#lucy pevensie x y/n

[witchthewriter]

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

Background:  𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 (𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒) 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎. ✨🌈

⤷ female, ambiguous race (I like to take the Cinderella 90s version outlook on the reader- doesn’t matter how your family looks), and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

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SFW🌿

⭑ Ramandu had not just one daughter, but two. As a star himself, you too inherited the gene. 

⭑ You feel very connected to the night, but surprisingly, you adore the day time. Especially when you’re able to lay down and warm in the sunlight. Lucy says you shine extra bright, as if the sun was mixing with you and making you even more illuminated. 

⭑ Lucy first developed a crush when she saw you - Lilliandil had been invited to Cair Paravel, as Caspian wanted to court her. And Lucy decided to stay in Narnia, along with Edmund and Eustace, for a while longer. 

⭑ You accompanied your sister, whose blue hue did not match your own as each star’s colour represents their individual aura/personality. 

⭑ You first looked upon Lucy when you sank towards the ground. Your orb transforming into your human form. 

⭑ The Queen stood beside her brother and cousin. Caspian led the official greeting, an eager smile on his handsome face. 

⭑ Lilli had transformed as well, and from that moment, it was as if her and Caspian were glued together. 

⭑ You approached the Pevensie party, and they bowed. You did the same. 

⭑ And as soon as you looked up, you found your eyes connected to the youngest one’s. 

⭑ Lucy thought she was crazy for liking you - but it wasn’t a normal like...it was the type of like that she reserved for boys. For men. For suitors. 

⭑ She thought something was wrong with her, something was awry. 

⭑ But that wasn’t the case at all. 

⭑ Her feelings were a natural thing, and who you are attracted to does not always need a label. 

⭑ And so Lucy couldn’t get enough of you 

⭑ Of your stories, your personality, your smile

⭑ The way your eyes lit up when new food was brought in

⭑ Everything about you drew her in

⭑ And she couldn’t help the feelings that deepened. Like wading from the shallow end of a pool and jumping into the deep end. 

⭑ Lucy included you in as many activities as she could - horseback riding, training, clothes fittings etc. 

⭑ You became very close friends

⭑ And you felt the exact same about Lucy. But you tried your very best not to show them. To show the butterflies that swarmed your insides whenever she looked at you 

⭑ Or the blush that formed on your cheeks whenever she complimented you 

⭑ And yet, the very people you were trying to hide your feelings from - they were the ones that knew 

⭑ It was Eustace who realised it first. He pointed it out to Edmund one morning (completely nonchalantly) and with scrambled egg in his mouth 

⭑ Edmund was flabbergasted to say the absolute least. Lucy was his little sister. He still saw her as the little girl who bolted out of the wardrobe, her eyes wide and searching. 

⭑ Lilli knew. She just knew. And she liked Lucy, the thought of you and her together made your sister smile. 

⭑ No one was against it. Funnily enough. Your worst fears were for naught. 

⭑ Theme Song:

‘Forbidden Friendship’ by John Powell (It’s the score from How To Train Your Dragon)

⭑ Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Everyone Can See It But Them

  ✧ First Love

  ✧ Chaotic Dumbass Duo 

[edricmalfoy]

Meeting Lucy pevensie while being the Professor’s Grandchild headcanons

You met at the professors house because you lived with him

You are very shy and introverted first time you meet

your a year older then her

when you hear that Lucy found Narnia you believe her because you’ve been there before

you become more open to the siblings

you become very protective of Lucy when you go to Narnia because you know about it

Both of you confess after you get injured in the battle (LWW battle)

[wrenwreads]

a glass... or two!

sick of seeing his little brother and their best-friend just simply ogle at each other, peter decides to take matters into his own hands.

request for @edmundpevensielover : EDMUND PEVENSIE X READER

LOTS OF FLUFF AND ED AND READER HIDE THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER MAYBE SHE (READER) GETS TRICKED BY PETER (AT THE PEVENSIES' CHRISTMAS PARTY) TO DRINK AND SHE (READER) GETS DRUNK AND MAKES OUT WITH EDMUND AND THEY PRETEND IT DIDN'T HAPPEN AND SUSAN CATCHES THEM MAKING OUT AGAIN.

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warning/s: mentions of alcohol and reader being drunk a bit tipsy

genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers (or is it?)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this has been in my requests for god knows how long, i do apologise for only getting to it now. i did change it up a bit from what anon originally requested, hope that's okay!

How do you make two obviously in love individuals realise their feelings for each other when the said two individuals are also too oblivious for their own good?

That was the same question Peter had going on in his head.

It has been too long.

Way too long since his little brother — Edmund, admitted he has feelings for Y/N — someone he has grown close to over the years, who also happens to be Edmund’s best friend since forever. Also including the fact that same Y/N did the exact same thing Edmund did, only a week later.

Some would say that Peter is in a huff. Jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed as he walks down the halls of the castle towards the library. A bit too niche of a topic for him to be in a huff about — but he's only human after all, and only wants happiness for the two. Gratefully, as a king, he can hide the reason behind his frustration by blaming his duties — claiming they were starting to get too much. People seem to buy it, except for two. 

“Peter, are you alright? You’ve been sighing like a mad man since you sat down.”

Lucy’s question only had the young king sighing again, not missing the way Lucy and Susan shared a glance before him.

“It’s those two,” he answers, nodding towards the two figures who had seemed to tuck themselves against each other under one of the castle’s big library shelves.

Both Lucy and Susan follow Peter’s gaze, faux fatigue lacing their shoulders as they watch Y/N and Edmund share fond looks to each other as they immerse into a novel. Y/N was holding the book, conveniently keeping it up between the two of them to read. Edmund had himself stood as support for the young girl who had relaxingly rested upon his chest, his arm behind her — flat against the surface to keep his weight on, allowing both of them to stay upright.

It would be a moment for couples — only if they were one.

“Who do you think will confess first?” Lucy loudly wondered. Although, not too loud to pop the bubble Edmund and Y/N had themselves in. Peter hummed, suddenly alert as if he wasn’t just huffing a few minutes ago. His sisters looked at him, eyes waiting for him to say something.

“What? Isn’t it obvious? I’m sure Y/N will say something first.”

Susan silently scoffs, mouth opening as if someone had just offended her. “Don’t think so lowly of Edmund, would you? I know it’s going to be him.”

“Ed, do you know what colours Peter’s planning for this year?” the young woman asks as she welcomes herself into Edmund’s bedroom. Upon hearing no answer and only the sounds of water running, she assumes he’s still busy giving himself a wash. Thinking he’ll be taking a while, she sits on the four-poster — fussing herself around as she gets comfortable, crossing her legs underneath herself. Relaxing in her seat, she opens the book she had on her hold — continuing where she had left off.

Getting herself lost in the plot, she fails to realise the sound of water stopping nor the fact that Edmund had come out of the washroom and had asked a question himself. It was only when the mattress beneath her dipped did she look up from her page, seeing Edmund looking fresh — wet hair dripping all over his sheets. “You’re not laying down with wet hair, are you?” Y/N asks, eyes narrowing at the sly smile growing on Edmund’s face. “No.” he simply answered, further provoking her as he slowly ascends on to his pillows.

Y/N only sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands up from her position to grab the stray towel the boy had half-mindedly discarded. “Come on,” she says, tapping his thigh lightly, “this way you won’t be waking up tomorrow, complaining about a mind-blowing head ache you have.”

Edmund scoffs at her dramatics, swinging his legs off to the edge of the bed. Y/N settles herself between his thighs, hands under the towel as she carefully dries Edmund’s hair.

He sighs, eyes closing and his hands making its way to her waist. He keeps them there, finding himself getting drowsy at the feeling of Y/N’s fingers through his hair and the soft humming she emits. “I like it when you dry my hair for me,” he whispers, eyes still closed. Y/N laughs softly, giving his hair once last swipe before putting the towel aside. Combing the strands lightly, she finishes her routine with a soft kiss to his head. “I know you do.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself this year, Pete! The party’s amazing!”

Peter laughs, amused at the unnecessary volume Y/N spoke. “I can hear you perfectly you know. No need to shout,” he teases, laughing again at the pout forming on her lips. “Do you know where Edmund went?! I’ve been looking for him all night, I have something to say to him!”

His eyes widen at the girl’s question. Could this finally be it?

As if on cue, Edmund presents himself — although a bit tipsy himself, not as much as Y/N is though. “What’s going on?”

“Ed!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around Edmund’s torso. The boy manages to catch himself from falling, giggling to himself as he too reciprocates the hug. “Oh dear, how many have you had?”

Y/N removed herself from Edmund, hands on her hips as she appears to be deep in thought. Edmund looks at his brother for an answer, only that Peter remains silent. Raising his arms halfway up in the air feigning innocence. She suddenly gasps in her place, quickly spinning around to face Peter. “You gave me two! And then… I think I grabbed another two. And maybe… Idunnoanymore, Ithink…” her words began slurring into each other, earning a chuckle from both brothers. Edmund feels himself slowly sobering up at her antics, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. “It’s bed time, don’t you think?”

“No… nonono, notyet—”

Peter remains silent from where he had stood himself, not before moving a little further away from where the pair were standing. He watches as Edmund remains calm, a dopy smile on his face as he dotes on you and your blabbing. He mentally pats himself on the back, triumph enveloping him as he hopes his initial plan of getting you together (finally) happens.

“Come on, my love, just a few more steps…” Edmund encourages, guiding his very drunk girlfriend back to his bedroom in one piece.

One day he’ll get Peter’s head for this.

As soon as the door opens — Y/N escapes Edmund’s grasp, almost catapulting herself onto the bed. She relaxes herself, taking a few deep breaths in before sitting back up. “Do you think… they know?” she hiccups, eyes barely open to look at Edmund.

Edmund feels his heart swell at the sight, his eyes giving nothing but love as he slowly helps Y/N get ready for bed. “I don’t think so,” he begins, wiping a damp wash cloth over her face – a hand gingerly placed under her chin to keep her from swaying. “But I do think Peter wants us to quicken up a bit, be together officially. Maybe that’s why he gave you too many to drink.”

She lets out a small huff, a pout on her lips. “But we already are together, Ed. It’s not our fault they remain oblivious.”

“I know, my love. What about we tell them tomorrow? How does that sound? Surprise them during breakfast, hm?”

Y/N laughs, a sound never failing to sound like music to Edmund’s ears. “That’s… good…” yawns break her words apart. Edmund slowly guides her to lay down, ensuring his actions are not too sudden for her to suddenly feel nauseous. “Let’s go to bed then, now, shall we?”

Not even finished with his sentence and Y/N’s were already closed, hands tugging onto the blankets to snuggle herself in further. Edmund smiles, standing up from where he perched onto the edge of the bed to now get himself ready. Right as he enters the washroom, a question is suddenly asked.

 “Ed, are you even drunk?”

He just laughs, not having the heart yet to tell you that he had caught on to Peter’s game very early on to the night. Not that he can for your soft snores had followed your question aright after.

thank you so much for reading until the end! as always, leave your thoughts/comments - i love reading them. constructive criticism is appreciated! •.˚⚘ ⋆.*.ゞ

[pariahsparadise]

ye of little faith | e. p.

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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. 

[chloe-skywalker]

Obvious - Peter Pevensie

Peter x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 807

Summary: Peter meets a girl in Narnia that might be part of his prophecy?

Authors Note: First ever Peter Pevensie Imagine and first ever Narnia imagine

Masterlist

Narnia Masterlist

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“The White Witch is coming. You all must work on your skills.” Aslan told the young Kings and Queens.

“Will you teach us?” Lucy asked walking closer to Aslan as they followed him to their tent.

“We all will young one. I do have someone in mind to teach you all different things.” Aslan answered Lucy with a heart felt chuckle.

“Who?” Susan asked once they stopped walking, wondering who the loin had in mind.

Aslan turned to face the children before answering the older girl. “She is skilled in everything you all will need to know, no matter the situation at hand.”

“A girl?” Edmund asked pulling a face and for that Peter smacked him upside the head.

“We would love to learn from her.” Peter smiled apologetically to Aslan on behalf of his brother.

“Agreed.” Lucy and Susan said at the same time also smiling.

“Yeah, whatever.” Edmund mumbled rubbing the back of his head.

Aslan gave a nod. “Then you’ll all start tomorrow. As for now, get some rest. You’ll all need it.”

^ ^ ^

“I see you all are ready.” Aslan said as he approached the field he had them escorted to.

“We are.” Susan nodded, she was ready to learn.

“Good, Your teacher should be here soon.” Aslan stated before looking around to see her figure coming through the mountains. “An there she is.”

A girl around Peter and Susan’s age came down the hill on a beautiful black stallion. As she got closer her features became more apparent and Peter, well Susan had to nudge him to close his mouth.

“Hey, I hope you all weren’t waiting to long.” Y/n smiled sheepishly as she dismounted her horse.

“Nonsense, Y/n.” Aslan smiled at the young warrior. He had known her, her entire life. Seeing the girl always brought a smile to his face. He knew she was the perfect one for this. “Y/n this is Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and Peter.”

Y/n smiled giving a gentle wave. “Nice to meet you all.”

“Children this is Y/n. She’ll be the one teaching you all.” Aslan explained as he also introduced them.

“Its nice to meet you.” Susan spoke up since Peter couldn’t stop staring. She reached out and the to shake hands.

“Likewise your majesty.” Y/n smiled.

“Please just call us by our names.” Lucy smiled at the older girl, enjoying the energy she let off.

“Yes, please.” Susan nodded in agreement with Lucy’s statement.

“As you wish.” Y/n nodded agreeing to what they had asked. “Shall we get started?”

With that Y/n started showing them different things. Such as knife throwing, basic field first aid, archery, and now sword fighting.

“You should introduce yourself personally.” Susan suggested to Peter as she walked over to stand next to him. The two watched Y/n teach Lucy ways for her to use a sword at her weight and height disadvantage.

“Should I?” Peter genuinely asked.

Susan nodded smiling at him, she had never seen Peter so into a girl before. “You like her. I can tell. Hell, it’s obvious Peter.”

“That obvious?” Peter grimaced smiling shyly.

“Yes. But it seems she is oblivious to it.” Susan nodded towards the Y/h/c-ed girl a few feet in front of them. “Go for it.”

Once the two siblings were done talking they noticed it was Peter’s turn now that Lucy was done. How convenient.

“Hey, Peter right?” Y/n asked smiling up at the blonde as he approached her for his turn.

“Yeah. Y/n right?” Peter smiled nodding at her. He noticed that he had done a lot of smiling around her today.

“Yeah.” Y/n let out a light laugh at the boy's words. How they mimicked her own. Y/n looked up at Peter with a smile. “You ready Peter?”

“Absolutely.” He nodded pulling out his sword.

“They’d be cute together.” Lucy giggled nudging Susan whose face matched Lucy’s.

“They would be.” Susan agreed

Aslan chuckled deeply standing next to the young women.

“What's so funny?” Lucy asked Aslan smiling mischievously at the loin.

Alsan smiled over at the two and they could tell he knew a lot more than he let on. “There are many prophecies for the daughters of Eve and the sons of Adam.”

Susan squinted her eyes before asking. “Are you saying that who we end up with is also prophesized?”

Aslan nodded with a hum. “Part’s of them, yes.”

“So are Y/n and Peter?” Lucy wondered out loud smiling over towards Peter and Y/n’s direction.

“Yes young one, they are. But let’s keep that between us for now.” He gave Lucy and Susan a knowing look. The girls couldn’t help but smile at eachother. They wouldn’t tell their brother but they couldn’t wait to watch their love story play out.

[luvendiary]

the advisor / edmund pevensie

edmund pevensie x Reader

a/n: hiii. i've been aching to write for him for a while now, and due to the lack of content for him i decided to take it into my own hands. it might be a little rusty at parts, but i like the idea of it, so i hope ypu enjoy. as always, let me know what you think. requests are open <3

summary: being the king's and queen's advisor came with many surprises

Your arrival to Narnia had been fortunate for the King’s and Queen’s reign. You had arrived one fateful day, after having fallen asleep on your backdoor patio while reading. When you eventually woke up, you were not in your patio anymore, instead a tall figure mounted on a horse stood a few feet away from you. He was wearing a silver shimmering crown that glowed as the sun hit it. You immediately shuffled back as you tried to get as far away as possible from the man in front of you.

“Don’t be afraid,” the man said as he dismounted his horse.

That didn’t stop you from being very much afraid. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, so instead you frantically dragged yourself backwards while simultaneously trying to reach out for a stick or something you could defend yourself with.

“No- stop that, I wont hur-” the man started, however, his words were cut short as you pointed a branch at him. He simply raised his hands in a bored way, prompted by his actions you stood up, without lowering your weapon.

“Can I talk now?” he asked.

“Where am I?” you replied.

“You’re in Narnia,” he said. Up close, and without the sun blinding you, you could see that he was actually rather handsome. He had dark brown hair, kind blue eyes, and a sharp jawline. He was dressed in weird clothes -beautiful, but weird-, he wore a thick dark green cape that was embroidered with intricate silver patterns over a white silk shirt, and brown trousers. Overall, he exuded an air of regency, (which could be mostly given by the fact that he was also wearing a crown), however, you would not allow yourself to lower your guard.

His reply only prompted more questions. How could you have fallen asleep in your garden, and have woken up in the forest?

“Have I been kidnapped?” you asked.

The man laughed, and he lowered his hands, to which you jolted your stick at.

“Put that down, will you, if I had wanted to harm you, I would’ve already done it”, he said, as he swiftly swept his cape away, so that a seathed sword came into view.

“I really don’t understand how that is reassuring,” you replied, the branch not leaving your firm grip.

He sighed and just extended his hand. You eyed it for a second, and then looked at him before returning your gaze to his hand as you promptly shook it.

“I’m Edmund Pevensie. It’s nice to meet you”.

“I’m not telling you my name Edmund Pevensie, for all I know, you might just be a well-dressed murderer”.

“He did say you were quite ‘peculiar’,” Edmund said as he chuckled. He turned his back on you and went to mount his horse again.

“Wait. Where are you going? Are you leaving me here?”

“That’s what you wanted, didn’t you?” he asked in a mocking way, as he sat on top of the horse.

You lowered your weapon and sighed, “Well, not really. I mean, you brought me here -beautiful place, by the way- but I’d like to go home now, please.”

“I didn’t bring you here, Y/N.”

“Then who di-?” you paused as you came to a sudden realization. “How do you know my name?”

“He told me. And He told me where to find you as well”.

“You do realize that most of the things you’ve said at this point haven’t made sense, right?”

He laughed once again, you seemed to amuse him, “You are breath of fresh air. I’m sure my siblings will have no problem getting along with you,” he said. “Now, if you wan’t answers, you can come with me, if you don’t, you can stay here,” as he gave you your options, her extended his hand towards you.

You pondered your options for a moment: mounting a horse with a total (handsome) stranger, or stay here, in this (admittedly, beautiful) forest. Unfortunately for you, you would have to choose the first one. You sighed and dropped the branch before making your way to him. Before taking his hand, you eyed his silver crown and then looked at him.

“Am I supposed to bow?”

He chuckled, endlessly amused by your behavior, “I think we’re past that now.”

You chuckled as well before taking his hand, and being pulled up by him to mount the horse. When he was sure you were secured, he turned his head to the front and patted the horse’s neck. “Take us home Phillip, please”.

The horse apparently understood, as it neighed and apparently nodded before turning around and galloping to God-knows-where.

That had been nearly two years ago, when Edmund was merely an 18-year-old boy. Now, you were running around the castle grounds, making sure that everything would be perfect for his birthday ball, where single ladies form all around would presents themselves to him as future possible wives and queens. He didn’t have to choose a wife, however it was now a tradition since Peter had had one the year you had arrived, at the request of the Beavers.

“At least give it a try My King,” Mrs. Beaver had said. And so he did, however, he didn’t chose a queen, something that disappoint every available lady in Narnia and beyond.

So now, here you were trying to make ends meet so that Edmund could have a nice birthday, and he could pick a queen.

“Do make sure the trees are happy, they look their best when they are,” you said to a maid.

“Yes, My Lady,” she replied.

Even though you weren’t exactly royalty, being their advisor/ representative/ local magic healer, amongst other unofficial duties, you were treated like the next big thing.

“Oh, and also the food must not go in the ballroom, but rather in the conjoined rooms. The satyrs have agreed to pass out drinks, haven’t they?”

“Yes, My Lady.”

“Perfect, and the centaurs will be receiving the guests, right?”

“That has been taken care of already, My Lady,” a voice interrupted the usual affirmations of your female companion.

Edmund stood in front of you with a grin. The maid immediately excused herself, not before wishing him a happy birthday, to which he offered her a sincere smile and a gracious vow.

“Good morning Ed, I suppose you’re getting ready for your big event,” you said as you flipped through the stack of papers in your hands which were filled to the brim of things you had to take care of.

“Actually, I was about to ask you if you wanted to go for a ride,” he said as he joined your side.

“Ah, I wish I could, but unfortunately, I have a lot of things to get done for the party,” you replied, taking a quick glance at him.

“Phillip does miss you,” he said.

“I’m sure he does,” you said in a sarcastic tone. In reality you could imagine he actually missed your mare, Kamaria.

“Come on-” he started,but he wouldn’t get the opportunity to finish his thought, since you heard a voice calling to you from the other side of the gardens. It was Susan, who has pointing at her wrist, indicating you were late.

You groaned softly, “God, I have to get my dress fitted,” you said as you covered your face with the papers. “I’ll see you tonight!” you spoke as you started to make your way to Susan, to which Edmund wanted to say something, but a sudden thought halted your steps.

You ran up to Ed once again and threw your arms around him, “Happy Birthday, your majesty,” you said up to his ear. You felt him wrap your arms around your waist and hug you tighter. You eventually let go, praying that your face wasn’t as red as it felt. You looked at him one last time and as you ran towards Susan, you looked back and yelled “Save me one dance, will you?”

You saw him laugh softly, before going to face Susan.

“Oh Edmund, please dance with me!” she said in a sing-song voice.

“Be quiet,” you hushed and gently nudged her.

“Just kiss already.”

The night had been lit up by the various candelabra that gave life to the ballroom, as well as the stunning gowns and dress robes that the guests were wearing.

You stood by the King’s and Queen’s thrones, always at their left side. You were wearing a beautiful gown that had been tailored just for you, which made you feel like a star. However, you knew that was not the case, this night was not about you, it was about Edmund, and the girls that came here to be courted.

Once everyone was settled in, trumpets sounded throughout the room, which prompted the guests’ attention to move towards the thrones. Peter, Susan, and Lucy stood up, and the room cleared out for them in a semi-circle. They were to choose their first dance now.

Lucy went first, she immediately went up to one of the satyrs that were passing out drinks and asked him to dance. He happily agreed, as he set down the platter on his arm and bowed to her. Susan went next, she graciously picked one nice looking guy from the crowd, and curtsied, he returned the gesture by bowing. Last, was Peter, you saw as the girls in the crowd straightened their posture. You smiled at that, knowing that if you were in their position you would’ve probably done the same, it filled you with endearment towards the girls. However, you soon saw their posture deflate, and their eyes fell on you. You came to the sudden, and mortifying, realization that King Peter the Magnificent was standing in front of you.

Your eyes went wide, and as much as you wished to ask for an explanation, you couldn’t.

“Can I have this dance?” he asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.

You saw Susan trying to hold back her laughter at your reaction as she gave you an encouraging nod.

Turning your attention back at Peter, you felt as if your blood has been drained; you were used to being the center of attention, however, this felt different, it was as if you were being judged by your own people. “Peter, what the fuck?” you whispered harshly, as you offered him a tight-lipped smile along with your hand.

Since having arrived to Narnia, you’ve abstained yourself from cursing, mostly because you knew that people here weren’t as used to it as you were back in the twenty-first century, however, sometimes you just couldn’t help it.

“Ah yes, always with the sailor mouth,” he chuckled, as he led you to the center of the ballroom. “You don’t see that a lot back home.”

“So you’ve told me, but what you haven’t told me is what are you doing.”

“Is it so bad that I want to take my advisor out to dance?” he asked, positioning his hands on your waist.

“Not at all, my king, but I’d rather not be the target of the death glares coming from the fine ladies here,” you replied just as the music started to fill the room.

“Then you’re going to hate what comes next,” he said, you could hear the grin on his voice. You tensed under his touch, and he felt it immediately, as he spun you around and smiled. “Enjoy yourself Y/N, don’t worry. You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

“What do you mean Peter? What are you guys up to?” you were starting to get worried now.

“You look beautiful,” he said as a reply. “I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing.”

You remained silent, a silent confused noise was the only thing that escaped your mouth as he spun you around again. It was obvious that he was playing a game, and he was refusing to give you any answers. From the corner of your eye you saw Orion, his usual stoic expression seemed a little off, he was looking at Edmund, who was now making his was to the stairs in front of the four thrones, meaning that he was now going to choose a woman to dance with. Not just any woman, but the one that could possibly be his next wife.

Right on cue, the music came to a swift stop, and Peter set you right gracefully. He then bowed and offered you his arm as support.

You knew Peter, and you knew the Pevensies. You knew they would never do something bad to you, or something that would make you uncomfortable in a way that you couldn’t handle, so why was it that you felt dizzy with nervousness?

“Relax,” Peter whispered reassuringly.

“I’m trying,” you whispered back.

“Just so that you know, you never had to worry about anyone else,” he spoke. “He only has eyes for you. Ever since he found you in the forest.”

You gasped softly. The sudden realization about who he was talking about all along dawned on you. But it couldn’t be, could it? You were so lost in your thoughts, that the gasps of surprise, as a certain king approached you didn’t seem to faze you.

“Would you do me the honor, of conceding me this dance?” Edmund said, as he asked for your hand. His blue eyes were soft, and they shimmered with the light of the room. A small (and beautiful) smile adorned his features.

Peter smiled at him, and then at you. Shocked was a small word to describe your state at the moment. Never would you have imagined this was how the night was going to go. Still in your state of shock, you were barely aware of your hand moving to be in his, and of how his fingers wrapped around it as if they were welcoming you home.

“You look beautiful tonight Y/N,” Edmund said while taking you in.

“Ed…what is this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I’m afraid not,” you whispered as the music filled your ears once again. “When I asked you to save me a dance, this wasn’t what I meant.”

Edmund inclined his head a little, so that he could look at your eyes, “I’m mad for you Y/N, and this is my way of telling you that. I wanted to sort of give you a heads up, and maybe even propose today when I asked you to go for a ride with me.”

“Ed, listen…if this is a joke…”

“What? Why would you think this is a joke?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, it all seemed too good to be true. You knew your relationship with him had always been sort of playful, borderline flirtatious maybe, but you’d never thought that your feelings were reciprocated.

Lucy was the first to find out about your feelings for Edmund, albeit it was not because you had wanted her to, but because the young Queen was so observant that nothing went unnoticed by her. Of course, after Lucy found out, Susan did as well and she was not going to be subtle about it. So one day, as you were making some jewelry as a gift for the fairies for your upcoming diplomatic trip, Susan barged in and demanded to know everything, Lucy rushed behind her, trying to get her to calm down as to not frighten you. You had thought that Peter didn’t know about your ‘secret’ but after tonight, you were starting to think that you were a little more oblivious than you had previously thought.

“Ed, I- I don’t know. I just… this is,” you tried to explain whatever it was you were feeling. You were confused, overjoyed, overwhelmed, you felt weak and powerful at the same time. You felt as if you had been put on a pedestal the moment Edmund chose you, as if the fact that he had picked you in a room full of beautiful girls made you worth looking at, but you also felt exposed, as if the same fact meant that you were now like a piece of meat on display.

Edmund’s eyebrows furrowed. “Listen Y/N. I don’t want you to force you into anything that you don’t want to do. I don’t know how you feel about me, or if I misinterpreted our relationship. What I do know, however, is that this is not a joke or a prank, this is truly how I feel about you, and that I will make every effort in me to make sure that you have the life you deserve, whether that is with or without me. I know that there’s no one else in this room, or in the entirety of Narnia or even Archenland, for that matter, that compares to you. I want to spend the rest of forever with you Y/N.”

You were left speechless, and the silence was loud. The music had dissipated along with Edmund’s words. He kissed your hands and with an adoring gaze got down on one knee as he took out a beautiful silver ring from his pocket. The ring had an amethyst in it, your favorite stone, and your birth-stone as well. You gasped, and your hands flew to your mouth, the room gasped along with you.

“My dearest Y/N, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

You saw Peter, Susan and Lucy beaming at you. They stood by their respective thrones, Lucy held on to Peter’s hand tightly. You looked down at the dark-haired boy in front of you. His eyes never seemed to leave yours. Your chest filled with warmth and you allowed yourself to relax, a soft smile appeared on your face as soon as you gave him a soft nod.

You would be honored to be called a Pevensie.

“Yes my King, I would love to be your wife,” you replied as you extended your left hand, were he slid the ring into your nuptial finger. He promptly stood up and swept you into his arms as he spun you around.

The whole room exploded into applause and cheers.

“You are unbelievable Edmund Pevensie. You know that back in my world, skipping the dating stage is unforgivable, right?”

He laughed and pressed his lips to yours, “It’s a good thing we’re not there then, yes? Because now I can tell the world how lucky I am to call you my wife.”

You giggled and burrowed your nose into the crook of his neck, “Not yet charming, we have to go through the actual ceremony.”

“Yes yes, formalities my love. If it were up to me I’d have it done tonight.”

“You’re starting to sound like Peter there Ed, maybe marriage will make you more impulsive,” you replied as you giggled into his neck.

“Maybe,” he said as he pulled back a little, just enough to see your face and press his lips against yours once again.

“I love you Ed.”

He smiled, and his eyes took you in, he didn’t need to say it back, you knew he had already. In every action, and every moment you had spent together. But he did, and your heart soared.

[narcissisticmf]

the golden witch | peter pevensie x fem!reader

description: y/n returns to narnia with the pevensies and discovers something powerful about herself.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of war/violence, mentions of death, etc.

requested by: @oyasumimosura

word count: 3k

The warm air gently grazed across your skin, causing an array of goosebumps to sprout along your arms and legs. Your pupils dilated as you looked up to see the clouds gloomy over Aslan's How. Your lips enclosed together as you sat atop the bricks, overlooking the empty field.

Your eyes flickered golden as you scanned the perimeter, letting the wind softly move through the strands of your hair. Your fingers rested against the stone as your legs dangled over the ledge.

"Is something on your mind, Y/N?" Peter's voice broke you from the comfortable silence that filled the air.

"A lot of things, actually," You replied in a soft whisper as Peter took a seat beside you, his knee gently brushed against your thigh as he situated himself close to you.

Peter's silence was a way for you to know that you could continue and express what was on your mind. It was something that you picked up on from knowing him for so long.

"It's getting easier to control," You looked down at your hands and motioned your fingertips to release a glitter of golden, yellow energy that surrounded your hand. "The longer that I'm here, the stronger I become, Peter," You admitted, looking to him as you found his gaze was already locked with yours.

"What do you mean?" Peter questioned softly.

"Maybe I shouldn't go back," You replied. Peter's lips parted as you continued to speak, "I don't ever have to hide myself, Peter. Back in England, I'm always trying to conceal what I was born with. Here, I don't have to. I can finally own it and do good with it."

You could see Peter was both worried, but also delighted for you. You felt him inch closer to you as you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his torso, as his draped around your shoulders.

"You never wanted to go back, did you?" Peter questioned after a few moments of stillness.

"No," You admitted, "This is my home."

You could hear Peter's smile growing as you kept yourself close against him. In the distance of the How, you could see a group of men marching forth and onto the field. Your lips parted slowly as you pulled back from Peter, slowly standing up onto the ledge of stone.

"Peter.." You breathed out softly as the Telmarines emerged from the trees. The High King stood up and examined the troops stood before the How.

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Releasing a couple nervous breaths, you stood before the table that was in the center of the room, preparing protection sachets for Susan and Lucy. Your fingers grabbed a pinch of ground dill and lavender, placing them into the two cloths. Using your fingertips, you gently motioned them above the ingredients in the cloth and let a glitter of gold fall upon them. Swiftly, you tied the two cloths with a string.

"Cakes and kettledrums! That's your next big plan? Sending a little girl alone into the darkest parts of the forest alone?" Trumpkin stood across the table from you, worried for Lucy.

"It's our only chance," Peter stated.

"And she won't be alone," Susan interjected.

You watched as Trumpkin walked towards Lucy with a saddened expression, "Haven't enough of us died already?"

Trufflehunter spoke up from the corner of the room, "Nikabrik was my friend too, but he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I."

You offered a soft grin, remembering Aslan from when you arrived in Narnia for the first time.

"For Aslan," Reepicheep stated.

The Bulgy Bear stood behind Peter, "For Aslan!"

Trumpkin stared at Lucy, "I'm going with you."

"No, we need you here," Lucy replied and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"They'll be safe," You held the sachets in your hands and walked towards Lucy and Susan. "Keep these on you at all times and any danger will stay off your path," You handed one of the sachets to Lucy and the other to Susan.

"Thanks," Susan offered a small grin.

"We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back," Peter suggested.

"If I may.." Caspian started and stepped forward to Peter, "Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer. But as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one in particular that may buy us some time."

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Walking out of Aslan's How with Peter and Edmund, you could hear the Narnians cheering their kings on with all their might and will. You stood close beside Peter as the three of you stood before the circle of cement in which the single combat would take place.

"Here," You placed a small strengthening sachet into Peter's pocket, in order for him to keep a strong sense of stamina throughout his fight.

"Thank you," Peter offered a small grin. He, then, drew his sword and stepped forward. You remained back with Edmund.

Miraz also stepped forward and the two of them began to circle the cement.

"There is still time to surrender," Miraz stated.

"Well, feel free," Peter replied.

"How many more must die for the throne?" Miraz questioned.

"Just one," Peter pulled down his helmet and jumped at Miraz. The two of them begin fighting, clashing their swords against one another's shields as the armies cheered from behind them.

Peter struck Miraz in the back. Miraz knocked off Peter's helmet, and then his coif. Peter swung low, and sliced at Miraz's leg. Miraz took a strike at Peter causing him to fall over, but quickly turned over. Miraz swung his blade again, but Peter turned over to roll out of the way. With all of his might, Peter continued to dodge the strikes that were hit upon him using his shield. He, then, stopped and Miraz tripped. They both quickly got up, breathing heavily. Peter looked over Miraz's shoulder and saw Caspian and Susan riding up.

You followed Peter's gaze and turned to see Caspian and Susan, but no Lucy. You furrowed your brow and watched as Peter stopped before Miraz.

"Does his highness need a respite?" He spoke angrily.

"Five minutes?" Peter breathed out.

"Three," Miraz spat.

Peter limped back towards you and Edmund, as Caspian and Susan walked forth. You released a soft breath as you noticed Peter was in severe pain, holding his arm as though it was twisted badly.

"Lucy.." Peter breathed out, looking at Susan.

"She got through.. with a little help," Susan motioned to Caspian.

Peter looked at him and offered a soft smile, "Thanks."

"Well, you are busy," Caspian replied.

Peter looked to Susan and then to the How, seeing the archers upon the ledge. "Better get up there, just in case. I don't expect the Telmarines will keep their word," Peter stated, breathing heavily through the pain.

Susan gave a small hug to Peter and he winced softly.

"Sorry," She cringed.

"It's alright," Peter spoke through the pain.

"Be careful," She whispered and parted from her brother.

Edmund looked from the Narnians to Peter, "Keep smiling."

Peter raised his sword and forced a smile to the Narnians, receiving a large cheer from them. You smirked gently and turned to look back at Peter. Peter took a seat and winced as his arm was still bothering him.

"I think it's dislocated," He groaned.

"Allow me," You stepped towards him and gently wrapped your hand around his arm. Your eyes flickered gold as you healed his wound quickly, erasing any amount of pain he once felt there.

"How did you do that?" Peter questioned with wide eyes.

"I told you, my powers get stronger by the day," You offered a soft grin.

Peter forced a small chuckle as he stood up, feeling slightly more energy than before. Edmund offered his helmet to Peter, but he pushed it away. Miraz, also, pushed his helmet aside. They walked out to the cement and return to fighting. Peter attacked quickly, but Miraz parried. The Telmarine started hitting Peter with his shield, causing him to fall backwards. Miraz ran towards him, but Peter blocked him with his shield and tripped him. Peter knocked Miraz's sword out of his hand with every bit of force he had.

Their fight continues as Peter now possessed both his and Miraz's sword, having ripped it from his grasp. Peter failed at an attempt to puncture Miraz with the blade. Miraz knocked Peter's sword out of his hand and tried to slam his shield into Peter, but the High King of Narnia grabbed it swiftly. They twist and pull at the shield for what felt like forever. You watched with worry running through your veins.

Peter pushed himself up and harshly slammed his fist into Miraz's wounded leg, causing the man to groan deeply and fall to the ground. You smirked sadistically, your eyes flickered golden as you did so.

"Respite! Respite!" Miraz begged in a whisper.

"Now's no time for chivalry, Pete!" Edmund cried out from the sidelines, with Caspian beside him. You gently rubbed Ed's shoulder and continued watching.

Peter was hesitant as Miraz held his hands up, preparing to lose the fight. Peter lowered his arm and began to walk away, towards you and the others. After Peter's back was turned, Miraz grabbed his sword and ran towards Peter.

"Peter!" You yelled out, causing him to turn around and dodged the blade in time. Peter grabbed the handle of the sword and twisted it around to push it through Miraz's underarm, along the side of his chest. The Telmarine gasped and fell to his knees. Peter pulled the sword out and held it up, but hesitated again.

"What's the matter, boy? Too cowardly to take a life?" Miraz questioned.

"It's not mine to take," Peter whispered and turned to look at Caspian, holding out the sword to him.

Slowly, Caspian made his way towards Peter and took the sword from him as Peter made his way towards you and Edmund.

"Perhaps I was wrong. It seems you have the makings of a good Telmarine king after all," Miraz whispered and bowed his head, accepting fate. Caspian raised the sword and released an angry screams. As he lowered the sword, he stabbed the ground, letting the blade kiss the small patch of dirt in the cement.

"Not one like you. Keep your life, but I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom," Caspian spoke through his teeth. He walked away and the Narnians cheered with pride and happiness. You offered the prince a soft smile as he came towards you, Edmund and Peter.

Sopespian walked over and helped Miraz up, holding his forearm before draping it around his shoulders to prop him up.

"My king," Sopespian whispered.

"I will deal with you when this is over," Miraz whispered through his teeth.

Behind Miraz's back, Sopespian pulled out Susan's arrow. "It is over," He smiled and punctured the bow into Miraz's backside. He stepped back and watched as Miraz fell to the ground, face first.

You, along with the others, turned to see Miraz on the ground as Sopespian with anger all over his face. Your teeth clenched as the Telmarine pointed to the archers.

"Treachery! They shot him! They murdered our king! To arms!" Sopespian yelled as he ran off to the Telmarine army. You released a soft breath and cracked your knuckles as Peter turned to his army.

"Be ready!" He called out to them.

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The Telmarines charged forth as you, Peter and Edmund waited at the cement before the How. Your fingers gently motioned to hold a golden glittering energy down at your side as your eyes flickered bright yellow. Caspian rode on horseback into the How where Narnians were waiting for him.

Peter began to slowly count to ten. Your heartbeat slowed as you watched the Telmarines charge towards the How. You noticed their large machinery began to fire stone balls to the tomb.

You released a breath and brought your hands up to hold the stones with a golden energy that wrapped around it. You harshly tossed it back towards the Telmarines, crushing a group of men with it into the ground.

"Keep at it, Y/N," Peter encouraged as you nodded slowly and motioned your hands to freeze another stone in the air before tossing it back at the Telmarines.

When Peter got to ten, the stone pillars underground collapsed and created a small sinkhole in the ground. The Telmarine soldiers fell into it as Caspian and the Narnians came out from underground on the other side, surrounding them. Peter and Edmund charged forth with the rest of the Narnians, fighting against the Telmarines.

You stood back as you used your golden magic to keep the stones from smashing into the How. You tossed several of them back, but they just kept coming one another the other.

An idea came to mind as your eyes glowed yellow. You gently bounced your fists together and spread them apart, creating a large amount of golden energy between your hands. You conjured a large force field that you built up around the How, blocking the stones from entering the tomb.

The stones that crashed into the force field, turned to dust as soon as it came into contact with it. You smirked softly and the field stayed up. You closed your eyes for a moment and opened them, revealing the bright yellow of them.

To one of the Telmarine generals, you found his gaze upon you in the field and smiled devilishly, getting into his head. You could sense his fears and deepest desires.

Run, your voice echoed in his head as he immediately ran off into the opposite direction, leaving without a fight.

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"We can defeat them in we draw them to the river," One of the soldiers suggested to Sopespian.

"To Beruna!" He called out to his soldiers and watched as they ran towards the forest. You ran after them with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. While following them, your fingers formed balls of golden energy. You tossed them through the Telmarine soldiers, causing most of them to be knocked down.

Once you made it to the river, everyone stopped as Lucy was on the other side of the bridge. Sopespian brings the army to a halt. She drew her dagger and grinned, holding it down at her side. Aslan joined behind her. Sopespian stared more, looking to and fro, as if trying to figure out what to do in the moment.

"Charge!" Sopespian exclaimed as his army ran across the bridge, but stopped halfway when Aslan released a dangerous roar. The water beneath the bridge began to behave strangely. The water built up to form a god-like creature, pulling the bridge and watching as the soldiers fell off. Sopespian stood alone on his horseback, in the river-god's hand. He swung his sword wildly as the water crashed down onto him.

The water soon came to a gentle calm as the Telmarines funneled out of it, dropping their swords to the Narnians. You grinned as you crossed the water before Aslan with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. All of you knelt before him.

"Rise, kings and queens of Narnia," Aslan instructed as you, Peter, Susan, and Edmund rose to stand.

"All of you," He stated as Caspian was still knelt down.

"I do not think I am ready," Caspian spoke softly.

"It's for that very reason I know you are," Aslan replied as Caspian slowly rose to his feet.

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Your lips enclosed together as you were standing upon the Narnian kingdom, looking over the water below. Your eyes were glassy as you leaned over the ledge, resting your arms against it. The wind briskly moved through the strands of your hair as you got lost in the beauty of the horizon.

"You did amazing out there today," Peter's voice caused you to turn your head back to look at him. Your lips curved into a gentle grin as you stood up straight, watching as he walked towards you.

"Thank you," You muttered quietly. "There's something about the magic here that makes it so easy to control," You admitted and lifted your hand, gently releasing a glitter of gold between your fingers. "I can feel it growing stronger, Peter," You lowered your hand, the golden energy faded.

"You wanna stay, don't you?" Peter asked as he lifted his brows gently.

Your lips formed a bigger smile, "I feel safe here, but I don't want my staying back to hinder you from leaving if that's what you want for yourself."

Peter cupped your face with his large hands. Your eyes glistened in the moonlight as he pressed his forehead against yours. The closeness felt natural as Peter lowered his head to press his warm lips against your own. You held your hands against his wrists, molding your lips with his as though they were crafted by the heavens. You could feel Peter's beating heart through his blouse as he slowly dropped his hands down from your face to your torso, sneaking them around to pull you in tighter.

Your hands moved up to his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You leaned your head back and tasted his warm lips against your own. You felt as peace and safe, more so than you ever did before.

Peter pulled back and smiled softly down at you, gently brushing his nose against yours as his forehead was resting to yours. "I'm not going anywhere without you," His voice was gentle and came out in a whisper.

Your glossy lips curved into a big smile and you wasted no time to wrap your arms around him tighter, sinking into his embrace as he returned the gesture. Your cheek was pressed into his chest as he gently leaned his chin against the top of your head.

"I love you, Peter," You whispered and squeezed yourself against him tighter. Your voice sounded muffled against his the material of his blouse.

You could hear his smile as Peter pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I love you, my beautiful golden witch."

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a/n: hi, angels!! i absolutely LOVE this idea and i'm so glad it was requested! i've been wanting to try something like this for a while and i'm happy that i was able to do it. i hope this is what you were both expecting and wanting, to the individual that requested this piece. thank you for your support and as always treat people with kindness. much love, my dears <33 — angelina.

[lexxie]

Injured (Pevensie!Reader)

A/N: I had no idea what to name this fic. So, it will be a headcanon, reader will be GN and Edmund's twin although it's never mentioned. THIS IS SO BAD SORRY, I'M NOT GOOD AT WRITING THIS KIND OF STUFF AND I WROTE THIS IN LIKE 15 MINUTES. Gif is not mine, and english is not my first language sorry for any mistakes!

Requested by anon

TW: Reader getting stabbed with a sword, injury, mentions of death (nobody died)

The man infront of you almost killed you, his sword entered your stomach. The last thing you heard before passing out was Edmund screaming "Y/N!". When you woke up, the pain was there, and some bandages covering the wound. You reached for them, but accidentally pressed too hard "Ouch" you muttered.

"They're awake" A voice you recognized as Peter's said

Then, the sound of shoes against the floor were present for some moments, soon you saw the faces of your siblings. Lucy and Edmund were beside the bed, they started asking questions, like how you felt. Peter and Susan were a little behind. "Give them space" Susan walked a few steps, getting closer to the bed but not as much as the other two were.

"Are you feeling better?" Susan asked, in a soft voice

"It hurts, a lot" You answered

"The pain will go away in some days, we'll have to change your bandages daily" Peter walked to stand where his siblings

"We thought you would die" Lucy had tears in her eyes

"But I didn't, I'm still here" You grabbed her hand "I will never leave you"

[hpnarnia1d]

I really don't want this Narnia series........ because I don't like the idea of someone else playing the love of my life. Like I trust Greta (now) to make the series something wonderful.....but Peter was fine as he was being played by William!!! Same with all the other characters, like those movies were part of early 2000s magic and to redo them just seems like they're going to mess it up (same with the hp series).

But also Peter was and still is my ult crush. I don't want someone else other than William to portray him.... because as much as I liked the book version of Peter, William is the reason I love Peter.

[cateyesinlove]

MY Narnia hyper fixation coming back in 2024 the year of our lord and Savior Aslan- Jesus Christ? Yes, very likely.

This is just a small what if mixed with AU prince Caspain movie

Narnia; What if Peter had a Spouse

Gn significant other for Peter

I am an enthusiast of angst so I cannot help to think about how many lovers Lucy and Edmund probably left behind in Narnia( I usually imagine Lucy being pan and poly and Edmund being bi since I mean we all saw the movies 😏 bombastic side eye!) what if Susan had been engaged to a good man who cared for her and it was a good alliance, someone she saw herself loving some day and of course if Peter had been married.

It was a normal day in Cair Paravel when the Siblings never came back from their hunt. Peters's spouse was hosting the weekly tea with their sibling's partners when a frantic fawn ran into the room to inform them that the kings and queens had disappeared

how Peter's spouse was the person everyone else went to when the Pevensies didn't show up after a week, and how they were now in charge of Narnia since they were now King/ Queen Regent.

How they have to deal with the distraught significant others of the Pevensies and have to watch Lucy's girlfriend/s searching high and low, sky and sea's for her but never finding anything until they give up in the one year anniversary of their disappearance.

Edmunds significant other shutting themselves, starting to miss the weekly tea and lunch peters has been holding for years now and then just stop coming over to the palace at all and avoiding everyone until they aren’t heard of again.

And the worst of it all dealing with the fallout of Susan’s engagement.

A man whom everyone learned to care for and came to see as a friend turned cruel and unreasonable, demanding Peter’s spouse marry him in retribution so his kingdom would continue its alliance with Narnia.

Peters's spouse is so overwhelmed not able to decide if they should accept or not, On one hand, they still hold hope their spouse and siblings would come back but on the other, they were the only protector left of Narnia which meant they had to do everything in their power to protect their subject and do what was best for the kingdom. Finally, Oreius is the one to hold a meeting with everyone close to the Royal family to talk to Peter's spouse and make them see Peter nor Susan would expect them to marry, and neither did any of the Narnians who loved their ruler, the one who stayed and has been taking care of them.

They finally reach a decision to reject the marriage proposal and offer instead a trading alliance between the kingdoms. It's accepted but no one ever sees Susan's ex-betroth in Cair Paravel again.

Later that same year Peter's spouse receives a visit from none other than Aslan himself. They are sitting on the beach having what they remember Edmund calling an existential crisis, their guards are away at a respectable distance when they feel someone sitting next to them and when they look there he is, in all his glory- Aslan.

The lion sits and listens to the current ruler of Narnia cry their heart out offering a small nudge hoping to give some comfort. Once they have calmed down Aslan lays down next to them and observes the sunset, and as the sun hits the water on the horizon he finally speaks.

" They are destined to come back," he says and turns to look at them.

Peter's spouse looks up at Aslan, " What?"

" As you heard my child," he replies eyes never leaving the horizon, " The kings and Queens are destined to be back but," he stops turning his head, and looks them in the eyes. " not for years and years to come"

"I'll be gone by then," they say knowing what Aslan hinted at.

" And they will be lost," he says, " confused and scared."

" Is there a way I can..." they speak, not really understanding what they are asking but knowing in their heart, that they are asking for a second chance.

" There is," Aslan said, hesitation in their tone," but it will cost you greatly. "

They waited for more still looking at Aslan.

The lion sighed, " If you wish to wait for them, I can help with that but you would leave Narnia without a ruler. I could freeze your body and send you into a deep sleep only to be awakened when the rightful rulers of Narnia are back."

It dawns on them for a moment before accepting.

They make preparations and a council is placed in line for when the spell is to take place. They say their goodbyes to everyone, their family and friends, and their most loyal guards, a small order is formed that will take care of them in their slumber; The order of the Firebird.

They lay down in a bed full of their favorite flowers and all their friends are their surround them, Aslan walks in and whispers something to them and then gently blows in their face and they are swept into a dreamland.

Years pass and wars happen, by the time of Prince Caspian thousands of years have passed, and many orders of the Firebird have come and gone but always to come back loyal to their ruler and cause.

It's a calm morning in spring when a gasp is heard from the bed where the enchanting Ruler of old Narnia resides. They sit up in the bed and gasp for air as they hold their throat.

It's time, they look around their room confused since this looked nothing like their chambers in Cair Paraval,

 as they tried to stand up their knees give in and they crashed to the floor thats when some guards came running in, guards that looked nothing like their friends who they last saw. 

“ Your Majesty!” they all exclaimed rushing to their side and helping them up. 

“Thank you” They thanked the guards softly as they hold on to them, feeling their body so when suddenly their was a paused in the air, the unspoken fact, they were back- Peter was back. The guards looked expectenly at them waiting for an other or something. They shoved their hands into the pocket in their outfit taking out a golden firefly that immediately glowed and shot into the sky waiting for the party to follow it. 

“Lets find our Kings and Queens” they spoke with a huge smile.

In a hurry the guards prepared horses and cavalry to escort them and find the Kings and Queens, ridding in a centaur who claimed to be a descendant of  Oreius,  they learn that it had been years- thousands actually, they were currently at war and that most of the hope had been lost, the order of the Firebirds and the rebellion were the last of what remained of old Narnia. 

The firefly finally arrived at the destination from the back of Andreas- the centaur who kindly offer to let them ride in their back- they could see a bunch of Narnian’s and… humans, humans who looked exactly like their husband and siblings, a human who was holding Peters sword, a human with the same golden hair that they had run their fingers through every night. 

It was him, their husband, their king, it was..

“PETER!” They shouted jumping out of the centaurs back and landing in the ground not caring about falling or tripping, their only goal to reach their husband. Peter turns around not caring about the man infront of him and runs in their direction. 

Their small guard follows them swiftly, banners and swords drawn surrounding the stranger who has their sword drawn on their King, protecting them. 

Peter reaches them first and hugs them arms around their shoulders, heart beating threatening to burst out of his chest and gripping into the material of their cloths. 

“ You are here,” They whisper and sobs. 

Peter is in tears and tightens the grip on them. “ So are you.” 

They separate from the hug and they caresse Peters's face, tears running down their faces matching Peters. “ You look just like the day we met,” They say softly and chuckle a bit. 

Peter sobs and nuzzles into their palm, “ And you look just like the day I lost you.”

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here it is everyone! hope you enjoyed it! it's a small thing that has been in my mind since I was literally a child. I might develop the idea more but it would be with an actual character but I wanted to put it out to the world first as something anyone can see themselves or their character in!

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

a/n: There’s no NSFW because I didn’t feel like writing one xx

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ  

🌿ESFJ 🍁Slytherin 📜Lawful Good   🔮Gemini Sun, Virgo Moon, Leo Rising  

SFW🌿

⭑ It was as if Aslan had planned it all along 

⭑ Someone to humble the High King; an outsider, an outcast. Someone that would ultimately merge parts of Narnia, and come together without fuss. 

⭑ You bickered and snapped at each other from the day you met until your wedding (and it still happens from time to time) 

⭑ Edmund loved you - and initially thought you would be the perfect match for him. But you were too alike, and the eldest brother had to marry first.

⭑ But after some time, he realised that Aslan was right. And you were better off as friends (not that he let anyone know his feelings). 

⭑ Your wedding was HUGE, much bigger than you could have ever imagined. All of Narnia stopped for a whole day and night to celebrate the union 

⭑ You both wore white, but his was a warmer cream and yours, a cooler ivory

⭑ Edmund was his best man and either Lucy or your own sister was your maid of honour. 

⭑ Aslan officiated (obviously. And Lucy wanted him to wear a special hat)

⭑ And Susan was the official ‘witness’ (signing of the documents part) 

⭑ Peter always sleeps on the right side of the bed 

⭑ He’s a morning person. And gets grumpier as the day goes on. But perks up whenever he sees you 

⭑ His petnames for you are, ‘Darling, Sweetheart, My Love, My Heart.’ 

⭑ Your petnames for him are, ‘Honey,’ ‘My Liege’ (said usually with a dramatic curtsy and head bow). But most times you just call him, ‘Peter,’ ‘Blondie’ or ‘Sword Boy.’

⭑ Training with you:

        “No, see you’re not holding your sword high enough-” Peter moved to correct your form. 

 “What? Yes I am?” You rebutted, your eyebrows knitting together. 

      “Will you just let me help?” He retorted, giving you a stern look. 

⭑ The others love it. They always watch on when you’re at it

    “Peter should really learn to keep his mouth closed,” Lucy sighed as she and Susan looked on from the window.

⭑ You do feel insecure at times, but Peter is always there, either physically or emotionally hoisting you back on your feet. 

 “We’re together for a reason. We belong together.” 

⭑ Peter can be very romantic

⭑ He never forgets a special occasion/event/milestone. 

⭑ You’re usually the one that does 

⭑ And he’s more sensitive than you are 

⭑ Peter was very very jealous when Caspian came along

    “I don’t know what Susan sees in him anyway...”

“Well he is handsome-”

    Peter turned to you with raised eyebrows, “Oh is he now?” 

⭑ Lucy loves spending time with you. You’re like another sister, and she loves it!

⭑ Susan absolutely adores you, especially now that she can outnumber Peter 

⭑ Peter knows your favourite colour, flower, stone, piece of jewelry, day of the week, memory etc. 

⭑ He suprises you with how well he’s remembered everything. You on the other hand ... don’t have the greatest memory. But you do try!

⭑ You’re always worried for the other’s safety 

⭑ And you actually get into a lot more fights than he does

⭑ Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Rivals to Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers/Married 

  ✧ Mature/Responsible x Snarky/Fierce

  ✧ Sun x Moon

[aokoaoi]

𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗬 ᵉᵈᵐᵘⁿᵈ ᵖᵉᵛᵉⁿˢⁱᵉ

(𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾) 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐'𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿, 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒?

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗔.

𝖯𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖼 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉.

𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖼/𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗆-𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌(𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋).

𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗬 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖲.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇs ᴏғ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴅʀᴏʙᴇ.

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ | 𝗉𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵗʷᵒ | 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾.

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ | ...

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇs ᴏғ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ: ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴀsᴘɪᴀɴ.

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ | ...

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇs ᴏғ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏʏᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ | ...

I am entering my narnia phase

[wrenwreads]

she’s enough.

having her around? edmund knows for sure he’ll be alright.

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: nothing

genre: fluff, edmund pining over his bsf

word count: 591

a/n: got me giggling while i was writing lmao 😭

“It’s not fair.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as her best friend plopped himself flat on her bed.

Her parents had let her stay with the Pevensie’s at a professor’s house for shelter — who would have thought they would end up being leaders of a kingdom.

She had been crowned Queen Y/N the Eloquent. Her ever so good skills in speaking benefited their home like no other. They had fixed so many conflicts without drawing out blood with her help, the siblings wondered what they would have done if Edmund didn’t accidentally smack her in the head back when they were 4.

“What is it this time Eds?” she sighed, leaving the stack of books she was carrying from her own personal library to sit down next to Edmund’s body.

“It’s just Peter— and Susan— not to mention Lucy. Why is it always me! Why not y— them this time?! As if I can’t do anything like that. It's just I need time—“

“Eds! Edmund! Breath, please” she pleaded, concerned at the speed the words were coming out of his mouth. Edmund only remained quiet, his face flat on her bed. She sighed, standing up from her position, she — lightly — hit Edmund on the shoulder.

“Sit up!” she hissed.

Another hit.

“Sit up, you twat!”

The insult had the boy standing up in an instant, shooting daggers at the smile Y/N was playfully displaying. “Who’re you calling a twat?”. Edmund sounded offended, Y/N knew him too well that the question had an action behind it for her to fall for. “No one. Well… someone with the last name Pevensie…”

“Peter, then?”

“No,” she dismissed, shaking her head jokingly. “More like Edmund—“ she shrieked his name in surprise. He had been quick, reaching towards her in seconds — his long arms wrapped around her waist as his fingers dug to her sides.

“Edmund! Stop—“ she could barely get the words out, her laughs drowning the whole room. Edmund laughed at the attempt, tightening his hold. “I suggest you take back your words, my lady. Or you’ll be trapped forever!” Edmund announced between his own chuckles.

“Never!”

Their laughs only got louder. The sound escaping the room. Two fauns just happened to pass Y/N’s closed bedroom door, the two looking at each other knowingly. “I am really having a hard time believing that those two will always be best friends.” One said to the other.

“Hopefully, one of them will gain some courage. Who knows, maybe we’ll get Narnia’s first prince in three years' time.” The other replied.

The two laughed, knowing the prediction is highly unlikely — but not impossible.

Back inside, Edmund had stopped. His arms still around her waist as the two took a moment to catch their breaths. Y/N had rested her head against his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat instantly calming her down.

Edmund watched in adoration at Y/N allowing herself to rest against him. Despite knowing each other for more than a decade — maybe even more — he still doesn’t believe someone as delicate as the girl in front of him trusts him enough to do so.

Maybe in the future he’ll finally tell her what he found so unfair. Why his siblings would continuously pester him about his buried feelings when they too had them one way or another.

For now, having Y/N allow him to wrap his arms around her, it’s enough. Knowing she confides in him as he does to her, it’s enough.

Having her around, she’s enough.

thank you sm for reaching the end. i appreciate it a lot. feel free to tell me what you <3 constructive criticism is highly valued. also accepting prompts or requests atm. love u lots xoxo

[redskull199987]

A Brave Heart

Edmund Pevensie x female!reader Request

Word cohnt:1.4k

Warnings:none, Canon typical violence

Requested by: JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad

Summary: You're scared that Edmund might never be the same after he returns from the white Witch...

Masterlist

I sat down near the tent, trying to catch my breath. Learning how to handle a sword was not particularly easy, especially not when Peter was your teacher.

I breathed in deeply and took a sip of my water as I let my mind wander.

I looked up and saw Aslan and Edmund on the hill, the two of them had been talking a lot since we saved Edmund, but he somehow still wasn't the same as before.

I remembered the day we met at that train station, the war was full on going and we had to flee.

And even though, it was a day filled with awful events, having to leave my parents behind, it was still the best day of my life. Because I got to meet my best friends...the Pevensies. We were all sent to Professor Kirk's house, so we had to get along, even if we didn't want to.

I immediately became friends with Lucie, as she and I were the one's to discover Narnia.

"Hey, Earth to Y/N?"

I looked up perplexed as I saw none other than Lucie standing in front of me, smiling.

"How are you doing?", she asked and sat down beside me.

"Well...you know", I mumbled and looked back up at the hills. Aslan and Edmund were gone, "Your brother can be a pain in the ass"

Lucie chuckled and patted my shoulder:"Then why did you choose a sword!"

"I didn't choose it!?", I complained, "Santa Clause gave it to me. Try to say no to Santa Clause"

"Good point", Lucie smiled.

We started to calm down again as Lucie asked:"Have you tried talking to Ed yet?"

I looked down again:"You know, I can't Lu"

"But why!?", she asked perplexed.

"She's right", My head shot up, as I heard Peter's voice,"You should talk to him"

I sighed:"Peter... It's just, he's not the same"

"We know. That's why you need to try it", Lucie insisted.

"We...", Peter started, "We want him back too, and we think that you're the only one, who can bring him back"

"I-I'm not sure", I mumbled.

"Y/N", Peter said sternly, "Believe me, The way he looks at you... Or used to look at you. It's obvious"

Lucie nodded:"And remember, as he caught us sneaking out to Narnia. Where we had that snowball fight. The way he laughed, and the looks he kept giving you. Peter is right"

"Alright Alright", I muttered and got up, "Maybe you are right, but... What if you're not?"

"Y/N...", Lucie started, but I was already walking away, trying not to think about what they just told me.

I kept on walking and finally said down under a tree, near the river. I looked around, as my thoughts about Edmund seemed to corrupt my brain.

"You are thinking about him"

I jumped at the sudden voice next to me. It was Aslan. He looked at me with a smile before sitting down next to me.

"I am", I mumbled, as I knew that there was no point in hiding it from him.

"You know, you're friends are not exactly wrong", Aslan said calmly.

"I am afraid", I admitted.

"Only the one's with a brave heart will be rewarded, my dear",Aslan explained.

I sighed:"You're probably right"

"Do you know the old tale of the sleeping beauty?, Alslan asked and looked at me.

I raised my brow:" Y-yeah, but it's only a tale, isn't it? "

I only nodded at that, not knowing what to say.

"There is a grain of truth in every tale", Aslan smiled.

"The tale says that a kiss of true love can break curses"

"A-Are you trying to say that-", I stutterd.

"Y/N", Aslan said sternly, giving me a smile. He slowly stood up.

He turned to leave, but looked at me one last time:"I believe that you have a brave heart"

I smiled at the lion, knowing what he meant. I watched him leave, before getting up and trying to find Edmund. Peter's words kept echoing in my mind:' Believe me, the way he looks at you... "

I stumbled down the hill, as I finally spotted Edmund. He was sitting near the river. At the spot that I just left a few minutes ago.

"Edmund!?", I yelled, but he didn't respond.

I cautiously sat Down next to him.

"Edmund?", I asked again. Still no response.

I sighed and carefully reached out to touch his hand:"Ed?"

He suddenly looked up at me, face as pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"A-Are you alright?", I stutterd and carefully took his hand in mine.

"I-I am", he mumbled and eyed our intertwined hands,"What are you doing?"

He voice suddenly seemed cold, like he had realized something. He quickly got up and turned to leave.

"Edmund, wait!?", I yelled but he didn't listen. I jumped up and sprinted after him. I grabbed his hand again turning him Back towards me.

"Y/N!!", he yelled. I looked up into his eyes. Those beautiful bright blue eyes, now seemed dark and lifeless.

"Ed... Please", I mumbled and stepped closer to him.

Edmund looked at me confused, as I grasped his cheek,"Please Ed, come back to us...to me"

He was about to break away from me, as I quickly connected our lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but Edmund almost immediately froze, as my lips touched his.

I stepped back and watched as Edmund fell to his knees.

"Ed!?", I yelled and kneeled down in from of him, "Ed, are you alright!?"

He slowly looked back up at me. His eyes wild and confused, but back at their normal blue glimmer.

"Ed?", I asked again.

"Y/N?", he asked perplexed. I only smiled at him. He was back. Edmund was back.

"It's alright", I mumbled at pulled him into my arms.

"I'm so so sorry, Y/N", he mumbled into my shoulder.

"It's alright", I said again. All I cared about now, was that Edmund was back. And Aslan was right. A brave heart will be rewarded.

Bonus:

"Edmund? Edmund, where the hell are you?", I yelled, as I got up. I looked around, the battle was still going on. And the army of Narnians was fighting bravely against the white witch.

"Edmund!?", I yelled again. We were parted only a few minutes ago. I was attacked by too many dwarfs at once, not only loosing sight of Edmund, but also somehow loosing my sword.

I turned around, as my eyes widened. I saw Edmund in front of the White Witch. He was about to get stabbed.

I looked around, noticing my sword laying a few meters in front of them.

I started to sprint, as the Witch took a swing to stile Edmund down.

I reached my sword after a few seconds, grabbing the handle tightly and racing towards them. Just in time, I managed to slip in between the With And Edmund. I raised my sword to deflect her Wand , as it suddenly busted into a thousand tiny shards of glass.

Edmund and I were thrown backwards, as an Intense lighting erruped in front of us.

I felt Ed grabbing my shoulders and pulled me back against his chest, as Aslan appeared in front of us, Stricking down the witch.

I breathed in deeply. It was over. The White Whitch was dead. Narnia was saved.

"Are you alright?", Edmund asked and I turned around, nodding.

"I am", I mumbled.

"Thanks for saving me", Ed smiled. He slightly pecked my lips before the two of us got up. Arm in Arm, we trotted over to his siblings and Aslan. The whole bunch was smiling at us.

"We did it", I smiled.

"You did indeed", Aslan agreed, a proud smile on his face:"The bravest of them all"

[maremartinelli]

I WILL STAIN WITH YOU²

KingCaspian X Pevensie!Reader

summary: The Pilgrim's adventure ends, and everyone has to say goodbye to Ed and Lucy, as they have to return to their real world. But what about Y/n's heart, knowing that he will never see his brothers again??

Words: 1.2K+

Warnings: Lines from the film, mention of pregnancy, fights and bleeding. Aslan, and happy ending.

Author: Remembering that English is not my first language, I apologize for the spelling and scanning errors. I hope you have fun and wait for part 3. Hehehe

Part 1

MASTERLIST

The Dawn Treader's journey was total madness. It was Edmund and Caspian fighting due to the effect of the green mist, Eustace turning into a dragon, Lucy disappearing during one of the days they spent on the island, Y/n bleeding due to her pregnancy.

As said, total madness.

But with Aslan's grace, everything turned out well in the end and now it was time for some to leave. Maybe forever and for some a 'see you soon'.

Reepicheep was already gone. And as much as he wanted to stay to see the birth of his king's son, Caspian said his principles were more important.

Now, after Reep was gone. Aslan was only in the presence of Ed, Lucy, Eustace, Caspian and Y/n.

Everyone knew that the kings of old would have to leave again, but they still felt hope welling up deep inside.

"It's our last time here, isn't it?" Lucy asks, as she approached Aslan.

Y/n had her left arm behind her husband's shoulder, while Caspian had one hand around his wife.

"Yes. You've grown up, my dear" Aslan gets closer to the girl. "Just like Peter and Susan."

"Will you visit us in our world?" Lucy asks, as she strokes the lion's mane and Ed approaches his younger sister.

"I'll be watching you always."

"As?"

"In your world, I have another name. You should recognize me by it. That was the big reason you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here a little, you will be able to know me better there."

"Are we going to meet again?" Lucy asks almost in desperation.

Y/n, who was with her husband Caspian, wraps her other arm around him and sheds some tears.

"Yes, darling. Someday..."

Y/n suppressed a sob. Because she knew the same thing would happen to her and her younger brothers. Maybe she would never see them again, and that hurt her heart, because she and Caspian really wanted them around to live and grow with the baby that was about to be born.

With that, Aslan roars and the waves in front of them open into a portal.

Eustace, Lucy and Edmund approach Caspian and Y/n, who still had some tears falling.

"Y/n, the baby and you are the closest thing I've ever had to family" Caspian says, holding himself back from crying anymore.

Y/n smiles slightly, taking her arm away from him and crossing it across her chest. With the tears falling little by little now.

"...and that includes you, Eustace" Caspian smiles at the Pevensie cousin.

"Thank you" the blonde boy says smiling.

So, Edmund approaches Caspian and wraps him in a tight hug.

"Take good care of them" Ed murmurs and Caspian gets the message.

Meanwhile, Lucy was hugging her older sister, crying a lot and not wanting to be separated.

"I don't want to leave!!" Lucy cried a lot. "I want to stay here with you and Ed, I want to go back to Cair Paravel and see this baby born. I always wanted to be an aunt" she cried into Y/n's clothes.

And as the woman's hormones were unregulated, she cried a lot too.

With a lot of struggle, Ed managed to get Lucy out so he could hug his older sister too.

"I'm so happy for you" Ed says and hugs his sister. "Look at the person you've become!! A strong woman, warrior, queen and now mom. I've always been very proud of you" Ed says, crying too. "Like Lucy, I don't want to leave either, I wanted to stay here and live where I always wanted to. The world there is a mess, we don't see Mom and Dad anymore, and Peter and Susan have moved across the country." Edmund confesses, when he leaves the hug.

"I really wanted you to stay too" Y/n cries and hugs her brother again.

But he soon separates and looks at Aslan.

"Please make them stay" Y/n approaches the lion and looks at it with watery eyes, while making the request. "My heart hurts just imagining that I'll never see them again. It's enough Peter and Susan that I'll never see again. But please, neither will Ed and Lucy" Y/n cries while talking to the lion.

Caspian walks over to his wife and puts his hand on the woman's shoulder.

Edmund and Lucy were further away, but seeing the desperation of their older sister's request, they couldn't help but cry too.

"Well... there is another alternative" Aslan says, as he watched the large waves in front of them.

Y/n lifts her head and looks at him curiously. Meanwhile, the younger Pevensie brothers have grown closer to Aslan.

"If that's what Lucy and Edmund want too. They can stay, but know that they never returned to your old world."

Edmund and Lucy look at each other.

"But...but what about Peter, Susan and our parents?? What will they think when they find out that Ed and Lu disappeared??" Y/n asks.

"For your parents, it's as if you never existed. But for Peter and Susan, they know you chose to stay here, and the memories stayed in their minds until they took their last breath."

Y/n almost chokes.

"Does that mean my father and mother don't remember me anymore?"

Aslan nods.

"Yes. But Peter and Susan still remember you every day, and somehow they know you're better off here."

Y/n smiles slightly and clings to Caspian.

"I don't know if I can ask them to do that..."

"We were!!" Edmund appears behind the kings and Y/n turns around in confusion.

"Ed, did you hear what Aslan said?"

"Yes, and Lu and I want to stay. Things aren't going well there. Maybe here we can start over and be by your side. I know Peter and Susan will understand" Edmund stands in front of Aslan. "We want to stay!! For Narnia, for Aslan, and certainly to see our nephew or niece born" Ed says with love in the last words and turns to his older sister.

Y/n's eyes fill with tears and she smiles happily.

"Let's stay!!" Lu says smiling and Aslan agrees.

"If that's what you want. But know that you couldn't go back."

Edmund and Lucy nod in agreement.

"Well, I think I'll go back this time...I have a lot to learn there" Eustace says. "Well, I'll miss you guys, and I'm sorry for being a pain in the ass most of the time."

Edmund and Lucy laugh.

"Alright, we can leave this in the past"

Everyone says goodbye to Eustace and watches Aslan close the portal.

"Welcome back to Narnia" Aslan says before disappearing.

Y/n looks at her brothers and smiles.

"I love you so much" she hugs Ed and Lu.

"We love it too, Y/n" Edmund says.

"Now come on, come on. We have to go back to Cair Paravel to start tidying up the baby's room." Lu says and runs to the boat. "I'm really excited about this" she claps, which makes everyone laugh.

Caspian laughs and looks at his wife.

"This is going to be the biggest and best adventure of our lives"

Before heading to the boat, Caspian shares a soft kiss with Y/n and they both smile.

Author: Sorry for the delay, but college is taking a lot of time away from me. As much as I was born to live in Narnia and become Edmund's queen, Aslan never really called me...

[narcissisticmf]

just take a break | peter pevensie x fem!reader

description: peter utilizes all his time to prepare for the battle against miraz and his army, but y/n just wants to spend some time with him.

trigger warnings: sexual content, some angst, oral sex, unprotected sex, mentions of violence, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18.

word count: 1.6k

The skies of Narnia were slightly grey, glooming over Aslan's How. It was warm, but not too warm; nearing nightfall. You were comfortable as you sat in your shared tent with Peter, resting in bed for a few hours. You flipped through the pages in an old book, skimming over the words with your index finger.

Peter was standing over a small table in the corner of the room, dotting things on the map of Narnia. You listened to the sound of the quill pen engraving on the map was peaceful. A few candles were lit, making the room dim.

Releasing a soft breath, you closed your book and placed it onto the bedside table, slowly sitting against the edge of the mattress. You pushed yourself off the bed and walked towards Peter, examining the way his back muscles moved with his writing.

"You've been doing this for hours, Peter," You walked up behind him and snuck your arms around his torso. You chin rested against his shoulder as you looked over the map. He released a gentle snicker and kept his gaze on the map, adding more notes and sigils upon it.

"I'm King, darling," Peter replied, "If I don't do it, nobody will."

You slowly pulled yourself from behind him and stood at his side, gently brushing his hair from his eyes, "The High King of Narnia deserves a break."

"I have to finish this, Y/N," Peter looked towards you with a soft gaze.

"Peter, you're weary," You caressed his cheek, softly grazing your thumb beneath his eyes. Dark circles formed above his cheeks, under his deeply blue eyes. "If you're planning to fight Miraz and his army, you need to relax for a while," You brought your hand down, gently resting it against his chest.

Peter was distracted now, more focused on you than his battle plan. His lips parted as he placed the quill pen down, turning to face you with an intimidating gaze.

"Have you eaten today?" You questioned in a whisper.

Peter didn't respond and simply cupped your face with his hands and kissed you deeply. You fluttered your eyes closed and took in the sensual moment, gently gripping his wrists as he dragged his tongue along your bottom lip asking permission for entrance.

You released a gentle whine and parted your lips as a way to give him the ability to mold his lips with yours deeper than before. His lips moved in perfect sync with your own, as if Aslan himself crafted the two of you specifically for one another.

"Peter.." You whimpered and felt him pull back, smiling bashfully as his cheeks reddened. "Please don't start something you can't finish." The distance between the two of you ceased to exist as his chest was pressed against yours.

"Who's to say I can't?" Peter's lips curved into a smirk. You smiled gently and released a sweet laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as he dipped his head down to mold his lips against your own. It was as if time was stopping for just the two of you.

He lifted you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he led the two of you to the bed. You smiled into his kiss as he laid you down upon the soft mattress. He climbed into the bed and situated himself so that he'd comfortably lay down between your spread legs. Your back rested against the pillows as you cupped his face, letting your tongue battle with his for a few moments.

You felt him pull back as he begun to remove his blouse, overhead. You admired his chest with your dilated pupils. He begun to undo his belt, tossing it to the ground. You watched him remove each article of clothing with pure admiration. He'd kicked off his pants slowly, tossing them to the floor. You whimpered as you felt your arousal thicken between your legs as he removed his undergarments. His private hardened against his lower stomach, making you subconsciously move your tongue across your bottom lip to moisten the pink flesh.

"It's your turn, my lady," Peter smiled and leaned down to press his lips to yours quickly. You whined when he pulled back as you removed your dress, over your head. You tossed it onto the ground and let Peter assist in undoing your bra. His warm hands moved to your back as he unclasped the bralette, throwing it over his back into the growing pile of clothes.

You whined and felt the cool air hit your hardening nipples as you laid back against the pillows. You watched as Peter attached his wet lips to your neck, pressing warm kisses to your flesh. You breathed shakily and arched your back as he smiled against your skin. He moved his lips down between your breasts, over your stomach and across your hips. He used his teeth to gently gnaw at your underwear. You curled your toes and felt him bite down onto the waistline of them, pulling them down your legs with his teeth.

"Peter," You whispered through a moan, arching your back as he yanked them off, tossing them to the ground. You released a shaky breath as you looked down to notice him press his lips against your thighs, inching closer and closer towards your quivering core. He glanced up to you with a devilish, cocky glint in his eyes as his lips gently kissed the tip of your heat. You reached down to play with his hair as you subconsciously spread your legs a bit wider.

Your private glistened with slick arousal, causing a wet and sticky mess between your thighs. Peter wasted no more time and attached his lips to your core, using his tongue to slip between your folds. You arched your back and released an elongated moan, letting your fingers slip through his hair, gently tugging at the roots.

"Quiet, love," Peter warned against your core, enjoying the savory taste. You whined, pressing your lips together as a way to muffle the unholy noise from your throat. You curled your toes and felt Peter move his hands up to toy with your breasts. You whimpered and closed your eyes, leaning your head back to take in the beautiful, erotic feelings.

You sucked in a breath and felt Peter pull back, causing a cool temperature to overtake your core. You watched as he moved up closer to you, pressing his lips to yours. You wrapped you arms around his shoulders and felt ecstasy run through your veins. Your heartbeat quickened in pace as Peter gently grazed the tip of his private against your center. You whimpered into his mouth and felt your eyes tear at the wondrous feeling.

"Ready, love?" Peter mumbled into your mouth. You mumbled a quick 'yes' into the kiss and felt him sink in between your core. You released a moan into his kiss and slowly pulled back, feeling tears spill from the corners of your eyes. Peter released a breath and kissed your cheek, making an attempt to kiss away the tears. You felt him buck his hips inside you, making you release a quiet whimper. He swiftly motioned his hips in and out of you, creating a beautiful string of moans between your lips that sounded like a melody from an old song.

"You're doing so good, my lady," Peter whispered and continued motioning his hips back and forth, admiring how relaxed you felt against his shaft. You closed your eyes as admired the feeling as Peter rested his forehead against yours.

There was an immense amount of warmth that overwhelmed you as the tension in your stomach began to unravel. Peter looked into your eyes warmly and kissed the corner of your lips.

"You close, love?" He whispered shakily.

You nodded rapidly, unable to respond with words as Peter sucked in a breath and continued his motions in the same manner as he had been, admiring how good he was making you feel.

You whined softly and parted your lips, "I'm coming now, Peter.." You released a gentle moan and curled your tones as you felt your body release the tension that was being held for so long. You felt the sweat build along your neck as you arched your back and gripped onto Peter's rests as his hands were propping him up against the mattress.

"Sweetheart.." Peter released a moan as he felt you come undone and wasted no time in gently pulling out to release his climax against your stomach. You released a shaky breath and watched as he sighed gently.

You released a gentle laugh and watched as Peter smiled and reached for a towel along the bedside table. He took the soft cloth and gently wiped his release off of your stomach.

"Stay with me for a while, Peter," You whispered gently.

He smiled gently and tossed the towel against the ground, into the pile of clothes the two of you left and wrapped his arms around your naked body. You laughed softly and pulled the sheets over both you and Peter. You wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head against his chest, listening to his soft heartbeat.

"Thank you," You whispered gently and pressed your lips against his neck.

"Don't thank me for that," Peter gently caressed your cheek, lifting your chin so that you'd look up to him. "You were the one who distracted me, and that.. I thank you for," He smiled softly. Your lips formed a soft grin as you softly kissed his cheek, admiring how warm the two of you felt beneath the sheets.

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a/n: hi, my nasty little cuties!! i've been watching narnia again a lot recently and i love it so much. i thought about this mainly due to how peter is very strict with himself and the way he leads people, so i definitely think this would happen between him and y/n, you guys!!! so cute ;P anyway, thank you so much for reading, my dears! be safe and treat people with kindness. — angelina.