#pevensie headcanons

[englishboylover]

lucy : can sing, will sing (she was born for this)

edmund : can't sing, will sing (loves to annoy his siblings)

susan : can't sing, won't sing (prefers art)

peter : can sing, won't sing (is shy)

[thedawntreaders]

for their service, narnia blesses the pevensies with hidden powers to carry back to earth.

peter used to hate prophecies. it's what dragged him and his siblings into a war his parents wanted him to avoid. but when the feeling of deja vu turns into experiencing brief visions that predict the following events here on earth, he can't really mind. the only strange part is that his ability is exclusive to events revolving around his siblings. he gives susan extra cash in her purse to take a taxi because she'll miss the bus, drives to lucy's school to drop off the homework she forgot in her room, tosses edmund an umbrella that the boy insists he won't need, except he does.

when his parents ask about it, noticing how their eldest son manages to be prepared for nearly everything, peter replies with 'gut instinct'. his siblings know better. they leave his knack for prophecy unmentioned in their conversations, since the memory of leaving home is still fresh, but edmund, susan, and lucy are aware of how much this ability means to him. he has always been trying to look out for them and protect them. in this way, thanks to narnia, he can.

there is a newfound power in susan's voice that wasn't there before. aside from her siblings, people listen to her intently, much to her curiosity. from the strict professor who provides her an extension despite not having an extension policy to the boy who backs off when she tells him no, susan finds that her words fall easily on their ears and they receive it graciously. she doesn't know how to feel about it. she's grateful, of course, but such a power can be dangerous if exploited. she shudders. she would rather perish than be caught abusing her voice and power, as strange as that sounds in her time.

luckily, as aforementioned, her siblings are immune to her ability to charmspeak, and they gently encourage her to use her gift to become the harbinger of change she was always meant to be. the sociology major is now somewhat easier to endure, what with her peers and professors starting to be receptive to the fresh, new ideas she introduces, ideas that worked in narnia and would work even better here. she considers edmund's suggestion to become a public speaker.

after having fallen to temptation with the white witch's enchanted turkish delight, edmund can ingest any poison without experiencing its effects. he learns about this ability when he confronts a man for spiking a woman's drink. the man insists he didn't, so to challenge him, edmund spontaneously grabs the glass from the lady's hand and tips it up. he meant to feign the drinking; however, when the man shouts in alarm and attempts to slap the glass away, the liquid ends up sliding roughly against his throat. judging from that reaction alone, edmund knocks him out cold and calls the police.

it's an awkward ride with the paramedics. aside from the very brief choking for a drink he didn't mean to down, the lack of reaction baffles all of them; nonetheless, his idea to accept medical attention wasn't entirely unfounded as they did detect the toxin in his body. the doctor tells him he's lucky to even be alive. edmund smiles. nothing he hasn't heard before.

lucy's kisses are healing, as if laced with the juice from the cordial she carried in narnia. her mother always planted small pecks on her injuries when she was a child and the practice carries over to her for her siblings. when peter runs into the wrong sort of folk in the alleyway, she doesn't hesitate to kiss the cuts and bruises on his knuckles over their bandages. they heal within two hours. this ability remains largely undiscovered until one of peter's friends ask him how he always manages to heal so quickly. peter is quick to trace it back to lucy.

the youngest pevensie is delighted to learn that a part of narnia came back with her and it takes a great deal of convincing to prevent her from running to injured children and kissing them. narnians would welcome such affection, but humans of this world aren't so nearly understanding. so lucy comes up with what she believes is a good solution. she becomes a babysitter for a bit, then a daycare worker. giving kids kisses shouldn't be too much of an issue now, right?

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐬/𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

a/n: The ages are a bit confusing, and I don’t feel comfortable writing about a s/o when the Pevensies are underage. So everyone is over the age of 18!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

SFW🌿𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚:

After Aslan sends the Pevensies back to the human world, you’re absolutely heartbroken. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. But another lesson must be learnt by many of his people, and the Pevensies are once again needed. 

𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓

・Nearly falls to his knees when he sees you

・Like the world has stopped and everyone doesn’t exist 

・Grabs ahold of you and presses you to him, kissing your face, cheeks, forehead, head. 

・ “It’s you. It’s really you.”

・Is embarrassed because he isn’t ... well he isn’t important in the human world. He isn’t a king or a knight. Just a plain human like everyone else. 

・And that would worry him. Because then you would see that there is a world full of sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. That maybe the prophecy wasn’t so important

   “You can change into human form in this world too?” 

 “Yes, I guess I can!” 

・Would drag you back to his siblings to show them that you’re here 

・ “I have to tell you ...” He would stop suddenly and his cheeks begin to redden. 

      “Yes?” 

“I’m not... I don’t have- Well we aren’t as well off here as we are in Narnia.” 

・You would be shocked. Shocked that he would need to say that. But you understood Peter more than he knew. That’s why you worked so well as a pair. You knew why Peter felt certain things and thought in particular ways.  

・Aslan gave you strict instructions not to stay in the human world too long, since time moved differently

・And your task was time sensitive 

・ You would go and see his home, and how he lived. What was important to him. 

・Then he’d want to show the rest of his siblings that you’re here

・ “No, no Peter. They’re already waiting. We have to go now.”

𝑺𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏

・Being Susan’s s/o I think you would have studied as much of Earth as you could before going

・Because customs there are wildly different to those in Narnia 

・When she first sees you, she thinks she’s in a dream

・Once she realises it’s real she starts to cry

・Is confused and worried. She wants to know how you got here, and if you’re stuck now

・Susan knows how frightening it is to travel to another universe, one that you never knew existed. And Earth is a much less exciting place than the fantastical world of Narnia. 

・She soon becomes self-conscious because she holds no authority in this world. 

・ “I know exactly what you’re thinking darling, and don’t let those thoughts take hold.” 

・You know Susan inside and out. And part of your fairy powers was sensing emotions. 

・Susan would look up at you sheepishly (only you would ever see this side of her)

・She would have a lot of questions, and not stop asking them until you had to shush her (she doesn’t like to be shushed)

・And she would want an explanation, she wouldn’t move until you told her

𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅

・You felt nearly crazed by the time you see Edmund in the town square, his arms full of groceries.

・You stood back and watched him for a few moments, seeing how he fit in this world

・But when you tap his shoulder and he swings around, he drops everything he’s holding

・Takes your face in his hands and kisses you so deeply

・Is ecstatic but also ashamed. He doesn’t live in a castle, he barely has any money.  

・Becomes red in the face almost instantly because he realises how stupid he must look. No longer a king with a crown, but a simple young man with 

・The things he thought won you over are now no longer his to give (which is stupid of him to think because you didn’t fall in love with him over his wealth.)

・”I missed you so much”

・Is a bit teary actually, both of you are

・Takes you back home to show the rest of the Pevensie’s

・And you tell them all that they’re needed back in Narnia

𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒚

・You’re intrigued by the clothing of Earth and how people dress. It’s so different to what everyone wears (and doesn’t wear) in Narnia

・Confused why people want to shake your hand all the time

・Is very excited, she thought she’d never see you again after leaving Narnia. 

・She would actually squeal seeing you, run and literally jump into your arms

・And she would look at you like you were perfection 

・ “I do miss your wings though-”

・Wants to show you her home, her room, her belongings, what she does for fun. 

・After a while she would ask if you were going to bring her back to Narnia

・And she would rejoice so loudly because your answer was yes

・Nearly jumped in glee when you said all of her siblings were coming too

・She knew she would go back though

・She always held hope for Narnia ... and for you

[thefallenfangirl]

✨ One day, you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again. ✨

[spaceagebachelormann]

I HAVE AN IDEA

you know soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos? good. i read somewhere that the band has said the album is about looking back on an abusive relationship and my first thought was too somehow make a narnia connection. the soldier, poet, and king represent ways other people can help someone move on from the relationship and here are my thoughts on how i can connect it to the pevensie siblings:

The Soldier

Edmund Pevensie/Peter Pevensie

The Soldier represents the people who physically remove the victim from the abuser, also cutting off the power they have over the victim. Also note that “tear your city down” is first used with the soldier, and is also repeated later, that even though they “tore the city down” it still stands in the victims mind. I immediately thought of the boys because i think that they both wouldn’t be physically capable of allowing somebody to be abused, and would do everything they can to stop them, even if it means physically dragging the victim away from their abuser.

The Poet

Lucy Pevensie/Susan Pevensie

The Poet represents those who help the victim move past the fear of their abuser and heal the damage that was caused. Ridicule and deception are the most common (probably) and powerful things to fight fear with, so to make sure the victim understands and realizes the abuser never held power over them, and definitely doesn’t anymore, and “slay them with their tongue” to show words can be more impactful than physical combat. Susan and Lucy seem like the types who wouldn’t ever hit somebody, but would use their words to cut down anybody who deserved it (especially Susan).

The King

Peter Pevensie/Lucy Pevensie

The King is the most important role of them all. It represents the ones who fill the void the abuser held over the victim, but in a healthy way. The line “smeared with oil by david’s boy” shows the importance of breaking the cycle of abuse to a king chosen by a prophet (and thus by god himself) to ensure the kingdom's health. Peter and Lucy would most likely continue to speak to and check up on the victim months after they get them away from their abuser and always make sure to demonstrate how they SHOULD be treated.

anyway thanks for listening to my ramble i hope i sounded smart

[supernovasilence]

Ok we all talk about the Pevensies' trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too

They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he's all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn't know her children haven't seen her in over a decade.

They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.

It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.

(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you'd think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)

Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don't remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.

Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)

Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It's a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he's High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)

Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)

Lucy doesn't have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah

Lucy loves to climb into her siblings' laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she's upset, he'll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she's smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom's lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor's house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she's back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.

But if Lucy looks out the window, all she'll see is the rain over London, so it's not only a cold and grey sort of day, it's a lonely sort of day too.

Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren't that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he's going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it's simply a matter of course.

"Doesn't the rain sound familiar?" says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.

Their mother doesn't know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, "Yes, Lu, it does,” and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.

(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he's grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)

[minamorris1857]

Can we talk about how chaotic Narnian battles would feel?? Especially in Prince Caspian. Like, imagine you’re a little Telmarine soldier waiting for the catapults to go and you’ve got all your regiments in nice orderly rows and these two 16 year olds suddenly yell “charge” and the ground opens up beneath you, a mouse with a sword the size of a large pencil takes out your bestie, a griffin drops a dwarf 5 ft away from you and he comes up swinging. As you try to rationalize this, you’re stabbed by a twelve year old with a British accent. Finally, a really freaking big lion shows up, roars, and your entire army collectively pees their pants. At one point in the movie (yes I know the movies aren’t quite the same as the book but they’re still good) Peter says like “we have the element of surprise” like dude, you have drafted the trees I’m pretty sure everyone’s gonna be surprised no matter what.

[sweetpandorabox]

Peter Pevensie as a Boyfriend ⚔️🛡️

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

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

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

👑👱🏻‍♂️🏰

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[daewithmon]

Pevensie brothers

Kings of Cair Paravel

[heartss4val]

𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐜'𝐬

summary. headcanons of your relationship with edmund pevensie while dating. (gn reader)

— straight up fluff, nothing else. PART 1/?

— Edmund leaves little notes everywhere. In the pages of your books, the pockets of your pants, etc. Usually they just consist of sweet words and reminders to eat and take care of yourself as a much needed endorphin boost. He always makes sure to fill up the entire piece of paper, front and back until there's no space to write any more loving words. — Random "I love you"s throughout the day for no particular reason. — Playful arguments over the most miniscule things, I mean seriously, the two of you bicker like a married couple. Edmund can be quite argumentative, but not in the way you expect. No, usually you quarrel over the correct way to toast a piece of bread, topics such as that. None of it is serious of course, nine times out of ten it turns into a tickle fight that ends with a cuddle session anyway. — Edmund naturally smiles excessively around you. He doesn't really think about it, it just happens. Like this guy literally GLOWS when he sees you, it's not even funny. When you look at him, he smiles. When you rant, he smiles. When you talk about your interests, he smiles. No matter where the two of you are and what you're doing, he's always grinning around you, both of you in your own world. — Even though Edmund is one of the most renowned swordsman in Narnia, that doesn't mean he's immune to the occasional injury. And so, you have to tend to his wounds quite often. Sometimes you end up scolding him if the wound was the result of reckless actions and impulsive behavior, and yes he appreciates the concern, but he just thinks it's cute how your lips form into a pout whenever he comes back with a new injury to tend to. He adores how much you care for him, even if it's just through small actions. — Absolute SUCKER for when you kiss his scars. Edmund used to see his scars as a nuisance, only there to remind him of the treacheries of war and danger. But of course, life has different perspectives for different people. So when you came around, reassuring him that his blemishes were a sign of his bravery and strength from the pain he endured, he felt like he was going to cry. And the second your lips came in contact with a particular scar just shy of his collarbone, he immediately felt comfort and a sense of safety wash over him. Maybe it was the warmth of your lips, or the alleviation of your words, whatever it was, it made him feel like maybe everything was going to be okay. — Kisses on the nape and shoulder. (goes both ways) — Since we're on the topic of kissing, Edmund has a thing for tracing your jawline before or while the two of you are kissing, or just sharing an intimate moment in general. He prefers to rest one hand on the curve of your hip, and the other hand caressing your jaw, no matter what the position is. He also enjoys trailing little pecks from the side of your neck to the corner of your lips before he finally presses his lips against yours. — Chess dates!! Yeah, it doesn't sound like the most romantic activity but, cmon, it's Edmund Pevensie. He'll find a way to make it memorable. And while he loves a fair match, (who doesn't?) sometimes he just so happens to "accidentally" put his king in danger and — oh will you look at that, you won. Yeah, maybe he changed up his moves a little so you would win, but it's all worth it to him. He adores the sight of your eyes lighting up, and how you throw your hands up in triumph and shout in glee. While you're busy celebrating, he gazes at you fondly with an impossibly soft look in his eyes. One of his hands is lying on his cheek, supporting his head, while his other hand still remains on his king. Even though he "lost", his smile is wide as ever because as long as you're happy, he's happy.

— On days when he's not busy with training or just occupied with the responsibilities that come with being one of the kings of Narnia, picnic dates are a must. He cooks up your favorite meals and packs them up in a picnic box along with the traditional red and white checkered blanket, and off you go. It's kind of just a de-stresser for him. Quality time with you and a home cooked meal to go along with it. Sometimes he brings you to brings you to picturesque flower fields, or the patch of green grass directly in front of the river front. No matter where it is, Edmund has his reasons for why he chose those specific locations. They always remind him of you. The two of you watch the sun slowly disappear under the horizon as you both lay on the checkered blanket, with your head resting on his chest and his arm lazily wrapped around your waist, it looks just like a scene straight out of a fairytale.

— On days when he's not busy with training or just occupied with the responsibilities that come with being one of the kings of Narnia, picnic dates are a must. He cooks up your favorite meals and packs them up in a picnic box along with the traditional red and white checkered blanket, and off you go. It's kind of just a de-stresser for him. Quality time with you and a home cooked meal to go along with it. Sometimes he brings you to brings you to picturesque flower fields, or the patch of green grass directly in front of the river front. No matter where it is, Edmund has his reasons for why he chose those specific locations. They always remind him of you. The two of you watch the sun slowly disappear under the horizon as you both lay on the checkered blanket, with your head resting on his chest and his arm lazily wrapped around your waist, it looks just like a scene straight out of a fairytale. — Edmund is always eager to prove his love and devotion to you. He's deeply committed to you, and loves to declare it proudly. Sometimes he writes short poems about you, recounting his favorite moments the two of you shared. He describes the way your hair blows in the wind while the two of you are horseback riding, or how your smile is one of his favorite sights, he writes about anything regarding you. He just pours out his feelings onto a piece of paper. And when the stack of poetry about you piles up too high on his desk, he ties it up neatly in a ribbon and places it on your bedside table for you to wake up to. (CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD GUYS 🗣️🗣️ ) — Edmund has a thing for kissing your hand. Like not even as a greeting, just in general. He just thinks of it as another way of showing his love and admiration for you. He brushes his lips against your palm and trails kisses up your fingertips, like HELLO??? — All in all, your relationship with Edmund Pevensie is truly one of a kind. ∙ u guys i know i havent posted a proper story since like may, and honestly i have no excuse i was just being lazy af. also my love for edmund has kind of faded but i started writing this months ago and decided i might as well finish it. ∙ so next time i post, it probably won't be edmund pevensie related, OR MAYBE IT WILL!! i still have many ideas (don't unfollow me pls im sorry LMAO) ∙ until next time, (and trust me, there will be a next time.) xx valerie.

[vinnieswife]

She’s not you

Peter Pevensie x fem! reader

words: 1,8 k

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The Hobbit."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the drop that filled the glass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?"

"Thank God your date went wrong”

[englishboylover]

pevensies and coffee, let's go!

peter : only drinks coffee in the morning. because he is a literal freaky morning person, he has a lot of free time in the mornings until his work/school starts so he sits in a silent room with his coffee and book, likes the peaceful feeling of it. once he spilled his coffee on his book and he screamed so hard that he woke everyone up at 5 a.m, they thought he had been shot.

prefers black coffee, does not like anything else in it. i know you are shocked.

susan : only drinks coffee in necessary situations. sometimes she studies so hard that she needs energy that's when she drinks coffee, especially when she has exams and needs to stay awake the whole night. otherwise coffee only distracts her so she does not like it, there should not be anything around her when she is studying.

also prefers black coffee but sometimes she adds a little bit milk in it.

edmund : is a literal coffee addicted. can't even think without it and often pretends like his life depends on it. has a hundred type of mugs because he is too lazy to wash them. always checks if there is coffee left at home and if not, he screams dramatically and threatens to kill peter if he drinks his coffee again. his score is two hours without coffee and he's proud of his success.

can drink any type of coffee but his favourite is mix of black coffee, milk and milk foam.

lucy : does and will not understand the idea of drinking black coffee, she hates it. she does not go any near peter or susan when they drink black coffee because all she can smell is caffeine, not coffee. edmund often makes different coffees for her and she loves to try them but never finishes. because she gets easily bored, she does not have a favourite.

will definitely add anything that would make her coffee sweeter but then it gives her nausea and she hates it and starts to complain, but she is cute while doing it so it's okay.

[thedawntreaders]

none of the pevensies come back the same after living in narnia. everyone knows this. but while you all focus on how going between two worlds over an expanse of time affects their psyche, i'm here realizing that peter pevensie would be sick of using pencils and pens to write.

they feel weighted between his knuckles, he realizes in school, when scribbling down notes becomes a lot more tedious than he remembers it to be. still, he tries to manage. he also notices that he takes a little longer than the average person to flesh out a rough draft essay during class time, much to his distress. in narnia, he had the entire day to plan out what he was going to write and virtually unlimited resources; what can he do with only a notebook made for submission and a couple hours? still, he tries to manage.

the final straw however, is when the professor takes off his glasses in frustration and huffs out an order for peter to work on his "chicken scratch". that's when peter's ego takes a hit, and he snatches back the paper to look at it. what makes things worse is that the professor is right. peter's handwriting looks absolutely shaky and unintelligible, as if he were a baby learning how to write all over again.

he has to do something about it.

"peter? peter!" lucy snaps her fingers in front of him. he blinks, once, twice, and shakes his head.

"what?" lucy rolls her eyes, and nods to their sister.

"i don't like that look on your face, it's the face you make when you're planning something utterly ridiculous," susan comments with a squint. peter waves her off.

"it's nothing, don't worry about it." edmund snorts, keeping his eyes trained on the page of his art history book. "well now she definitely is going to."

later that week, susan has to be physically restrained by edmund and lucy.

turns out, most feathers found on the ground are crushed beyond repair underneath the footsteps of everyday people. so, in order to fetch proper quills, peter performs the ultimate sacrifice for himself and his siblings...

and lunges after a bird.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

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

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ  

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

SFW🌿

⭑ It was as if Aslan had planned it all along 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⭑ Peter always sleeps on the right side of the bed 

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

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

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

⭑ Training with you:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⭑ Peter can be very romantic

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

⭑ You’re usually the one that does 

⭑ And he’s more sensitive than you are 

⭑ Peter was very very jealous when Caspian came along

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

“Well he is handsome-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⭑ Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Rivals to Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers/Married 

  ✧ Mature/Responsible x Snarky/Fierce

  ✧ Sun x Moon

[lasaraleen]

I don't know if you're answering questions, but I just finished watching LWW and I NEED to know. How do you thinks the Pevensies got their titles in the books cuz I cannot come up with nothing

I am indeed answering asks *in theory*, but I barely get any 😂

Now, this is just getting into person headcanons, I have fairly specific and fairly board ideas about it.

The Magnificent

Peter’s title came first, I think. It started among the soldiers in the battle between the Narnians and Jadis’ forces. He had barely trained, he was young, he stood his ground and fought regardless.

Later, he showed his skill as a High King, in many ways. He was a great leader, a kind ruler, a strong soldier, even though he didn’t love the blade. And even though he wouldn’t think so, when they met him, everyone knew, he was Magnificent.

The Gentle

Susan was first thought of as gentle by the mice who untied Aslan on the stone table. Despite her fear of mice, she didn’t hurt them. It was soon after Aslan gifted the mice with their role as Talking Beasts, they spread the tale, and the small Beasts knew she would be fair and kind to them. She avoided the battle all that she could, she worried for her family, she cared for the small.

Perhaps she had a bit of a temper, but those near her knew she was Gentle.

The Just

Edmund never felt worthy of this title even years later. He knew how it was to be controlled by evil, to be under the influence of someone with more poor, to be a betrayer. When those who broke the law, when those who had been hurt, when those who were apologetic came before the throne, his siblings trusted his judgement. He was first called this when a young supporter of the White Witch was brought before them. He only helped him find his way again.

Despite it all, he was Just.

The Valiant

Lucy’s title caught on later than Peter’s, and was mainly spread by things that Susan said. There was no question of the young queen’s bravery, as Aslan himself said that if she was any braver, she would be a lioness. She was the most beloved, and everyone knew her heart was true.

Lucy, as brave as a lioness, was Valiant from the day she stepped into Narnia

[loonie-and-proud]

Random thoughts on modern pevensie family

Today's issue: Taylor Swift

(sorry for my bad english. it's not my first lenguage and is hard)

Susan is a swiftie

She loves her but their siblings not so much

Peter wouldn't care

And Lucy probably sing her songs sometimes because Susan plays them all the time

But Edmund is a hater

I think he's was the kind of guy who just talk bad about taylor to annoy his sister

Before lww of course

When they get crowded susan admits to mrs beaver once that she kinda miss taylor

She is always quoting songs and the narnians eventually ended up covering at balls

Narnians don't exactly understand what a celebrity is so they think that Taylor is probably an important lady in spare oom

And that's how they called her Lady Taylor

The siblings find this hilarious and it's like an inside joke between them where they also start to quote taylor swifts songs like it was the Bible

"who is lady taylor" ask one young faun once

"she is a very important figure for the kings and queens" answer their mother "she is the mentor of queen Susan"

When they come back to England the lady taylor joke stays tho

I can see one them having a bad day and then the other being like "well as lady taylor says you got to shake it off"

Eventually they all ended up being big fans of her

And that's really funny for their mother, specially in edmund's case

"Didn't you hate that girl?"

"idk what you talking about. anti hero is about me"