#peter pevensie one shot

[thepremedthatwrites]

On the House (pt. 3)

Summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 1 | part 2

(Y/n) found her job boring. This was alarming because she had never felt this way before. In fact, she loved her job. The publishing industry was one of stiff competition and having a passion for the work was the bare minimum in order to be considered a competitive candidate. She loved being able to witness the process of a book being made, especially the beginning when the authors she worked with pulsated with excitement, knowing their life’s work was finally going to be revealed to the masses.

But she couldn’t focus on her work anymore. Instead, she went through the motions, unable to focus on anything except for the anticipation of the weekend. All her mind was set on was one thing. The Lamppost Cafe. Every Saturday all she could think about was going into the cafe at one o’clock and getting to see Peter again. Some days she even considered going earlier than her regular time but stopped herself, not wanting to see desperate in any way.

Ever since she learned his name, she kept repeating it to herself. She would say it to herself while making her morning coffee, or while she was showering. It was like a mantra for her. She even found herself waking up sometimes with the name still fresh on the tip of her tongue. As if she expected him to be laying on the other side of the bed, responding to her call. 

Saturday came at an agonizing pace but soon enough she was grabbing her bag and book before heading for the cafe. After slugging through the week, the walk energized her. She felt the wind blow through her hair as she went, her eyes wide with excitement as the cafe came into view. She didn’t hesitate to walk up to the register where Peter was waiting for her. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it, but it felt as though his smile brightened as she neared him. “The usual?” he asked, already ringing her up.

“How did you know?” (y/n) joked, flashing him a smile. There was a pause as their eyes caught each other. He broke first, looking down at the register to read out the total. (Y/n) blinked a few times, as if it would flush away the pink that had started to grow on her cheeks. She began digging through her bag to find her wallet. “Actually, you know what, it’s on the house.”

“Really?” (y/n) responded. Behind Peter, she could his siblings pausing what they were doing and stealing quick glances at them. “Is there a certain sale today?”

“Oh no, it’s just you always come here. Think of it as us showing you our thanks for your support.” He let out a chuckle before flashing a quick smile. He was now rocking his weight back and forth and his eyes were back on the register. 

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you guys!” she responded, a bright smile growing on her face. “Thank you so much!” Peter looked up at her and she could tell his face was a shade redder than it had been when she first entered the cafe. 

“It’s my pleasure,” he said. (Y/n) let out a small giggle, remembering the first time he had said the strange phrase when he had brought out her order. “I’ll bring over your order once it’s ready.” She nodded before making her way to her usual table. 

As Peter walked towards the back, Susan said in a low voice, “I hope you’re planning on covering the cost for your girlfriend.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah whatever. And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yet,” Lucy added, chuckling as she started to steep the tea. Peter only scoffed before stealing a glance at (y/n). He hoped his face felt much more warm than it actually looked. If she had noticed his blush, he wouldn’t be able to face her again. How unprofessional it would be for a customer to believe he was flirting with her! Of course, he was only offering free food and drink because she was a regular. It wasn’t anything with romantic undertones. At least that’s what he would say if his siblings questioned him. But deep down, he knew the truth. He knew that he spent a bit longer getting ready on Saturdays and that as the clock neared one o’clock he took his place at the register even though he hated dealing with the confusing machinery that somehow always malfunctioned when he used it. 

“Well, are you going to give your girlfriend her order?” Susan asked, already putting the cup and plate into his hands.

“Quit calling her that, will you?” 

“Oh, do you prefer future Mrs. Pevensie?” 

“Very funny.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to do my job.” He walked away before his sister could add one last remark. As he neared (y/n)’s table, he could feel his face warming once again. “Here’s your order,” he said, placing the stuff down onto the table.

“Oh, thank you,” (y/n) replied, putting down her book. 

“Haven’t you already read that one?” Peter felt his face become even warmer as he said that, realizing he had given away the fact that he had been watching her for the past few weeks. She let out a small laugh and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. 

“I fear I don’t have many books, so I cycle through them constantly.”

“Well, there’s a bookstore right down the street. Their prices are pretty low and they have a pretty wide variety of books.”

“Oh that’s sound wonderful. I should definitely check them out some time.” There was a pause. The girl looked up at him, the smile she was wearing turning somewhat playful. “This is the part where you suggest taking me to the bookstore.” She wasn’t sure where the confidence had come from but she was glad she said it as a wide smile grew on Peter’s face.

“I’m off tomorrow, does that work?”

“Perfect. We’ll meet here?”

“Is one o’clock good for you?”

“It always is,” she replied, smiling into her cup of tea as she took a long sip, the honey warming her throat on the way down.

[wrenwreads]

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

battle wounds

sometimes, fear disguises love

pairing/s: peter pevensie x fem!reader

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

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

word count: 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could only tell the centaur to move faster.

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

“Y/N, you’re awake!”

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

She was in the infirmary.

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

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

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

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

“I’m alright now, am I?”

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

“Another group hug?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lu, I told you to give me so—“

“I don’t sound like Lucy, do I?”

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

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

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

She frowned upon seeing his red-rimmed eyes.

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

"It's okay."

"I didn't visit— because—"

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

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

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

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

“It’s alright.”

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

“It’s alright.”

She could only repeat her words back.

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

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

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

[mykinkyyandere]

The Hopeless Door

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Peter Pevensie X f!Reader

Summary: Peter is being hard on you for your own good. Or is it for his own good?

Warnings: Yandere, dark, kidnapped reader, forced relationship/marriage, manipulation, non-con implies, non-con touching, controlling, yelling, mild brute force, emotional abuse, mature characters, sorry if i missed sth

You squirmed under Peter's grip. Exploring Narnia would have been a wonderful experience. Making new extraordinary friends in this beautiful world and maybe living in there forever. Thanks to your new good friends, you would find a way to survive, after all, there were greater difficulties in your own world. Going to school, having a job, bills and more difficult tasks that the future imposes on you. It would be easier to make a good life for yourself in Narnia. But not like this, not with a young king who was extremelly obsessed with you. The king of Narnia, no, High King of Narnia? Oh, how could you have guessed? How could you have known that he would trick you into kidnapping and forcibly marrying you? He wasn't a cruel person, but his desire to have you was creepy. He manipulated you all the time. He made you believe he was the only person who could protect you. He told you if you don't marry him, marry the king, your life will be very difficult, you will never survive in Narnia. Yes, even if you had very good friends. Silly girl, you couldn't trust them. Even that showed him how naive you were. Then he convinced you when you wanted to go back to your world. As if he would let you go otherwise.

"I used to live there myself once. It was a very frustrating and difficult world, even for me. Poor people who constantly despise you, life constantly wants more from you, losing your home, losing your loved ones... What are you going to do when you get back there? Don't you see how wonderful I can make your life here? I will offer you a rich life, you will always be happy. The things you worry about in the world will never come to your mind again, so much so that you will even forget their existence. Here's an opportunity for you. Escape from that world and live here with me. All you have to do is be mine. I love you."

He liked everyone kneel on his feet, and he wanted you to get down on your knees. To look at him from the floor with your big, sweet eyes... These were new feelings for him. He didn't have time for girls, already had two girls to look after. But you weren't his sibling, you gave him new experiences, new sense of protecting. He didn't even know he could feel that way and he wanted more.

"It hurts!" He grasped your arm so tightly that he wasn't even aware of it. He was angry, everyone you walked past bowed their heads in fear. "I can't believe you were trying to run away from me!" Nevertheless he loosened his grip. He didn't want to hurt you. He was sure that one day you would look for a way back, but still he couldn't help feeling betrayed. Didn't he give you everything you wanted? Hasn't he been very nice to you? Never once did he let someone hurt you.

"I wasn't! I was just..." The guards opened the big doors and waited for Peter, who was pulling you with big steps, to enter your shared bedroom. He kind of pushed you into your shared bed. He used to give you time to get used to marriage and let you sleep in a separate bed, but then he wanted you next to him. He wanted your warmth. He made it clear that he was now your husband and you had to get used to sleeping with him. He promised he wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't want to.

"You just what?" He couldn't believe he just forced you to stay in bed, holding your arm and pushing you. He didn't want to hurt you, he didn't want to use brute force on you, and he never thought of doing it, but he liked the dominance he had over you. It reminded him that he has you. You were his. No matter how much he respected your boundaries and wouldn't touch you unless you wanted him to, you were his. He would have you every day and every night if he wanted to. You couldn't fight him, you didn't have the strength to stop him. It would have been so easy to take off your clothes, pin you to the bed and spread your legs... You were so defenseless against him, completely at his mercy. Sometimes he forgot this fact because of his love for you, but every time you caused trouble, you reminded him. He didn't know if you were overconfident in your strength or if you were underestimating him, but evidences showed both. He wanted you to come to him of your own free will and see that he wasn't a bad person. He didn't want you to fear or hate him, he wanted you to love him. To have you completely, that was his goal. More important than having your body was having your heart, but he was running out of patience.

"I just wanted to see if the door was still there." Your voice trembled, the tears started to fall. He hated seeing you like this. He always hated seeing you cry. From the first moment he talked to you, he didn't or couldn't hide how protective and "listen to me" type of person he was. He was very caring and loving, but when he said no, it was a no. He knew the best of everything and expected you to accept his leadership. There were times when he told you about his family. You felt bad that the responsibility of being a father was placed on his shoulders at a young age. He was taking on a lot of responsibility, but that didn't justify him forcing you to live under his wings.

"Then what? You open it, and there's no Narnia anymore, there's no us anymore!" He shouted and ran his fingers through his hair. He was so afraid of losing you that he thought it was necessary to show his anger. That's why he kept talking until you sobbed.

"Stop!" You tried to get up but he was faster. He got on top of you and held your chin, pinning your wrists above your head. "Where do you think you're going?"

You tried to push him off, but you couldn't. He was so strong or you were so weak, or just both. All you could do was cry trapped under his body. "The door is gone and you already knew that! Then why are you making me suffer so much? Why did you want to make everything a living hell for me when you knew I couldn't leave, that I was trapped here forever?" You controlled your sobs as much as possible and screamed. "You destroyed the door so I couldn't leave!"

"I thought you just went to check if the door was still there. Why are you so upset about me destroying the door? Is it because I've ruined your secret escape plans for good?" Peter was aggressive, he didn't plan this. When you cried, he wanted to hold you in his arms and caress your head and comfort you. Now instead he was on top of you, touching you inappropriately and cornering you by talking mercilessly. He got caught up in the fact that he needed a little brute force to get the things he wanted to happen.

"You are mine. Do you understand? I own you, my love. I am your husband and I am your King. You are in my world and you are mine. I own these people and this crown. I have my siblings and they know I am in charge. Wherever I look, I see things that are mine. And you, when I look at you, I see my most precious treasure that I have. When I look at you, I see a warm bed, a promising heir, a bright future. I see a home. My home."

He turned your chin and kissed you on the neck. "I am truly sorry for making you cry. Sometimes love is hard. Whether you get angry, yell, punish, you do it for the sake of the one you love. Difficult, but necessary."

He kissed your neck one more time and let go of your chin. You were still sobbing. He let go of your wrists as well and held your cheeks. "I love you. I am so much in love with you that you could never imagine. I am so sorry, but everything I did and said was for your good."

He got up off you and gently took you in his arms. You didn't look at him or didn't resist. Oh, you were afraid of him, and that was something he never wanted. It would have taken a very long time to wait for you to come anyway. It made him sad to realise that he had no choice but to force you to be his.

He put you under the covers and kissed you on the forehead. "I know crying always makes you sleepy. Now get some rest, and then I'll take you for a little ride with my horse. You need some fresh air and I also know you like it when I show you around." He smiled and wiped away your tears with his thumb.

[narcissisticmf]

the golden witch | peter pevensie x fem!reader

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

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

requested by: @oyasumimosura

word count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" Peter questioned softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"For Aslan," Reepicheep stated.

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

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

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

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

"Thanks," Susan offered a small grin.

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, feel free," Peter replied.

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

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

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

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

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

"Five minutes?" Peter breathed out.

"Three," Miraz spat.

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

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

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

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

"Well, you are busy," Caspian replied.

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

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

"Sorry," She cringed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My king," Sopespian whispered.

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

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

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

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

"Be ready!" He called out to them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[an-angels-fury]

You're the Most Beautiful Boy

Yeah, the first time I finish a fanfic in my life (well, I don't even know if this counts as a fanfic anyway - a oneshot maybe??? - but anyway...) and, surprisingly, is about Caspeter!!!

Ngl, I'm quite happy with the final result.

Also, just to be clear, this is supposed to be read as Peter's POV (it's basically all about him being traumatized and emotionally fucked up and, because of that, thinking he's unworthy of love and Caspian just being there to prove him otherwise).

The fic's title is taken out from the song of same name by The Irrepressibles (this one and "Two Men in Love" are so fucking beautiful and have such strong Caspeter Vibes in a way I can't even express 🥹😍).

Anyway, good reading 🫶

P.S.: A friendly reminder that English isn't my first language, so pls give me a break.

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Reasons to not kiss him:

1. You weren't raised to love tender.

You are capable of love. You know how to be kind. You've doubted many things about yourself, but your unshakable devotion to those you love has never been one of them. But when you live in a world gripped by war, where you know that everything you hold dear can be ripped away from you at any moment in the blink of an eye; where blood, death, and the crying of ghosts from the past haunt your worst nightmares, you learn to hold on to the little lives around you.

You still remember almost doubling over in despair at the sight of your half-dead brother on the battlefield, blood dripping from his lips and his fragile breathing faltering; you remember seeing him come back to life and hold his small body in your shaking arms, hugging him to your chest as if your heartbeat depended on it. You still remember scolding him for his disobedience with your voice breaking, feeling the trails of tears burning your cheeks and blurring your vision because you almost lost him. You almost lost him.

You are the oldest brother. You are the High King. Protecting your family and your kingdom is your responsibility, your duty. To love is to protect what gives meaning to your existence, even if the price is your own life. This is how you love: you surrender completely to the uncertainty of fate, because the light that shines in your heart burns brighter than the fear pulsing through your veins.

You are capable of love. You know how to be kind. You never doubted that. It's the way you love that terrifies you on your most restless nights - intensely, fervently, always fighting and holding on so tight that your teeth grind and your knuckles turn white. Your love is like the Sun: welcoming, radiant. But, above all, consuming. And you're afraid that your love will scare him - someone who never knew love at all - as much as it scares you.

2. When he’s around all you do is tremble. When he’s around you want to get on your knees. Look how much power he has over you. It's dangerous.

There are a million reasons why you convince yourself that you truly hate him. You recite this list in your mind like a sacred mantra to never forget.

You hate the indignation in the prince's voice every time he insists on going against or disagreeing with your decisions. You hate the boy's immaturity in dealing with his own emotions. You hate his gall in pointing the sword at your throat while you blame him for the tragedy you both brought upon yourselves and your people. You hate him for wanting to steal your throne and crown - symbols whose weight you never asked to carry. You hate him because he is an insecure, confused, and angry boy who is constantly trying to prove himself fit and worthy to take on the title of king. You hate him because... he's exactly like you.

You also hate the way those dark eyes meet your blue ones, like night meets day, and penetrate the cracks of your invisible armor as if it were nothing but air. You hate the blush that takes over your face every time you quickly look to the side and notice the sparkle of fascination and idolatry in the prince's eyes, always admiring you from afar, in silence. You hate how, every day you spend by his side, your heart races at the sound of his voice, your body weakens at the touch of his hand, and the words formed in your mouth dissolve into the air like smoke. You can still feel the heat of fire on your tongue.

You hate him for the effect he has on you - and he doesn't even have a clue.

3. He's too good at forgiving and you're too good at violence.

You despise violence. You despise everything that is connected to the idea. But sometimes violence seems like the only thing you're really good at. It's a curse.

All books that narrate stories about the Golden Age of Narnia have always emphasized how skilled and unbeatable the High King was on the battlefield; how your war cry was powerful enough to make the mountains shake and the spirits of your soldiers rise to the heavens. But none of them made mention of the horrors that haunted you, even when you were already surrounded by the safety of the walls of your castle, your beloved home.

All those memories, so vivid in your dreams that they leave you thrashing in bed and waking up voiceless, your skin pale and cold with sweat and the tremors taking over every inch of your body. The screams of your men begging for help and suffering in pure agony. The dirt from your nails and the blood of your enemies that still runs hot and sticky down your fingers no matter how many times you wash your hands. No matter how many times you run away from war, it will always find you. You already know her and even greet her like an old friend. You already feel her presence - the famous shiver down your spine - before she even has a chance to knock on your door. She found a home in you. It's part of who you are.

His tanned skin, once smooth and delicate in the sunlight, already showed the first battle marks, small cuts on his beautiful face and calluses around his fingers. He was just beginning to understand the price of holding a life in his hands. You fear that this burden will be too heavy for him to carry and that, sooner or later, his shoulders will give in to the exhaustion caused by the pain of his actions. You learned to pick yourself up and rebuild yourself again, piece by piece. You learned to hide the pain with a smile. You always held on, not because you believed you were brave enough or strong enough, but because you believed it was the right thing to do. For your family. For your people. For your home.

“But what about him?” You ask yourself when you turn your back to the man on his knees beside you and face the young prince, giving him your sword, offering him the chance to kill the uncle who left him an orphan and who, years later, tried to destroy him and usurp his throne. You see the coldness in those brown eyes as they stare back at you, as well as the flicker of doubt that lies within, and you quickly look away when he takes the weapon.

"But what about him?" The question keeps echoing in your head, until it is silenced by the angry scream that escapes the prince's throat. In one agile movement, he throws the blade towards the ground and orders the defeated tyrant to leave with his life. You watch carefully the way the boy gets up and walks away from his uncle with slow, heavy steps, his chin raised and his eyes shining with unshed tears. The feeling of relief takes over your heart for a moment and, without even realizing it, your dry lips open into a simple line, similar to the shadow of a smile.

This is the moment you realize who the real man in front of you is. That's the king you're fighting for. Whatever challenges the future will bring him, he'll face them the same way he did today: with justice, dignity, mercy and, above all, kindness. He is good and forgiving and you love him for it. But you would never admit that out loud, least of all to yourself.

4. You know what they say about monsters. You know what happens to the boys who love them. Are you going to do that to him?

"You're not a monster" Your siblings whisper in your ears after another night in which you drag yourself out of nightmares, suffocated by your own crying and clenched fists, with your nails pressed so hard against your palms to the point of oozing blood. For a moment, you surrender to the sweet sound of the voices you love most in the world and allow them to caress you like feathers, calming the inner bitterness that torments you and does not allow you to rest.

Maybe you're not a monster, but you know well their wicked schemes and the treacherous way they act. You know them because you carry them with you every day. They are there, sinking teeth into your neck and claws into your wrists, making you spit and drown in your own blood. You still feel the craving caused by the bitter taste of bile that burns the roof of your mouth like acid. You still feel the shiver caused by the nauseating sensation of the demon's snake tongue hissing in your ear, exposing all your weaknesses and reminding you of all your crimes.

They want to break you and destroy the railings that imprison them. They want to crush your bones and make you suffer slowly and painfully until you have no choice but to bend to their will. They want you to set them free. But you refuse. You never give in.

You can scream to the void at the top of your lungs until your knees give in from exhaustion. You can punch a stone wall over and over again until your knuckles are black and throbbing. You can even lie on the floor in a huge ball of pain and anguish and pull at your blond hair as you try to get rid of the red-hot steel chains wrapped around your lungs that prevent you from breathing properly.

And that's why you do everything you can to push him away. The thought of your monsters tearing and corrupting his spirit from the inside out, forcing him to see the image of who you truly are, is too much for you to bear. You would never forgive yourself for seeing that light die and knowing that you were responsible for such horror.

No, you're not a monster. You carry them inside you and hear their angry and accusatory words every night, but you will never allow them to turn you into something you're not. Never.

5. Your hands don’t know how to be gentle. Think about the last beautiful thing that shattered in your palms. The fresh rosebuds crumbling between your fingers like a bruise. You wolf-boy, you war machine. You wouldn’t know how to hold something magic and not destroy it.

Once upon a time, a large and majestic golden-maned lion named you "Wolf's Bane". But the truth is that no ruin you brought to any creature would ever compare to the ruin you carry within yourself. There was no reason to be proud of being a weapon in God's hands. There was no reason to boast about the lethality of your sword. There was nothing glorious about war.

You are not a god, nor a king, nor a man, much less a boy. You are a nameless being, a freak of nature, dressed in a skin that does not belong to you. Whatever is inside your chest burns and twists like red-hot iron. You are a burning hurricane with the face of an angel and the scars of an old man who has lived hundreds, thousands of lives. You brought happiness and love during your reign, but you also left a trail of destruction in your wake. And you know that he would go through the path of darkness just to hold your hand and keep you company amid the rubble of the Hell you carry inside, even though he knows that it would condemn him forever, simply because he loves you. He loves you and you know it and it tortures you.

One touch of your lips would be enough to turn the flowers growing in your loved one's soul into ashes and you would witness the delicate petals decomposing in your hands. How could you destroy something so beautiful and live the rest of your life without hating yourself for it?

6. If you hurt him it might kill you.

"You won't hurt him. You won't break his heart."

It is a solemn oath that you are fully committed to keeping. You will not allow your selfishness to speak louder, no matter how tempting it may be. You are better than this. A love like this could only end in disaster, and you are already too tired, too damaged, too fed up with fighting the inevitable. Deceiving him with a false promise only to abandon him immediately with the intention of never seeing him again would be cruel, if not sadistic. It would be like sticking a dagger into his heart as you stood there, just watching the life vanish from his eyes like mist into the void. Another crime to be added to your pile of rubble.

"You won't do that. You won't break his heart. Unless you want to die."

7. If you hurt him you might kill yourself.

He doesn't really know you. He doesn't and you convince yourself it's better this way. If only he knew all the thoughts that go through your head every time you look at him. All the things you think about doing with him when you two are alone... you'd never have the courage to face him again.

If you could open your chest and rip out all those feelings you know you shouldn't feel just so you could have a minute of peace and silence, you would have done it a long time ago. Maybe then you would finally be able to form some coherent thought related to any other subject or anyone other than him.

You need to 'unlearn' this love, before you hurt him beyond repair and are unable to forgive yourself. He's lost too much too, you remember. He has suffered enough and he doesn't deserve this. You don't deserve him. Since when does a sinner with sinful desires deserve good things?

8. You are very bad at rehabilitation. This is one addiction you’d fail to give up. He's going to ruin you for all other kisses and all other boys and you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to forget his name.

You always knew that this love story could never come true. You may be proud, reckless, careless, but you are no fool.

You remember the ball at the castle after the Narnians won the battle of Beruna. You remember seeing centaurs and fauns dancing, nymphs singing, laughing dwarves and talking animals enjoying the food and drinks served. You also remember smiling when you saw your siblings having fun and enjoying every moment of that night as if there was no tomorrow and reveling in their happiness. There was life and music and dance and explosions of light and color and every detail was a delight to the heart and soul. But when your eyes meet the prince - now crowned king - dressed in his ceremonial robe, letting himself be carried away by the festive atmosphere and exuding the purest joy, everything around him seems to fade in comparison. He looks majestic.

For a quick moment, the new king's eyes meet yours in the crowd and you swear you feel your heart skip a beat and your breathing falter. In another life, you would walk up to him and ask him to dance. In another life, he would hold your hand and place a chaste kiss on your fingers. He would laugh adorably at the blush growing on your cheeks and you, infected by the sweetness present in that voice, would laugh back. And when you both least realized it, you would kiss him and whisper your vows of love against the warmth of his lips like a believer whispers his prayers to a saint and, suddenly, you would feel stronger, more courageous and free. And when you opened your eyes, he would still be there, smiling, and there he would remain for the rest of your lives.

But that will never happen. One day, the king will find his perfect match, his queen - or perhaps king - and nothing else will matter. He will be happy and he will be able to love without fear, and you... you will spend the rest of your life trying to move on, but without ever really leaving your place. You cannot love him as he wants to be, as he deserves to be. You can't do it because your heart already belongs to something so much bigger than yourself. But you're also unable to forget him.

Either way, he was never yours to lose.

9. You still aren't sure he isn't a dream.

He's too good to be true. Sometimes you find yourself pinching your arm just to make sure he's real and not another one of your many fervent delusions.

Before you leave, you try to hold on to all the times you closed your eyes and found yourself surrounded by those strong arms, feeling the magical touch of his hands illuminating all the cold and dark spots of your soul. All the times you dreamed of running your fingers through that long, black hair, getting lost in those soft, wavy locks that fall down the back of his neck in the form of a beautiful waterfall. All the times you woke up panting after imagining yourself tasting that mouth and delighting in the sweet nectar of those rose lips.

Yes, you promise to record every detail of him like a man in love memorizing the lines of a poem. You will dream so much about him and the story you both could have written that maybe - maybe - the higher force that governs the universe will hear your cry and take notice of your suffering, making your dearest wish come true. And everyone around you will sigh in a mixture of delight and envy when they see you together, because none of them had ever witnessed a purer and truer love like yours until then.

10. If you kiss him, you might wake up.

The hard truth is that you don't want to leave. You didn't wait for this moment for so long only for it to end so soon.

You are not ready to leave him. You're not ready to say goodbye. But what other choice do you have? You may be a king, but even you don't have the power to control the stars, turn back the clock or stop the sun from setting. Destiny is an intangible and indomitable mystery and trying to change this fact is a battle doomed to failure.

However, no matter how aware you are about the way things work, fear remains. You're afraid you won't kiss him and spend the rest of your days cursing yourself for missing the chance of a lifetime. But you're also afraid to kiss him and, the moment you open your eyes, you'll find yourself in the solitude of your room in England, realizing that he never really existed and everything that made him who he was was just an illusion created by your mind as a way to escape the cold reality that was your life.

Yes, you want to protect him from yourself. But the hard truth is that you also want to spare your battered and patched heart the pain of breaking again, as it has happened so many times before. The harsh truth is that you are much more fragile and sensitive than you wish you were.

"You love him" Your melancholic heart weeps.

"Yes, I do" You mourn "And that's why I must let him go"

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Reasons to kiss him:

1. Because he's beautiful.

Oh God, he is so beautiful. His face, his arms and hands and feet make up a masterpiece so luminous and divine that it would make the greatest artist in the universe prostrate himself on the floor in tears. He is the most beautiful boy you have ever seen with your own eyes, both inside and out.

Every little thing about him enchants you and steals your breath away, even the ones that others would consider too insignificant to even bother paying attention to: like the way a wild lock of his hair fall delicately in front of his eye and you have to hold back the urge to approach and use your hand to pull it away and place it behind his ear. Or the dimple that appears on the left side of his mouth every time he smiles or laughs. Or the way he turns up his nose and bite his lower lip when he's lost in thought or in a deep state of concentration.

And of course, there was his innocent, childlike excitement as he shared the story behind every constellation he was able to find in the sky. You always believed that the night suited him well, similar to a black veil decorated with moon and silver, as if his very being had been conceived by the stars that fascinate him so much and call him by his name.

Yes, he is absolutely beautiful. And you, just a mere mortal, wonder how long you'll still be strong and intelligent enough before you let yourself be seduced by the sound of that velvety voice and those eyes that seem to analyze you attentively as if you were some kind of enigma to be deciphered. It's like he's able to see some beauty inside you that you yourself could never see. Or that maybe you have just forgotten.

2. Because he asked.

You never expected that, on your last night, he would notice your absence in the middle of the party and see you retreating to the privacy of your chambers, just wishing you could fall into a deep, empty sleep where you could forget about the coming of tomorrow for some hours. You never expected that he would abandon his own moment of glory just to run after you and ask if you were okay. You never expected that his hand entwined with yours would be enough to tear down all the barriers you had built around you and leave you completely defenseless, with nowhere to hide. However, the most unexpected of all was when the new king, in a shy gesture, gently lifted your chin with his fingertips so that your eyes met his - those dark, adoring eyes that seemed to strip away every inch of your body - and said in a playful and, at the same time, challenging tone:

"Kiss me"

You're not sure if that was a request or an order, but what does it matter? The only thing you know is that his touch burns your cheeks and it feels so, so good and those eyes are now focused on your lips and the two of you remain where you are for what feels like ages and this silent torture is slowly killing you two.

You're still scared. It's fear that paralyzes you and leaves you stagnant. Afraid of this all being a dream, fear of ruining him, fear of God despising you for your dirty and sinful soul, but mostly, fear of suffering and knowing that you brought it all upon yourself.

But he wants the same thing as you and he has expressed that desire right there in front of you - the desire that you have worked so hard to bury in the depths of your heart. Would it be so bad to let it speak louder just once in your life?

3. Because he preceded "Please" with "I'm not afraid of you".

He presses his forehead against yours and whispers your name in an exasperated voice and you can feel all the yearning, all the desire and all the devotion and you don't understand how you can stay standing after that. You finally decide to break your silence:

"I don't want to hurt you"

You don't try to appear strong, you don't want to pretend anymore. So you do the only thing you are capable of doing now: you just tell the truth.

You can feel the warmth of his breath caressing your lips when he tells you:

"I'm not afraid of you"

And then, he gets closer to your face until your mouths are just a few millimeters apart.

“Please” He is practically begging this time and you want so badly to give in, you want so badly to end his agony and just let him in. So you finally come to conclusion that if this is the only chance you have to truly love him, even if just for one night, then you will take it like your life depends on it. And that's exactly what you do: you close your eyes and kiss him.

He tastes like honey and wine and sweet surrender and, for once, you know it's real and not just another dream. You drink and savor and breathe this moment and he responds with the same intensity.

He touches you as if you were a treasure. You are the Sun and you are magnificent to him, not because of your title, your power or the legendary aura that the idealization of your figure carries. You are magnificent because you are human just like him and the simple fact of your existence is a miracle in itself. He draws a map of the sky on your skin and transforms all your scars and imperfections into the constellations he adores so much. From then on, all you want most is to show him the way you see him, how he makes you shine.

So you take him to your bed and between kisses and whispers and prayers and messy sheets, you love him. You love him, again and again and again. And when the flame that consumes you burns out and you both let yourselves being taken by the wave of calm that falls upon the room, you hug him and press the palm of your hand against his chest, paying attention to the song that his heart sings. At that moment, he covers your hand with his and smiles.

"Take care of it. Take it and carry it in your heart. It's yours."

I'm yours.

[animefankotaro]

Trans Lucy Pevensie

During WWII the Pevensie children's father went to fight in battle. The children included Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy in that order. Though for her first six years she was known as Lucien. Shorty before the War really broke out she told her family the truth.

“I think I'm a girl.” Lucian said. Her three siblings looked confused.

“Huh?” The other three siblings looked at her.

“I'm not a boy. I'm a girl.” Lucian said more assured.

“Is this about you wearing my dresses?” Susan asked.

“It's just not that. I feel like like I was born wrong.”

“Born wrong?” Edmund questioned. “I won't understand.”

“To tell the truth. I don't think I do either.” Lucian said.

“So does this mean you want to be a girl? Be our sister?” Lucian nodded.

“We'll support you.” Peter said. “Right?”

“Of course. I've always wanted a sister anyway.” Edmund was rather quiet a moment.

“Edwin” Peter said firmly. “Will you support her?”

“Umm. Yeah. I will.” Edmund replied not so sure.

“Then it's settled. “You're are sister now.” Lucian smiled. “I don't know how we'll break this to mum and dad.”

“You'll be with me won't you.” Lucian asked.

“Of course.” Both Susan and Edmund nodded. “Does our new sister have a name?” Lucian pondered a moment before speaking.

“Lucy. My name is Lucy.”

So the four siblings decided they would tell their parents in just a few days. After their dad got home from work he often turned on the radio listening to the news about how it looked like a war was about to break out. Susan let Lucy wear some of her old clothes for the reveal. Lucy said she wanted to be their daughter and sister when the time came. One evening Peter came down to set it.

“Mum. Dad.” Peter said getting his parents attention. “This something you need to know.” Peter looked nervous and both his parents noticed.

“What's the matter, son” His father said putting down a newspaper. Peter felt little sick and was gulping. He could fell a little sweat too. He was worried this wouldn't work out and his parents would send Lucy to an insane asylum. What would happen then? Would his father walk in and say. “My son thinks he's a girl. Fix him!” Lucy would walked out worse and truly insane. Peter found his voice.

“It's about your daughter.”

“Susan? What's wrong with her?” Helen looked worried.

“Not Susan. I mean Lucy. Your daughter Lucy.” Both his father and Helen looked at each other like he was walking on water.

“What do you mean? Who's Lucy” His father asked.

“I think you better see.” He gestured to the other room and Susan and Edmund entered.

“Mum. Dad.” Susan said. “We'd like you to meet your daughter Lucy.” She threw her hand in the doorway and “Lucy” walked in. Helen gasped and their father's jaw dropped when they saw what their son was wearing. Helen found her voice first.

“Lucian! Why on Earth are you wearing those clothes?” Lucy took a deep breath and started talking.

“Because I'm a girl. I'm not a boy like you think I am.”

“What are you talking about.” Their father looked astonished.

“My name is Lucy. I'm your daughter. Your son Lucian isn't real. He's just pretend. I'm really a girl.”

“Lucian.” Helen said. “I don't know who put you up to this but get out of those clothes now! We will discuss this later I promise you that.”

“No! I'm a girl so I'm wearing this!” Lucy said starting to cry.

“Lucian. Now.” Helen said firmly.

“Mom.” Peter cut in. “I know this is confusing but trust me when Lucy is telling the truth.”

“She's our sister.” Susan continued.

“And your daughter.” Edmund closed.

“He is not a girl!” Helen said. “I don't know what's going on here but it stops here!”

“I'm telling the truth, Mum.” Lucy tried. Helen looked at her husband.

“Will you please talk some sense into him.” Their dad looked at Lucy who was crying. He looked at the other kids and Helen before speaking.

“How...how long have you felt this way?” Helen looked shocked.

“A very long time. I know I'm a girl. I just feel it inside. I think even Jesus knows I'm a girl. If you can't accept me as a girl now.” Lucy bring out a knife. Everyone gasped. The siblings had now idea this was planned.

“Then you will have no choice once I fix myself.”

“Lucian!” Helen cried. Before anything could happen the other siblings grabbed the knife and took it. Lucy was on the floor crying as her siblings comforted her.

“Kids.” Their father said. “Your mom and I need some time alone. Make sure Lucian...Lucy is kept well.” The siblings nodded and left the room. After a long discussion it was decided that Lucian could be Lucy for a while. Her mum bought her some of her own dresses to wear. Soon things seemed really good. Soon the War broke out and their dad had to fight in it.

“I'll only be gone a while.” He said. “When I get back we'll go on vacation. I'll be showing everyone my 4 beautiful children. My two sons and two daughters.” Lucy hugged her dad and the others joined in. After he left Helen came to accept Lucy as her daughter completely. She enjoyed having a mother-daughter relationship with her.

When the Kids went to Narnia later Lucy asked Aslan a question.

“Why was I born wrong?” Lucy asked. “Why wasn't I born a real girl?” Aslan looked at her and spoke.

“Maybe you were born to prove you are a girl even if you were born differently.”

“Even so I'll never be a real girl.”

“Does the prophecy not say there are two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve? Not three sons of Adam and 1 daughter of Eve? In my eyes you are a girl as much as your heart says you are.”

Lucy would spend time in both Narnia and the real world. There were still boy things she liked, She liked weapons for one. She liked both knives and arrows. She also liked to battle. As a queen she felt it was her duty to protect her kingdom. Narnia never knew of a boy name Lucian. She was already Lucy. In time Lucian was forgotten in the real world. She was Queen Lucy the Valiant.

[maremartinelli]

ADULT MATTER

Edmund Pevensie X fem!reader

Summary: In which in a meeting with the Pevensie brothers, Y/n and Ed talk about a situation they went through together.

Words: 1.3K+

Warnings: Mention of pregnancy, condoms, adult subjects (???) is not obscenity, but there is a mention. And Caspian is among them, you can imagine him coming to their world after Ed's last visit to Narnia, or where Narnia never existed. Decide!! MODERN AU

Author: English is not my first language, I apologize for any spelling or typing errors. I hope you have fun and check out my list of imagines.

MASTERLIST

It was university holidays and all the Pevensies took advantage of the opportunity to go to Edmund and Y/n's small apartment. Which they shared and was located practically inside the campus where they studied.

While the conversation came and went, night had already fallen and dawn was present.

Lucy was lying on the sofa with her feet on her older brother - Peter's lap. Susan and Caspian were sitting on the smaller sofa while the brunette had his arm around the older Pevensie sister and Edmund was sitting on the armchair with Y/n sitting on his lap. Every now and then the boy would put his hands on his beloved's back and caress her.

Everyone had a mug of tea in their hands as they talked about a subject that Lucy insisted on not participating in.

"Peter is how old? 26? I'm sure the first time was when he was 25" Edmund makes fun of his older brother and makes the others laugh.

Peter just rolls his eyes, smiling and slowly pats his little sister's feet, who had her feet on his lap.

"Funny you guys" he says and the rest smile more. "Actually, it was 23..." Peter speaks more quietly and laughs.

"Almost the same thing" Caspian comments and they laugh.

Peter gets in on the act too, it wasn't a secret for any of them. As he had already said it himself a few years ago.

"And it was with my fiancee. I was waiting for the right person. So no problem!!!" he holds up his finger for explanation and they explode with cuteness. Peter just rolls his eyes and smiles shyly.

"Hazel really is a sweet person. We like her" Susan says and they nod their heads in agreement.

Edmund runs his hands over Y/n's back, making her look at the brunette. He smiles passionately and she responds with another smile.

He whispers something in his girlfriend's ear and she smiles in agreement.

With that, silence prevailed in the room where they were and each one took their mug to their mouth to take a sip of tea.

"Did I ever tell you about the day I thought I was pregnant?" Y/n drops the bomb in the air and smiles at them. As if it were a simple case.

Which at the time it wasn't. But it had really passed, why not make a joke out of the situation?!

That said, everyone in the room chokes on their hot tea and looks at Y/n, while Ed laughs at the situation and Lucy, who was almost asleep, gets up from the sofa and looks at her sister-in-law, leaning on her elbow.

"What???" Susan asks amusedly and doesn't hide a smile on her lips.

"I didn't even know that Ed did certain things" Peter shrugs and takes another sip of tea.

Edmund looks perplexed and throws the pillow. Clearly making a mistake and almost hitting the flower vase on Peter's side.

"Wait a minute" Caspian gets ready on the sofa and looks closely at the girl who was his sister-in-law too. "Explain this story better" he says and leans in again, bringing Susan closer to him.

"Please, because even Lucy woke up with this news." Peter gestures with his hands and points to his younger sister.

Y/n smiles and then sits on the arm of the chair to tell the best story. Thus leaving her feet on her boyfriend's thighs.

"The scare was about 6 months ago, more or less-"

"Damn, we would already know the sex of the baby by now" Caspian smiles happily and is pinched by his girlfriend.

"Shut up, Cas. Let her explain. I'm interested in that" Susan says and they laugh.

"Continuing. At the time I had a lot of discomfort, headache, anxiety, a lot of sleep, little energy, and my period was late. But that's normal, it was never regular. But then the other symptoms came and I started "

"MY GOD" Caspian interrupts Y/n again with a surprised face and attracts everyone's attention.

"What's . your . problem." Susan pushes him on the couch. "Let the girl finish"

"You're a bunch of gossips, that's for sure" Edmund says smiling and gets up to get more tea from the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Lucy was still leaning on her elbows and listening carefully to Y/n and Peter was leaning against the sofa listening to everything very well.

Everyone was very excited to hear that gossip. Even more so coming from your brother and his girlfriend of years.

"Coming back again...it was positive and of course I was nervous, you know. We know what we did, but it was still a shock. We're still in college and everything would be crazy. Then Ed arrived from his internship at night and I clarified everything and I said I would keep the baby if that was what the test said. But I was still hesitant, and the next morning Ed went with me to do a blood test and when the result came back it was negative. The girl said it was probably the one from the pharmacy was a false positive and the one from blood is practically 100% correct. But seriously, I almost died that weekend with the fake news" Y/n finishes explaining and Ed arrives with their mugs of tea.

The girl thanks her kindly and raises her feet so Edmund can sit back in the armchair.

"Fuck" Caspian sighs and quickly looks at the others in the room. "If it were me I would have passed out."

"Well, that's almost what happened to me" Edmund says smiling and shaking his shoulders.

"Wow..." The only thing that comes out of Lucy's mouth before she lies down on the sofa again and tries to absolve the story.

"Okay, but what about the other symptoms you were experiencing?" Peter asks curiously.

"It was a virus" Y/n says and they laugh.

"Yes, then the other week I was pregnant, I mean, with the virus too" Edmund says and they laugh.

Everyone drinks some more of their tea and Peter turns to talk to his younger sister.

"You see how important it is to use condoms, Lucy. That way you won't risk going through what Y/n went through"

Lucy grimaces and sinks onto the couch.

"It would be better to use a condom and take morning-after pills. That's what we're doing from that day onwards" Y/n shrugs and slides into the armchair, to sit again on Edmund's thighs.

"No!!" Susan looks at her sister-in-law. "It's even better-"

"Diu" the two say together and Y/n snaps her finger at Susan.

"That's it, do all that" Y/n agrees and looks at Lucy.

"Thank you so much guys, I'll write this down for when I'm MARRIED!!" She stands up and emphasizes married.

"I doubt you'll wait until you're married." Edmund whispers while drinking tea from his mug.

"Ed!!" Peter says and holds back his laugh.

"It's true, look at me. I'm dating Y/n for what?? We're 22... WE'VE BEEN DATING FOR 8 YEARS, WE CAN'T WAIT!!" He does the math on his fingers and then speaks.

"Very good Ed, but I don't think they needed to know your opinion" Y/n pats her boyfriend's shoulder twice before taking another sip. "Wait a second!!" She says and everyone looks at her, but Y/n only looked at Edmund. "If you couldn't wait until the wedding, what are you doing that you don't ask me for one?" Y/n says and his eyes widen.

"I'm going to stay quiet now" Caspian grumbles and Susan glares at him.

"I'm on my own, I've already asked my girlfriend to marry me and we're going to get married in 3 months" Peter leans on the sofa and looks at his brother and his girlfriend.

"Do you want me to order?" Ed jokes.

"What do you think!!" Y/n exclaims.

Edmund kisses the woman's cheek.

"It's okay, one day I'll catch you by surprise anyway"

Of course, Edmund thought about marrying Y/n. Look at everything they went through during all these 8 years here and another 15 in Narnia. If he didn't do this, the boy's brothers would throw him out of the house.

And Ed already had this idea before she even brought it up. And 2 weeks later, the brothers Pevensie and Caspian helped Edmund organize their marriage proposal. It was everything Y/n always dreamed of.

Author: I find it incredible that all the ideas for these stories come to me in the early hours of the morning, when I should be sleeping.

[delicatel0vers]

Confessions pt. 2

Edmund pevensie X Reader

Summary: Things between Edmund and Y/N have seemed to have smoothed over, but she can't shake the feeling that Lucy and Susan may have been right...

A/N: i had the whole thing typed out, and then it kicked my off and didnt save anything😭👎 but here's pt. 2, finally. it's short:)

Part 1

"Edmund! Wait up!" Y/n exclaims chasing the boy along the beach. He had finally stopped ignoring her, and it was back to normal between the two.

"No, come on Y/n!!" Edmund says laughing as his feet hit the water. The girl stops and takes a moment to study the boy as the sunlight glistens against his fair skin, his hair blowing slightly with the breeze. Ethereal she thinks to herself before running to him. "Took you long enough!" He teases and splashes some water up at her.

"Oh you're so on Pevensie!" She squeals before leaning down and splashing a handful back at the boy with a mischievous grin. He shakes his head smiling before (poorly) running after her through the water. Laughing and splashing the whole time. Edmund catches Y/n in the water and holds her close. His heart pounding so hard she can feel it against her chest. breathing heavily she looks up at him,

"I've missed this, us. I didnt mean to make you upset these past few weeks if thats what it was Ed, I'm just happy to have my best friend back," He pulls away, and looks at her with guilt,

"Y/n I'm sorry. You didn't make me upset, I just," he trails off thinking over what he's to say to the girl to make her believe it's not her fault.

Peter and Caspian had always teased the younger boy about his best friend, over any and everything.

He'd save her spot at the table beside him, and "ooos" could be heard from the two snickering boys across the table.

Once he'd finished a book and had annotated it for her as a birthday present. She was so happy with it she gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him turn ripe red.

"Did you see that? He's a red as a tomato!" Peter exclaimed with a shit eating grin nudging Caspian.

"Do you want one from me as well Ed?" Caspian said laughing, simply making the poor lovesick boy shrink back with embarrassment.

Even thinking about it now makes him cringe. He had just been so angry with them that he stopped talking to Y/n all together to avoid the teasing remarks. He feels terrible about it now, but with all the time away from her, he's come to realize he really does have feelings for the girl. Sighing, he shakes his head.

"Look, it really isn't your fault at all. I was just so sick and tired of the constant teasing I got about you from Caspian and Peter. I know that isn't a reason to avoid you, and I feel horrible about it honestly. Distancing myself from you has been terrible and boring and I wish to never do it again. It made me realize some things though Y/n." He takes a breath, "I am in love with you, truly and completely in love with you. I mean of course I am, you're so kind and understanding. You're lovely and funny. My family loves you. You're the only person I feel comfortable around one hundred percent of the time. I feel no need to hide any part of me from you. Y/n I don't know what I was thinking when I tried to push you away. I just know I don't want it to happen anymore, and I understand if you don't feel the same way and just want to be friends, but I need you to know I love you. So much and that I'm so sorry for making you think you did anything wrong."

He looks at her, scanning her face for a sign of resentment or disgust. Only to see her break out into a huge grin. She pushes him,

"You idiot!" She exclaims shaking her head, "Honestly Edmund, how stupid do you have to be to not realize that I've been in love with you for months." His eyes widen,

"what?" he questions her, "that's not funny. Did Peter put you up to this?" She shakes her head,

"No. Edmund Pevensie I am in awe of you. From your goofy grin to the bed head of yours, I love it all." She smiles at him.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, his voice small, "Please?" A smile breaks out on her face and she nods. She'd thought about what'd it be like to kiss Edmund many times. It was nothing like this, this was everything and so much more. He was gentle, his lips soft against her own. Her hands went to his hair, and he smiled into the kiss before pulling away.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He says and she nods,

" I think I know how you feel," she laughs, "and for future reference. Don't ignore me again." she pushes him lightly, and he grins,

"I won't, I promise." He says as they start to walk back to the castle hand in hand.

[donde-quiera]

○ WHEN FALLING FOR YOU ⨟ HEADCANONS

peter pevensie x gn!reader — aslan help him. ↬ fluff!

• ha whipped

• boy oh boy who would have thought that rallying armies and talking to someone you fancy would be two entirely different battles.

• he’s painfully aware of how his High King™️ persona falters around you.

• he wants so badly to exude that regal composure and charm, but instead he's clearing his throat to stall for time to articulate properly after you hold his gaze for too long.

• he’s mortified and more than a little vexed. you think it’s endearing.

• truth is, between stumbling through wars and acting as the head of narnian nobility he hasn’t had the chance to really court someone.

• lucy brings up the topic most often and he humors her by rolling his eyes and saying he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there.

• (except he is now falling off that bridge.)

• he always held you in high regard and in the back of his mind he dreaded the inevitable moment those feelings softed into romantic attraction.

• now they have and it sucks. he’s conflicted and may avoid you for a bit because he's very aware of the implications of courting a king. the high king. of narnia.

• this kinda backfires on him though because the more he withdraws the more worried you get, and the more he can imagine you next to him in cair paravel.

• so finally — for once — he goes to susan.

• after hearing him out she tells him you might not even feel the same anyway dummy to stop being so serious about it. he may be high king but that doesn’t mean he has to pressure himself into finding narnia’s next addition to the throne room. he has to decide if he’s even happy with the person first. (and to put a little more faith in you too. if there’s anyone who would be understanding about the situation it would be you.)

• she’s right so with that in mind he lets himself stare at you from across the courtyard more often.

• his attention has wandered to you on more than one occasion during council gatherings and he’ll blink when someone finally asks his opinion.

• “is . . . his highness feeling al-” “yes — do continue.”

• now susan probably off-handedly told lucy, and lucy immediately told edmund. (god no.)

• edmund finds the entire situation beyond amusing and will proceed to raise actual hell for his brother.

• peter’s blood pressure is that much higher because of this.

• edmund will ask you to help look for something in a room he knows peter just entered.

• or one time in the middle of a social event after lucy complimented your newly sewn clothes, “i agree, the color is quite befitting. what do you think, peter? do you think the color is quite befitting?”

• peter’s glare would have been sharper if he wasn’t coughing into his drink.

• gremlin behavior.

• if you’re on the quieter side he always gets the room to shut up settle down so you can share your thoughts;

• which doesn’t take much because most of the courtesans consider you his betrothed anyway jfjdjd

• “your grace was most eloquent during the meeting this morning.” “oh, thank you . . . but i’m not-” “royalty? i beg your pardon; i merely presumed!” which leaves you oddly flattered and very confused.

• if you adjust the tunic of his armor, tap his visor, and wish him luck for a tournament he’ll give you a tight-lipped smile before tugging it down and striding away to hide his warm cheeks.

• god help whoever has the audacity to smartmouth you around him. though not that anyone would, considering both your reputations among the narnians but also because if anyone did they’d be in for a cold shot of english sarcasm.

• lucy thinks you guys are the cutest and he’s much more accepting of her comments compared to ed’s teasing.

• but joke's on you because if edmund is in charge of teasing peter, lucy is the one poking you.

• “so what do you think of peter?” “well, he’s brave, decisive, and-” “yes, yes, of course, but what do you really think of him?”

• she’s all smiley when you avert your eyes and say you guess you’re fond of him.

• susan is just happy to have another level head around and thinks you’re good for her brother plus you don’t put up with his shit

• you’re the only one he listens to.

• when he inevitably loses his patience with someone one disappointed look from you has him begrudgingly apologizing, and the siblings aren’t sure whether to be jealous or impressed.

• cue them occasionally taking advantage of this because when else are they gonna get this opportunity?

• “peter said i shouldn’t ride side saddle!” “what? peter, why?” “because she’s more likely to fall off that way.” “your sister has endured a lot worse than falling off a horse, pete.” “see?” “oh, alright.”

• even susan, “i think we should make camp by the stream.” “yes, but the trees provide more shelter from the wind.” “flowers grow close to the stream.” she says it like it's obvious. his finger taps his sheath. he’s looking at the water. “you could give a flower to-” “fine.”

• he did give you that flower. it was purple and you liked it a lot. what you didn’t notice was lucy giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up from behind a bush and susan elbowing ed for rolling his eyes.

— con amor; drink your water or i’ll find you <3

[thepremedthatwrites]

On the House (pt. 2)

summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 1 | part 3

The next Saturday all four siblings were in the cafe, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the mystery girl who had managed to catch the heart of the eldest of them. They all turned to said eldest expectantly as the clock on the wall read 12:50. He rolled his eyes but still made his way to the register. He could feel his siblings constantly throw him glances with each second that ticked by, but the burning sensation of their stares was muted by his excitement to see the girl again. There was something about her mannerisms that made her likeness get stuck in his mind like a mouse caught in a glue trap. 

He liked that she would always order the same thing, the sense of schedule and reliability pleasing to him. The way she would hunch over her book when she got to a good part would have made his mother gasp in horror, but he couldn’t help but smile at how engrossed she could get in her book. And how her fingers would linger just one second longer than what would be considered normal as she took her change made his heart start to race. But not because he had any romantic feelings for her. No. He just found it interesting the way she acted. He had never met someone like her before. That was all.

The sound of the door closing broke him from his thoughts and before he knew it, she was standing in front of him. The girl was delightfully surprised to see the cute boy standing at the register again. She enjoyed the sound of his voice and found herself taking longer to order when she was with him, even though she always got the same thing. But what if she wanted coffee instead of tea? And how do they get the lavender flavor so expertly infused into the scone? With each question, the boy always gave a well informed and precise answer, but she didn’t care about that. She only cared to hear his voice for a bit longer. And those eyes. She could never get tired of seeing his eyes that held an ocean. They could be angry and wild at one moment (usually when he was dealing with his siblings) or calm and soft the next (like when he was looking at her). She had a feeling that she would drown in them if she weren’t careful. She also had a feeling she wouldn’t be the first to do so.

She approached the register, already having her order in mind. “One lavender scone and an earl grey with a splash of honey?” the boy asked. The girl froze in her steps, not sure what to say. She didn’t think she had come enough times for him to remember her order.

“That would be correct,” she replied, taking out her wallet. 

“Could I get a name for that?” the boy asked. Again, the girl was surprised. They had never asked for her name before. She studied the boy’s face, trying to tell if this was his way of flirting or not. His face was straight, no emotion shown at all.

“(Y/n),” she replied. 

“Perfect, (y/n),” the boy said, his voice slowing down as he got to her name. He smiled. “I’ll have that out for you in a second.” 

“Thank you.” She turned around and walked to her usual table by the window. She stole one last glance at the cute boy before focusing on her book.

“Oh, you are so in love!” the youngest exclaimed as Peter started to make the drink.

“Oh, shut it Lu,” he grumbled, yet he turned to look at (y/n) who was now reading her book. (Y/n). What a beautiful name. He mouthed her name, enjoying the way it bounced around his mouth and rolled off his tongue. He smiled softly as he thought of how it felt to say it aloud. 

“You’re grinning like an idiot,” Edmund said as he plated the scone. 

“It’s called working in customer service,” Peter replied. Before he could grab the scone, Lucy snatched it from the counter before grabbing the tea from Peter’s hand. 

“While you two bicker, I’m going to meet my future sister-in-law,” she said before turning around and walking towards the table quick enough that Peter couldn’t hold her back. “Earl grey and lavender scone?”

“Oh, thank you.” The girl was surprised, usually it was the cute boy who delivered the food to her. 

“Of course! You know, my oldest brother Peter, he’s the one with the blond hair,” she paused to turn and point to him, (y/n)’s gaze following, “says you come here every Saturday at precisely one o’clock. Is there a reason for that?”

“Oh no, it just ends up being the only time that fits in my schedule and I like..” (y/n) got distracted for a moment as she watched Peter slap away who she assumed to be his brother’s hand, “the food. It’s delicious. And so is the tea!”

“Mmhmm,” Lucy said, a grin growing on her face. “Well I’m happy you like our food so much and I hope you continue to be a regular.” And with that, she turned around and walked back to the counter. (Y/n) shrugged, assuming the girl was only trying to make small talk to raise the ratings for the cafe, and returned to her book, periodically taking breaks to have her scone and tea.

[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

[ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell]

The Chronicles of Narnia Masterlist

Caspian

The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era series

Summary: Five Royals ruled over Narnia, crowned by Aslan himself. Their story is legend throughout all the land. A great detail of note is that these Kings and Queens are from another world. The fifth is even more odd - for she came from the same world as the others, but from an entirely different century.

When this small family is separated by time, it seems unlikely that they will ever meet again. But Aslan’s will is a tricky thing. Will the five be able to cope in this new Narnia, when everything they knew has gone, and a Telmarine Prince makes a bid for the throne?

Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Magic, Major Character Death

Read on Ao3 (x Reader)

Read on Quotev (x OC)

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Additional Content:

I made a playlist

Another playlist courtesy of @thefairywanderer !

Edmund Pevensie

Captain of the Guard one shot

Summary: A mysterious knight shows up and challenges the King to a duel. This stranger turns out to be connected to the royals' past.

Peter Pevensie

Some Things Are Meant to Be one shot

Summary: Peter is in love with you, but he thinks you love Edmund.

The Lady of Calormen one shot

Summary: The High King of Narnia is betrothed to a Calormen noblewoman. The entire kingdom is on edge, waiting to see what she will be like. After meeting her, however, Peter finds something stirring inside.

A Lovely Night one shot

Summary: Overwhelmed by royal duties, Peter starts to notice that he's slowly losing the one that means the most. What can be done to win her back?

Peter Pevensie comforting you after a nightmare (Golden Age) imagine

[narcissisticmf]

just take a break | peter pevensie x fem!reader

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

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

word count: 1.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You close, love?" He whispered shakily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[an-angels-fury]

I am short of breath, standing next to you

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Summary: 5 things Caspian knows about Peter (+ 1 thing he doesn't)

Inspired by this poem

(Also posted on AO3)

P.S.: Fic's title is taken from the lyrics of the song "Heart" by Sleeping at Last

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1. He touches you and you light on fire. Your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. The burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. It's so hard to breathe. You’re suffocating daily.

You're shocked when you meet your beloved childhood hero in person and realize he's not at all what you expected. When you blew that magical horn, you didn't imagine the High King would turn out to be an arrogant, hot-headed teenage boy who curiously didn't look any older than you. The two of you are caught by surprise in the forest and end up exchanging blows with your swords. He punches you in the mouth, you knock him down with a kick to the stomach, and then, the fight stops and you both finally have a chance to talk. But, in the end, all you get are sarcastic comments and scornful looks.

You never thought that the first facet you would see of the High King would be his anger. You never thought you would fall victim to his fury and hostility. You also never thought that when you faced him, all you would see is your own image reflected in someone else's soul. It's no wonder that every time he pushes you against the wall, you feel a familiar warmth beneath your clothes. It's a fire so blazing that it penetrates beyond your armor and you swear you can still feel the burns on your neck right where their fingers grabbed you by the collar.

But then, the days pass, you get closer, and the High King's face no longer carries hatred, only guilt, hurt and, somehow, understanding. During this time, you get to know another side of him, a gentle and caring side. But what surprises you most is the presence of fire that remains in his touch even in these moments. You paralyze when the High King rests his hand on your shoulder. Your wrist throbs as he holds your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. You lose your breath and your cheeks become hot and red every time the palm of that hand caresses your face - you even worry if it’s possible to see the mark imprinted on your skin. But you never run away. You never run away because, as lethal as he is, he also makes you stronger.

He is fire, dangerous and mesmerizing. He is wild as a forest fire and calm as a flickering candle flame. He has the power to destroy entire kingdoms until there is nothing left but ruins and to warm poor hearts lost in the midst of loneliness and despair. He is a mix of contradictions and you have never been so intrigued and fascinated by someone's existence in your entire life.

You start to wonder what would happen if he tried to kiss you. Would you melt? Would you suffocate from the smoke blown into your lungs? Would your body turn to ash in his hands? Or would you too become fire itself?

The search for an answer has never sounded so tempting. And you are more than willing to take that risk.

2. It hurts to watch him. He shines. He's brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. It's hard to look at him. It’s even harder to look away from him. You’re going blind.

He's not handsome in the way you imagined him to be.

You mean, he is handsome - beautiful, actually - but he's something totally different from what you thought you knew. He's not a tall, deep-chested man. Sometimes his sword feels too big and too heavy in his hand, although he can wield it with the dexterity and agility of a general. The bangs of his hair fall awkwardly across his forehead and his features are as pale as porcelain. You fear that one sudden movement will be enough to make the delicate surface of his face crack.

He is beautiful like a shattered mirror - fragile, but still capable of making you bleed -, beautiful like a mosaic - a work of art made up of pieces of the most varied colors and too complex to be understood by shallow minds - and beautiful like a blade sharp - a weapon forged by the glowing embers of war. And, like each of them, he is beautiful because of the way he reflects and spreads light. He is light: heavenly, radiant and giving life to everything around him. His blonde locks are made of sun rays and even his scars are painted gold. He is the eternal light in your life filled with darkness.

He is god, devil and sinner in a single body made of marble and flesh and bone. He is the perfect combination of boy and man, human and divine, and that is what makes him so beautiful in your mortal eyes.

3. Your ears are tuned to his voice. You could pick him out in a sea of thousands. His voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. His voice makes everything else sound ugly.

The voice of the High King is a force of nature. One word from him is enough to silence an entire crowd. Even the birds interrupt their daily singing just to listen to what their noble ruler has to say.

It doesn't matter how much you disagree with his orders and commands or the need you always feel to contradict him, to tell him he is wrong or mistaken or acting hastily. His wish is the final decision and there is nothing you, a mere orphan prince with no experience when it comes to leadership, can do to change that. And worst of all, you also can't help but feel drawn to his presence every time he opens his mouth. Maybe that's why you always find a reason to fight with him: it's the way you managed to get his attention and listen to him a little more, even if it meant becoming the target of his irritation and disdain.

Amid the chaos of conflict, you hear his battle cry echo reaching beyond the mountains and the western woods and your heart shakes as if struck by lightning. The beat of thunder runs through your veins and you're sure you've never felt as powerful and as brave as you do now. The wait is over: you are awake, at last.

But then, when there is no more fighting, when there are no more enemies to defeat or innocent blood to be shed, he calls you and you remember how to breathe again - oh, you had no idea your name could ever sound so lovely. This time, when the High King asks if you are okay, his voice is as sweet as the melody of a river current, washing your hands and your mind of any trace of death, agony or suffering. It drives away your demons and cleanses your spirit of any kind of fear.

The truth is that not even the most majestic choir of angels compares to the way his voice makes your soul weep.

4. The color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. He is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. You’re drowning, always sinking. Down, down, down.

His eyes were the first thing that caught your attention when you first met him.

You've never seen a pair of eyes as blue as his. It's a blue so vivid and so intense that you're sure you can see something moving behind the surface of those pupils, as if they were round glass windows that revealed everything he wanted to say, but didn’t. He couldn’t say it because there were no words to describe all the feelings that tormented him, the memories that haunted him and didn't allow him to let his guard down.

You always discover something new every time your eyes meet his, as if you were immersed in an unknown universe and, when you return to reality, you come back transformed. You watch carefully as they take on a different hue according to the state of his emotions, but never completely straying from the old blue. When he finds himself melancholic or contemplative, his eyes turn gray like mist on a cloudy afternoon. When he is angry, they darken until they are almost black, giving off sudden flashes like a stormy night in the middle of the sea. When he is happy, his eyes light up like the morning sky.

You rarely see the High King cry - a king could never afford to show weakness, not when the fate and hope of a nation rested on his shoulders - but on those few occasions, you notice a lone tear run down his cheek, like a drop of dew, before he turns around and covers his face. His sadness is an autumn drizzle: quiet and silent, but no less real. You pretend you don't notice, but you know. You want to go to him and comfort him, tell him everything is okay. You want him to know that he doesn't have to hide in the shadows alone. You want to hold his face in your hands and dry his tears, hoping that that gesture would be enough to chase away his sorrows, even if just for a moment.

You also rarely saw the High King smile, but when he did, the genuineness and sincerity couldn't be more tangible. His eyes reveal the beauty of twilight, where the light of the Sun meets the shine of the stars and, suddenly, everything takes on meaning. His three dear siblings, the most precious people in his life and who give meaning to his entire existence, are the only ones who can bring this magic to light. You just watch them from a distance, dreaming of the desire to be blessed with that cerulean gaze falling over you like crystal waters. But that would never happen. After all, what does a little boy like you mean to a man as magnificent as him?

You look into the eyes of the High King and understand why he was crowned after the clear northern skies. You look him in the eyes and finally understand what love is. You just hope that someday you will be worthy of it.

5. You know him. You love him. Through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. You love him, till death do you part.

Ever since you were little, you've always loved playing games of make believe.

What you loved most about it was imagining scenarios in which you knew the High King from the myths and legends that your tutor told you. You would see him arriving on a white steed, sword in sheath and golden crown on his head, and he would come towards you, smiling and putting his strong arm around your small shoulders, as if he were greeting an old friend. He treated you like you were someone special and you really believed that - you needed to. Then, he would invite you to meet his siblings - the other kings and queens of Narnia - and the two of you would ride off into the sunset to the castle of Cair Paravel. You were happy and free and most of all, loved.

Your story was already written in the constellations. You heard them lulling you with sweet bedtime stories and their words reminded you that you weren't alone. From the first time you looked up to the stars and made a wish, you had hope that better times were coming, that an extraordinary dream awaited you beyond the walls of the castle that had once been your home but now was nothing but a beautifully decorated prison.

Deep down, you always knew this would happen. Your paths were destined to cross. You were destined to fight against each other and then fight side by side. You were destined to find in each other what was missing in yourselves. And that's where the tragedy comes: you were destined to meet, get closer and fall in love, despite the adversities. But not even fate is powerful enough to save you two from the misfortune of your farewell or overcome the cruel inevitability of your parting.

You watch him walk away and, holding the scabbard of the sword he handed you firmly between your fingers, you promise silently, with certainty and determination, that you will find him again one way or another, even if it's the last thing you do. You will pray to the same stars every night to show you the way to the end of the world, where he will be calling to you, inviting you to join him on a new journey. And, even without knowing where this mysterious road will take you, you will take the High King’s hand and, as his devoted and faithful subject, you will follow him without hesitation. You will follow him no matter where he goes because, in the end, all paths lead back to him.

He is your direction. He is your guiding star and you wouldn't change a damn thing about it. You love him and that's all that matters.

( 6. He loves you, too. )

And this is the secret that the High King will never dare say out loud or even admit to himself.

It all started with a strange shiver in his chest when he saw you, as if his heart had suffered some kind of nervous tic, if something like that was possible. It was a new and intriguing and extremely uncomfortable feeling. He had no idea what that was or why it became more and more constant as time went by, but an echoing voice in his mind told him that it had all to do with you. You made his blood boil, his legs tremble and his forehead sweat coldly. You made him feel confused, helpless and, most of all, out of control and he hated that. He hated you and the person he was when you were around... or at least that's what he thought.

Unfortunately, both the flames of love and hate burn hotly. And sometimes, they fight against each other within us to the point that they merge and it is no longer possible to distinguish which is which.

And then he finds you under the spell of the witch, about to resurrect ancient evil to destroy another evil, and his heart fills with dread. He runs up to you, his sword in hand, and knocks you out of the way. He had already paid the price for the lives of his soldiers out of pure pride and selfishness, but he would not allow you to condemn yourself and all of Narnia. He wouldn't lose you too.

But he almost falls into the same trap. He almost gives in to the desire for revenge, the thirst for blood, until the ice wall shatters and all that's left is disappointment and frozen splinters at his feet. You two are left alone with your sins and, when you look at each other, suddenly everything becomes clear. In the end, you are not as different as he imagined. You both already knew grief and the terrible emptiness that comes with it. You both know how painful the burden is of carrying all the weight of the world, along with its expectations, on your shoulders and trying hard every day not to let yourself be shaken by the fear of failure. But now, all that's left for you is to learn to trust each other and, who knows, try to find some comfort in this still unstable connection.

You still don't understand exactly how the alliance between you and the High King turned into something more, and the truth is that neither does he. You don't notice the way his eyes light up when he finds you in the crowd, always admiring you when you're not paying attention. You don't see the pride in the small smile that forms on his lips when the Great Lion crowns you as the new ruler of Narnia. You don't know that the High King can't even imagine someone with a kinder heart and a purer soul than you to take the throne that once belonged to him. You also don't know that you've given him a new reason to keep fighting beyond the call of duty. You gave him the most valuable gift any tired soldier could ever wish for: peace and security in a lifetime of war.

But your love is not that of a fairy tale. And you only become aware of this when he turns his back and goes through the magical portal in the tree along with his siblings, his form, always elegant and imposing, melting into the air. You feel something break inside your rib cage, a wound that will never heal, a scar that will never fade as long as you live. And pain will be the only proof that he was ever real.

This is not an epic story that will be told by poets and young lovers through the centuries, but just a wasted opportunity that will soon be lost in the privacy of your dreams and illusions. You will live the rest of your lives looking back, hoping to find the world of possibilities that you two were forced to leave behind, but all you will hear is the lament of the wind blowing in your ears:

"What if…"

And despite being worlds apart, the two of you will whisper back in unison:

“Maybe in another life.”

[chrisili]

Till next time | pt.1

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: Prince Caspian and his maid escaped from his uncles castle. After reuniting with the Narnians and unexpected visitors, Y/N learns how to sword fight, how to be tough and how to love.

Warnings: spoilers if you haven’t watched/read Prince Caspian, cursing

Genre: angst, fluff, rom-com

Word count: 4,6k

A.N.: I am a Peter girly but… when you have three Narnia one shots written and two of them are Edmund related, do you actually deserve that title? Anyways, I changed Edmund’s age a little bit because it is a fan fiction and I can and because it’s gonna be a thing in the second part. Yes, a second part. I planned this as one only but it seems too long and rushed and doesn’t make a lot of sense to keep it in one part, so yeah enjoy!

Masterlist | pt.2: coming soon

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“A son! A son! Lady Prunaprismia has this night given Lord Miraz a son!” The mans voice echoed behind Prince Caspian and his maid Y/N. They had just exchanged their last words with Cornelius, Caspians teacher, before riding out of the castle. With a concerned look he stops his horse, Prince Caspian moves his head to the right, looking at her. She just puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a reassuring smile, even if she was scared to the bones herself. He sighs deeply and nudges Destriers side for him to run off again. While being followed by Miraz’s men, Y/N was holding on to Caspian while looking back terrified.

Prince Caspian rode both of them into the woods until Destrier kicked off his back. Them on the ground now, they immediately started to get surrounded by two dwarfs, names Trumpkin and Nikabrik and a badger, Trufflehunter. Trumpkin would be taken in by the Telmarines while Caspian would blow Queen Susans old horn, given to him by Cornelius. Later they were both sleeping in the little home of the badger and the black dwarf, which was in fact, the inside of a tree.

Y/N already sat awake at the dining table with Trufflehunter and Nikabrik, all three waiting for Prince Caspian to wake up. She was a lovely girl, always smiling and always kind. She had a lot of things to be thankful for and although a lot of those things have now been taken away from her, she was still with Caspian and that was all she needed.

“This bread is so stale.” Said Nikabrik while tearing the bread into two halves, not giving the other half to Y/N. He didn’t like Y/N, it was nothing personal, she was one of them and that was reason enough.

“I’ll just give him some soup. He should be coming around soon.” Said a different voice, Trufflehunter. While the young prince had already woken up and was now silently walking in the direction the voices were coming from, was the badger giving Y/N some soup already. She nodded her head smiling and said, “thank you very much.”

“I don’t think I hit him hard enough,” replied Nikabrik and Y/N swallowed hastily, “I think that you shouldn’t talk so foul of the Prince while he is sleeping just in the same room as you are! Especially not in front of me!” She didn’t say it mean, arrogant or threatening.

“That is right and besides that, he is just a boy!” Replied Trufflehunter.

“He’s a Telmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you were gonna get rid of him.” Y/N, who had also just woken up a few minutes ago too, choked on her soup as she heard Nikabrik say that.

The badger looked softly at Y/N and then roughly back at Nikabrik, “No. I said I’d take care of him. We can’t kill him now. I just bandaged his head. It would be like murdering a guest!”

“How do you think his friends are treating their guest?” Nikabrik said while looking disgusted at Y/N.

“Trumpkin knew what he was doing, it’s not the boys fault or hers.” Just before Y/N could speak for herself, Prince Caspian jumped into the main ‘room’ grabbing one of the pokers by the fire and started to fight against Nikabrik.

“Hold it. No, no!” Yelled Trufflehunter.

“Your highness! They are Narnians, they are just trying to help!” Y/N said urgently, quickly getting up and extending her hands to calm Caspian down.

Both stopped fighting and Caspian looked at her with wide eyes. Nikabrik just scoffed and put his sword back. Y/N walked over to Caspian and he looked at her intensely waiting for a more in depth explanation. “Prince Caspian, this is Trufflehunter and this is Nikabrik. They helped us escape from your lord father’s soldiers, one was caught… but he will be alright, right?” She said looking around for an answer. “Right.” Said Trufflehunter who was now cleaning up the soup that was so sadly spilled all over the floor.

“Wait, hold on. Am I hearing this right? Prince? That disgusting piece of a man is your father then?” Said Nikabrik jumping up again holding out his sword but Prince Caspian defended himself immediately, “my uncle! And… he wants me dead.” Said Caspian now sadder than ever, having now realized in what kind of situation he really is.

Not shortly after, Prince Caspian and Y/N went out into the woods again looking for… well they didn’t really know themselves, more Narnians? In the hope for them to follow Caspian? To defeat Miraz?

“My lord!” Y/N yelled after Caspian while she was panting, hitting rocks and punching branches out of her way. “My lord please wait! I am not that fast, wearing a dress in the woods is not easy!” She said hopelessly but also slightly laughing at herself. Prince Caspian turns around and quickly runs up to her, helping her walking further extending an arm for her to hold on to it. Almost like he was her servant not the other way around.

“I really hope it’s gonna work.” Caspian said after a while, still walking close to his only friend. “My lord?” She looked at him questioning. Y/N, who unfortunately did not have the privilege of receiving the same education as the prince was visibly confused, she had no idea what he meant. “The horn Cornelius gave me. It’s supposed to help us, bring the four kings and queens back or… even Aslan.” Y/N only gasped at that and shook her head in disbelieve. She sincerely hoped that it was true but it seemed to far fetched to be real.

While they continued walking, they eventually noticed they were being followed by none other than Trufflehunter and Nikabrik. They later met Reepicheep, the bravest one foot tall mouse you’ll ever see in your living days. Soon they would talk to all the old Narnians and unite forces to fight against Miraz.

This time walking in the woods, Y/N found herself not only surrounded by Trufflehunter, Nikabrik and Prince Caspian. This time there were hundreds of other creatures with them and oddly enough, she had never felt safer in her life, in all those years in the castle than she did right now with bulls who could speak the same language as she did.

They continued walking until Caspian heard some footsteps, he extended an arm to symbolize for the others to stop and wait while he walked further, just a few seconds later Y/N heard blades hitting against each other. Metal on metal, Caspian was fighting and he was fighting someone skilled.

Y/N started running with the others, eager to help their hopefully soon to be king. When Y/N arrived in the heart of the forest, the weirdest thing happened. She saw four people she’d never seen before but one caught her eye specifically. The boy with the blue cloth and dark hair, he stood beside two girls, one seemingly younger and the other one older than him. Edmund the Just, she thought. Now having talked and laughed with the other creatures nights before, she now knew a lot more about the legends of old and she immediately saw. She kept starring at him until he eventually realized someone was watching him, their eyes met and he just looked at her. His gaze was hard to describe, he looked at her interested, fascinated even.

After first complications they followed Prince Caspian to Aslans Tomb. Days and days of planning and fighting followed, them getting into the castle, Caspian having a mental break down because of his father, High King Peter being helpless for losing so many soldiers and friends, things didn’t look too well and Y/N hated herself that she couldn’t do anything to help.

She was just on the edge of the forest collecting mushrooms and different kinds of herbs. She was so busy aggressively pulling out random weeds at this point that she didn’t even hear footsteps appearing behind her.

“You don’t look very happy.” A male voice said and without turning around, checking who it might have been she just answered.

“No. I. Am. Great,” she huffed pulling more and more after each word.

“Are you sure? Because you are killing the meadow…” The male voice replied and something happened Y/N really didn’t intend to happen. She pushed all her rage and anger at the poor man who was trying to comfort her.

“Listen, why don’t you just leave me alone and play swords like the other wanna be soldiers? I am sick and tired of you men trying to control everyone just because you are men! Your decisions have brought us nothing but misery and just because I am a woman doesn’t mean I am weak or less smart than any of you! So how about you fuck. Off!” She said while standing up and angrily turning around in the last part.

Her heart, soul and brain died at this exact moment at this exact spot.

In front of her stood King Edmund, the handsome young man she had liked since the day they met. They had not really spoken to each other yet so she couldn’t have known it was him. She clasped her mouth with both her hands while her eyes almost fell out. She didn’t know what to say and she hoped if she just stood still long enough, she would turn invisible and he’d leave.

That did in fact not happen.

Edmund stood there eyes almost as wide as hers. If you had talked to Edmund that way five years ago he would have yelled at you and made you hate yourself and your life, if you had talked to Edmund that way five years ago and you were a guy he would have probably thrown a punch at you right here right now.

But, judging by the fact that right now is not two years ago and that the person in front of him was not a random guy but a very beautiful, hardworking and usually lovely girl that he very much liked, he just nodded and said, “right, sorry to bother you.” With that he walked away. Well, until Y/N reached for his arm, not because she had anything to say, it was more of a reflex. He looked down his arm and then turned a little to look at her. She just looked at him like a fish who didn’t have enough water.

“I- I- I- I- I AM SO SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY ANY OF THAT. I MEAN I DID MEAN TO SAY ALL OF IT ACTUALLY BUT NOT TO YOU KING EDMUND I AM SO SORRY. I STEPPED OUT OF LINE WAY TO MUCH, EXECUTE ME, PUNISH ME, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME I DESERVE IT. BANISHED? DONE I’LL PACK MY THINGS RIGHT AWAY. I’LL PULL THE ROPE AROUND MY OWN THROAT UNLESS YOU’D LIKE TO DO IT YOURSELF OF COURSE. I AM SO SORRY KING EDMUND PLEASE DON’T HATE ME.”

With every word she slid down more and more being on her knees and then holding on to Edmunds legs while crying bitterly. She didn’t even stop there but I’ll spare you the rest. Edmund just looked at her with wide eyes but he caught himself pretty quickly.

While she was still mumbling apologies and ways how he could kill her or probably send her to hell, he just grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so she was standing in front of him. He smiled at her but didn’t let go of her shoulders. “Y/N, right?” He asked softly and she nodded while wiping away her many, many tears. “Good. Listen to me, I will not kill, banish or punish you in ANY way. We are ALL on edge and I forgive you.” He said very slowly and clearly so she would understand.

She nodded, “so the guillotine? I’ll get it.” She started to walk in whatever direction because to be completely honest with you, they didn’t have a guillotine.

“No no no no, no, not the guillotine.” He said reaching after her. “NO. KILLING. Understood?” He tried explaining again. Y/N looked confused at him with her tears building up again, “but I said- I said-” “Yes, I know what you said. But it doesn't matter, it is alright okay? Don’t worry about it. We all make mistakes,” then he looked a little hurt, like he remembered something from his past, “and we deserve a second chance as long as we acknowledge that mistake. Okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Good. Would it be okay for you if you took your basket and helped cooking for dinner? I have to practice with the others and some of those mushrooms look delicious.” He said smiling and with that Y/N completely snapped out of it. “Mushrooms, dinner, food, of course! Would I be okay?! That is my job! Sword practice of course how could I be so stupid, pardon me King Edmund. I should really go, cook and stuff like that.” She grabbed her basket and basically ran away from him, he just looked after her smiling to himself.

Later after dinner, Y/N sat further away from the bonfire holding herself comforting, thinking about today. Caspian walked over to her and sat down beside her, she didn’t even greet him, that’s how bad she was feeling.

“So… you’d like to yell at me too or is that a thing between you and King Edmund?” He said laughing while drinking some wine and she looked at him shocked. “How did you? Did he tell you-” “I haven’t really spoken to him but, you were crying and yelling in the middle of our base, basically. You think no one heard?” He said with one eyebrow lifted and Y/N just let her head fall into her hands. “I am an idiot and I suck.”

Caspian just nodded, “yes, do I want to know what happened?” With her head still hiding in her hands she just shook her head and Prince Caspian let it go.

The next day was horrible. Y/N was too embarrassed to look at anyone so she left early into the woods, or so she planned. On the way outside she heard Prince Caspian yelling after her, “Y/N! Y/N! Hold up!” She sighed sadly and turned around with a trained smile. “My lord?” “Yeah yeah, I have a little quest for you, nothing major. High King Peter will duel my uncle but someone has to bring him the message. … will do it, being accompanied by a giant, a centaurs and you.” He said kind of mumbling the first person.

“A giant, a centaurs and what will go with us?” She asked stretching her neck a little so she would understand better.

“ing Edmns…” he said mumbling again.

“Sorry, what?” She asked again walking even closer to Prince Caspian. “King Edmund.” He said hiding his smile, of course it was King Edmund.

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“I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, High King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and emperor of the Lone Islands, in order to prevent the abominable effusion of blood, do hereby challenge the usurper Miraz to single combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender.” King Edmund read all of this off his scroll in front of Miraz and the other lords. Y/N stood a little in the back not too far from Lord Glozelle. While Edmund rolled his scroll back up, Miraz started talking.

“Tell me, Prince Edmund…”

“King.” Edmund interrupted and Y/N smirked at his remark.

“Pardon me?” Lord Miraz asked with a startled look on his face.

Edmund looked up from his scroll, “it’s ‘King Edmund,’ actually. Just ‘King,’ though. Peter’s the High King. I know, it’s confusing.”

Lord Miraz and Lord Sopespian looked at each other puzzled.

“Why, would we risk such a proposal when our armies could wipe you out by nightfall?” Miraz asked.

Edmund looked at the lords as he studied their faces, “haven’t you already underestimated our numbers? I mean, only a week ago Narnians were extinct.”

“And so you will be again.”

“Well then you should have little to fear.”

At that Miraz laughed out loud. “This is not a question of bravery.”

“So you’re bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?”

Y/N turned around so her wide smile wouldn’t show. Lord Mirazs smile on the other hand faded instantly as he leaned forwards in his chair. “I didn’t say I refused.”

With a lot of talk and arguing, it was decided that they would fight each other. On their way back, the giant and centaurs in the back and Edmund and Y/N in the front, they started talking. “First of all I want to deeply apologies again for how I behaved the other day King Edmund I shouldn’t have-” but before she could finish her sentence he held out a hand and shook his head smiling. She smiled back and started a new topic, “I just wanted to say, the way you talked to these lords was incredible. I have never seen such courage before especially at your age, although I probably shouldn’t say that.” “My age?” He looked at her amused and she blushed a little, “you know, judging you are like… 15?” At that Edmund laughed out loud and she looked at him confused. “Did I say something funny?” Edmund shook his head still laughing, “no, no you didn’t. It’s just that I am 17 and technically I am 32.”

(My math goes like this: LWW Edmund is 12. I aged them up so that instead of waiting one year to go back they waited five, because. Anyways, 12 plus 5 is obviously 17 plus the 15 years they spent in Narnia before going back the first time.)

“You are older than me? I will be 17 in only two months…” she said surprised and he looked at her still amused.

“Y/N” he said. She looked at him questioning. “Would you like me to teach you some swords ‘play’?” She cringed at the word ‘play’ remembering their earlier encounter with each other. “It would be an honor your highness.”

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“Just try to hit me, don’t worry too much.” And with these words Y/N swung her practice sword as hard as she could at Edmund, him not having imagined her to hit as hard as she did, he almost lost balance defending himself.

“Wow wow easy, alright, you almost killed me.”

“I am sorry but you said to hit! And not to worry!” She exclaimed straightening herself.

“Yes but this time maybe a little less force okay? You are very good but you’re wasting too much energy on one swing.”

She nodded and got into position but he looked at her feet and shook his head. “That’s not it, you have to-, wait let me help.” He went over to hit her feet softly with his so she would stand steadier. “Also you have to hold the sword a little higher.” He took her arm from behind and pushed it upwards. His gaze then slowly went to hers. They were incredibly close to each other, noses almost touching.

“EDMUND!” Peter yelled from the inside of their base. “We have to talk about tomorrow, come on!”

Edmund just kept looking at Y/N and yelled back, “Yes Pete! On my way!” He kept looking at Y/N for a few more seconds, then he slightly bowed and turned around to get to Peter.

Y/Ns legs became weak and she dramatically fell to the ground, her head red and hands sweaty. “I am done.”

Done, was also King Peter way later after he fought Miraz, after Caspian couldn’t kill his uncle and after the war was over. Y/N had been fighting very well, she was scared but determent to help and so she was a great fighter. After meeting Aslan she felt great, they had won and the Narnians were free again. It was time to celebrate, dance and be happy. Everyone was in the new conquered castle, drinking, singing, eating and confessing.

One confession should be especially interesting for you, dear reader.

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“Your Majesty, can I speak to you for a second?” Y/N said after walking over to the big table where all the old and new, kings and queens of Narnia sat. Edmund looked at Peter and he nodded with a smile. Edmund and Y/N walked out of the main hall to a more quiet place. They walked down the hallway and Y/N suddenly stopped which made Edmund stop too.

“I wanted to tell you something…” she said looking at him nervously. “I don’t expect you to say it back, I don’t even expect you to answer me at all but I have to get this off my chest.”

She was fidgeting with her fingers looking down at them, she was extremely nervous but she had to tell him how she felt.

“I… well, I- the first time I saw you, I was extremely fascinated by you. You were just… incredibly handsome but that’s not all obviously! Over the last weeks I have thought about the way you think and the way you talk and I love all of it. The way you express yourself is so beautiful and the way you care about your family really made me realize how must I love you. I love you King Edmund and an awful lot of that too, it is so much love that it almost hurts and I can hardly breath. There are no words in this world to describe my love for you… I’d probably have to invent another language just to slightly express how I feel.”

She had now looked up at him and her tears started building up, not because she was scared of sad. It was because all of her emotions were too much to be held in her body, she was overwhelmed and to be honest after all that happened she was very happy to let it out. Edmunds expression was evident, he was smiling one ear to another and with that he hugged the girl in front of him tightly and laughed, “I love you too, I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”

Y/N laughed and cried more into Edmunds shoulder while she hugged him as if her life depended on it. They looked at each other and without another word they kissed both smiling and as happy as one could be. As Y/N wanted to break the kiss, was Edmund just leaning in more and more pecking her lips not wanting to let her go and she laughed even more pecking his lips back. Their foreheads rested on each other and he whispered, “I love you.”

“Ew.” Came a voice from beside them around the corner, it was now King Caspian and Queen Susan who had just gone for a little walk around the castle. Y/N eyes widened as she let go of Edmund, not immediately or hastily. “King Caspian,” Edmund said smiling nodding his head while still holding on to Y/Ns hands and Caspian nodded back smiling, “King Edmund.” They smiled at each other while Susan cocked up an eyebrow looking at Y/N questioning but she just shook her head slightly confused.

“I think we should leave them alone, don’t you?” Caspian asked Susan as they were turning back to where they came from. Susan nodded, “I wasn’t planning on seeing this as it is.”

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The next morning everyone met up to send the people who did not want to live the new way, to the old place where the old kings and queens of Narnia lived also. After Lord Glozelle and Caspians aunt left with his cousin, the people got suspicious.

“HOW DO WE KNOW HE IS NOT LEADING US TO OUR DEATH?” One shouted and the others agreed, Y/N stood in the front close to Edmund and she looked worried at him but he gave her a reassuring smile just as she had done to Prince Caspian at the beginning of this story.

“Sire. If my example can be of any service, I will take 11 mice through with no delay.” Reepicheep, the mouse, offered while talking to Aslan. But Aslan only looked at High King Peter and something very uncomfortable started to build up in Y/Ns stomach.

“We’ll go.” Peter said and Edmunds heart sank into the earth beneath him, “we will?”

Without further explanation Peter just walked up, “come on. Our time’s up.”

Y/Ns mind had already gone blank while the others were talking, they were saying that Peter and Susan were not needed in Narnia anymore and that Lucy and Edmund would return. While Susan went up to King Caspian and Peter and Lucy to Trumpkin, Edmund did go to Y/N holding her hands with his.

“I am so sorry… I had no idea this was, this was how it was going to be.” Edmund said with glossy eyes looking slightly down into the girls eyes and she looked back at him worried.

“I don’t want you to go.” She wanted to say so many things, so many more words but she couldn’t, her throat was tied.

He shook his head now tears flowing down his cheeks, “I don’t want to leave.”

Y/N turned forwards Aslan, “Aslan, couldn’t I go with them? You said everyone could choose to go or stay.”

Aslan smiled at her shaking his head softly, “I am afraid not dear one. Edmund and yourself have quite an important role in the future. Things must happen the way intended.”

Y/Ns looked so incredibly sad, it was hard to look at her without getting sad yourself. “Will I see him again then?”

Aslan smiled and nodded and Edmund and Y/N looked at each other hopeful.

Their foreheads rested against each others savoring their last moments together until next time.

“I love you,” he whispered, heart hurting. She closed her eyes as she whispered back, “I love you.”

Then they kissed each other before hugging as tightly as they could. Both of them crying and everyone feeling sorry for them, they parted. He was about to let go but she held onto his hand and he looked back.

Her eyes said: don’t go.

He turned around again and cupped one of her cheeks kissing her one last time, their salty tears being the last thing they tasted from each other before Edmund turned around again and with one last look at her over his shoulder, he left.

[queenlucythevaliant]

Long and happy was their reign. The Pevensie children grew up and grew old. Twenty, forty, fifty years. A golden age.

They all bore scars: from when Lucy took an arrow to the shoulder and Susan took a fall from a horse and Edmund took a blade to the thigh. But Peter’s scars put all of theirs to shame. The various marks and aches of a warrior-king’s body are too numerous to name. Swords to the back and chest and arms and legs. Arrow to the foot. The point of a spear to the side. More than he could remember, after a while.

Peter began to gray before the rest of them too, which wasn’t surprising since he was the eldest. What was, perhaps, surprising was how early he began to gray. Threads of silver began to appear at Peter’s temple when he was scarce thirty-five. Yet this, Lune told him, was the way of kings. Tis a poor ruler whose concerns do not drive the color from his hair, he said. Peter laughed and shook his head, but he wore every gray hair with pride from then on.  

Peter was proud of all that Aslan had entrusted to his concern. His kingdom. His siblings. The images would come back to him in snatches later: Lucy, twenty-three, with the sun in her hair beneath the gold banner of Aslan. Edmund, forty-five, covered in red road-dust as he slid from his horse. Susan, sixty-two, twining silvery ivy through her silver-streaked hair

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Long and happy. As any fairytale ought to end. Lucy would know.

She shot up fast like a flower in spring, but privately she always felt young for her age. It wasn’t until Tumnus chided her for it that she stopped appending “Mr.” to the front of his name. She never managed it at all with Mr. Beaver, for all the years of their friendship. He was too much like her father—wasn’t he? —well, too much like a father, at any rate.

All those years, Lucy saw Aslan the most, except for when she saw him the least. It was not all a fairytale, you know. For nearly ten years, between 1023 and 1034, Lucy saw neither mane nor claw of Aslan. The absence wrote creases into her forehead. Lucy watched the sunrise from her balcony each morning and whispered her fears across the sea.

When at last Aslan came to her again, Lucy felt each one of those ten years. She was angry, yes, but when the anger subsided, mostly she was just older. She longed for the Lion’s presence more than ever.

She would never forget the soft scratch of Aslan’s mane between her fingers, no matter how long it had been since last she touched it. She would never forget the warmth of Susan’s embrace upon returning to the Cair after an absence, nor the unkempt scruff of Peter’s beard after action, nor the liquid-cool stone of the architectural models Edmund kept arrayed on his desk.

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Happy. Edmund had been horrified by Narnia for a week, but he was happy there for years and decades afterwards. Happy, like he’d never believed he could be.

The past was washed away with the ocean tide and Edmund found himself eager to build things. High towers for Susan, long bridges for Lucy, strong walls for Peter. He constructed roads all across the country, sealed them with his signet, and anointed them with oil and a song to Aslan. In youth, Edmund’s energetic fervor was nigh unmatched.

His health began to suffer in his later years. Joint pain, mostly, and restless legs after a while. Edmund drifted further and further back from the front lines of battle, eventually landing himself in a command tent that he never again left. He didn’t mind much. Edmund had fought bravely and well as a youth, and he had never been a warrior in his soul the way Peter and Lucy were. Edmund worked, and in rhythm, he rested.

He drank wine in moderation, ate Turkish Delight when it pleased him, and savored every nuance of the taste. He sipped chamomile with Su in the parlor, though he seeped his longer for extra flavor. Lu brought currants and persimmon from her wanderings, apples and blackberries from the yards outside the castle. On Peter’s fiftieth birthday, Edmund ate a decadent slice of the most ostentatious cake he’d seen in his life and tried not to laugh too hard at his brother’s expense.

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Long. If she was honest, Susan imagined it would never end.

Oh, she made plans for the succession right along with the rest of her siblings. A proper monarch must make arrangements for the future, even if she’d rather not. All the same, Susan tried not to think on it overmuch. She was forever wishing to stay behind, even as time propelled her forward.

Susan struggled the most with aging out of all her siblings, not out of vanity but because she did not easily embrace change. When Cor was rediscovered, Susan loved him at once—but she also missed the bond that just she and Corin had shared. When her siblings strayed far from the Cair, Susan left candles in their windows and wished to have them back home. When Narnia’s boarders expanded, Susan missed the graceful slopes of old lines on old, outdated maps.  

And, Aslan help her, when Susan finally cut her hair, forty-five and practical enough to realize that it was time, she wept into her pillow that night.

So perhaps it was not surprising that Susan still held onto parts of Narnia even after she’d done her best to leave it behind. Years after they had all died far, far too young, Susan was sure she remembered what her siblings had sounded like old. She knew that at fifty Lucy’s laugh had spanned a whole octave, running up and down the notes like chimes. She knew that Edmund’s voice had softened with age while Peter’s had grown louder; that by the time they were sixty, Edmund had sighed like deep river and Peter had snored like a locomotive. She remembered, and she missed them.