy, barging into the room. She immediately knows who he’s talking about, able to hear Edmund on the phone downstairs, voice softer than it usually is, taking the tone he automatically opts for when he speaks to Y/N.

“Why?” Lucy asks, half-heartedly entertaining her annoying cousin while she thumbs through the pages of her book. Unfortunately for her, Eustace Scrubb brightens at the attention, straightening up and launching into a rather well-thought out spiel.

“First of all, it’s Edmund we’re talking about. He’s awkward, way too hostile and bad-tempered. Not to mention, he’s barely of average height, and his hair? Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Y/N likes it,” Lucy says mildly, earning a scoff from Eustace.

“Y/N.” he says with disbelieving scorn, “As if she actually exists. You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you lot claim she is would actually be interested in Edmund? And so interested that she calls and writes to him multiple times a week? Yeah, right. I bet that Ed’s hired an escort to help him forget about how lonely he actually is. Or he’s paying some poor girl to play the part of a caring partner.” Eustace has had many such theories, the more creative ones dealing with blackmail and holding family members hostage, but so far, monetary imbursements seem to be the most likely.

“Sure, Eustace,” Lucy mumbles, having checked out of the conversation a while ago. He shakes his head at her disinterest, convinced that he is right, and leaves the room, muttering to himself disbelievingly.

A few days later, a painting gushes out water and swallows them whole, so poor Eustace, although having taunted his cousins with his skepticisms about the magical land of Narnia and called them fools for believing in the same, is forced to confront that he was wrong. 

Eustace is soaking wet and miserable, still slightly panic infused. He can’t believe his eyes, convinced that he hallucinated the last fifteen minutes. Sitting on the ship, the Dawn Treader, he watches as his cousins are recognised as King and Queen. He’s related to royalty. 

With a humorous snort, he realises that this is more believable than Edmund Pevensie having a girlfriend.

Hell, even the talking rat next to him is more believable.

He goes to voice the same, but is distracted by a joyous whoop descending from the sky, followed by a splash in the ocean. Eustace is too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the figure underwater to notice the hopeful glances Edmund and Lucy exchange, the faint tremour in Edmund’s hands as he snatches a telescope from a passing crew member, getting a clearer view.

“It is her!” Ed cries, only barely held back from jumping overboard by Caspian, who laughs fondly at the Just King. Eustace tries to hear what the Prince tells Edmund, but all noise turns to mush the second he sees the young woman surface, a brilliant smile on her face.

At first glance, he thinks it’s a siren. He’s heard stories about their enchanting beauty and ethereal forms, and Eustace does genuinely believe that this woman is too gorgeous to be human like he is. As she swims closer, though, and the ship's crew help pull her onto the ship, Eustace notices the lack of a tail. And though her hair is soaked and strewn across her face, and her clothes suction themselves to her skin, none of it takes away from her radiance.

It also doesn’t distract him from the fact that she’s walking right towards him. 

Eustace’s mouth goes bone dry, and he gulps nervously, afraid she’ll talk to him and afraid she won’t, when suddenly, Edmund swoops past him and towards the woman. He snatches her up in a passionate embrace, hands securing her to him as he twirls her around in sheer delight.

When they kiss, chaste but heady, Eustace decides that he has never actually known anything about anything.

He’s scouring the sky for flying pigs when he hears Edmund’s self-satisfied voice behind him, “And this, my very real girlfriend, Y/N, would be my cousin, Eustace Scrubb.”

“How do you do?” Eustace says weakly, extending a hand, trying his hardest not to faint when you take it.

“Pretty well. If only Edmund would- what was it again?- stop holding my family hostage, I think I’d be great,” you rib amiably, throwing back one of Eustace’s earliest theories back into his now scarlet face.

“No, darling, you’ve got it wrong, I’ve currently got your dogs kidnapped and ready to be shipped to the pound, remember?” Edmund joins in on the fun, his smile widening as he earns a couple of chuckles from you, and a darker flush from Eustace’s cheeks. 

Eustace Scrubb, though unwilling, is forced to admit, after watching the two of you interact, gravitating towards each other naturally, at ease with the love that surrounds you, his cousin’s eyes brighter than he’s ever seen them, that it is very believable for Edmund Pevensie to be dating Y/N L/N after all. 

[thepremedthatwrites]

Handle Yourself

Hey! Could you do a a fic about riding Edmund's thigh while he's studying??? Or A nsfw Alphabet for Edmund please? Thank you so much!

warning: smut below the cut

I let out a huff as the book fell from my hands and onto the bed. My eyes had started to hurt as I strained to read the small text and I felt the need to take a break. Edmund turned from his seat at the desk, a smirk on his face. “Need a break already, love?”

“And what if I do?” I asked, rolling onto my back and stretching my body. “I’ve already been reading for a good fifteen minutes, which is a lot for such a boring book.” He let out a chuckle as he turned back around, already starting to refocus on his own work. I stared at the book sitting next to me in disgust, not wanting to even think about picking it up again. Instead, I turned to look at Edmund who seemed to be deep in thought as he read from his chemistry textbook. I’d always admired his work ethic and how he was able to continue studying for long periods of time, no matter how tedious the subject may be.

His back muscles were tense as he hunched over the desk, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He rested his head in one hand, the other assigned to flip the pages of the textbook. I admired how his biceps flexed slightly underneath his t shirt, making the fabric wrap tightly around his skin. His lips were slightly apart as he read. I wanted to kiss them so badly but I knew he was too focused to do anything. 

But what if I were to convince him otherwise? I wondered what it would take to break the spell of concentration Edmund was under. I imagined running my hands through his dark hair, letting my breath tickle his neck. Would that do the trick? Or would he need more stimulus? I doubted it. I knew just a look could send him into a frenzy if I tried hard enough. I walked over to him, resting my hands on his shoulders. I slowly started to move my hands, working his tense muscles. He let out a soft hum at this. I felt him started to relax. I leaned down so that my mouth was next to his ear. “Why don’t you take a break?” I suggested in a low voice. His took a deep breath before turning to me. 

“You know I need to do well on this exam, (y/n),” he said.

“I know, but you also can’t tire yourself out.” I gave him a soft kiss on his neck, right behind the ear, and I felt him let out a shudder. 

“You’re only saying that because you want something. Isn’t that right, love?” I let out a soft chuckle.

“Perhaps. But I have a feeling you want it as well.” He let out a strangled moan as I planted another kiss, this time near his jawline. I allowed my hand to rest on his thigh as I leaned over his shoulder to look at his textbook. “You can’t possibly be able to read this for such an extended amount of time.” Edmund placed his hand on top of mine, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on my hand. 

“Look, I really need to at least finish this chapter. Why don’t you be a good girl and handle yourself until I can help.” I let out a dissatisfied noise before climbing into his lap. Edmund let out a chuckle as his hands grabbed onto my waist. “And what exactly are you doing?”

“I need your touch,” I whispered, already starting to grind onto his crotch where I could feel something start to grow. 

“(Y/n),” he said in a half-moan. “I need to be able to focus. Could you please move? Just a bit.” I relented so that I was now straddling his right thigh instead of his lap. I let out a soft gasp at the friction as I moved. “That’s a good girl,” Edmund said in a low voice, giving me a soft kiss on my neck.

I started to move my hips, feeling the wetness between my thighs grow as I moved. I let soft moan escape my mouth, making sure they stayed quiet enough that they wouldn’t distract Edmund who continued to read his textbook. One of his hands rested on my waist, offering me some support, while his other hand remained designated to flip the pages. I started to move faster as the pleasure grew. Edmund had started to chew on his lip and although he seemed to be concentrated on the page his was reading, his face had started to turn a light pink. My moans had started to become slightly louder and my voice jumped an octave when he lifted his thigh, adding more pressure. A smirk grew on his face as he did this and I had to bury my face into his neck. 

I savored his scent as I continued to grind on him. My moans had turned to desperate pants as I chased my high. It came to me in a wave, crashing over me and leaving me gasping for air. Edmund let out a low moan, his grip on my waist tightening as my body convulsed with pleasure. After a moment, I started to calm down and sat up right on his thigh. He didn’t wait to kiss me. It was rough and bruising and as he continued to kiss me, he lifted me up. I felt my back hit the soft material of our bed as he started to move his kisses from my lips to my neck. I barely had time to catch my breath.

“Damn you,” he said into my ear, his hands running up and down my body. “Now, after I fuck you, I’m going to have to reread my chapter.” 

[electrictorch]

imagine

inspired by: this peter pevensie x reader fanfic by @thegrxywitch

warnings: none.

aes: soft, tender, romantic

You've been in Narnia for a couple of years, now. You stand on a balcony of Cair Paravel, looking down at the beach where Aslan walked away last time you all saw him. Somehow peaceful times are coming, you think as the warm breeze gives away the upcoming spring. No wars for a while. That'd be nice.

What would England look like by this time? Has the war ended? It's not the first time you wonder about what is happening back where you came from, where once home was. It's true -- now Narnia is home, the place you have been growing up since you first stepped into the wardrobe, but the love you've grown for this kingdom does not completely shake off a natural curiosity. Normal questions loom in the distance, especially when you are alone.

You hear the sound of boots coming from behind you. No need to turn around -- you know very well who this is. You let a small sigh slip through your lips, unconsciously brushing the hair away from your face. "Narnia has never been so pretty," you say.

"You've never been prettier," he answered, standing next to you. You check him out from the corner of your eye. "You get prettier by the day," he adds, putting an arm around your shoulders.

There you stand for a while, eyes on the horizon, no need to say anything. Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen of Narnia. That is what you are. You're home.

[themessedupsonata]

A Little Favour

Edmund Pevensie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friend Edmund (aka the love of your life) asks you to help him invite his crush on a date.

word count: 2.6 k

warnings: none ig. Slight angst but most fluff and a slight mention of sex but not really

A/N: I pictured this story happening post WW2, but I made no references to the 40s so it can be read as a modern au

“I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life...” 

Edward Rochester's speech was rudely interrupted by some inconvenient person who was knocking at your door. You rolled your eyes and mumbled a "come in" loud enough so whoever was on the other side of the door could hear you.

Edmund Pevensie's head popped through the small space of the half-opened door and you completely forgot why you were angry in the first place. 

"Hi Y/N/N. Can we talk?" He smiled nervously.

You nodded and he sat down on the small couch that was in front of your bed so you could look at each other comfortably.

"I missed you, ya know?"

"We saw each other yesterday afternoon, Ed."

"Yesterday didn't count, Y/N. We were with my siblings." He pointed.

Edmund had a point. You loved Peter, Susan and Lucy; but you had multiple intimate matters that you preferred to talk about with Ed only.

"What did you want to talk about? Sounds important."

You were always closest to Edmund than of the other Pevensies. Since the two of you were four, you've been best friends. People were right, you and Ed were always joined at the hip. It was always you and him against the world and you hoped it would stay that way forever.

"I'm in love."

Your world stopped. Well, apparently it wouldn't be just the two of you against the world anymore. Now you would have to share your best friend.

"Oh, Hm… I- didn't see that coming. I mean, that’s great! If…" You trailed off with the words, but Ed seemed too lost in his thoughts that most likely involved this girl to hear you. "If you're happy, so am I!"

You knew very well that it was selfish, but you wanted him to be happy with you. You knew him better than anyone, he loved your company and even though you doubted his words a little, he always said you were cute. Why weren't you good enough for the boy you’ve been in love with for six years?

You bit your bottom lip to keep your eyes from filling with tears and discreetly cleared your throat before leaning forward slightly from your spot on the bed to snap your fingers in front of Edmund’s face, who had his head in the clouds.

"Oh, sorry. I… I'm just kind of nervous, you know? That's why I came here. I need your help to ask her out on a date." He spoke so quickly that you almost didn't understand him. He was avoiding your eyes, clearly nervous.

You sighed tiredly and knelt in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

You weren't being fair. For years you were the most important girl in his life (after his sisters and his mother of course) and your approval clearly means the world to him. If you were as madly in love with someone as Ed seemed to be with this girl, you also would be heartbroken if your best friend didn't support you.

"Of course, I'll help you, Ed. I'm happy for you. What do you have in mind for the date?"

He sighed in relief and was already visibly more relaxed.

"I'm not sure. That's why I came to you. I suspect my siblings know, but I don't want to hear their taunts. Especially if she dumps me."

You ignored all the negative feelings that came with this sentence and focused only on your friend.

"Be optimistic, okay? You're an amazing guy and if she dumps you, it’s her loss. And I think I can help you much more if you tell me who she is." You suggested.

Edmund was never one to be easily embarrassed, but for some reason today he was blushing like there was no tomorrow.

"I don't think I have a chance with her, okay? I'd rather not say who she is for now. I trust you and know you'll know how to help me plan the perfect date."

Only a mad person could agree with …

"Of course I can help you, Ed."

Mad; that's what you are.

His face lit up

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N! You're the best!" He exclaimed, getting up to hug you.

You always forgot about the rest of the world when you were with Ed. You'd give anything to be able to smell his cologne, bury your face in his neck, and be held in his warm arms for eternity.

But that would never be possible.

Because he would never be yours.

***

You guys were meeting every day to decide how Ed could ask out the mysterious girl (Yes, he was still refusing to tell you who she was) a couple of weeks ago. You honestly had no idea who she could be because as far as you knew, you were the only girl he interacts with. Your only suspect was Chloe Chapman, the most beautiful girl of your school year. She lent her eraser to you in the biology class so she was probably very nice. But she had travelled to America with her family and she would spend the whole summer there and Edmund wanted to arrange the date for three days from now. There was no way it could be her.

Apparently, your best friend knew this girl very well. He knew her favourite flowers and snacks, (Which was very helpful as he wanted the date to be a picnic) Ed insisted it would be perfect as she wouldn't like something too expensive and elaborate while also wanting something special and unique. That day you cried yourself to sleep because a picnic was your idea of the perfect date and you loved to fantasize about sharing that experience with Edmund. But now he would realize your dream with someone else.

Life was very unfair.

To make everything worse, he begged you to wait with him until she arrived. Edmund would never ask you to stay on the date with him because he wanted to have a private moment with the girl of his dreams and didn't want to make you uncomfortable being the third wheel. But he wanted you to stay with him to give him moral support until she shows up.

That was the only time in your life you hated being best friends with him.

At that very moment, you were in Edmund's room. He told you he was going to ask the mysterious girl out this afternoon and he would be here any minute with her answer.

A part of you really wanted her to say 'yes' because Ed was madly in love with her and you didn't want him to be heartbroken if she rejected him. But you couldn't help but wish she would say' no' because if she accepts, you knew Edmund would fight until the end for their relationship to last and you would be obligated to be his maid of honour and eventually the godmother of his children. The thought made you shiver.

You nearly had a heart attack when the door burst open and Edmund appeared, looking like he had won a million pounds in a marathon.

"She said yes!" he exclaimed. You've never seen him so happy before

“Oh my God, Ed! I'm so happy for you!" You replied, doing your best to look enthusiastic.

The two of you held each other for a while until Edmund broke the comfortable silence.

“You will be there, right?” he murmured against your hair.

“Of course, Ed. I will always be there when you need me.” That was the first completely true sentence you've said to him since he told you about the mysterious girl.

"Good. Thank you for everything” He pulled away from you just enough so that he could look to your face.

You were almost sure he stared at your lips and he was just as stunned by the proximity as you were. But he gently turned away from you and went to his desk to get the little notebook you both were using to plan Edmund's date. You tweaked the last details for the rest of the afternoon, but you noticed the way he avoided your gaze the entire time and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.

***

Today was the big day. Edmund asked you to get ready because you were meeting the mysterious girl today and he really wanted you to make a good impression on her so you both could become friends.

Fantastic. Simply fantastic.

You picked up your favourite summer dress and put on some simple makeup. It was an outdoor picnic after all.

Edmund arranged for you to meet at 3:30 pm at a flower shop near Primrose Hill, the place where the date would happen. Arriving at the store, it wasn't long before you found him and you forgot how to breathe when you saw the owner of your heart wearing a plain blue sweater and comfy trousers that you'd never seen him wear before. Apparently, he took your advice and bought new clothes for the occasion. He looked adorable.

“Hi, Ed” You called out to get his attention.

He turned to you and you felt your cheeks heat up as you felt his gaze travel over your body.

“You are…Wow! Y/N…I don't even have the words to say how beautiful you look” he said nervously, the pure adoration in his voice making your stomach flutter.

“Thanks, Ed. You look good too” You smiled.

The two of you quickly pulled yourselves together and set out on a journey to buy the perfect flowers for his date. In addition to her favourite flowers (which coincidentally were your favourite flowers as well), he asked the seller for help buying flowers with specific meanings. You were passionate about flowers, but you never learned about their meanings and the only flower Edmund knew was the mysterious girl’s favourite. According to the seller, red roses mean romance, tulips are true love and alstroemerias mean loyalty. You were both completely embarrassed when the kind florist recommended with a smirk that Ed buy lilies too because they mean eroticism and sexuality. He bought five different types of flowers in addition to the mysterious girl's favourites and left the store.

You were slightly nervous to get to Primrose Hill because Edmund insisted on decorating it himself, despite your pleas. You loved his best friend, but he didn't have a lot of decorating sense.

He had specifically arranged for the date to be at Ed's favourite tree at 4:00 pm, the tree was set back from the rest of the park for privacy but it was still a beautiful spot. That was the two of you's favourite hangout spot since you were kids and you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that he's using your two's special spot to have a date with a girl.

You were starting to worry that he would stop caring so much about you now that he had a possible girlfriend.

The two of you arrived on the date and you were shocked to see the most beautiful picnic setting ever. Indeed, the flowers were still missing to complete the decoration, but the delicate tablecloth was full of your favourite foods that looked absolutely delicious and the comical picnic basket gave it a special charm.

“It's way too beautiful. You didn't do this on your own.” That was the first thing you said.

Ed shrugged, but you didn't miss the boyish smile on his face.

“My sisters helped me. I thought I had already overloaded you so I asked for more help. But I am offended that you would assume that I couldn't make something beautiful on my own, Y/N/N.” He said, pretending to be offended.

You helped him put the finishing touches on with the flowers and you can't help but sigh as you look at the most adorable picnic you've ever seen.

You would give anything for Ed to have done all that specifically for you.

"It's 5 minutes to 4:00 pm" Ed commented while looking at his wristwatch.

You nodded and you two sat down next to each other.

“I don't know her” You broke the comfortable silence after a few minutes.

He looked at you with confusion written on his face.

“I don't know her, Ed. But I see how much she seems to make you happy and I've never seen your eyes so bright as when you talk about her. She clearly is your world and you wouldn't have made something so beautiful and special if you didn't love her. I'm so glad you found her, Edmund… I wish the world to you both because I feel like you were made for each other” You commented, surprised that your voice didn't choke.

Every word you said was like a knife in your heart, but it was the truth. You loved him unconditionally, and you knew that Edmund loved her as much as you loved him. He still looked confused by your words, but it didn't matter. You needed to accept that you both just weren't meant to be and that was okay. You were strong and deep down you knew you would get over it. The important thing is that Ed was happy and that you will never stop being best friends.

When you looked up from your lap, you looked at your best friend's face. He had a neutral expression that didn't give away what he was thinking, but you'd never seen him look so peaceful before.

He looked away from your gaze to look at the wristclock.

“It's 4:00 pm, Y/N. I think it's time.”

You nodded in acceptance with some unshed tears and got up off the ground, walking peacefully away from Ed so he could enjoy his long-awaited date.

“Y/N where are you going?” You heard Ed's voice after walking a little less than a meter.

You turned around, confused only to see an Edmund who was clearly trying very hard not to burst out laughing. The left hand was shoved in the pocket of the trousers and the right held the bouquet with the favourite flowers of the mysterious girl.

Wait…

are the mysterious girl, Y/N/N. I can't believe you didn't notice sooner!" He exclaimed with a huge smile on his face.

"What?!?"

“These are your favourite things, sweetheart. I wanted to know your opinion about everything because it was everything for you.

“But… That day you said she said yes” You pointed, still not believing the situation you were in.

“It needed to be believable. I really wanted to ask you out like a normal person, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same way. I thought that if you saw how well I know you and how thoughtful I could be as a boyfriend you would want me. I'm sorry if I hurte--"

You threw yourself into his arms and kissed him passionately. His lips were as soft and sweet as you'd imagine. He tasted like home.

“Of course, I feel the same, Ed. It's impossible not to love you." You smiled, leaning your forehead against his.

He stole one more peck and held you by the hand so you could enjoy the picnic. The long-awaited date would be the beginning of the most beautiful love story between two soulmates.

[sunny-mercya]

Starry Skies

Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader

Fandom -> Chronicles of Narnia

Masterlist

«NO!»

A disbelieving shout left your lips, rushing in a sprinting towards and past Caspian—and like a shield, arm stretched out to your sides, an armour, you threw yourself between him and the Ice Mirror.

«The witch is not to be trusted.» said Peter, having followed after you just as quickly, facing Caspian—who hold his bleeding hand painfully.

The two erupted into a heating bickering argument. Throwing childish insults at one another and between all this, the Witch of iciest winter—Jadis—tried to coax all three of you, aiming more towards Peter and Caspian—as both of them are child's of Adam—to free her from her prisoning mirror.

Peter wasn't sure, couldn't remember—make sense of it—what exactly had happen in the next passing by minutes, but whatever he did had to be something awfully bad. Because what Peter clearly remembers, was you sucker punching him in the face.

Though let's try to rewind the moment;

His mind felt so fuzzy blurring and frogged, when Jadis had started to whisper her trickery lies of false promises and—like he had told before, he doesn't remember much—whatever she had said, even though Peter tried his best to block it out, stirred something in Peter.

Caspian watched, like a helpless fool—who, like a newbie, froze up and didn't know what to do in a situation like this—how Peter had taken a Dagger from his belt and stabbed it straightforward into your side. Pushing you, making you tumbling backwards, into the arms of Jadis.

«Why would you do this?! What is wrong with you?!» Caspian shouted in panic, looking at Peter with shocking disbelief.

And Jadis takes you gladly in her arms, holding you in a chokehold with one arm—cutting off the air circulations for your lungs, bringing you in a state of constant fish like gasping and clawing at her arm—while the hand of the other sneaks around your body—going from your chest down to your stomach—and digging her long boney finger into your wound.

A wickedly grin on her lips as she watches with mischievous glinting eyes, how utterly helpless Caspian and awestruck dumbfounded Peter looked.

«Thank you my dear High King Peter, for bringing my precious boy back in my arms, once again.»

Ever so slowly Jadis withdraw her hand, your blood dripping from her finger. In mere seconds she would be free again, thanks to your blood and Peter's oh so kind offering of you

You gripped Jadis wirst, before she could taste the blood, had it in a tight clutch and drew a hiss from her lips.

«I won't let it happen, witch.» gritting the words out through your teeth. Jadis too, grips your wirst and smearing your still warm blood onto your skin.

When you first had fallen into the world of Narnia—in the middle of the sea and thanks the god above, Edmund and the others were nearby—you were absolutely confused to where you were and how you got here and truthfully scared, because you swore you were just seconds ago with the Pevensie siblings at the underground-station in London.

Sure, you had a strange sensation of deja-vu's and feeling surreal throughout your adventures stay in Narnia, but you shook it off as something of just being overall anxious and paranoid.

Though now, in the hold of Jadis, a memory—a row of unpleasantly ones—keeps flashing through your mind.

You had been already in Narnia once before, in th captivity of the White Witch and after your freeing—thanks to Edmund—your mind had just blocked these memories completely in a form of self defense safety.

«You should've known better [Name] than to test me.»

With horror—and horrific terrifying it was—watched Caspian how Jadis, with that bit of magic left in her, freezing and defrost your arm completely in one go. Leaving a row of snowflake like scars—skin red and dripping with blood—behind.

Your agony filled screams, would haunt Caspian for the rest of his life and feelings of guilt forever seeded in him.

Caspian wasn't dumb, he had sawn the old faintly scars on your arm, he just hadn't connected the dots—till now—that you had gotten such scars from the Witch herself.

When Susan, Edmund and Lucy came rushing in, a fight between them and the henchmen of Jadis had broken out.

«I know, you had it sorted.» said Edmund annoyed, aiming his words at Peter. Putting his sword back in its holster—after destroying the mirror (and hopefully Jadis for final)—walking towards you.

After the mirror had sprung into splitters, you were dropped to the ground. Holding back your whimpers as you take in some deep breaths. Edmund helped you up, fretting over you and looking worried at your blue turned lips and how cold you felt.

You shrugged him off, muttering the lines of; I'm fine.

With your head held high, you walked past them towards the entrance. Wanting to be alone for now, away from this and them was all you wanted.

«You're not worthy to serve under me, the High King. A disappointment of a friend and knight you are–»

Susan tried, she really tired, to stop Peter from saying anything more. She knows that her brothers mouth could sometimes be faster than his mind and unnecessarily provoking.

It was too late. The harm already done. They watched with holding breath, how you stopped abruptly in your tracks. Hands clenching to fists.

«Shut the fuck up!» in a flash you turned around and punched Peter, with your pained wounded arm, in the face. Giving him a bloody nose and brought him tumbling down onto the ground.

«You say you're King, than act like one and get yer arrogance outta yer ass.» you told Peter with seething anger—fists trembling, facial features in a disappointing glare—looking down at him.

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Edmund, he had followed you shortly after—not before giving Peter snide comments and a piece of his mind and hearing a loud gruelling scream, which had definitely come from you—found you a bit offside from the base, in the forest near a well. It seems you didn't really treated your wounds at all, leaving them bleeding while you stared, eyes puffing red and brimming with tears, mindlessly ahead of you.

Wordlessly he stepped towards you, taking a seat next to you. Edmund took, with the uttermost care, your arm—taking out the salve, a cloth and bandages he had brought with him—rinsing it clean and bandage it up.

Moving up your shirt, he inspected the stab wound. It didn't looked awfully deep, then again Edmund hadn't any medical knowledge at all, so he couldn't really tell. Though, just like with your arm, he did a basic first-aid.

You laid your head on Edmunds shoulders and he lets you cry it all out.

~~~

And when the final Battle had come.

«Together» «Forever»

«Till death and the beyond» facing each other—for the last time—intertwined your hands as you both repeated the vows, you two have given one another.

And when it all comes crashing down in the bitter end—the flaming stars in the sky above, being a witness to a everlasting love between two humans—you two will still be in adoration of one another.

[wrenwreads]

Hi! Would you mind writing a request for me? It's a Peter Pevensie x best friend fem! reader where the reader gets injured during a battle and Peter starts ignoring her because he was so scared he would lose her. Then maybe you could add some fluff? Thank you!

battle wounds

sometimes, fear disguises love

pairing/s: peter pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of blood, scars, wounds, sharp object i.e. swords, almost loosing a loved one and... i think that's it

genre: some angst, some fluff — overall, happy ending

word count: 1.4k

a/n: as shown above, based on anon's request. MY FIRST REQUEST AS WELL AAAAAAAAAAAAA (i am actually so excited omg) i really really hope i've done your request justice 😭 this took me quite a while and it's not a personal fave but i defo still like it.

Y/N and Peter had been fighting side by side together.

Something he had admired about Y/N were her fighting skills, having the amazing talent of fighting a battle with two swords. But now, the same talent had his mind going turmoils. He knew his best friends had the capabilities to fight in battle — hell, she was even better than him at it. He just couldn’t help but let his worries eat him alive.

So imagine how he felt when you were suddenly gone from his sight. One second you guys were back to back and now you’re gone. He had to resist himself from abandoning everyone else in favour of looking for you, but he knew he couldn’t do that.

Narnia had won the battle, nights spent awake practising and planning was worth it. Relief had been cruising through his body when he finally saw you, only to be replaced with dread when he saw suddenly slouched down against the wall. A centaur was with you — nothing but concern etched on his face.

“Y/N!” he called, recklessly dropping his equipment as he quickly made his way over to you. From where he was approaching, he could see you were clutching your sides, a dark stain around your hand. His call had caught yours and the centaurs attention. You looked at him through squinted eyes, no doubt from the pain.

Peter dropped to his knees, carrying your upper body over on his lap. “Hey...” he whispered, brushing away strands of your hair away from your face. “Pete, it hurts,” she spoke through gritted teeth. “Shh... it’s alright.” He continued comforting the girl whilst gently lifting her up in her arms.

It was difficult, but Peter managed to get themselves on the centaur. He continued speaking to her, keeping her conscious for the short ride towards their tents. His dread only got worse when you tight hold on his hand began to loosen. He shook your limp body, desperate to keep you alive, “Hey, hey! Y/N, stay with me! Hey!”.

He could only tell the centaur to move faster.

The small movement of her body had caught Lucy’s attention. She abandoned the book she was reading, her palms now holding on to the hospital mattress, tightly in anticipation. She finally let out a breath of air when Y/N opened her eyes.

“Y/N, you’re awake!”

Lucy’s small voice called. She gave the older girl a few moments to adjust. Y/N looked around. They were beds, and curtains between beds. Bottles of who knows what in cabinets.

She was in the infirmary.

The young girl was sat beside her bed, an adorable smile on her face. Y/N knew that smile too well — the same one she always gave whenever she needed one even way before they entered Narnia. Y/N nodded, laughing at the small squeal that escaped Lucy.

Lucy quickly but gently wrapped her arms around her. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispered to her ear. Y/N tightened her hug. “I’m glad I’m okay too, Lucy,” she whispered back. Y/N closed her eyes, taking in a big breath if relief before opening them again.

Lucy removed herself from the hug, although her hands were still on Y/N’s shoulder. “And Peter will be glad too! Of course Ed and Susan as well, but we know what Peter’s like when it comes to you,” she said.

As if on cue, the double doors burst open, revealing Edmund and Susan. The two looked around frantically, shoulders visibly relaxing upon seeing Y/N sitting up straight. They gave her quick hugs, unshed tears glistening their eyes. “Is everyone else alright?” Y/N asked, earning a chuckle from Edmund and an eye roll from Susan. “You literally got stabbed and you’re asking us about our welfare?,” Susan scoffed.

“I’m alright now, am I?”

Another round of laughter circled the room. However, there was one thing on Y/N’s mind. A certain blond-haired young man who she swore was with her before she passed out. “He’s around somewhere. He’s alright,” Susan said. Y/N smiled gratefully, looking at the three people that had grown as her younger siblings over the past years, happy that they were more than alright.

“Another group hug?”

Lucy obviously dove into Y/N arms first with glee.

Much to her dismay, the faun — Dug — had insisted on making Y/N stay another night at the infirmary. Lucy was kind enough to keep her company for the rest of the afternoon before she had to leave for supper. "I've got to monitor you for another night my dear general," Dug had said. Her attempts at complaining were ignored, she could only lay down back to her bed.

By the next morning, the gash on her side had closed up significantly thanks to the works of the healer. The faun gave her a pointed look, helping her up the bed. “Make sure to come back tomorrow dear. Doesn’t mean you’re walking, you’re finally healed.”

“Don’t worry Dug, I don’t think I’m going to battle anytime soon.”

“That’s what they all say…” the faun sighed, shaking his head in amusement.

Y/N quickly left the room in search of her best friend. She had been waiting for him to come by and visit, but to her surprise, he didn’t. She didn’t let her own sadness get in the way, he was after — High King of Narnia. She just couldn’t help but frown a bit at just the lack of a glimpse of him. She only hoped what Susan told her was the truth and not something very sugar coated.

She searched for him around the palace, occasionally stopping to talk to other Narnians who resided in the palace asking about her wellbeing.

She has found him at last. In the secret garden they had found together one night during one of Susan’s balls. His back was facing her. She would’ve ran towards him if it wasn’t for his very tense posture. “Peter?” she softly called, as if she was going to break something if she spoke any louder. She could hear a scoff coming from his direction.

“Lu, I told you to give me so—“

“I don’t sound like Lucy, do I?”

Something in Peter had woken up, he had to steady himself from how quick he turned his body around. He was looking at her like he’s seen a ghost. His eyes were wide, mouth barely open. Not to mention his face slowly turning pale.

She slowly took a few steps towards him. Once she was close enough, the young man finally snapped. Engulfing Y/N with his arms. His hold was tight, scared that if he’d hold her looser, she’d slip away. She rested her chin on his shoulder, her arms finding shelter just over his own.

His body began to quiver under her hold, she could feel tear drops staining the fabric of her dress. "Peter... hey... It's alright. I'm alright," she assured, swaying their bodies back and forth. Her heart practically broke at how Peter desperately shook his head. She really didn't want to, but she parted from the hug. "Look at me," she whispered, using her hands to guide Peter's face.

She frowned upon seeing his red-rimmed eyes.

He pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in. "I thought I'd lost you," he gulped keeping his eyes closed.

"It's okay."

"I didn't visit— because—"

"Hey, let's breath for a sec, yeah? Come on, let's do it together. "

Peter didn't say a single word, but the soft squeeze from his hand was enough. For a moment, it was quiet. Just their soft breaths accompanying the singing birds of Narnia.

Peter had finally managed to calm himself down, opening his eyes to meet Y/N's for the first time that day. "Hi," she smiled. Peter couldn’t help himself but smile. “Hi.”

“Are we alright?,” she had to ask, a slice of worry within her. “We’re more than alright,” Peter reassured, hugging her again — careful not to bother her cut. “I’m sorry I didn’t visit you,” he mumbled.

“It’s alright.”

“No it’s not Y/N. I—“ he took a breath in. “I was scared that I’ll go in the infirmary and you’d be… dead. I was scared. I should’ve came and visited.”

“It’s alright.”

She could only repeat her words back.

The two once again stayed in silence, each other’s presence enough to fill in the atmosphere.

If the situation was different, maybe Peter would have said more words. He decided to keep those to himself for now.

thank u sm again for staying till the end. i am slowly realising i seem to write stuff that will mostly include 2 parts. which is honestly a good thing as it motivates me to continue writing (obv with the breaks in between). i hope u enjoyed. xoxo

[eds-gryff]

Dates Out of Duty

Edmund Pevensie x Gender-Neutral Reader

Okay, despite the pictures, Y/N is GENDER-NEUTRAL IN THIS FIC!! It is the first time I’ve written a gender neutral reader, and also I have been having horrific writer’s block for about two months, so this fic may not be the BEST. I tried very hard, though 😭😭 I’m sorry.

Also, I do have an Arranged-Marriage-with-Edmund-Pevensie fanfiction on Wattpad- it’s called ‘Alliance’ and it is a series of four books, so please do check that out!!

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Requested by @potatosdragon

‘Hi, could you please write an Edmund pevensie imagine x fem reader where it's about the types of dates he would take you on after an arranged marriage. Thank you sosososossososossosooskks much’

It’s not exactly a list of dates like most fics about this scenario are, I wanted to tell a story of the reader and Edmund’s development as well- plus, the date ideas come from both, not just from Ed. Hopefully it’ll be tolerable! 🥲

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Y/N= Your Name

Y/C/N= Your Country’s Name

Y/P/W= Your Preferred Weapon

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Riding Dates

It’s unfamiliar territory, romantic feelings for each other, but Edmund and Y/N both desperately need some semblance of comfort.

The first date, thus, is familiar territory.

He had learnt that they shared a love for horses very soon after the wedding- when he’d witnessed the delight in his then-affianced’s face upon learning that Y/N’s horse was going to come along as they returned to Narnia.

(Their wedding had taken place in Y/N’s kingdom, as per the agreement of the marriage alliance. Neither of them had smiled once during it. It had been their duty, and that was all. Neither had hoped or thought or even imagined that anything more would come out of doing their duty.)

The date is not the roaring success both hoped for- they had hoped, actually, that once they confessed their feelings for each other, things would get as easy as possible- but it’s not a devastating failure, either.

They have fun, playfully bantering with each other as they rode deeper into the woods- banter that Edmund’s horse, Philip, joined as well- and they attempt to, rather clumsily, kiss while on horseback as well. It makes them laugh, and then soon blush, once it turns out that they were quite good at kissing in even inopportune situations.

The problem comes when it is discovered that the path Edmund had chosen led them much further away than expected and when it is found that Y/N had forgotten to bring along the picnic basket.

Hunger and the fear of getting lost plays havoc on romance, and by the time they manage to return to Cair Paravel, the banter has turned to bickering, despite Philip’s most valiant efforts.

And by the time they return to their shared chambers after supper, anything more than a chaste good-night peck is unthinkable.

Bakery Dates

Y/N and Edmund are not very deterred by the less-than-ideal results of their date in the woods, especially since they wake up the next few mornings snuggled into each other.

It’s hard to stay annoyed when you wake up so comfortable and so warm and in each other’s arms- and, one of these mornings, the royals dawdle in bed for a good two hours before forcing themselves to get up.

They miss breakfast- something that’s usual for Y/N, perpetually a late sleeper, but not for Edmund, because although he loves to sleep in, he also enjoys having breakfast with his family- and so Y/N suggests going into town and to one of the bakeries, for the Just King is known to have quite the sweet tooth.

Edmund says yes, quite happily, and it’s hand-in-hand that the pair walk into the town closest to the castle.

They sample cakes and pastries and some things Y/N can’t pronounce but Edmund can with a funny accent- and the employees in the bakery are all aflutter at serving two Monarchs, and that, too, while they’re on a date!

They settle them in a large corner of the bakery, practically forcing every other customer into the opposite corner- despite repeated requests from the royal couple to treat them as regular folk- and they’re given so much sweet confections that Y/N’s tongue, unused to having such large amounts of desserts, goes numb in the middle of a sweet apple crumble. Edmund is having the time of his life, though, biting into a chocolate gateau and a rose parfait and blueberry cakes, and Y/N gazes at him quite contentedly the entire time- and then the gaze turns mutual and humorous and a bit alarmed, when the head baker packs them enough sweeties and desserts and chocolates to last a few decades.

They both are supposed have meetings that day- one with an envoy from Archenland and the other with a Tarkheena from Calormen- but the meetings are later in the day, and they know that the High King and the Queens of Narnia will happily keep the guests busy on the off-chance they are late.

His siblings are more invested in their relationship than they both are, the Just King feels.

As usual, he’s right, and it’s seen just how right he is at the next Ball.

Reading Dates

But before the Ball, comes winter, and with winter, comes the need to stay warm and cosy.

Especially for Edmund, since he does not deal well with the cold at all.

Y/N isn’t used to the cold, since Y/C/N is a warm country, and so they both have more reason than most to stay indoors during the most biting days of winter.

But they haven’t gone on a date in weeks, and Y/N is fearing that they could go back to the aloofness they had regarded each other with during the beginning of their marriage.

Neither of them wants that- Y/N and Edmund care for each other very deeply, and that’s something that even they, expert at denying feelings, cannot deny.

Hence, Y/N hauls candles and blankets and some of the bakery’s sweets in the middle of winter, in addition to asking the Kitchens to bring up some food and warm drinks.

Lastly, Y/N finds Edmund in his study, wrapped in a thick shawl his mother-in-law gave him, and they walk hand-in-hand to the destination.

In the Library, seated on a cosy couch, half-suffocated by thick blankets, Edmund and Y/N hardly talk. They read quietly in the candlelight, occasionally looking up to grin at each other or hold hands again, and even the meal is had in utterly comfortable silence, broken only at the end of it by Edmund’s declaration that they must have a sleepover in the Library.

Of course, both being the bibliophiles they are, they doubt much sleep will happen- it’s far more likely they’ll read and read and read until they fall asleep reading.

But neither will mind that- and so, Y/N climbs into Edmund’s lap, fishes a book from the pile next to them, and agrees.

Ballroom (And a Bit of Stargazing) Dates

Edmund dances well, and since he’s married, he knows that the one to dance with is his consort. He was the one to suggest they consider the Ball a date for he had no wish to spend the event with anyone apart from Y/N.

Y/N felt the same way, and his suggestion was met with an approving kiss.

Still, his siblings have some insane idea in their heads that the relationship between the two Monarchs needs meddling to grow- and their idea of meddling is to make sure no one else meddles.

And so the rest of the guests at the vibrant New Year’s Ball give the two Monarchs a wide berth throughout the event.

It suits Y/N just fine, because Edmund is easily the only one around who offers comfort as well as conversation, not to mention how fine a dancer he is, to make up for Y/N’s abysmal dancing skills. And even Edmund can’t mind, truly, not when he has his dear consort clasped in his arms, and he sees just how bright and soft Y/N’s smile, aimed at him throughout the night, is.

They spend the Ball dancing and laughing, and occasionally tripping, and they are not away from each other’s embrace for longer than a few minutes.

And then they steal away to the roof of Cair Paravel, and spend the rest of night staring up at the sky, with Edmund pointing out the different constellations in the sky, and Y/N speaking of the stories and fables of Y/C/N that were linked to the stars and the Heavens.

Y/N notices that Edmund’s freckles are like constellations. Edmund notices that Y/N’s eyes shine like the Moon. They gaze at each other more than they look at the celestial bodies.

And when the fireworks bloom into artificial stars in the sky, a few metres above them- the couple has their lips on each other’s, feeling something deep bloom in their hearts as well.

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Things go sour not long after the Christmas Ball. It’s coming up on five years of marriage- Peter and Susan and Lucy and Y/N’s parents and both their countries were extremely frustrated by how long it’s taking for Y/N and Edmund to confess their love for each other.

But the couple is taking it slow. Neither are the type to fall in love quickly- rather, until each other, they hadn’t thought they would fall in love at all.

It is all wholly new and unexpected- for them- and they hadn’t quite believed what was happening when they’d quietly confessed to each other that they had feelings for the other. It was for that reason that there had been an unspoken agreement, after the confession, to do things slowly.

But the slowness was frustrating more than just the people around them- it was frustrating them, too!

Edmund regularly had to bite his tongue to keep from saying ‘my love’ in almost every single situation and at every moment of the day, but especially he’d come across Y/N be in the training field, eyes shining and sweaty skin glowing, perfecting the use of (Y/P/W).

The ‘I love you’ had been on the top of Y/N’s tongue every time the two Monarchs fell asleep while reading in the Royal Library, and then Y/N would be the one to wake up first, watching Edmund in peaceful slumber.

There are bets going on, in both Cair Paravel and in Y/N’s castle in (Y/C/N).

Peter said that Y/N would say it first, being the more impulsive of the pair.

Susan said that they’d both say it together, because underneath all their emotional unintelligence, there was some understanding and wisdom.

Lucy said it would be Edmund, because once he got over whatever fear was keeping from telling the three not-so-little words, he would surely want to be transparent with his consort, despite the possibility of his declaration being unrequited.

Y/N’s parents, for their part, thought that it would be another five years before the word ‘love’ would come into the conversation, and they said they’d announce their bet in three.

The sourness is not, however, Edmund and Y/N’s fault.

They’re doing quite well, actually, they feel, and they blush rather brightly every time the other’s name is brought up.

Then the Giants attacked.

Y/N spoke heatedly, looking with flashing eyes to the rest of the war council, “I’m going to fight!”

Edmund nodded, “Of course you are, darling, but you must stay here. It’s not safe to travel back to your country-”

No, Y/N wasn’t running back home! Of course not. That was what Peter had assumed for an awkward moment, and Y/N had almost thrown a scroll at his face.

“I need to get my army here, and I need to leave now. Narnia needs support, and it is part of our alliance treaty that our countries come to each other’s aid in the event of war.”

Peter stepped in here, “That’s right. Remember, Narnia has lent its troops to Y/C/N whenever minor scuffles at the border occur-”

“Of course I remember.” His younger brother said calmly, though not feeling calm at all.

His consort wanted to go out of Cair Paravel- which wasn’t safe in the least, as the Giants were camped practically just outside their walls. He couldn’t- he couldn’t risk losing someone he- someone he loved so much.

“We both signed the treaty, need I remind you. But then we can send a Raven to Y/N’s parents, they can-”

“I am the Monarch.” Y/N spoke, cutting across the Just King. There was no anger in Y/N’s voice, but it was simply firmness. “It is because of me that my country will be brought into this War, because I-”

Fell in love with you.

But the treaty had been signed long before that. And Edmund didn’t know that fact!

“Because I married you.”

Edmund swallowed. Y/N was right. There was no one else who could catch his tongue like that, or get him to change his mind.

“Very well.” He said stiffly, and looked to where Lucy was standing, already dressed in armour and looking fiercely warrior-like. “Lu, I’ll be going with Y/N, so I’ll ask Orieus if he may patrol with you instead-”

“No.” Y/N said, once against interrupting him. Somehow, Y/N’s hand was now on Edmund’s arm, and there sprung a need in both to clasp each other’s hand tight.

So, they did.

“Narnia needs you, dearest. I’ll be alright, and I’ll be back soon.”

Edmund gazed into Y/N’s eyes for a long moment, and Y/N gazed back.

The war council moved onto other matters soon, but Edmund and Y/N kept holding hands for the entirety of it- in fact, until they reached the Stables where Y/N’s horse was kept.

“Are you sure you want to leave now?” Edmund queried quietly, as his consort tied some necessities and supplies to end of the horse’s saddle. He’d been the one to have the sense to tell one of the servants to pack for a journey- Y/N was reckless enough to make the journey with nothing useful. “You could leave in the morning-”

“I don’t want to leave, but I have to. Sooner rather than later- you told me once they said that where you come from.” Y/N’s voice was just as quiet.

What if he was right? Well, of course he was right, he always was- but what if the Giants did attack Y/N on the way?

Death was inevitable, it was known- but to die while on the way to help in a War? What sort of Monarch did that?

But the alternative was not helping Narnia. The alternative was letting Edmund and Peter and Lucy and Susan suffer the War on their own.

Y/N turned to Edmund, “Spare Oom, was it?”

He smiled a little, and they neared each other, their arms sliding around each other so they stayed in an embrace for as long as they could.

“Or War Drobe. I’ve heard it both ways.”

He bent his head, and their lips met in a slow, needy, passionate kiss.

“I’ll be safe.” Y/N whispered into the kiss, knowing full well what Edmund would murmur once the embrace broke. “As safe as I can.”

“That’s not very reassuring.” He tried to joke, but it fell flat. They were going to part. Not for long, if they had any luck- but it was war. How often was good fortune found in the middle of battle? “I’ll wait for you.”

“And you best fight in midst of the waiting.” Y/N said- deciding to not ask him to be safe, because he would be. He would. He was a warrior and he was wise- he’d stay alive. “And try to think of better date ideas.”

Edmund smiled in spite of himself, “I’m the one with the good ideas. Yours are more hit or miss.”

Y/N chuckled softly, “Maybe a battle will give me inspiration, then. I’ll think of you anyway- may as well have that thinking be productive.”

“We’ll go on that date the moment the War’s over.” His smile softened, and they kissed once more- one last time.

The kiss lasted another few moments, before they both pulled away- and Y/N climbed onto the horse.

“G-goodbye.” Y/N almost said ‘my love’. “I’ll see you soon.”

Edmund raised his hand in farewell, not trusting himself to speak.

And then, as the horse pulled out of the paddock and just as his consort was almost out of sight- he spoke.

Well, shouted.

“Y/N!” He said, and the horse and her rider both turned.

They weren’t too close to each other, but they were close enough to hear each other.

Steeling himself, and not entirely sure his sanity was intact, he said loudly, “I love you.”

He saw Y/N’s eyes widen, and- then he fancied he saw a smile. His heart was pounding so hard, he was aware of very little except for his heartbeat and his consort’s outline against the sunset.

No- he wasn’t imagining it. He was seeing a smile. Y/N was smiling at him.

But then Y/N tugged on the reins, and the horse galloped away, and Edmund was left alone in the paddock of the Stables.

But at least he had received a smile in exchange for his impulsive declaration of love. It was far better than the rejection he had thought he was sure to get.

Impromptu Dates

Y/N and Edmund did not see each other until the siege of the giants ended two months later. They had news of each other, of course- letters tied to Ravens’ legs and messages delivered by dryads kept them, as well as every regiment fighting the Giants in the north of Narnia informed of what was happening.

And then, in the spring, the Giants surrendered, and High King Peter declared the War won, and he sent Ravens to all corners of Narnia and to the neighbouring lands to inform them of the news.

Y/N had been with Peter during the battles, while Edmund was stationed away, in a part of the land where strategy would be important to win than force. Lucy was with him, but she regularly rode far away to fight other threats that took advantage of the War to attack Narnia as well- while Susan stayed at Cair Paravel, holding down the fort in case the Giants somehow breeched their defences.

But now that the War was over, the Pevensies were to be together again, soon. Very soon, the four hoped.

Sooner than that, though, it Edmund and Y/N that were fated to reunite.

The path that Y/N was to take on the return from Y/C/N to Narnia was, coincidentally, the path that led from the Western Woods to Cair Paravel.

Edmund hadn’t spent the War there, no, but he had gone to check on his domain after it, just in case any of the White Witch’s supporters had come out of the woodwork and had tried to capture the forests once more.

(There hadn’t been anyone in the Western Woods except for one very adorable family of rabbits, and some deer that complimented his choice of swords over a bow and arrow.)

There was a brook nearby, and Y/N had taken off the armour and had washed up in that- not bathing, of course- and had managed to get some drinking water, too, since the water was cool enough. After such strenuous fighting and the wounds afflicted because of it, cold water was a must.

Y/N had decided to keep wearing the soaked tunic, as the wet fabric gave extreme relief to the hot and bruised skin.

As the horse began away from the brook, walking along a path bordered with flowers, Y/N heard something else.

Someone else.

Someone that travelled frequently with the man who had said ‘I love you’ just before their parting- and the man whom Y/N wanted to tell the same to.

It came from a bit far ahead- nearer to the mouth of the brook, where it was more a stream.

Y/N’s eyesight wasn’t the best, but the hearing was- and Philip, Edmund’s horse, had a very loud voice.

“Your Majesty.” The sienna-hued horse’s voice spoke. “Why not a bathe?”

“It’s only half a day to Cair.” Came another voice, and Y/N’s heart soared so high an attack of dizziness came. “I’ll bathe there- and it won’t do to dirty such a clean, pure stream.”

“Edmund!” Y/N shouted, almost falling off the horse.

Climbing properly off her, Y/N ran towards the sounds of the two voices.

”Edmund- Edmund-”

Edmund had his top-armour off, clad in a wet long-sleeved under-shirt, much like Y/N’s, and he had been washing his face and attempting to fill some water into his flash, even though he’d cracked it and water poured out more than it poured in.

At the sound of his consort’s voice, he dropped the flask again, and turned quickly- in alarm and quite a bit of hope.

Y/N flew at him, and they collided together, falling down onto the grass. Their arms stayed around each other, and Edmund kept calling Y/N’s name and Y/N kept calling Edmund’s, though they were clasped tight together, and neither cared that they’d landed half in the water, too.

“You’re here!” Y/N spoke into Edmund’s shoulder, clutching him tight. “What are- how- this isn’t your route-”

“Had to check on the Woods.” Edmund answered, kissing his consort’s cheek.

He was on top, and there was a grin on Y/N's face at the position, and he felt himself blush.

“You’ve been to guide your armies back to Y/C/N, yes? I thought you’d stay home for a few weeks- to rest.”

“I wanted to.” Y/N admitted- as absolutely lovely and beloved as Narnia was, there was no place like home. “But I- I had something to do in Narnia.”

Here, Philip interjected, “Good to see you again, Your Majesty!”

Y/N waved happily at the sarcastic horse, before looking back at Edmund, who was looking curious as he asked, “Official work?”

“Well.” Y/N said, and rolled them around so that their positions revered and Edmund was under. “I had to make a declaration.”

Y/N’s heart was shaking. And there were palpitations. And anxiety. A lot of anxiety. And nerves. And nausea, if one squinted.

But so much love. So much of it. It overwhelmed all else.

“What?”

His question was ignored, and Y/N went on, “And before that, I had to suggest a date idea.”

And then they kissed, beginning too soft and careful- for neither was aware of the other’s injuries- and then ending with gasps and even tighter grips on each other.

Oh, how they wanted to peel off the remaining armour and the wet tunics and make love then and there, having missed each other so painfully much- but Philip was there. They didn’t want to scar him for life- more than they already had. The poor horse had been an unwitting witness to more than one ardent snogging sessions between the two Monarchs- and, in some of those sessions, they had not been very clothed.

It haunted Philip’s nightmares, but it also gave him a lot of material to tease his rider about.

“Was that the idea?” Edmund asked hoarsely, his hand curling into his consort’s hair. He wanted to say those three words again- so, so badly. “A kissing date?”

Y/N’s swollen lips curved into a smile, “Do you mind it?”

“Not at all.” He said, thinking that all the date ideas he had had might have already been beaten- before asking, “But what’s the declaration? If it’s got paperwork, I’ll have to handle it, you know.”

He was very tired. Fighting battles was difficult. Whatever it was, he wanted to get the work done as soon as possible.

“It is a declaration to the Just King. To my darling husband.” Y/N whispered.

Oh, how could a heart possibly feel like it was creeping so high into a throat!? The anxiety was getting unbearable. It was only Edmund’s proximity and his beautiful, dark eyes gazing into Y/N’s that kept an anxiety attack at bay.

“I declare that I am absolutely and besottedly in love with you.”

“Oh.” Well, he certainly didn’t want that over with as soon as possible.

Never, in fact. He wanted it to last forever.

He smiled again, his heart aglow and both their eyes shining, and they pressed their foreheads against each other’s.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

It was the best date ever.

Vow Renewal Dates

A vow renewal ceremony is not a date, Susan tells her brother and sister-in-law repeatedly- but as far as they’re concerned, that’s exactly what it is.

It takes in a lovely meadow of flowers, and they are together, looking radiant and lovely as they gaze at each other- and they hold hands through it all. They tell each other how much they loved each other, and they promise once again to forever be by each other’s side and be joined in the bond of marriage forevermore.

Well, dates usually didn’t have parents and siblings around, but one couldn’t have everything.

They are in love, though. A love they hope would last forever, and if there’s something after that, then even then.

And it may not be everything- but it certainly does feel like it.

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Thank you for reading!

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[heartybubs]

MASTERLIST

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[frickingnerd]

first kiss with marianne

pairing: marianne von edmund x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship

you had been dating marianne for a little while now, but never got further than holding hands with her

you knew she was nervous about dating someone, so you didn't want to overwhelm her

but you realized that there probably would never be the perfect moment to kiss her, that you had been waiting for all this time

you were always surrounded by people in the monastery and you knew marianne would be too flustered to kiss you if there was a chance of being caught

so, you decided to stop waiting for the perfect moment to be alone with her and instead create it yourself! 

on friday night after class, you invited marianne to your room to hang out together

she refused at first, too flustered to be alone with you, in your dorm room nonetheless, but after some convincing she gave in and went along with you

as you reached your room, you asked her to close her eyes for a moment, which only made her more nervous, but she agreed

for a few moments she stood in your room, hands in front of her eyes, just listening to you running around the room

once you finally told her to open her eyes again, marianne finally saw what you had been doing the last few minutes

you had closed the curtains and there were candles spread all over the room, lighting up the darkness

you carefully approached her, a smile resting on your lips

"i hope you don't mind all of this… i wanted to make things a bit magical for– well, for our first kiss!" 

marianne's cheeks turned red as you mentioned the kiss, but you quickly eased her worries

"don't worry! if you're not ready, then i won't force it now. i can always just set up the candles another time and we can instead study together, but–" 

marianne quickly interrupted you

"n-no, i– i don't want to make you wait any longer… i want this too… really…!" 

you smiled softly and took a step closer, resting both of your hands on mariannes waist

"alright then… i'm going to kiss you now… don't panic" 

you slowly closed the distance between your lips, giving marianne the choice to stop whenever she got uncomfortable

but to your surprise, she leaned in as well, until your lips finally met…

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

As much as I love writing for Rafe, I am in a slump. I am in dire need of requests for other sexy men.

Steve

Edmund

Enoch

Tom

Tyler

Rodrick

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REQUEST PLEASE!!!!

[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 ! :))

wc: 0.5k

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. 

[darkbluekies]

I read your Edmund shot where he proposed to her and I was thinking about the part where he threatened us. What if we asked him if he had laid with a woman before and that dictated our answer. Like if he had laid with a woman before we would choose death but if he hadn’t then sure.

Alternative ending

Yandere!king x fem reader

Summary: you don't accept the kings propsal

Warnings: death, guns, blood, talking about sleeping with women, blood, massacre, threat, obsession

THE FULL ORIGINAL ONESHOT

Spinoff

“Marry me, my lady”, he says. “I don’t want to live another day without you. Be mine. Please. I’ve gotten rid of all the competition. I will never look at anyone else besides you. I got rid of them all.”

You can’t find any words. Your brain has stopped working completely. Not a single sound leaves your mouth when you open it.

“If you don’t say ‘I do’, you will be shot”, the king says warningly, dark eyes looking directly at hers. “If I can’t have you, no one can. It’s you and I or no one.”

“Y-Your majesty”, you sob. “Please … please don’t …”

“Say it.”

“I-I … I can’t …”

“Y/N, tell me you’ll be my queen, tell me that you’ll stay with me forever … or end up like all the others.” He caresses your wet cheek and you flinch away from his hands. They may not have physical blood on them, but you know that they’re covered. “Don’t be a stupid girl now, darling. You know you don’t want to die. Accept the ring. Accept my love.”

You give the pile of bodies a gaze. That is not how you want to end up. But the king has gone insane … you can’t accept that either. You know what they say around the kingdom. He sleeps with any lady he's come across. You'd rather die than marry that kind of man.

“Y/N …”, the king says. “I’m losing patience.”

"I-I don't want to marry a ladies man …"

He's taken back by your sudden requirement.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"E-Everyone says that you've slept with a load of women … h-have you?"

The king gulps and shakes his head. It wouldn't matter if he lied, right? The women he's been to bed with is in the pile, and you'll never have to worry about them. Ever.

But you can see right through it.

"You're lying …"

"But, darling, they don't mean anything!" He gestures towards the messy dance floor. "They're all lying there! You're the only one I want!"

"I don't want to marry you then …"

He goes white with realization. "Y-You're really going to choose death?"

You nod as tears run down your cheeks. The king shakes his head. He can't.

"Please kill me …", you whisper.

"Don't be stupid."

You turn to the guards and hold up your hands, surrendering.

"Don't!" the king exclaims.

He runs over to one of the guards and grabs his weapon. With burning eyes, he walks back to you.

"If anyone's going to do it, it's going to be me", he says, now sounding determined but his hands are shaking. "One last chance to change your mind."

You shake your head. The king nods, gulping.

“I’m sorry, my love”, he says.

He seems to have trouble firing off. His finger rests over the trigger and for a second, you think that he’s going to have mercy on you, but then he fires off. He breathes out shakily and watches how your body falls to the floor. What has he done?

“Y-Y/N …”

He bends down and holds your dead body in his arms as he sobs. Why couldn’t you just have accepted him? He would have kept you safe and never let anything bad happen to you! His past doesn’t matter!

The king makes sure that you get the most beautiful funeral anyone in the kingdom has ever gotten. He visits your grave everyday to tell you what he’s done and what’s going on in his life. He promises you never to marry anyone else than you. He’s going to die alone, die by your side.

[electrictorch]

My boy

jealous!reader × edmund pevensie for @emotionallyattachedteen's request

You like boys. But you don't like other girls hovering around your boy.

During the last couple of years in Narnia, King Edmund the Just had grown so much -- he became stronger, wiser, more clever with words. When you first followed him and his siblings into the wardrobe, you also were a child yourself. You argued with Edmund, looked up to Susan, and even had a tiny crush on Peter.

But none of you were children anymore. You were all maturing. Now even Lucy was taller, growing in kindness, intelligence and beauty everyday. Your relationships were changing as well, and now you and Edmund had something. Or at least that's what you thought, before this princess stepped in.

She had long, auburn hair flowing over her shoulders as she laughed with so much grace that you had to focus on any other sound not to let her charm you. She had eyelashes long as hell, and a pretty face too pretty to be real. She sat next to Edmund the first dinner, and, had you not been crowned by Aslan, years ago, along with the Pevensies, you would have thought of yourself as unworthy of interfering in their conversation.

No fair, you thought. Now he won't look at me anymore.

After that night, you stuck your eyes on Edmund as if trying to tell if he was thinking about that princess or not. But the worst of all was the third night, when you hosted a humble dance in honor of your guests. She requested the first dance with him, and also had her second with the High King. When the third dance started and you saw her fleeting so gracefully around your boy, you couldn't take it anymore.

You ran to the nearest balcony to take some fresh air. Under the moonlight, the sea on the horizon, this was the perfect spot to cry all night long. But you had to eventually come back. You breathed in. Breathed out. Breath in. Breath out.

He is not your boy, you reminded yourself. He is a King. He has as much freedom as you do.

After a few tears, you heard footsteps approaching and dried your cheeks. Breath in. Breath out.

'y/n?' Edmund. Your boy, though he didn't seem to know it. 'Are you OK?'

You nodded. The breeze felt too cold on your face. The sea did not care for you -- it went back and forth as usual. That was how things should be, perhaps. You could not tame the waters even if you tried and cared so much for it. People could not belong to you until they gave themselves to you, like the seas to the moon above them.

'Why aren't you at the dance?'

'I... needed some fresh air.' He was getting closer, until he leaned on the railing, next to you, and turned to you. You had to look away. 'Why aren't you at the dance? You were having so much fun.'

He would not turn his face. 'I noticed you weren't there. Why did you run like that?'

Oh, he saw it.

Wait -- he saw it...

'I... needed some fresh air,' you insisted. He saw me leaving?

'Come on, y/n, I know you. You like parties and dances. You like having guests. You wouldn't run away from you duties.'

Oh, he sees it. You turned your head slightly to look at him. His dark hair shone under the moonlight -- squints of silver in accord to his crown and clothes. His eyes were persistent, reaching out to you, to learn what happened from your own eyes. His lips pressed in worry. Whether or not he wanted something with you, he seemed sincerely interested in hearing you.

'You were dancing with the princess,' you risked in a hushed voice. You thought of nothing else to say. Could you blame him? Could you get angry at him? You had no right to.

'Oh...' he let the thought sink in as you drew circles with your fingers on the railing. 'Is that what was bothering you? But...'

'Sorry,' you said, fearing you would say something that could make you sound even more ridiculous. 'I... I really need the fresh air. I don't want to steal you away from -- from our guests.'

'y/n,' he said. 'y/n, look at me.'

You slowly lifted your eyes to his. Now it was only the two of you, under the moonlight, on a balcony, over the sea. There were so many things you would have liked to tell him, but would it be of any use?

'y/n, may I have this dance?' He couldn't contain a smile.

Well, that was not what you were expecting. You released a small snuffle and accepted the hand he extended with a reverence. He put his other hand behind your waist. You rested your other hand on his shoulder. And you both danced under the moonlight, on a balcony, over the sea. He looked gorgeous. Breath in. Breath out.

'Edmund,' you dared to say. 'I'm sorry I was jealous. I, I just thought...' you hoped he would interrupt you, but he let you finish, his dark eyes patient and welcoming. '...I thought we had something. I like you, Edmund.'

He looked down and smiled, then up to you again. You thought you felt his grip tightening around your waist and on your hand as you two swung to your own rythm. His eyes shimmered. His lips curved. Breath in. Breath out.

'I like you too, y/n.'

You danced around a little more. Breath in, breath out.

'Does that mean we have something?' you asked.

'We do.' He smiled.

You thought of the waves below the balcony, trying to reach for the moon, giving themselves to it. 'Call me yours, then, if you let me call you my boy.'

'Your boy? I like the sound of that.'

You, too. The sound of the sea drowned the need for words. The moonlight rained down on your hearts, poured to each other, beating for the other, behind the silly smiles of you and your boy.