#peter pevensie fluff

[lightwing-s]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

pairing: peter pevensie x female! reader

requested: yes. summary: war times are complicated and feelings tent to get overwhelming. when jealousy hits peter, he doesn't know what to do, you don't know what to make of it, and you two end up... "confessing".

word count: 1,3k warnings: light swearing, battle themes, anxiousness

a/n: it was supposed to be a short blurb but i got excited.

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Hordes of narnians worked frantically on preparing weapons, armors and other supplies for the incoming battle against the telmarines. The sounds of metal hitting metal flooding the hollowed tunnels of Aslam’s How, giving Peter the eerie and anxious feeling he was growing unused to while in England, the one he always felt before a fight.

He had been looking for you, wanting to talk about battle plans, contingencies, numbers. Or just talk about anything at all. He needed to clear his mind, especially after what had just happened with Jadis and Caspian, after the failed battle at the telmarine’s castle and the growing tensions of a war. 

Truth is, he didn’t know if he could do it. He didn’t think he could win it this time, not in the state their army was, shrunken and weakened. Not without Aslam.

He needed to find you, talk to you. He needed you to tell him it would all be alright and you’d win this battle no matter what, like his mother did to soothe him down. Like you once used to back in your first time in Narnia.

“Have you seen Lady Yn?” He interrupted a faun’s work to question about your whereabouts, not managing to find you anywhere.

“I believe I saw her with Prince Caspian, your majesty.” the faun replied after standing from a bow.

With Caspian. Yet again.

You’d seemed to spend an awful amount of time with him lately, something Peter hadn’t imagined would piss him off so greatly as it did. Every time he’d come looking for you, or every time he spotted you around, somehow, Caspian would be by your side. Sometimes sharing laughs, others with your arms interlaced. It drove him furious.

He didn’t understand why you had to be around him so much. He wasn’t hurt or in need of help, he wasn’t your friend like he was. What was it you two talked about so much? And why was it that it drove him so insane to just think about?

Asking for instructions on where he’d last seen the two of you, Peter lets the faun return to his work, not managing to hide his unsatisfied look before heading out in your direction. Torch in hand, he followed through the empty and darkened tunnels until he found you and the prince sitting by the Stone Table, deep in conversation, so much so that you didn’t notice his presence at all.

He stood there, watching you two chat. Caspian’s arms moved everywhere in front of him while he explained something that had your eyes glued on him, an amused smile creeping to show up on your face.

His blood boiled. His face reddened, and it’s muscles curved into a frown. Spinning on his heels, he returned to where he came from. It wasn’t until you heard his heavy footsteps walking back into the tunnels that you noticed him, the torch fire reflecting on the walls and disappearing along with him.

Excusing yourself, you screamed his name and rushed after him, not understanding what was going on at all. The quick glimpse you had of his face showed you a displeased frown, leaving you worried something might have happened while you and Caspian discussed battle plans.

“Peter, wait!” you screamed after him, almost begging him to stop and talk to you. “What happened?”

“What happened?” he suddenly stopped and turned on his heel to face you. “Nothing happened, Yn.”

His anger ridden voice only confused you more, your head bobbing to the side to stare at him in deep thought. “Then why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset,” he argued. “It’s just that we’re preparing for a battle and you’re just hanging out with Caspian and…”

“That’s what this is about then?” you cut him mid sentence. “Me spending time with Caspian?”

“It’s not about you spending time with Caspian.” Peter rolled his eyes.

“Then what is it?”

“It's not… I-it’s…” he failed to come up with an explanation, opening and closing his mouth several times. “I’m just worried for my family’s and your safety, thinking of countless plans on how to keep everyone safe while you two are just chatting away.”

“Outrageous!” you exclaimed. “Peter, if me and Caspian are spending any time together is with this fucking battle in mind because you’re so damn stuck in your own head that you won’t listen to anybody!”

“I fucking always listen to you.!” he stated in return, moving forward towards you but you didn’t even flinch..

“Yes, but what about Caspian? Your own brother? They all care about this too, they all want to bring the Narnians to safety, not risk their lives again.”

“You know it wasn’t my fault.” he defended himself, clearly getting what you were hinting on.

“I know!” it was your turn to approach him. “I know you never intended to lose them like that, I was there with you remember, I saw it in your eyes.”

You could've sworn you felt a single tear escaping from your eye, but you weren’t sure and either way, you weren’t too attentive to it to care. “But you’re too stuck in your own head, too worried if you can or not do it to listen to people that actually believe and want to help you. And what was it with the White Witch?! What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” he let out quietly, you barely managed to hear. The space between you a mere inconvenience now, as you both neared each other as words spilled out of your mouths.

“And if you think that I don’t care about your safety too, you’re so wrong because I worry about it day and night. I can barely sleep thinking about your safety and if we’re going to make it out alive, because I know how impulsive and stubborn you can be, Peter, and I can’t even fathom the thought of losing you to Miraz a-and…”

Cupping your face in his larger hands, Peter ended the last bit of space between you by pulling you forward into a kiss.

At first, you didn’t know how to react, how to respond to it, simply staying put and letting his lips touch yours, too surprised by an action you’d never expected from Peter. Your Peter, the stubborn and annoying Peter that made you lose your mind constantly with crazy battle plans and insufferable jokes, now making you lose it with his lips in yours.

His warm breath hitting your cheeks and the soft caress of his thumb on your skin melting you into his embrace, returning the kiss with careful and passionate movements. Your hands tugged on his shirt bringing him, if possible, even closer.

Growing needier, hotter, more desperate, you continue your kiss without breaking for air. His lips dancing above yours, your breathing getting shorter and your chest speeding away. You felt the tip of his tongue sliding inside your mouth, touching yours in a sensation you’d never once felt before, but that you now felt desperately hungry for.

And just when you were about to return the action, stumbling steps and rolling stones broke you apart from each other.

“I-I…” Caspian tried to muster, sliding his back against the painted walls of the tunnels, feet rushing away from you two. “... Just need, erm, to be somewhere.”

Peter had pulled you closer, hiding you in his chest like a protector of your virtue, and you laid your face in it, smelling his strong and woody scent emanating from his skin. His hand rested carefully on your waist now, as he watched Caspian disappear into the shadows over his own shoulder.

“He really admires you.” you called back his attention, wrapping your arms around his torso in a comfortable embrace. “You should listen to his ideas.”

“I know,” he simply replied. “I will.”

And like that you stood for a few more minutes. Wrapped around each other, lullying to the sound of each other’s breaths. A brief moment of quiet, peace and solitude in the chaos that was battle prep.

A moment for you two, that Peter prayed with all his heart wouldn’t be the last.

[promptthebear]

Kissmas Day 2

Prompt: Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

A/N: Hey, so this is finally here. Clearly it ran away with me. Maybe someday I'll be able to write a fic without over a thousand words of worldbuilding but clearly this isn't it. Regardless, enjoy!

The invitation arrived the first week of spring, a crimson dyed scroll with fine golden inlay and marked with Aslan’s own seal.

“To all eligible children in this noble house,” it decreed “You have been cordially invited to celebrate the 23rd birthday of High King Peter the Magnificent. Those wishing to attend must make their intentions known by no later than the third moon of spring, so appropriate accommodations can be made for the masquerade feast and tourney to follow. Tribute by way of gifts is not mandatory but highly encouraged. Long live King Peter, and long live Aslan!”

You hooted with laughter as you read it, before passing the notice over to your mother and sister. The messenger eagle who brought it, one of the many talking beasts in King Peter’s command, looked on disapprovingly.

“He’s got some nerve, sending this after he’s spent the better part of his kinghood with Ettismoor under his boot.” You said, not even bothering to hide your disdain “As though a party is going to make that all just disappear”

You expected your family’s thoughts on the matter to be alike to your own, especially your mother given she’d lost a husband, two sons and twice as many nephews against Peter’s armies. That made it all the more shocking, however, when she picked up a quill and parchment to pen her own missive rather than chuck the scroll into the fire.

“You can’t be serious” you pleaded, looking over at your sister for support “Mother. Please. Don’t make us go.”

The sound of a quill scratching against paper was all that was offered by way of reply. You wanted to scream, to shatter the almost silence and startle your mother back into seeing sense. Surely, this was a ruse of some sort? She wasn’t writing a cordial reply, instead she was telling this so called king where he could shove his sword and good intentions, right? The alternative wasn’t even worth considering.

Seconds passed in agony as your mother continued to write. You looked over to your sister once again, silently imploring her to do something, anything. Your sister, two years your junior and much more placid in nature, only shrugged. With a frustrated sigh, you turned away and stared into the fire, sulking.

Finally, after what felt like hours, your mother rose from her chair and walked over to the windowsill where the messenger eagle was waiting. In her hand, you noticed a scroll of plain parchment sealed with the mark of your household in silver wax. You felt your breath leave your lungs, and you clutched at the chair beneath you as your head began to swim.

That was your father’s seal, only used for official communication between noble or royal houses. If your mother had rejected the King, as you had hoped, then she wouldn’t have bothered. But a formal seal meant a formal letter, which all but confirmed the worst. You were going.

“Mother” you sounded desperate, even to your own ears, yet your mother took no noticed.

You watched as your mother placed the scroll in the eagle's satchel, along with some sweetbreads from a nearby platter that she wrapped in linen napkins.

“For the journey” she said, giving your guest a small nod. The eagle nodded in return, before turning back towards the window and spreading its wings. With a few strong flaps, the creature was gone, disappearing into the snowy gloom beyond. It had said little while it was here, but the lack of its presence was felt all the more strongly in the chilly stillness that remained.

“Dearest” your mother said, finally acknowledging you as she took a seat in the chair across from your own “Please. Try to understand.”

It was your turn to be silent, refusing to even look your mother in the eye. Hurt bubbled in your chest, but you tried to shove it back, choosing instead to nurse your growing rage. If you dwelled on your sadness, even for a minute. you would break, you knew. You would reach for your mother, and cry against her breast like you had done as a child. Anger was what you needed now, hot, glowing ire you could build into thick walls against your mother and the rest of the world. No matter what happened, you would not let those walls come down. You would not let her in.

“Dearest” she said again, still trying to placate you “I have no choice. Nothing has gone right for us since your father died. There have been famines, droughts. What little we had in our treasury to begin with has long since been used up. Our people are starving and soon we will be living in a ruin. King Peter is of age to marry. It’s our last chance.”

Your father died because Peter’s soldiers had killed him. Nothing would ever change this fact. And yet your mother, damn her, wanted to sell you off to him like a prize sow at market. Yes, you could see the sense of it, the practicality, but that did not mean you would accept your fate gently either. As far as you were concerned, starving to death in the crumbling walls of the castle you once called home was a much better option to being that murderer's wife.

“Dearest?”

Your mother’s voice was soft, like a prayer, pleading. But they fell on deaf ears. She hadn’t listened to your cries for reason, so why should you listen to hers? You bit your tongue so hard you tasted blood, and the salty, metallic sensation shed any pity you may have once given the woman. This would be a fight to the bitter end.

“Fine. You can hate me for it, but you are going to that party, even if I have to drag you the whole way.”

You finally pulled your gaze away from your hands, and brought it to rest on your mother’s face. Her eyes, a near perfect mirror of your own, shone brightly with unshed tears, and her mouth was set in a thin line, much like yours did when that stubborn streak you shared took over. Though you refused to show it outwardly, in your heart you knew. Come hell or high water, you were going.

“Yes, mother.”

***

You arrived at Cair Paravel a little before sunset. As you and your sister disembarked from your carriage, you couldn’t help but be a little awestruck by the legendary castle.

It was a creation of shining marble and stained glass windows, every inch clearly built by generations of master craftspeople. There was nothing like this in Ettismoor. Everything there was made from the same rough, grey stone. Little concern was given about beauty or ornamentation, practicality coming first above all else.

The inside of the castle was just as large and adorned as the exterior. You were lead into the foyer by a faun dressed in red and gold livery, the already small creature made smaller still by the vaulted ceilings above.

After being escorted through a maze of hallways, each lined with plush rugs and detailed tapestries, you were brought to a small spare bedroom where you were left with your sister to ready for the feast.

Given the large number of guests in attendance, and the fact that your mother had long since dismissed most of your own household staff, there weren’t enough servants to go around. This meant you had to play maid for your sister, not that you particularly minded. It was almost like you were children again, giggling and discussing which hair ribbons to use.

For a moment, you forgot where you were, the walls of this strange castle and it’s unfamiliar noises and smells fading away as you focused intently on braiding and pinning back your sister’s dark curls. However, all too soon the task was done, and the beast that was duty lurked not too far off, ready to drag you downstairs come moonrise.

“You’re beautiful” you said, standing back to admire your efforts as your sister studied herself in the mirror. She had donned an embroidered gown of deep green, indicative of the pine forests that grew in abundance across Ettismoor, and a mask of green silk cut in the likeness of leaves so the wearer would resemble a dryad.

In contrast, your gown was a pale silver, almost white, meant to represent the many snow topped mountains of your homeland. Your mask was the only part of your ensemble that could in fact be called elegant, it was adorned with seed pearls stitched after the branched arms of a snowflake and dusted with bits of mica that shimmered faintly in the candlelight. You almost would’ve been pretty in it, though the illusion was spoiled by the scowl that had become a nearly permanent fixture on your face since you’d left Ettismoor.

“Smile, dearest.” your sister said, turning and playfully pinching at your cheek. You swatted her hand away and exaggerated the downturn of your mouth out of spite.

“I’ll smile when we leave. Are you ready for this farce?”

“As I’ll ever be. Though I wish you wouldn’t be like this. We never get to go to parties, the least you could do is try to enjoy it.”

“Mother said I had to go” you replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead and carefully adjust the edges of her mask one final time “She never said I had to like it.”

***

Loathe as you were to admit it, King Peter certainly knew how to throw a party.

The central ballroom had been impeccably decorated for the occasion, with no detail or expense spared. Over a dozen tables had been filled end to end with plates that held everything from more standard feasting fair like roast venison and rich cakes to exotic dishes from Calomore and Archenland that resembled elaborate sculptures rather than food.

Above, the ceiling was alight with candelabras, each one resembling the twining structure of tree roots with a cluster of glowing spheres on the end of each branch. These spheres, most likely magic in origin, were reflected a thousand times over against the faceted panes of the ceiling high windows and polished marble floors, making it appear as though the ballroom had been set upon by a flock of fallen stars.

All this splendour, however, was nothing in comparison to the guests. Never in your life had you seen so many colours, so may different styles of gowns and fabrics. Before you was every manner of creature that walked on two legs or more, magical and mortal alike. It was impossible to tell the real from the false among the masks and swirling dancers. Centaurs cavorted with fae, who quickly shed their wings to squeeze in at an already crowded feasting table. Mermaids were suddenly able to stand on their tails and walk over to greet giants, who shrunk as the stepped down from stilts and joined the rest of the party.

As beautiful as it was, you personally found the whole thing incredibly overwhelming.

You’d lost your sister in an instant, she’d been asked to dance by a young man with dark eyes that flashed mischievously behind a silver mask with a fox’s muzzle and ears. Nearly an hour later, she was still in his arms, oblivious to all else save the music and each other.

You’d watched them for a little while at first, mostly out of concern for your sister’s well-being, but when it eventually became evident that Mr. Fox was going to behave himself, you quickly grew bored. Left to your own devices and knowing not a soul in attendance save for your sister, you did what every lonely party goer does and sought out the nearest flagon of wine.

As expected, the King offered a wide and choice sampling of vintages. It wasn’t long before two glasses turned to three, then four, and you were nursing a fifth when you felt a touch at your elbow. You turned, ready to tell whoever it was to watch themselves with as much venom as polite society would allow when you were caught off guard by the bluest pair of eyes you’d ever seen.

“Good evening, my lady. Could I trouble you for your name and a dance?”

“I’m no one of consequence,” you replied, secretly impressed you’d managed to say all that without slurring “Who has no interest in dancing.”

“Pity. A friendly chat, then?”

You looked at this stranger sidelong, trying to puzzle out what the hell he was playing at. Those four and a half glasses of wine, however, were making puzzling a bit beyond you. That, and those blue eyes, winking at you like glimpses of the ocean from behind his mask.

“I suppose” you finally said, hoping he didn’t notice your staring and think you simple. “I have nothing better to do”

A vestige of your childhood etiquette lessons suddenly surfaced, and you extended your hand for the young man, expecting him to bow over it or perhaps even shake it. Instead, he leaned down, grasped your fingers in his own and brought your knuckles to his lips. You felt the tips of your ears go hot as the curls of his ginger beard tickled at your skin. It was all you could do to keep from jerking away, though that was to hide your embarrassment rather than in disgust.

“So, are you enjoying the party?” he asked, finally releasing your hand.

You studied your new companion closely, taking scarlet tunic marked with the royal crest, brown breeches and the easy grin peeking out from the roaring maw of his golden lion mask. He looked no different than any other of the couple dozen royal bannermen wandering around the ballroom, but your eyes narrowed in suspicion anyway.

“As much as one can.” you replied, your voice chilled as ice wine “Though I don’t particularly care for the host.”

“No? And here I thought King Peter was universally beloved for bringing about an era of peace.”

You made a very unladylike noise, somewhere between a derisive chuckle and a disgusted snort.

“Peace, yes, at the cost of half the men in Ettismoor, my father specifically.”

The mask made his expression hard to read, but you could’ve sworn you saw him go a few shades paler.

“I’m sorry. My father died fighting too.”

You couldn’t help but make a sympathetic noise in the back of your throat. This young man couldn’t be more than what, twenty and three? There was a pretty good chance he had been fighting alongside his father when he died, not a position you envied.

“You have my condolences. Which war was it?”

The question seemed to make him nervous, and he shrugged it off like one would an ill fitting coat.

“I don’t quite remember, I was only thirteen when it happened. Boys aren’t usually paying attention to those sorts of things.”

You were about to protest, Narnian history was one of your favourite areas of study and you had a feeling you’d be able to sniff out a lie with furthering questioning, when the floor suddenly seemed to buckle beneath you. That fifth glass of wine, which you were now coming to deeply regret. slipped from your grasp and fell to the floor with a mighty clang.

“Shit,” you muttered, bringing a hand up to rub at your aching temple and hide your face from curious stares. If it hadn’t been for your companion’s quick reflexes and his grip on your arm holding you up, you might’ve gone down with your goblet.

“Are you alright?” his voice sounded very far away, as though you were under water.

“I’m sorry.” you said, pointedly avoiding his concerned gaze “I must’ve had too much to drink.”

“You should sit down.”

You were guided to a nearby chair, which you all but fell into. While some waitstaff cleared away the mess, the young man grabbed a seat of his own and pulled it up next to yours. He was sitting much closer than was proper for strangers that you knew, but those blue eyes were still so beguiling you couldn’t bring yourself to mind.

“Have you had anything to eat recently? Or had a drink of water?”

You gave your head a small shake, too woozy for words. In a flash, the young man disappeared into the crowd, only to return a few moments later with a plate of black bread and a goblet of water in hand.

For the next half hour, you found yourself patient to the strangest nursemaid you’d ever seen. Under his care, you nibbled and sipped, and eventually the dizzy spell seemed to pass. During that time, you struck up a conversation again, discussing everything from your families and court gossip to politics and philosophy.

You were surprised to find that despite him being employed in the King’s army, you shared a lot of similar views. He thought Peter was trying to be a good King, but perhaps too quick to agree to his councillor’s calls for bloodshed. When you suggested reforming the council with members from each of the nation’s major townships and voting on matters of state rather than sorting them out with sword in hand, he responded warmly to the idea.

You weren’t used to having someone’s attention so utterly devoted to you, to have someone hanging off of your every word as though you were the only other person in the room. And loathe as you were to admit it, you were becoming equally entranced by him. The warm baritone of his laugh, the way he smiled so easily, the sandy locks that curled at the edge of his jaw and the way he’d bring his hand to rest on your knee when you said something that pleased him, it all fascinated you. Where you came from, there was little to smile about, and even less reason for laughing. What would it be like? To be with someone who seemed to radiate warmth and joy in every breath?

You were about to reconsider his offer for a dance, when you were interrupted by a young woman in a scarlet dress and gold mask that resembled a bear. Your first instinct was to be jealous, if the two of them wore matching colours that certainly implied a closeness. However, you quickly realized how wrong your assumptions were when she spoke.

“Peter, wherever have you been? We’ve been waiting for ages for you to come and open your presents.”

You felt like you were going to faint again. It wasn’t possible. The mask, the simple clothing, you had just assumed…impossible, surely.

The young man looked between the two of you as though he was a rabbit choosing between a snare and the open maw of a wolf. Apparently, less impossible than you thought.

“I’m sorry.” he said, reaching to grasp your hand “I’ve got to go. I…I’m sure you’ll want an explanation and I promise you’ll have one, but tomorrow. You’re staying for the tourney, aren’t you?”

You nodded, dumbly.

“Good. I’ll be riding in the lists, come watch me joust and we can meet at my pavilion after.”

[wrenwreads]

piano keys

music brings two people even closer together

pairing/s: peter pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of heavy rain, and my shitty attempt at someone playing the piano and them teaching as well (i don't play piano lmao 😭)

genre: arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this one's longer than normal (especially for my writing). i also thought i'd switch things up a bit and write for our dear peter. might write a second part as well, not sure yet.

The wedding had been beautiful.

That was one thing for sure. Susan had outdone herself once again with the festivities.

If only it wasn’t just for the sake of alliance, Y/N would have had appreciated it more. She had been stuck in her own mind for that half of the day — thinking of anything - everything - she could have done differently.

She did find herself lucky to be married to Peter.

King Peter the Magnificent.

Ever so respectful Peter.

Peter with his heart so big.

Golden boy Peter.

She had been reluctant. But after one meet up with the King and his first few words to her being “You don’t have to say yes. As much I would love to have this alliance, I respect your boundaries more.”

She had to give him a chance.

That was 4 months ago, the wedding being 3.

So far, their relationship had been nothing but respect and patience. Despite the rings on their fingers and the ink on paper, the two only really saw each other as acquaintances — or so they thought.

It had been pouring down all day in Narnia. Peter didn’t have a choice but to seize all work for the day, after all, Narnia wouldn’t function if its people were out making themselves sick.

The atmosphere had been nothing but relaxed, enhanced by the large drops on rain outside.

The 4 siblings had cooped themselves in the sitting room. Peter sat on a big arm chair reading a book, the story had gone boring 2 chapters ago.

Suddenly, soft notes of a piano started echoing around the room.

Peter looked up from his book, skeptical eyes scanning his sibling’s faces. “Do you guys hear that?” he asked. Lucy hummed, too concentrated on forming a puzzle she swore she’ll finish by the end of the day. Edmund just grunted, eyes not leaving the book he was reading. “Of course we do. We’re not deaf, Peter,” Susan had answered, although it was not the tone Peter was hoping for. He rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the chair. Book forgotten and his palms on his things. “Are you guys — not confused over the fact that there’s a piano playing?” he said, question laced with interrogation.

He’s so confused. Why are they treating this like some everyday thing?

Lucy rolled his eyes, finally looking up from his book. Her loud sigh caught Peter’s attention. He kept quiet, eyes looking at her to elaborate. “It’s Y/N of course.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that.” Edmund remarked.

The blank looks his siblings gave him after Peter confessed that — yes, he did in fact not know that his supposed wife played the piano — had annoyed him, he had to excuse himself out of the room.

His mind went rollercoaster, scenario after scenario in his head on why Y/N wouldn’t tell him that she played the piano.

He was too lost in his own world that he didn’t realise he had walked in the music room. The soft call of his name bringing him back.

“Peter? Are you alright?”

Y/N stood in front him, eyes wide in worry. His heart started doing palpitations and he swears his knees are going weak. When they first met, Peter couldn’t help but think that she’s really pretty. He means really really pretty. In fact, he almost called off the whole deal. He couldn't let someone's beauty go to waste just for an arranged marriage. He had appreciated hers (until now), he just didn't know if the appreciation was mutual.

It was only after the two started to get to know each other that Peter thought it wouldn't be too bad.

Her warm hand had made its way on to his arm, squeezing it lightly. "Pete?".

Y/N watched as Peter finally snapped out of his thoughts, blinking rapidly. She laughed quietly, bringing her hand back to her side. Once she deemed Peter conscious enough, she asked again. "Are you alright?". The man nodded, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "I— uh— heard!"

She looked at him skeptically.

"The piano, I mean. You were playing," he finally managed to get out, gesturing his arms towards the large equipment. He had mentally slapped himself a million times already. Peter thought he had the skills in him, but apparently not. For he was a stuttering mess in front of his queen.

She didn't seem to mind. Y/N only laughed, walking towards the piano once again.

Peter suddenly remembered what he came to see her for and followed, standing behind her. He watched as she delicately placed her fingers on the keys. She began playing an unknown tune, but Peter was still enthralled. The way her back was straight and her arms relaxed, her eyes darting from one side of the instrument to the other.

He stayed quiet, listening to Y/N play until the sound slowed down and she reached the end. He couldn't help but bring his palms together, his applauds replacing the sound of the piano. "You don't have to do that," she whispered, using her hands to lower Peter's to stop him.

"But why?," he whined, Y/N swore his eyes were going to burst out of their sockets. "I didn't even know you played piano. Y/N that was wonderful."

Y/N looked into his eyes, nothing but adoration swirling around. She could feel herself melt away but tried not to. She bashfully looks away, clearing her throat, finding words to reply to Peter's compliments. "You— uh, were away when... I started playing again.

Dad had taught me how to since I was 5. It was one thing we did together.

I hadn't done it since..."

Peter pursed his lips. He knew what she was talking about. There was always the ugly side of marriages between two kingdoms. The wife stays with the family of the husband.

"Do you know how to play?"

Peter shook his head. He felt his breath cut short at the smile Y/N sent to him. She scoots to the side, leaving room on the bench. She pats it gently, and Peter sat down.

“Let me teach you something easy.”

He sat still as Y/N took his fingers on to her hands and delicately places them on the keys. His mind once again pausing. “Stop being so tense”, she giggles, looking at him. “I’m not,” he denies.

“You so are! Just relax. It’s only me.”

It’s only me.

Yes, and you’re like really beautiful.

He thought.

He finally managed to relax himself.

Y/N taught him a few notes on the keys, occasionally guiding his fingers with her own.

She had managed to teach him an intro of a song he still doesn’t know. It was getting difficult for both of them to focus when Peter would just laugh at his mistakes, making Y/N laugh or when the other just silently giggles, affecting the other.

“What song is this by the way?” He asked as he played the intro himself. “It’s the kingdom’s theme song. Anthem, if you will. It’s usually one we teach children,” she explained.

Peter stopped, a comedic scoff escaping his lips. He looks at Y/N in bewilderment. “You’re telling me I’m playing something meant for children?”

She laughs. “More like for beginners.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he chuckled.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon playing the instrument and by supper, Peter had almost learned the whole thing.

“I assume that was Peter playing the horrendous noise,” Edmund had teased when they entered the dining room.

Peter could only smack his brother at the back of his head.

“Well, he’s learning. That’s for sure,” Y/N reassured, taking her seat.

The look the two gave each other didn’t go unignored by Lucy, Susan, and Edmund. The three chose to ignore it for now, letting the two discover it on their own.

thanks for reaching the end. once again, my requests and questions are open — feel free to ask. also, my edmund x reader series is gaining shape. i might post a teaser or blurb soon. xoxo

[pvvnsies]

surface level (p. pevensie)

summary: after saving lucy from drowning and scaring Peter, true feelings finally reach the surface level.

wc: 1.0k

content: almost drowning(ish), confession(ish), fluff

a/n: HEY. i’ve had this idea for ages but i was scared u guys would find it stupid but yolo i guess... i kinda made the river a little more dangerous to add dramatic affect yeaah i hope u enjoy baes

The current is stronger than you anticipated, your abdomen burning with the effort of clinging to Peter’s side. He's breathing heavily beside you, muscles flexing as his grip on the sword tightens. Lucy is to your left, a hand gripped in the fur of your coat and one secured around your wrist as the river hurries you along.

Saltwater licks your cheeks and stings your eyes, but you still manage a triumphant smile. You were safe, for now at least, all thanks to Peter. He glances in your direction, his smiling lips a slight tinge of blue. He was certainly no longer your childhood best friend from Finchley that you had originally fallen for. The quiet, awkward boy, who was prematurely forced into the role of his siblings father is gone, replaced with somebody stronger.  

The glory of victory is short lived as you feel Lucy's grip on your wrist loosen, turning around just in time to see her get swept away in the river. A gasp falls through your cracked lips, earning a mouthful of saltwater as you let go of peter.

The current swirls you in all directions, filling your lungs with water. You cough and sputter, tears filling your eyes as the salt attacks them. You spot Lucy a little further up the stream, and begin swimming in her direction. She manages to keep herself above the water, heaving coughs sputtering into the water as she swam toward the bank.

“Lucy!” you call, your voice raw in your throat. “Hang on, I’m coming.”

“Y/n!” she calls back, struggling to keep her head surfaced.

Lucy clings to her side as you reach her, her breathing laboured as you begin to swim to the shore, feeling her shiver against your side. Fatigue settles in your bones and pushes the air from your lungs, you didn’t know how much longer it would be before the water froze your limbs, and leave the two of you stranded in the water. 

You pick up your pace, grunting as you swim against the tide. Relief flutters in your stomach as you reach the icy riverside, the current seeming to calm. Lucy detaches from your side and begins to climb up onto the bank. You allow a moment to catch your breath before you hoist yourself up beside her.

“Alright?” Lucy asks, helping me up to my feet. 

“Alright,” you confirm. “You?”

“Alright,” she grins. “You saved me.”

“Of course, Lu” you say softly, still chasing after lost breath. “We should go find the others, and your coat. You’re freezing.”

The two of you trudge back through the snow, holding your arms against your chests to conserve as much warmth as you can. Just up ahead, you can see Peter and Susan staring out into the water, looking rather stricken. You quickly realise that they probably think you’ve been taken by the river.

“Has anybody seen my coat?” Lucy calls, shivering.

“Lucy!” Peter calls incredulously, shoulders slumping in relief. He races over to Lucy, falling to his knees to pull her into a tight hug. “Are you okay? where’s Y/n?”  

“I'm coming,” you announce.

“Y/n,” Peter says softly, looking up at you as you made your slow approach. “I thought you drowned.”

Peter climbs back to his feet, almost stumbling over them as he walks toward you. Something swarms in your stomach as he takes your hands, cupping his over them to preserve heat. His touch alone, however, could light up every inch of you.

“Don’t do that again,” he pleads, shaking his head and staring at you with a fear you didn’t recognise. 

“What? Save your sister from drowning?” you laugh, desperately trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. 

“No,” he chuckles. “Don’t scare me. I don't feel like losing you any time soon.”

Peter’s hands have a slight tremor as he raises them to your face, clearing your forehead of the soaked hair clinging to your skin. You inhale deeply as his gentle eyes meet yours, a chill curling around your spin as his thumb brushes the water from your cheek. Peter’s pale eyes catch the sunlight as they linger on your lips. 

He appears conflicted. Unsure on what to do. The world falls away.

You grin as you lock your hands behind his neck and pull him toward you, welcoming the softness of his lips on yours. His hands instantly find your hips, holding you close against his body to deepen the kiss. If he hadn’t been holding you firmly, you’re certain that you would have fallen and melted into the snow. 

The world returns as you break away, staring at each other with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. There were many ways that you had imagined your first kiss with Peter, and this certainly hadn’t even been considered. 

Your moment is quickly stolen, however, when you look over Peter’s shoulder to see two very smug looking sisters. Peter realises this too, and releases you from his grip much to your chagrin. 

“Well, about time,” Susan beams, unable to conceal her amusement. 

There’s an awkward pause, filled by Lucy’s gentle giggle and the Beaver’s joint gushing. Not bearing the attention, you clear your throat, “We should get going.”

“Yeah,” Peter says sheepishly. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Can we do something about my coat?” Lucy whines, already relieving some of the embarrassment. 

“I don’t think you’ll be needing that coat anymore,” Mrs Beaver exclaims, pointing to a group of trees beginning to thaw. 

Susan and Lucy break out into gasps of wonderment as they tilt their heads to the sky, examining the blossoming of colour. The White Witch’s curse is beginning to weaken, and your odds of winning Edmund back were beginning to strengthen.

A warm tug of your hand pulls you from your thoughts, and you glance up at an already grinning Peter. He slips his fingers into yours, reslishing in the way they seem to fit together perfectly. The two of you begin following the rest of the group, trying to comprehend that Peter actually liked you back. All it took was almost dying for the feelings to finally reach the surface level. 

[chrisili]

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊?

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend starts acting super odd and after a little incident at the train station you actually understand why.

Warnings: Spoilers if you haven’t seen the first and second movie, lots of arguing

Genre: friends to enemies to lovers? Angst? Fluff

Word count: 2,8 k

A.N.: Eh so, I actually thought this story further, like a lot but I don’t know if the rest is worth writing/reading so IF you think this needs another part eh, tell me? But again heads up, no idea if it is worth the time. THANKS FOR READING THIS ANYWAYS!

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Peter hugged his beloved mother one last time. “Promise me you’ll look after the others,” she said. “I will mum,” he said with a thin voice, eyes shut tight. She loses herself from the hug, smiles at him and nods, “good man.” After having said goodbye to the other three children too, she looked at them all, “alright, off you go.”

Peter and the others grabbed their luggages and started to walk closer to the train they are supposed to go in to. “Peter! Peter!” A small voice cried out, the oldest sibling looked into the direction where the voice was coming from, it was Y/N. Y/N was Peters childhood bestfriend, they went the same way to school everyday, although going to different schools because of their genders. They lived close to each other, played outside a lot and spent their times studying together (Sometimes, because both of them were not very keen on studying anyways).

Y/N stood there with her four brothers, waiting to go into the train too. Peter smiled seeing her as she hurries over, he waves shyly trying to walk up to her. “Peter, what are you doing?” Asked his sister Susan while grabbing his arm. “Just a second, really.” He replied, giving Susan his luggage so she could put it in already. She looked at him annoyed but took it anyways.

Peter and Y/N now stood in front of each other, slightly shouting because of all the noise. “Where are you going?” She asked right away leaning in a little so he would understand better. “Some kind of professor, it’s gonna be boring really.” He said slightly chuckling. “How about you?” “A cook I think, we will probably help out in the kitchen a lot but it’s okay.” Y/N said smiling.

“Y/N come on!” John, one of her younger brothers yelled from the back. She turned around, “Yes I am coming!” She yelled back annoyed. She turned back to Peter and smiled sadly at him. “I hope you will be safe Peter, I am gonna miss you.” He was close to tears for he felt the same thing about her. When she saw that he was trying not to cry in front of her she exclaimed, “Oh Peter!” Hugging him tight with her eyes shut and tears at the corners. He hugged her back tightly, wrapping his arms around her back and crying dryly into her shoulder.

“Y/N COME ON!”

“PETER! HURRY UP!”

They both stopped hugging each other and with one last smile they both ran back to their families. You may be wondering, if they are both going into the same train, why wouldn’t they just say goodbye then? This was not possible due to the fact that the train didn’t have any walkable connections between the wagons. So, both were sitting in different wagons and off the families went. Y/N and her four younger brothers traveled to the mentioned cook and Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy to said Professor. Peters story you obviously know about already, Y/N arrived at a small house with no garden and no play space. They had to help in the kitchen, wash the dishes but keep quiet and under no circumstances touch. The. Food. All five of them in the kitchen, you can imagine it was a little crowded and plates sometimes fell to the ground, shattering with a high pitched sound, with the one dropping it being punished badly.

Y/Ns brothers were all younger than her. John the second oldest being only one year younger than her, 17. Oliver, the middle child, 15. Finn, 12 and the youngest Harry, 10. It was very scary for all of them but it was the scariest for Y/N, taking care of four pubescent boys looks hard already but is worse doing it.

Let’s skip time a little here, after a couple of weeks they all came back to their homes. Obviously having got to go back to school. Y/N was very happy seeing her friend again and of course the other siblings too but somehow Peter had changed over his time at the professor, he seemed more mature and even angrier, prouder and overconfident. I, of course know why he suddenly behaved so strangely having lived in Narnia for the last 15 years but Y/N didn’t and there was no one to tell her. With Peter starting getting into fights, Y/N was kind of scared of him, where was her sweet and funny Peter all of a sudden? They, naturally, grew kind of distant. They still saw each other every morning or on the streets and greeted each other, maybe smiled shortly and then continued their way.

Peter regret deeply where their relationship headed but he couldn’t have told her, she wouldn’t believe him anyways and she would think he was crazy (which she already did to be honest).

Let’s skip a little more to one fine morning, or fight morning. Y/N was close to the train station she had been using for the last years, looking at newspapers and thinking about getting some candy (which she could hardly afford but the thought was still nice). Being caught up in her dreams she only noticed her brother Oliver running up to her when he was already in front of her panting. At first she couldn’t understand what he was saying because of all the huffing but then she did, “John, he is fighting! You have to do something, the other boys are way bigger than he is!” Without having fully registered what her brother had said she was already dragged down the station. Oliver could of course, like Edmund did, help his brother too but he was a very gentle and calm soul and had no interest in fist fights.

Running down the stairs Y/N saw a lot of people in front of her blocking the view. But after some tip toeing she saw her brother, Edmund and Peter fighting against a bunch of older boys. Thankfully a police officer tore them apart and Y/N squeezed her way down to her brother. After John was done talking to the officer, Oliver and Y/N walked up to him, not very far from the other two troublemakers (Edmund and Peter) sitting on chairs by the wall.

“What on earth is wrong with you?!” Y/N exclaimed while hitting her brother with the newspaper on his head. He rubbed his head slightly, still full of adrenaline and anger from the former fight. “Nothing is bloody wrong with me! These guys attacked Peter and I helped him, that’s it.” Hearing Peters name made her slightly angry, she glanced over to Peter who was still sitting in his chair, his blonde hair slightly over his face, looking back at her. She immediately looked back at her brother with an angry face.

“It was Peters fight then, not yours!” She said in a loud voice.

“So what? Edmund helped too!” John replied with an even louder voice, almost screaming.

“That doesn’t matter at all! Edmund is Peters brother, you aren’t!” She yelled at him.

“I wish I was!” Yelled John back, almost running away with fury.

Oliver looked back and forth between his two siblings, unsure what to do but when John hurried away, he looked at Y/N and she just nodded saying he should go with him. Y/N sighed heavily looking to the ground, she picked up her suitcase and walked away too.

“Y/N!” Peter yelled from behind, now standing hoping she would stop. She did. She also turned around slightly and looked at her former best friend, she was annoyed. “What?” She said almost rolling her eyes at him. He walked closer now with small steps, almost like approaching a deer. Y/N turned around fully now, facing Peter with her heavy suitcase in her left hand and the newspaper in her right one. “I am sorry okay? I didn’t want him to fight on my behalf either, I would have told him to leave but that’s not really possible while being kicked in the face.” He said trying to smile a little at the end.

“Not hard enough…” she mumbled.

“What was that?” He asked not having fully understood her.

She just shook her head and looked into his eyes and for the first time in a year she realized how much he had actually changed. His face and especially his jaw was a lot sharper, his face was slightly longer and had matured a lot. His blonde hair was longer and it looked gorgeous on him. Having noticed how handsome he actually was she started to blush slightly, then she shook her head again trying to free herself out of his trance. The other three siblings thought about interfering but they were too amused by the drama.

“I said not hard enough! It doesn’t matter if you wanted him to be with you or not, if you hadn’t picked up a fight in the first place, he would have not been involved!” Y/N said with a firm voice, she knew her argument hardly made sense but she was angry and she hated Peters beautiful hair. He looked at her stunned, “didn’t you hear what John said? They attacked me first!”

“And god forbid you’d just walk away!” She said with the same amount of anger as Peter did.

“I shouldn’t have to!” He said trying to stay calm.

“You know what Peter, do whatever you want, I don’t care. I really don’t but at least don’t stop me, then try to apologize to me and then be angry at me anyways! Because I am done with this! Ow.” She said while turning around having felt that someone or something had pinched her. Peter looked at her confused, not even a second later Lucy felt the same thing and yelled at Susan, “OW!”

“Quiet, Lu.” Susan said calmly, looking at her sister.

“Something pinched me!” Said Lucy back, pointing at the wall.

“Hey! Stop pulling!” Exclaimed Peter turning to Edmund as he had suddenly felt the same thing, Edmund raised his hands a little in defense, “I am not touching you.”

Y/N looked at them confused and a second later the wind in the train station seemed to pick up immensely. Papers flew around, the light started to flicker and all of their hairs and clothes blowing around.

“It feels like magic.” Lucy said excited looking at Susan.

“Quick, everyone hold hands.” Said Susan after grabbing Lucy’s and Y/N’s hand. Y/N thought this was a bit silly and she didn’t want to hold Peter’s hand but she did it anyways. Edmund having a very similar feeling to Y/N just yelled, “I’m not holding your hand,” at Peter. “Just…” Peter blurred out and grabbed his brothers hand while feeling slightly warm because of Y/N’s hand in his left hand.

The five of them stood there in the train station and in the next moment they were on the beach. A beautiful white beach with the bluest water Y/N had ever seen, the other four just started to undress and run into the water laughing. Y/N didn’t pay too much attention to them, she just looked around the scenery not understanding in the slightest where she was or what just happened. When Peter looked at Y/N he walked over to her, sand on his bare feet and his shirt wet.

“You like it?” He asked her smiling from behind, he was just so incredibly happy to be back so that he barely noticed Y/Ns shocked face. She didn’t turn around, she just looked up the mountain to Cair Paravel or anyways what was left of it. “That’s not- I don’t- Where are we and why are you not freaked out, like at all?” Peter came closer standing beside her looking up to Cair Paravel too. “Because we’ve been here before.”

Later they explained everything to her, about them being kings and queens, about the white witch, Aslan, Tummnus, the beavers, the 100 years lasting winter, the wardrobe, the professor and everything else not leaving one single detail out of the story. Y/N was clearly confused and had to think about all the information she just gathered.

Peters thoughts were right, if Y/N hadn’t been magically ported to Narnia herself she would have not believed a single word but now she actually considered it.

Even later they had realized that the ruins they currently walked in had been their old castle, Cair Paravel. They found old chests and Y/N slowly understood why Peter had been so different over the last year. That night, all five of them tried to sleep in the castle ruins but Peter, he was sitting by the edge of the mountain, his legs close to his body and his head resting on his knees.

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“You know, you should really sit back a little, you might fall down.” Y/N said appearing behind Peter and sitting beside him, only a little further from the edge. He smiled at her a little tired and then kept looking straight forward into the night sky.

“I am sorry.” He said not looking at her.

“And?”

“And nothing.”

“No angry remark or anything?” She asked him extra dramatic as a joke.

He just scoffs, “stop it, I am not nearly as aggressive as you claim me to be.”

Y/N just slightly laughs. “True… I am sorry too. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did.”

“You had every right. You didn’t know, I should have been the one to tell you instead of just going around and acting like a king.”

“Yeah about that, am I supposed to call you ‘your majesty’ now?” Y/N said slightly laughing and Peter joined her. “I would be delighted if the beautiful lady Y/L/N just called me by my regular name.” He said in a jokingly kingly tone and they laughed again.

“Beautiful huh?” She said nudging his arm slightly with hers and he smiled at her nodding.

“Certainly, lady Y/L/N you must be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” He said bravely as the high king he is but Y/N got slightly flustered and turned her face to the front, away from Peter.

“Well you’re not the only one with good eyesight. Earlier at the train station… I thought you looked really handsome. I must have been too caught up in my own world to notice how handsome you’ve gotten in the past year.” That said he looked at her a little stunned and she quickly added, “not that you weren’t handsome before! It’s just I haven’t seen you in a while, at least not really and I was just surprised and why aren’t you stopping me?” She whined while rambling on and on.

Peter smiled at her again, “I appreciate it. I- I- Can I- Can I… kiss you?”

He said all of a sudden which may seems weird to you but you have to understand that both of them were in the most beautiful setting in the whole universe. The stars being much brighter in Narnia in the sky with the clearest beach in front of them on a little mountain, a slight breeze rushing through their hair. Having just reconnected with your best friend you had liked in a romantic way for forever, you would feel very similar to what they felt, happy.

Y/N just bit her lip, not in an erotic way. It looked more like a smiling donkey, she was just as happy and overwhelmed with feelings as he was and she nod her head up and down while smiling still. He touched her left cheek so softly that he almost didn’t feel it at all, then he leaned into her also smiling and they kissed each other, eyes closed and heads slightly tilted. It was a short but intense kiss for none of them had ever felt so safe in their entire life. Their foreheads rested against each other and with their eyes still closed they both laughed into the night.

[sweetpandorabox]

Peter Pevensie as a Boyfriend ⚔️🛡️

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this incredibly attractive, loyal protector and brave older Pevensie sibling could include:

👑👱🏻‍♂️🏰

He's really protective of you and often expresses how much he loves and cares for you, so much so that if anyone even tries to come close to hurting you by words or physically he won't hesitate to eliminate them.

He's quite a gentleman and believes that he has to take care of all the ladies in his life including his Mother, Susan, Lucy, and especially you. He would offer his arm when the two of you are waking together, he would bow to you when he greets you and he never lets you carry anything, Peter has that timeless chivalry personality about him.

Sword fighting lessons with him only for it to turn into an extremally spicy make-out session after, because of the build-up of sexual tension over time and the fact that he always wins with him pinning you down on the floor without even trying.

You are the only one that can calm him down after he blows up after fighting with his sibling or is stressing out about ruling Narnia.

He would see you falling asleep nearby the entrance of the castle waiting for him to return from a patrol ride around Narnia which he finds to be the most precious thing, then he'll pick you up in his arm and carry you to sleep in his bedroom and not your own one.

He calls you cute nicknames like Darling, Pretty, Lovely, or Princess.

Likes when you call him Pete, Darling, Sugar, or Your Highness (He likes when you call him that because it sounds so seductive coming from your mouth).

His love language is probably Acts of Services, sure he loves a good PDA once in a while and all the things you both did together as a date, but he's a natural server and protector. He shows his love by protecting you, making sure you're fed well and healthy, or the little things like helping you take off your gown, brushing your hair for you, or helping bathe you.

Ask for your input before making a big decision because he trusts you and relies on you for support especially if he has to debate it with his siblings first.

Horseback riding around the beach in Cair Paravel to watch the sunset, but the both of you would ride and share one horse with you sitting and wrapping your arm around his torso, while he leads the horse.

Whenever he sees you doing something and looks about busy he comes up behind you, and turns you to face him by spinning you around by the waist before caressing your cheek softly and then pulling you into a sweet yet passionate kiss.

He requests you specifically when he's hurt/injured after a battle or some tough fight training days to take care of him, like cleaning his wounds, being there to kiss him, holding his hand to lessen the pain, or performing some oral sex on him if he's in the mood (😏) instead of choosing his other loyal servants.

The two of you are always smiling around each other before it erupts into a fit of laughter out of nowhere ending up with you and Pete on the floor dying.

Lucy and Edmund would catch the both of you kissing or showing PDA somewhere then they'd look at each other and get grossed out saying "Eww" or "Get a room you two, there's a billion inside this castle", then you and Pete would somehow share the same mindset and start teasing them by kissing even more, or exaggerating the PDA until both Lucy and Edmund can't take anymore and run off, giving you and Pete a good laugh after.

When it comes to sex he's very gentle with you making sure to put you first before himself, despite how much you drive him crazy with lust because of how attractive you are to him, so it's mostly slow, passionate sex but he does love giving you a good hickey mark all over your neck and chest area or when you give him a bit of ear play to get him turned on.

He's actually quite funny intentionally most of the time and can be quite sassy as well which you find hilarious especially when he's annoyed, hungry, or frustrated.

Let's you wear and steal his white long-sleeve tunic for bed instead of proper pajamas because it looks adorable on you and fits slightly larger.

He falls for your cute puppy eyes every time, even if he says no multiple times or refuses your request at this moment it always works and he always says "Oh come on don't do this to me Darling" but then you'd plead and he would sigh before smiling and boom he says yes.

He never goes to sleep without solving a fight and he wouldn't let you sleep either until the both of you have a makeup kiss.

He doesn't seem to be the jealous type on the inside because he hides it so well from you, but when he sees someone staring at you for more than 5 seconds he rolls his eyes and kisses you out of nowhere.

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[vinnieswife]

She’s not you

Peter Pevensie x fem! reader

words: 1,8 k

warnings: smut!, fingering, oral (fem!receiving)

Peter was lying on the sofa in his flat, spending the evening watching the new Hobbit trilogy, when he heard the door open and close again.

You came in sighing. It was so typical. You didn't know how you did it, but you always manage to pick the wrong person. After tossing the keys into the container by the front door, you made your way to the living room.

"You're home already?" Peter didn't pretend to be happy about that.

You rolled your eyes and plopped down on the couch next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Why do I always hang out with idiots Pete? Why can't everyone be like you?”

Peter laughed humbly. "I don't know." He lifted his arm, and you quickly snuggled into him kicking off your shoes. "What are we watching?"

"The Hobbit."

You nodded and relaxed, grabbed a blanket and covered your body and Peter's "Marie left already?"

Peter covered his legs before sighing. "She didn't come," he admitted.  You looked up from your position, your face full of confusion.

"Peter Pevensie" Peter was sitting across from you. With one arm on the back of the couch and one leg propped up against the couch, you couldn't help but smile. "Oh no, my full name," he said, pretending to be scared.

"I can't believe it! You could have made a move," you scolded him, and he scowled with a laugh "What's so funny?".

"Y/n... I don't want to make a move. "

"Why, she's beautiful!" Peter laughed again, scratching his neck lightly before shrugging. "I don't even like her that much”

In case you didn't know, Peter's heart was pounding in his ears right now. This will be the end of your friendship; God you and Peter have been friends since the crib and he would rather repress his feelings than be nothing. "You'll never get a girlfriend if you go on like this, Pevensie! What's the matter with her?"

It was the drop that filled the glass.

"Nothing, nothing, it's just that she's not you"  Your eyes widened like plates; did he really say that?. Suddenly you realised how closely the two of you were sitting together. You were still leaning on his arm. The warmth of his skin seeped through his torso and touched the exposed skin of your back. Your whole body shuddered under his gaze, your throat so dry you couldn't swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. "Don't lie to me," he regretted saying that.

"I'm not," Peter replied quietly. All confidence left him. He regretted what he said. They both stood in silence for a while, trying to figure out what had happened. "Why didn't you say anything?" you asked.

Peter sighed and clenched his jaw. "I guess I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I would have had to find somewhere else to live, and the atmosphere would have been uncomfortable" He adjusted his seat and looked down. "Like now."

"You're stupid," he laughed. You took a deep breath before continuing. "I've loved you since we were little, Peter."

His head snapped up. Now he was the one who was surprised. "You, what?"  You nodded, confirming that what you just said was true. "You were seeing someone else, I thought you didn't like me."

Peter gulped. The air in the room changed. You could feel the heat under your skin, like someone had turned up the heat. You were still looking at Peter trying to see if you were joking. It was a joke, wasn't it?  You took a deep breath. It didn't lead anywhere. You clearly weren't the type of girl to make the first move, but this was different. It was Peter. And you'd do anything for him.

One of your hands moved over his arm before placing it behind his neck. You approach him hesitantly, but Peter knew you to well, and he just leaned in to meet you lips.

You kissed me a couple of times and it all felt the same. This was wrong. It was full of love and adoration and the sweet taste of it amazed them both. But there was something else. Passion surged and took my breath away. You didn't expect Peter to kiss like this. His hand moved to your hip, pulling you closer as his kiss became more artful.

You climb onto his lap caressing his face. Peter holds you tighter. His fingers pressed against your skin, digging into the fabric of his high-waisted jeans. You practically writhed under his grip, your body pressed against his chest as you kissed, both of your minds filled with dirty thoughts.

After waiting so long, you couldn't wait to get there because the opportunity really did come. "God, y/n". You gave him a breathtaking smile before slowly pulling his shirt off.

Peter grabbed you around the waist again and pulled you closer as he began to kiss your neck. Your hand ran down his chest, tugging at his shirt, running your hand under the fabric, caressing his warm skin, feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen. He kissed your collarbone as you whispered and moaned. His lips were still kissing your skin, moving slowly over your bare breasts.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that." He towered over you, supporting her weight in his arms, staring down at you and pulling her to you. You couldn't believe he was really kissing you.

"Are you going to keep your eyes on me or kiss me again?" you bite your lip and smile as you look into his eyes.

He gasped and moved closer. When he pressed his lips against yours again, his hips almost crashed against yours, making you let out a choked moan. Your hands moved over his skin, down the hem of his trousers, he lets you slide your fingers under the fabric and he moaned as you begin to plan him through his trousers.

The air in the room was overwhelming , and it was burning your skin. They were already panting, gasping for kisses, devouring each other with a hunger to kill each other.

You push Peter up and reach into your tight jeans, but he grabs your hand and stops you from undoing the top button. You held your breath, waiting impatiently for Peter to finish what he had started. His hands moved painfully slowly, caressing your spread thighs, thumbs digging into your clothed skin, making you squirm before unbuttoning and unzipping your trousers. "Lift your hips for me, my dear," he murmured, concentrating more on his actions than his words. Now, you lay on the couch beneath him, wearing nothing but a pair of black panties, and you saw his expression darken, biting his lip again.

All right. "Good girl." Peter looked sophisticated and different. Flattering and seductive was a new side of him. After all, the sweet, shy boy had a dark side.

His hand stroked your leg again, you felt the goose bumps on your skin, and when his hand finally reached the edge of his black underwear, you couldn't help but gasp as you shivered. Peter looked up, finally met your gaze and leaned down to kiss you again. His kiss travelled down your body, hitting the sweet spots on your collarbone, your sternum and down your abdomen, leaving a wet trail that made you shiver.

You stood up and reached up to pull Peter closer to you. You kissed and sucked on his neck as you felt your underwear slip completely off your legs. You started touching his trousers again, feeling his erection under the fabric. "don't tease" Peter growled, gently but firmly pushing you back on the couch as you made another mark on his skin.

Your lower belly was tense, waiting to be touched and tended to. When his lips brushed the inside of hers, you moaned and felt a kind of relief and frustration at the same time. So you didn't want him to kiss you.

"Peter," you whisper, closing your eyes and concentrating on the feel of his lips against your skin. Your head dropped back onto the pillow, your hands gripped the edge of the wide couch and you felt his tongue caress your aching clit. You hadn't had sex in a long time. Peter loved teasing you about that.

He began to move slowly, up and down and side to side, deftly turning you into a moaning mess beneath him. And when you felt one of his fingers slide inside you, you couldn't even think anymore. All you were thinking about was him, Peter.

And he pushed you over the edge. A current of pleasure exploded in your lower stomach, and the knots that formed exploded, clinging to Peter's blond hair.  "Fuck" you moaned, "I'm about to-" Peter laughed, wiped his mouth with his palm and said, "Your room or mine?" he asked with a grin. Now you're skin to skin, completely exposed.

"I don't care, just fuck me."

He took you to the next room. Lying quickly on the bed, he gently laid you down and jumped on top of you. Mocking your gentleness, he looked down at your face and saw your face pucker with pleasure and a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Peter, if you don't start fucking me now, I'll do it myself" With a thrust he filled you and paused to give you time to adjust to his size.  When he was sure he wasn't going to hurt you, he pulled back almost all the way before thrusting his hips into you.

It was simply heaven. It had to be. His movements quickened as he realized his hands were taking advantage of your hips, pressing your body into the mattress and plunging you into oblivion.

"Look, you're taking me so well," he said, panting heavily. His eyes were on your face, his blue eyes and messy hair made him stunning.

You felt your lower abdomen tighten again and you let Peter know you were close again, but so did he. His thrust became unsteady and he held his weight by clinging to the headboard. Both jumped off the cliff at almost the same time.

Peter sank to the mattress, rested his head on the corner of your neck and took a deep breath. He was still clinging to the headboard and didn't want to crush you with his weight, but you didn't mind.... Panting, you gently stroked his neck.

You had no words to say. We both knew how we felt. Rising slowly, Peter got up and went to the closet. He pulled a shirt and black boxer shorts out of his wardrobe and handed you the shirt as you sat down.

Peter grabbed you again, pulled you tight against his chest and pulled the sheets over the two of you. "y/n?" he finally said.

"Huh?"

"Thank God your date went wrong”

[pariahsparadise]

warm ii | e. p.

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requested by @aphroditelxver : hey!! i just saw your edmund one shot "warm" and fell in love with the way you write!!<3 so may i request one were edmund is jealous of reader talking to some prince from other country and he confess his love for her? it could also be a part two from "warm"!

wc: 1.6k

pairings: edmund pevensie x gn!feminine!reader

warnings: unedited work, idk if i swear but i probably did, badly written writing as usual, alcohol

a/n: i am so sorry. it was only after i had finished writing this that i realised i was supposed to keep the reader gender neutral. i did give them a dress, so i'm genuinely sorry about that, but i've tried to avoid using pronouns/anything else that indicates gender. and now that it's written like this, i can't think of any other way for it to go. this story can be read as a part 2 to warm or a standalone.

read part 1 here

Edmund Pevensie was an idiot.

Anyone who glanced at the Just King was immediately taken aback by the vicious glare cemented across his face. It was starkly out of place, for Edmund was surrounded by the finest refinery and culture that Narnia’s neighbouring kingdoms had to offer. Trades and alliances had already been forged with an impressive total of three nations, and the ball wasn’t even in full swing yet. Not to mention, this gala had all been Edmund’s idea. And everything had been going exactly according to his plan.

Except for the part where you twirled around the dance floor, beaming at a tall blonde prince whose hand was placed dangerously low on your back.

Edmund really couldn’t blame him, he supposed. You were easily the most beautiful person in the hall. Your dress was well-fitting, the skirts various shades of blue that shimmered when you moved, akin to a sparkling waterfall. All words that he could ever have spoken wilted and died on his tongue the second he laid eyes on you, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth when he spotted the royal accompanying you. 

He decided he couldn’t watch any more when your dance partner twirled you away and quickly into his arms again, earning a delighted shriek from you. Turning around and walking away abruptly, Edmund headed towards his new best friend, the bartender. 

Not long after he had drained two glasses of glittery red wine, he felt a rough swat on his head.

“Ouch,” he said dryly, not deigning to acknowledge his little sister with a proper greeting.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lucy asked, scowling at him fiercely, “You’re scaring away every chance we have of forming a treaty with the Archenlanders. Can you stop glaring at their prince?”

“Who’s their prince?” Edmund said, his hand reaching to grab his third glass of wine, but Lucy swatted at it in a rather unqueenly manner until he pulled it back again.

“Prince Anthony, remember? The one Y/N’s entertaining.”

“Ah,” Edmund said, diving forward for the glass again at the reminder, too quick for Lucy to stop him, “The prick.” 

Lucy frowned disapprovingly at his words, “Maybe don’t call him that. A treaty with Archenland is invaluable, so keep your jealousy hidden, alright? And not,” she added, signalling to the bartender that she was cutting Edmund off, “In wine.”

Edmund didn’t bother denying what Lucy said. Being the Just King meant he had to be fair, even when confronting his own emotions, even when he’d rather stick forks in his eyes. Heaving a sigh, he stood up from the barstool he had previously sat on, his expression carefully neutralised as he walked up to Peter, joining him in offering greetings to new monarchs who had just arrived. 

You stumbled out behind the billowing curtains into the balcony, heaving a large sigh. It was exhausting having to accompany Prince Anthony around, considering that the man would not stop talking about himself. You really didn’t need to know all of his sword-fighting feats, and privately, you thought that a certain dark-haired individual could trump him in a matter of seconds. And although he kept commenting about how your blue dress matched the hue of his eyes, you couldn’t help but think that you’d compliment a brown-eyed King better. Having disguised your departure from Anthony’s side as a visit to the lavatory, you gripped the balcony railings and took a deep breath of fresh air, grateful for the break from the stuffiness.

“Wow. Is the ball I’m throwing that bad?”

You startled, head whipping around quick, only for your shoulders to slump in relief once you recognised Edmund. 

“It is,” you said, walking closer to the man, trying to keep your eyes fixed on his face so he couldn’t tell just how much you liked his suit, “The company makes it a little more bearable, though.”

Edmund shucked a laugh at the implicit compliment, leaning against the railing as you came to stand next to him, his body tilted to face you, “I’m glad you think so highly of me.”

“Who said I was talking about you?” you asked teasingly, your mouth quirking up to the side. Rather than responding to the playful banter, though, Edmund’s smile dropped, eyes leaving yours to stare out at the gates surrounding the castle instead. You frowned at the lack of reception your comment got, lapsing into the tense silence Pevensie was already partaking in. 

“How’s it going with Anthony?” Edmund eventually asked, breaching the stillness.

You groaned at the name, earning a half-hearted chuckle from Edmund as you tried to explain your exasperation, “It’s going well enough. He’s so airheaded, as long as I keep the flattery coming, I’m sure he’d sign anything I ask him to. Even the deed to his kingdom, if I wished so.”

“That’s no surprise,” Edmund said, “I’m sure I’d sign anything if someone like you asked me to.”

You stilled, unsure if he was flirting with you when he added, “That is, if it was possible for anyone to be as bossy as you.”

You punched his shoulder lightly as he grinned at you, his hand coming up to clasp your wrist. The sound of violins fluttered through the flowing curtains, and Edmund looked down at you, raising his eyebrow in a silent question. When you tipped your chin in a silent answer, his hand found your waist as your free hand lifted to rest on his shoulder. 

The two of you danced around the balcony floor, Edmund swaying you this way and that, knowing just when to pull his foot away from yours, out of danger in the nick of time. You sent him an apologetic smile each time, knowing the clumsy dancer you were. The only reason you hadn’t tripped over your own feet yet were the dance lessons Edmund had insisted on giving you earlier on, and, more honestly, the solid warmth of his arm, looped around your back, keeping you upright. It felt natural to you, unlike the way your body stiffened when it had been Prince Anthony in front of you, subliminally fighting alongside your instincts.

“You know,” Edmund said as he spun you around easily, “You were supposed to be my date to this dance.”

“Was I?” you asked, scrunching up your nose as you tried to remember.

“Yes,” Edmund assured you, “You promised me, in the library last winter.”

“I was half asleep, Ed,” you chuckled, “I didn’t even respond, forget promise. Besides, you didn’t actually ask me, you know. You assumed.”

“Was I wrong to?” Edmund demanded, “Was it so much of a stretch, considering how much time we spend together, how much we care about each other? Or rather, how much I care about you?”

“What are you trying to say?” you asked, your feet slowing until they eventually reached a stop.

Edmund’s arm pulled away from your waist to hold both of your hands in his, thumbs splaying across your palms.

“I’m saying I hated watching you dance with Anthony, the Prin- the Prick. And I think it should have been me with you instead.”

There. He had done it now. His confession was out in the open, a weight off his chest, and now the ball was in your park. Edmund’s eyes flew wildly over your face, scanning for your reaction, for any response, when your mouth broke into a beaming grin, dazzling with contagious happiness.

“Wow,” you said, smiling so wide the corners of Edmund’s lips upturned, too, an unconscious reaction from looking at you. “Wow,” you said again, hands abandoning Edmund’s to fist into his shirt, “It’s totally not like I’ve waited years to hear that.”

And before the flustered boy could even think about forming words to respond, you tugged him down, close, to meet your waiting lips.

“Pay up,” was the first thing Lucy said when you and Edmund announced your new relationship to his siblings.

You and Edmund exchanged wide-eyed looks as Peter and Susan grumbled, their hands fumbling for their wallets.

“Wait, you guys bet on us?” Edmund asked, astounded.

“Yes,” Susan said primly. Lucy explained it further, “These two didn’t have any faith in you. I was the only one who said you’d confess first.”

“Wow,” Edmund said sarcastically as you laughed, “Betrayed by my own family.”

“Sorry, Ed, but with all the blushing and stuttering, I thought it’d be a miracle if you’d even be able to get out a single word,” Peter explained, earning laughs from all the women in the room.

“Oh!” Susan spoke up suddenly, cutting off her own chuckle, “Wait! Who initiated the first kiss?”

“That would be me,” you said, raising your hand, and winking at Edmund. Lucy and Peter groaned in unison, Peter throwing his entire wallet at Susan in exasperation while Lucy forked over half her treasure. 

“You’re joking,” Edmund said, watching the interaction. “What else have you bet on?”

“Lots of things, little brother,” Peter said, leaning over to ruffle Ed’s dark hair. Lowering his voice so he was only audible to Edmund, he continued, “You better be the one to propose. I’ve got a lot of money riding on that one.”

“Don’t worry,” Ed said back in a low voice, watching as you spoke to Lucy and Susan animatedly, mentally capturing the small smile on your face, “I have every intention to.”

[thxliaaa]

the way i loved you | edmund pevensie

synopsis: reader can't help but miss their relationship with edmund.

based on the song "the way i loved you" by taylor swift

pairing: edmund pevensie x reader x peter pevensie

warnings: reader being mean by dating someone while they aren't over their ex, leading peter on, angst/sad

author’s note: hi!! this is my first story ever and there may be a few grammatical mistakes in this story so please pardon that. anyways i hope you enjoy this story!

Peter is sensible, he’s so incredible, and he’s very magnificent. Your relationship was not so secret and everyone was jealous of your relationship. 

“I love you” Peter said as he leaned down to kiss you. “I love you too” (Y/N) replied. He chuckled as he put your chin up and gently put the hair that was on your face behind your ears. “You’re so beautiful” He said as he gently caressed my face. He says everything you need to hear, and it’s like you couldn’t ask for anything better. 

Whenever you two would go somewhere, he would never let you go down the horse by yourself, he would make sure he was there so you could hold his hand for support whenever you were climbing down your horse. 

One night, he took you to “his special place” in the castle. Before you entered a door that was covered in vines, he covered your eyes with his hands as he guided you inside. Inside, there was a garden and a swing. He guided you towards the swing and you sat on it. 

Peter then took a flower from the garden and put the flower behind your ear. And he says “You look beautiful tonight” as he kisses you on the cheek. And you felt perfectly fine. 

But there was something else missing. Or someone else missing.

You and Edmund had a secret relationship that no one knew about. 

It was neither toxic nor was it healthy, I'd say it was just in between. 

Peter’s “special place” used to be yours and Edmund’s. You would sneak in there all the time, you would spend the whole afternoon there reading books, laughing, and teasing each other. 

So you sat there while Peter was swinging you, reminiscing all the memories you had with Edmund in the place you were at, not seeing the smile you were faking, cause you weren’t feeling anything at all. You knew it was selfish but you really thought you already got over Edmund. After all, Peter was there for you all along.

Yours and Edmund’s relationship was different. It was wild and crazy. 

“Well why did you flirt with her then?” You said crying in the pouring rain in front of Edmund. “I didn’t flirt with her! She was the one who flirted with me!” He shouted in reply. “But you flirted back!?” You shouted back. 

“I did not! I was simply trying to converse nicely with her!” He growled in anger as his eyebrows furrowed. 

All this fighting and screaming, you couldn’t take it anymore. “I hate you, Edmund!” You sobbed as you hugged yourself because you were freezing. 

He saw how hurt you were and his face softened. He grabbed your face gently and caressed your face. Both of you looked at each other and leaned in. Before you know it, you two were kissing and laughing in the rain. 

However, even after a few months, the arguments just started getting more and more. 

It was just so frustrating, intoxicating, and complicated. You knew there was no point in saving your relationship with him so you two decided to end it. 

“I’ll always love you, (Y/N)” Edmund said as a tear trickled down his cheeks. 

“I’ll always love you too, Edmund” You replied as you cupped his cheek with your hands wiping away his tears. 

But you two knew that the relationship had to end at some point because of how toxic it was getting. 

“Maybe in another life we’ll be together, just not this one.” Edmund humorlessly laughed which made you chuckle. “In another lifetime, Pevensie” you replied as you kissed each other for the last time.

Your love was like a rollercoaster ride. It had its ups and downs yet you still found your way to each other again, just not this time. Maybe you two really were meant for each other. Right person, wrong time. 

“(Y/N) are you listening?” Peter asked as he waved at your face. “I’m sorry, what was that?” you said as you looked at him. Peter chuckled, you felt bad that he was clueless about what you were thinking about just a minute ago. 

“I said, do you wanna go inside? It’s starting to rain” He said. You smiled, it was a coincidence how you were just thinking about you and Edmund screaming, and fighting, and kissing in the rain now you were about to do the same thing with Peter. 

“How about we stay here for awhile?” You suggested as he agreed and you spent the whole night dancing and kissing in the rain. 

But the whole time you were with Peter, you were thinking about you and Edmund. How you fought and kissed in the rain. How he made you so in love with him that you act insane. It was so intoxicating and complicated with him, whereas with Peter, it was wonderful and he never made you doubt, not even once. 

Now, at this moment you start to miss all of those moments you had with Edmund. 

And that was the way you loved him.

[strawberryroyai]

Attention!

Hi! I am a new and inspired writer in this community. I will like to get myself more use to writing and possibly engage myself with more writers and readers <3 My ultimate outcome would be to get more experience and a more creative outlook when it comes to writing. This message is entirely for you to understand where I am coming from and hope you can give me ideas or writing commissions. The tags I will use are some of the fandoms I have read myself and will be more comfortable writing! I hope you will submit something and will read something of mine soon! <3 Thank you! - M ♡

[trumpkinhotboy]

A meritable dance partner

Pairing: Susan x Caspian

Type: Requested (thank you so much!!!)

Genre: Only fluff baby ;)

Warnings: None

Requests: Open for Heartstopper, twilight, narnia

A/n: Once again I'm so so sorry it took me so long to write this :'( but i hope you will like it as much as i enjoyed writing it hehe

i suggest reading it while listening to kingdom dance from rapunzel

gif is not mine!

Summary: On an outing in the nearby villages, Susan still has a few tricks up her sleeves to impress and surprise Caspian

Every other week, it had become a tradition for the kings and queens of Narnia to head down to the villages near the palace. It was an occasion to visit their loyal subject and provide them with any assistance needed. It was most important for the royalty to nurture their relations with their people. Peter, Edmund, Susan, Lucy, and Caspian ruled with respect, love, and trust. This tradition was a way to keep their bond with the inhabitants of Narnia as tight as ever.

It was a lovely day, and the sun shone high in the sky. The wind was soft and warm, like a caress on one's cheek. The royal members rode each on their horses, determined to enjoy the beautiful weather nature had provided.

On their first stop, they came across a group of entertainers joyfully playing music and dancing in the middle of the crowd gathered around them. Susan and Lucy personally knew one woman in the group, as they had met on several occasions now. Once the young woman noticed the Kings and Queens coming their way, she had the crowd open and invited Lucy and Susan to join her in a dance she taught them a while ago.

Lucy, always so full of enthusiasm, immediately joined her friend with a big smile on her face. On the other hand, Susan expressed a little restraint. Anyone who knew her could tell she wanted to join the fast-paced rhythm of the dance but hesitated. Susan cared a lot about protocols and always felt it was her duty to follow them as precisely as possible. That was the excuse she loved to use, but then again, if you properly knew the oldest queen, you knew she was also a little shyer than her siblings.

"Come on Su!" beckoned Lucy from the group of dancers. Even Peter and Edmund encouraged her to join. She looked at them sheepishly, still on the verge of refusing when Caspian intervened. The naive king thought he was helping the gentle queen by proclaiming that she had the right to refuse if she did not wish to join the dance. His strange intervention caught everyone by surprise, especially the Pevensies. Susan looked at Caspian with a frown, to which he innocently responded that he knew how it felt to be forced to join a dance when you didn't know the steps and wanted her to avoid that kind of embarrassment.

Peter and Edmund started chuckling as Lucy crossed her arms and waited to see how long it would take her sister to join in to prove Caspian wrong. As gentle and kind as she may have been, Susan was also renowned among her siblings for being incredibly proud.

"I do not need you to intervene in such a situation. Know that I can still surprise you, Your Highness." Shoulders pulled back with her head held high she joined her little sister with her hands outstretched and entered the merry circle flawlessly.

Caspian stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. Not only did Susan know the steps to the dance, but she was hypnotizing. She was a flow of colors and brown hair dancing in the sun. She was grace itself. When the musicians merrily upped the tempo, all tapping their feet on the ground or moving around the dancers, the gentle queen beautifully followed the rhythm, not missing even a step as she did so.

After an especially difficult pirouette that she accomplished like it was nothing, she sent a mischievous smile to Caspian. The defeated king only stood there with his mouth slightly opened. Awe and marvel were the only emotions you could filter out from his dark eyes.

"You should have known not to underestimate our sister," suggested Edmund as he draped his arms around his friend's shoulders, amusement written on his face. "Beginner's mistake," added Peter, pride shining in his eyes.

The music accelerated in a last infernal effort. Susan and Lucy were barely shadows moving around the circle. Only discernible by the colors of their floating gowns and shining hair whipping around joyfully. With one last turn, the music ended promptly, bringing the merry dance to an end. The crowd erupted in cheers for the dancing group and their queens. Edmund and Peter joined them, shouting the loudest for their sisters. Caspian was still slowly applauding when Susan and Lucy walked back to them. He focused on the rosy-cheeked queen standing before him, her breath incredibly controlled for someone who danced for minutes on end without a break. "I-", started Caspian.

Mischief and pride in her eyes, Susan cut him off. "What were you saying about me humiliating myself with this dance?"

"That was the most incredible and beautiful thing I've ever seen." his voice was barely a whisper. Susan shyly dropped her gaze, suddenly interested in a pebble lodged under her shoe.

They stared timidly at each other before Edmund prompted them to continue their visit. The kings and queens dispersed to converse with villagers, offer them a hand with whatever they needed or lend an ear to their troubles.

At the end of the day, Susan and Caspian rode home in companionable silence. They had barely said a word to each other since the morning. Caspian even accompanied Susan to the door of her chambers, waiting awkwardly on the verge of saying something. Susan stared curiously at him, waiting to see what would come out of his beautiful mouth.

"Did you want to tell me something?" she finally asked after a few moments more in silence.

Clearing his throat, he finally spoke. "I want to apologize for my behavior this morning. I just wanted to take care of you, but I should have known you don't need me to do that. My apologies for overstepping." he slightly bowed his head, the image of royal culpability.

The gentle queen stayed silent for a second to observe the young man standing before her.

"I appreciate the apology, and you are right in saying I do not need protecting or that kind of care. That said, it doesn't mean I don't appreciate it."

At the words, he lifted his head, hope illuminating his gaze. "I, in fact, really appreciated your gesture. I just wanted to prove to you that I could do it," she added with a playful grin.

Caspian let out a chuckle of relief. "It truly was the most amazing thing to witness. You were, you are hypnotizing." His gaze loaded with deep emotions, he gathered his breath before continuing. "I wish you would grant me the honor to teach me how to dance. I intend on sharing many dances with you throughout my life, and it would simply not do for someone of your talent to have a partner as mediocre as I am."

From the tip of her toes to the top of her cheeks, delicious warmth spread through the queen. Susan knew very well the deeper meaning in Caspian's words. That is probably why she did not hesitate before answering with a smile.

[lightwing-s]

saw your post about peter blurbs and i had to send an ask🤭🤭

imagine peter being protective at the royal balls even though you two aren’t official🤞🏻🤞🏻

he keeps an eye on you while you talk to princes from other kingdoms and while he’s stood next to you he keeps a hand around you waist omg i’m gonna pass out and susan notices and points out his behaviour making you both blush cuz your just friends right😧😧

sorry that was pretty long omg but PETER😍🤞🏻♥️🤭🫶🏻😘

If anyone asked if you preferred to fight three hundred soldiers on your own or attend a royal ball, without thinking twice, you’d pick the first option. There was nothing in this world that could make you more nervous, more anxious and scared than a ball room full of people ready to judge you for every small detail, from your hair to your shoes, and the way you speak and if you’re proper while eating and referring to the many royals in the room.

You hated it, and couldn’t count the many times you sneaked out of a ball feeling your heart beating furiously and your sight getting blurring. The many times you had a panic attack for one interaction and Peter had to rush behind you to make sure you were okay.

And Peter was the sweetest. He’d sit with you for how goddamn long you needed to settle down your heart and mind, and he’d walk you to your chambers, tuck you in bed and kiss you goodnight before heading back to his High King duties. You were surprised it had been taking this long for people to figure out you two were more than just friends, but you were glad to still have your relationship just for the two of you.

In those few months you saw your friendship grow to be something more, you appreciated every moment you’d have just Y/n and Pete. No duties, no titles, just you. But if you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, that meant getting used to balls, to festivals, to royal duties and diplomatic meetings. If he wanted you as his queen, which he’d constantly remind you with kisses and touches how much he’d want it, you had to get used to all of it.

Hence, there you stood on your own, talking with the prince of Archenland while your dress weighed you down, sitting tight around your body and making it difficult for you to breathe. Another two nobles joined in your conversation, and you started to breathe a lot faster, feeling your heartbeat join in on the speed race.

Suddenly, a warm hand sat on your waist, Peter's strong and imposing presence making itself known behind you. He looked you deep in your eyes, full of concern over you, sky blue boring into yours and a heavy dose of tranquillisers. Lowering his chin, he checked to see if you were alright, for which you gave him a soft smile, masking your nervousness to not freak him out.

For the longest time, Peter’s hand never left your waist, thumb caressing you through your dress. He held you too close, not that you would complain, but you knew it’d raise suspicion.

As your heartbeat had gone back to normal, your hand went to your waist, touching ever so slightly the tips of his fingers as a thank you for his presence.

“You did well, my love” he complimented you once you’re finally left alone, pulling you slightly closer.

“I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t arrived in time. I was about to freak out when he started talking about politics and trade.” Peter blew out a breathy laugh, hiding behind your head and sneaking it a kiss. Lowering himself a bit, he whispers in your ear.

“You’re going to make a great queen someday.” sneaking a glance at his handsome face, adorned with his heavy golden crown, you threw him a smile when you saw him playing on his face, a warmth climbing up your cheeks as his hand climbed a bit higher to rest just under your breasts.

“If you want to hide in a ball I suggest you do more than staying on the side.” Susan warned you as she appeared at your side. “You’re not doing your best at being discreet.” she said, glancing swiftly at where your hands met. “Peter, I guess the King wants to talk to you right at this moment.”

Noticing his sister’s insistent tone, he dismissed himself with a wave of the head and left you too alone, the place where his hands had been resting on your body feeling hollow with the sudden lack of warmth.

“I’m not sure what’s going on between you two, but I support it.” she whispered, pushing you playfully with her shoulder. “Tonight, in your room, for the full details?”

A large smile growing in your face, you nod your head, excited to finally share with her your love story

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a/n: i’m so excited to finally be writing for peter, keep sending in more x

[ajwild220]

Lucy's Cordial imagine

I have a thought about the wounds that have been healed by Lucy's cordial. True, they are invisible, no trace has been left where the wound once was, but I wonder...what about when they come back to our world? The magic of the cordial still runs through their veins. What if, where the wound once was, is left a small sliver of gold, but only in strong England sunlight.

Perhaps Susan had an art class over the summer holiday, and as the sun poured down on the students as they sketched in the garden, something odd happened. A small circle about the size of an arrow tip began to almost glow on Susan's arm. Her friend saw it out of the corner of her eye before turning to an oblivious Susan. Could it have been a reflection? The girl turned her head, looking for anything that could cause it to no avail. She couldn't help but stare for a moment, perplexed; the spot was almost beautiful, too beautiful to be from the sun from our world. She was about to ask Susan when a voice came from above,

"Miss Lenix, is there a good reason you have abandoned your sketch to stare at Miss Pevensie?"

Thoroughly embarrassed, the girl immediately resumed drawing, and when she finally had the courage to look again, the spot was gone. Yet another mystery about Susan Penvensie.

Or perhaps Peter had decided to go swimming with his chums in the river. All of them laughing and messing around, pushing each other over, and play fighting in the water. The sun is shining down brightly as they all begin to exit the water, still laughing merrily. However, when Peter comes out of the river all smiles and golden hair, dripping from head to toe, it is almost as if someone has marked a line all the way from his shoulder blade, wrapping around him to just under his ribcage. It shimmers in the light. Golden like a pot that has been shattered and pieced together with precious metal. Beautiful and dazzling, magnificent. Everyone who saw thought surely their mind was deceiving them. A trick of the light, they convinced themselves. And when Peter finally replaced his loose cotton shirt, the incident was quickly forgotten.

Perhaps Lucy was climbing a tree in their backyard in Finchley barefoot, small legs swaying in the air, perfectly happy as the sun filtered through the leaves. Her mother sticks her head out the window to call in her youngest for a glass of lemonade when a glint catches her eye. A sliver of gold runs the length of Lucy's leg, from her thigh to her ankle. It radiates as if filled with pure light and magic. Very odd happenings for Mrs. Pevensies household.

"Lucy, dear do hurry in please." she calls out, a hint of concern in her tone.

Lucy jumps down from the tree with ease and skips through the yard, followed closely by the eyes of her mother. There the line remains almost a beautiful ornament to its small keeper. However, when Lucy enters through the squeaky kitchen screen door to receive her lemonade, no such mark is to be found. Nothing out of the ordinary, just some small scrapes and muddy knees. As Lucy sits on the counter happily drinking lemonade, her mother can't help but watch her and ponder what strange happenings have come to her household since her children went away.

And just perhaps Peter and Edmund are trying to explain to the girls a play of rugby they learned. The whole process went haywire from the start, but all four were enjoying themselves immensely. Lucy was being of no help; no matter who had the ball or what was happening, she tried to tackle Peter, which always led to a giggling mess. Susan actually tried for the sake of her brothers. Edmund tended to use Peter's generally incapacitated state to make a new play through the chaos. However, as the sun beat down and they continued on, Ed tried to make it between Peter and Susan, who promptly took him down. Lucy hopped on the pile, adding to all the ruckus. When his siblings finally chose to heed the cries of "Get off of me! Peter's squashing my ribs!" they all sat back, smiling and breathing hard. Edmund's shirt had crept up above his stomach, and a fascinating thing happened before their eyes. It was like a beam of light had come from inside, shining with life. They all knew what it was without it being said. The wound from the witch's wand glowed brightly in our world. Wordlessly they looked at one another, but instead of horror, a strange feeling overcame them all. One of peace and light, for the magic of Narnia, flowed through all their veins and shone with a light our world could only dream of.

[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

[moody-03]

Hi there, I’m new to tumblr and have an interest in writing novels in the future and thought as I enjoy fiction I would be able to practice my writing in here. I was thinking about writing a fan fiction of Narnia as my first one.

Characters to choose from:

Peter

Edmund

Susan

Caspian

What kind of storyline/plot would you like? Any fluff? Angst? Smut? Enemies to lovers? Strangers to friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again? Give me your requests down below

[supernovasilence]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caspian & Edmund Pevensie & Lucy Pevensie & Peter Pevensie & Susan Pevensie Characters: Caspian (Narnia), Lucy Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Peter Pevensie Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, very light angst, Touch-Starved, Touch-Starved Caspian, Caspian had a lonely childhood, AU - Caspian and the Pevensies rule Narnia together, Post-Prince Caspian, Cuddling & Snuggling, Cuddlepiles, The Pevensies adopt Caspian, mentions of abusive British boarding schools but very briefly Summary:

The Pevensies are physically affectionate people. As they grow closer to Caspian, living and working side-by-side to rebuild Narnia, they naturally start to include him. When Caspian reacts badly, they realize he's not a touchy kind of person, and try to stop. But things aren't that simple…

(also on fanfiction dot net if anyone prefers)