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The King and You (XVII)

Chapter XVII : The choice

Hi everyone!! Here we go with a new chapter for my Caspian series!! The end is close! Important choices are to be made in this chapter…

It’s quite angsty, but… you know me, it will be a happy ending, don’t worry 😊

Also, I’ve used something in this chapter that I’m stealing from the amazing K-Drama Crash Landing on You… if you haven’t seen it, you need to, cause it’s brilliant. The thing with the book is from the show (you’ll see what I mean when you read the chapter), I just loved this idea so much, it made me cry so much…

Also… sorry for the cliffhanger :D

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: Caspian x reader

Warning: angst, I’m sorry for making you sad, I’ll make it better, I promise!

Summary: Somehow, Caspian stumbles out of Narnia and into your world. He’s utterly lost and has no idea how to get out of this world filled with scary toasters, strange carriages and a woman who literally knocks him off of his feet. But does he really want to find a way back?

Word count: 3556

Caspian could barely believe it.

After weeks looking for a way back to his world, he had finally found it. The passage between your world and his. The path to Narnia.

It was exactly as Lucy had once told him, a long, long time ago.

He shook his head, trying to realize what it meant. He guessed that this had to be the wardrobe that Digory Kirke had made, the very wardrobe the Pevensies had used to go to Narnia for their first journey there. He smiled. He was walking in their footsteps…

He had no idea for how long he remained standing there, staring at the leaves softly moving under the breeze.

No matter for how long he stayed there, it was enough for you to wonder what he could possibly be doing. You decided to get up and check on him after a while. So, you put away your book, got out of bed, walked out of your bedroom… and frowned hard when you spotted the pile of his disregarded dirty clothes on the floor, right before Agatha’s and Roger’s bedroom.

“Caspian?”

You walked closer to the other bedroom, until you could see him standing there in his pyjamas, right before a large wardrobe, of which he had opened both doors…

“Caspian?”

He jumped as you called him again, finally turning to you. It was only when you took a couple of steps towards him that you noticed something very strange about this wardrobe… it seemed to be glowing from the inside. When you took a closer look, you recognized branches that seemed to come out of the back of the wardrobe…

You looked up at Caspian, not sure to understand. Or rather, not willing to understand…

“I’ve found it,” he breathed. “This… this is the way to Narnia.”

You stared at him with wide eyes.

“To… to Narnia?”

He nodded.

“Look… can’t you see the trees?”

But you nodded. You could see the trees alright. You simply couldn’t believe they were there. And the wardrobe was set against a wall… there was nothing behind it…

“We should call Agatha and Roger,” Caspian went on.

“Does… so that means that…”

Slowly, Caspian nodded.

“It’s time for me to leave.”

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Agatha and Roger could barely believe their eyes as they stared at the branches. Agatha cried. A lot. It was bringing her closer to her family, to her mother. It took a while for Roger to finally calm her down.

Caspian offered her to go with him. She was a Pevensie, she would be treated like a queen. But she declined the generous offer.

“I have lived all my life in this world. My children are here, my grandchildren also. And thanks to you… Roger and I are closer again.”

She gave the gangster a tender smile, holding his hand in hers.

“No, my life is here. It will always be. My mother went to Narnia, but I was meant to remain in this world, not in yours.”

Caspian didn’t argue, and gave her a warm hug instead.

Agatha and Roger remained in the bedroom, making sure that the doors would stay open, while Caspian was getting ready to leave. It didn’t take him long to get ready though. When he came into your world, he was carrying nothing more than what he was wearing, a bag and his sword. He merely needed to get changed. When he came back from the bathroom, readjusting the hilt of his sword at his side, it was like seeing him for the first time all over again…

You closed the door of your bedroom behind him. You reckoned that you needed one last moment alone with him. Although… now that he was there, standing in his Narnian attire, looking like the King he was, with his brown coat and his leather boots and this sword at his side… you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to tell him. He was already halfway gone by now. When you looked at him, you didn’t see your Caspian. You saw the King. You saw the Narnian, before you could see the man.

He read it in your eyes. The way you hesitated, the way you looked at him as if you almost didn’t recognize him. He saw it in your eyes, and it broke his heart.

He realized it too, that he was already halfway gone…

“The last time you saw me like this… you knocked me out with one of your hairdryers.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, despite the tear that had already fallen down your cheek.

“Don’t tempt me, it’s in my suitcase,” you joked, making him laugh as well.

You nodded slowly, your jaw clenched trying to hold back your tears, and miserably failing.

“So… this is it. That’s the end.”

He nodded as well, giving you a sad smile.

“Yes. It’s time to say farewell.”

“I could come with you.”

But he shook his head, taking a step closer towards you to brush away the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“We both know that you have decided not to come. And that’s okay. It is the right thing for you to do. I am not worth it.”

You let out a sob, rushing into his arms, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… I can’t do it…”

“I know. I knew you would stay. I’ve advised you to stay. You are taking the right decision.”

“Why does it hurt so much then?”

“Sometimes… sometimes even the right thing to do is painful.”

You felt that he was crying as well. You felt his tears wetting your temple when he pressed his cheeks against your head.

“Please, don’t leave. You don’t have to leave,” you begged.

“I must. I must go.”

“I… I was still hoping that you were lying. That Narnia was never real… I hoped it wasn’t real…”

“I know you did. But it is real. And now, I need to go home. I must… I can’t abandon my people like this. I would not deserve your love if I acted so selfishly.”

“I want you to be selfish. I want you to drop everything and stay here with me. We could go back to New York. You could stay… you could stay…”

But he shook his head.

“I cannot stay. And you cannot leave. We were meant to meet though. I think… I think that is the reason why Aslan wanted me to come here… so I could meet you. It was the most wonderful gift he could have given me…”

You tightened your hold on him when you felt him pulling away.

“Please… Caspian…”

“I must go now… Y/N, my love… my darling… look at me…”

He gently held your face in his hands, thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks again. You yielded, pulling away just enough to get lost in his dark eyes… these dark brown eyes, almost black, that you would never see again…

“Everything will be fine. I will go home. I will get on with my life, guide my people the best I can, try to be happy, and I will always hold onto this.”

He took your medallion in his hand.

“You will protect me, even from another world. And I’ll cherish every moment we have shared. And I will never forget you. Meanwhile, you will stay here, and get on with your life, find a wonderful man who will make you happy like I never would have, because he will understand all these references you make about books and television…”

You couldn’t refrain a chuckle at that, despite your tears.

“And you will love him. You will live, and be happy. You will get over this. And with a bit of luck, you’ll keep only fond memories of me, and the pain will go away.”

“You didn’t say that it would go away for you,” you pointed out.

But Caspian didn’t have the strength to lie to you at this moment, so he didn’t answer. He merely pulled you into a tight embrace again.

“Farewell, my love. Please… be happy for me.”

“I will never forget about you, Caspian. I’ll always remember you. I love you.”

He tried to say it too. But he reckoned it would hurt more than to bite the words back.

You were disappointed when he didn’t say it. When he answered with tender words, and they meant the same thing… but they weren’t the real confession you hoped for.

And you knew you wouldn’t be able to leave with him. Not now that he had missed his chance to reassure you, to make sure that you knew how he felt. He had showed you a thousand times, he had showed you with every attention, every act of service and kindness, every kiss, every brush of your hands, he had showed you through the previous night…

But he didn’t say it out loud.

And you couldn’t leave everything behind if he couldn’t say how he felt out loud. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was crazy, but nothing made sense in your head anymore. Everything was a mess, your whole reality was turned upside-down. And the only words that could have guided your heart, he didn’t say them out loud.

He missed his chance…

“I will never forget you either. You will always be with me.”

You pulled away just enough to crush your lips together, lips moving in perfect sync in desperation…

… and this kiss tasted of salty tears and goodbyes.

You took a few more minutes to hold onto each other in silence, before Caspian finally broke your embrace, and opened the door. He wiped his tears away with his sleeve, and walked into the second bedroom.

He bid farewell to his friends, and more tears were shed. But eventually, they let him go. You stared at him as he walked towards the wardrobe, slow, careful steps. The light had not disappeared, the branches were still there, more leaves had been pushed into the bedroom. He stood there, on the threshold, for a moment.

“I will close the doors behind you,” Agatha reassured him.

“Thank you. For everything.”

He turned one last time towards you. You were crying again.

“Thank you. Thank you… thank you…”

He opened his mouth one last time, almost speaking the three words he felt, the three words he wanted to let out…

But if he did, it would only hurt you more. Besides, he had left it behind. Perhaps one day, you would find it, his hidden message. It was easier than to speak the words now…

“Goodbye, my love.”

Before you could reply, he walked into the wardrobe, pushed away the branches and walked out of sight.

He disappeared.

He was there, and a second later, he was gone.

You stared at the empty space. At the branches swaying in a light that had turned from golden to red. Agatha walked across the room while you remained frozen. Slowly, she closed the doors. She waited a few seconds, then opened them again…

… and the trees were gone.

No light, no branches, no wind. Only a smooth wooden surface. Unbearably normal. Without any magic.

And Caspian was gone.

You walked towards the piece of furniture, you walked pass Agatha until you had climbed inside. Slowly, your hand rose on its own accord, until your fingertips brushed the smooth, cold wood. You pressed your palm against the surface. You pushed harder. Harder. Like it would end up disappearing under your touch if you pushed hard enough, if you wanted it hard enough…

But the surface remained. The wood stayed smooth, regular, normal.

As if it had all been but a dream.

You hit the surface a first time. And then a second, and a third. Meanwhile you were sobbing.

You didn’t even notice you were calling his name…

Roger and Agatha pulled you away after a minute, you were crying so hard you couldn’t breathe. It was too hard. Too painful… why did it feel like this? How could you survive through such a pain?

“Bring him back… please, bring him back…”

All your strengths had left your body, you collapsed on the wooden floor. Your words were a mere whisper by now.

You didn’t know where he had disappeared. Was he safe? Where was he? Where was he…?

You didn’t know that Caspian had reached the woods, right next to the lamppost. You didn’t know he had walked a few minutes, until he reached it. Until he could hold onto the metal of the lamppost, hold onto it as tightly as he could. You didn’t know that he collapsed there, that he fell to his knees and couldn’t find the strength to get up again before the night had since long fallen onto the worlds, yours and his.

You didn’t know he cried so much he wondered how he could still be alive. How could he breathe with so much pain?

And he kept on repeating the same words. Sometimes, he called your name, the sound distorted by his sobs. But mostly, he kept on repeating the same words, over and over again. The same three words…

Too late…

“I love you. I love you. I love you…”

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You flew back to New York as quickly as you could. You fled, actually. You fled as fast as you could, fled the empty spot in this bed you had shared, fled his clothes neatly folded in your suitcase, fled the hole he had left everywhere. Everywhere you looked it felt like there was an empty space left. As if you left it on purpose. As if you scooted over every time, waiting for him to take his place next to you. But he was gone. It was too late. He would not come.

You could still feel his lips upon yours. His tender kisses. You could hear his laughter, and smell him on your clothes. You could picture his messy hair and his grin and his ragged breath that night, and the way his beard tickled your skin wherever he kissed you, everywhere… the way he whispered your name between shallow breaths…

You heaved a sigh, opening your eyes and focusing on the sight beyond the window of the plane. A sea of clouds. Like the one you had showed Caspian… he had been so amazed by it all…

It would pass. You kept on repeating that magic phrase to yourself as if it were the perfect solution. It would pass. The pain, the love you had for him, the hole he had left… it would pass.

Agatha offered you to stay with Roger and her that evening, after your plane landed, but you declined. You wanted to be alone. You wanted to freely cry all you wanted. So, you grabbed your suitcase, headed for a taxi, and went home.

You cried all night, ate nothing, didn’t sleep at all…

The next morning you decided that it was time to at least rest a little bit. You had collapsed on the floor, in the hallway, as soon as you had locked your door. You got up with the first rays of dawn, and dragged yourself into your sofa, covered yourself with a blanket, and cried some more.

You calmed down after a while, but couldn’t sleep. If the tears had stopped, the pain was still too vivid to let you rest. You stared blankly at nothing, your eyes travelling across your apartment without a purpose.

Until you spotted something strange on one of your shelves. Something… not unfamiliar but… bothering.

You stood up, your blanket falling at your feet. You walked to the shelf and realized what was amiss. Your books were not at their rightful place. Three of them were not where they should be. You reckoned that Caspian must have read them a little, and placed them back haphazardly. You were about to pull out the first book to put it back where it belonged when you noticed it. The way the first word of each title created a message.

And you realized then, that Caspian had not, in fact, randomly placed back your books on the shelf. On the contrary. He had placed them so their title would form a sentence. A message for you to find after he was gone. Because even before leaving for London, he knew he would leave. And he knew that you would stay. It was his last words to you, spoken from another world through these book covers.

They formed the words he couldn’t speak out loud. He wouldn’t have had the strength to let you go if he had.

Better write them down.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth, your eyes filled with brand-new tears as you read the message over and over again.

I love you.

You ran your fingers along the covers, touching the words.

He loved you. You knew it, but then he had never said it and now…

You loved him so much.

And then it struck you.

What were you doing here?

You looked around at your apartment, your home, filled with objects you loved, filled with memories and you realized that… you didn’t want to be here. You thought about your friends, you thought about Cassie, about your ex and you realized that… you were ready to abandon it all. You were ready to leave it all behind to be with him.

By disappearing, Caspian had given you the final proof that he had not lied. That Narnia existed, that he was King there, that this other world was true. And now… now through this stupid trick of his, he was letting you know the last secret of his heart that you had felt, that you had guessed, but never heard. Until now…

What were you doing here?

You needed to leave… you should have left with him…

You took a couple of deep breaths, calming down. You needed to think.

You knew how to go to Narnia. You had found a way in this crazy wardrobe. You needed to go back, that was all. You needed to go to England…

Your suitcase was already packed, but you added your brushes, your paints, a few canvas, some books, including those Caspian had used to leave you his final message. You packed it all in your suitcase, not thinking about leaving for London, but about reaching Narnia.

You looked for your computer. You needed to buy tickets for the first plane towards London. Perhaps you could buy train tickets back to the cottage now too. Where was this laptop of yours? You could have sworn it was on your coffee table in the living room…

You went through the different rooms of your apartment, until you found it on your bed. You looked around, mind racing, thinking about things you should bring with you to Narnia. You realized that you had no dresses or clothes for the summer. But if you were to move there for good, you needed some… You grabbed the largest bag you owned and opened your wardrobe, ready to pack as many clothes as you could.

But you froze.

Your clothes were gone. Instead, there were branches of pine trees and oak bathed in the golden light of a sunrise.

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Caspian reached the castle a few hours before dawn.

Everyone there had been worried, but he quickly found out that he had disappeared for barely a day. He was relieved, all was fine. Nothing had happened to his Kingdom… his life could go on as it should have before this adventure of his.

But not everything was back to normal, and Reepicheep needed a mere hour to notice that something was off with the King. But when he asked about it, Caspian remained silent.

He tried to, but couldn’t sleep. So, instead, he summoned the members of his council who had accompanied him so far away from Cair Paravel. He had an announcement to make.

“I know that many of you wonder where I was yesterday,” Caspian told the lords gathered before him. “I will not talk about it. All you need to know, is that I have taken my decision concerning the treaty.”

 A whisper crossed the room. About the treaty, but also about the King himself. He seemed exhausted. All could see the red in his eyes. He looked like he had been crying…

“I have taken a decision. I shall do what is best for Narnia. I will marry Lady Emilia.”

Exclamations of surprise echoed through the room. Several questions were asked, but Caspian was already on his feet, and all fell silent when he spoke again. His voice was firm, certain.

“You can warn her and her father. We will take two weeks to organize the wedding. In two weeks, I will marry her at Cair Paravel. You can all prepare for the journey home. After her father accepts our proposal and signs our agreements, we will go home.”

He walked out without answering any question, without giving more explanations. He walked out of the room and locked himself in the study.

He didn’t want the lords to see he was crying again, thinking about you…

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keeper of the lost cities

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ride the cyclone

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shadow and bone

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six of crows

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Totes ma goats imagine the Pevensie kids as the royal family. Not the head-cannon where they rule, but just the four of them being princes and princess of England or some (nonexistent) random European country. Like Peter being so like Prince William of a country and trying so hard not to screw up; Susan being so gracious and graceful and ladylike never a hair out of place. And since their parents are so busy like running a country, they try to raise their little siblings and Peter trying to make Edmund like him and Susan always fixing their appearances and manners.

(Also explains names like Edmund, but I also wanna an explanation for titles. Can they all be HRH not just Dukes and stuff) (what if their parents change the rules so that they all rule together to take the stress off and make them all equal. This is a total game changer you know. Forces think it makes them week but they are powerful as the the kings and queens)

Like also imagine them at all those public appearances. And Ed trying to get to movie premieres and trying to use his title to get on a Doctor Who episode. Peter telling him to stop using his power and influence. Think of all the things the royals do: behind the scenes at zoos, sailing fun races, hula dancing, traditions and cultures around the place, the Olympics (maybe Susan the swimmer even competes), parties. And Ed and Lucy at those boring events with old people just like reeking havoc when they were young and just judging everyone now. "Hey, Lu." "What?" "Did you see Lady Smallwood's hat? I think they forgot to take the feathers off of the bird." And then Susan yelling at them to behave while she charms everyone. (Also Susan with suitors and her and her brothers having no patience with the stuck up sons of Lords and rich peoples and things (and Caspian being one) but also using them to get money to charities.) (and Susan wanting to marry someone of and with purpose and with heart)

And everyone feels pressure in relationships, especially Peter who sees the hard marriage of their parents-who almost are ready for divorce. Peter has to find a queen for Petes sake (lololol a great pun), Susan wants what she wants(like maybe even Prince Charming day dream or that could be Lucy), and Ed doesn't even imagine marriage because he isn't Prince Charming and they expect him to be.

But also they all used to get up to trouble and mischief all four of them together, even sometimes now. Imagine craziness while visiting the White House, like super feminist

Susan meeting Trump but it ends up being Edmund and Peter who like loose their shit at him.

And all the social media (give me vlogger Princess Lucy) and activism and protecting each other from paparazzi and from rumor and scandals and stuff

Does Peter join the army to be a "normal guy" does it work?

They each ending learning different languages fluently (except Peter poor guy is terrible with languages) but so Susan can handle the German embassy, Lucy has any Spanish speaking country, and Edmund deals with the French and Italians

And scandals and pretend scandals and Ed just trying to run away from all of it (does he have a giant scandal?! Like is his father really the king? Or maybe drugs/drinking?) (OR he like gives away family gossip or something when he's young for sweeties- like betraying family and it's a big scandal, maybe even makes international relations bad, (or breaks up parents marriage) so after lots of angsty time he and his family finally forgive and he spends years trying to forgive himself and make it up by becoming the grave, serious, grumpy pants, with a beautiful soul) because who would notice third in line for the thrown at some massive university in the states. And Lu eventually follows him.

But just always living in the shadow of their siblings who live under the influence of the crown.

And they all just wanna be free

Want normal lives

And Aslan the Advisor finds ancient bylaws or old tradition or whatever where the four of them can rule over Narnia. And it takes the pressure off of Peter and they are all so badass together and they kill it even thought they are super young and are running a country. The white queen could totally be the kings sister and she is the reason he dies. (And the oldest of each of their children will fill their shoes when they die.)

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I won't write: R/pe, inc/st, p/dophilia, ab/se, Female Reader, smut of characters who are minors(no I will not age them up)

Fandoms & Characters

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie(no smut)

Edmund Pevensie(no smut)

Caspian X

Babylon 5:

Jeffery Sinclair

John Sheridan

Stephen Franklin

G'kar

Marcus Cole

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

Aragorn

Legolas

Frodo Baggins

Samwise Gamgee

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshield

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Merlin:

Merlin

Arthur

Gwaine

Lancelot

The Arcana:

Julian

Asra

Muriel

Lucio

Divider make by: @justlgbtthings

[xslytherclawx-writes]

for the fandom asks: B-R-I-D-G-E-T-O-W-N

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

I'm actually not sure! I mean I guess for Harry Potter, it'd be anything but Harry/Hermione lol bc I had TUNNEL VISION on that ship when i was like 11. Maybe Drarry? I guess? I think that's the only one I've gone from "dear god no" to "omg yes they ARE totally obsessed with each other in a gay way"

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

-gestures to my 14 neville longbottom/anthony goldstein fics- I wouldn't say no one else, but I would say it's probably my rarest pair. unless we consider neville berbrooke/gregory bridgerton (from, uh, bridgerton), in which case I may actually be the only person to write it.

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

Fullmetal Alchemist, because the shippers are batshit fucking insane and take really complex and interesting dynamics and water them down to the most asinine mundane bullshit and then claim it's progressive, and on the other side you have... people ignoring a really complex and interesting dynamic to focus on a ship that imo makes no actual sense. 2013 was A Time. If I were on twitter, the answer would be Bridgerton bc the homophobia from the book fans is insaaaaaaaane but I avoid mainstream Bridgerton fandom like the plague and find my own little niches where homophobes aren't welcome.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

I'm pretty open to most ships? There are some I'm just not invested in, but eh.

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

Like, first-first? Ash and Misty from Pokémon. First fandomy? Harry/Hermione. And clearly I have not moved on from friends to lovers, looking at the body of my work on ao3

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

I have a secret ("secret") crackfic account that you're welcome to try to find.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

Regulus Black and Edmund Pevensie are gay. So is Charlie Weasley. This is my hill to die on.

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

listen, I just put my spotify on shuffle and it gave me "JENNIFER CHECK" by Mia Morgan and. Mirnatius Spinning Silver.

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

I'm assuming we mean actual kinks here? 1. maybe this is cheating but Regulus/Max. I don't care if he's an OC, this is what my heart says. I feel like they're pretty vanilla, though. 2. Gareth/Hyacinth from Bridgerton and pegging 100000% 3. Newt/Tina (autism4autism pure romance), and again: pegging. 4. Regulus/Evan and probably something a little fucked up like bloodplay 5. Mirnatius/Irina (Spinning Silver), and... idk actually. I feel like he'd get off on being tied up.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

"main" fandom is such a loaded term lol - I wish Bridgerton had more gay fic though, and was just overall less hostile to m/m and f/f that isn't gross fetishy (poorly understood & executed) kink shit that's poorly written besides (looking @ u, ash). like. soooo much actually good f/f and m/m fic gets SLEPT on but something that's out of a gross fetishy lesbian porno gets praise bc a well-known and shitty author wrote it? ugh.

[napo-con-fritas]

1, 2, 3, 12 & 21 for the weirder asks. =)

Holisss, gracias por el ask <3<3 (sorry por la demoraaa)

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

that's one hell of a list, but off the top of my head: remus lupin, julia beaufort-stuart, thalia grace, reyna r. arellano, lucy pevensie, bilbo baggins yyyyyyyyy cualquier personaje en la película enredados, qué buena peli

2. lighter or matches?

depends, I love lighters but the smell of a match is addictive

3. do you leave the window open at night?

sí, unless it's very, very cold, but I start feeling suffocated if I close it

12. what kind of day is it?

sunny and foggy, and emotionally, much, much better than the last two (aunque no pude ir a la facultad a la tarde porque cortaron las avenidas importantes de capital, but eh, qué se le va a hacer)

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

mi perro de peluche, charlie (I'll get a photo of him later, tengo más emotional attachment con él que con algunos familiares, jamás haría esa de toy story de regalarlo, it's the new family heirloom)

For this ask game!

[tvintedspvrk]

mobile muse list : miscellaneous

* original character. ** written as an original character. *** avery is connected to rebel youth on @greedaeye **** winnie is connected to the price family on @m0bhit / @haelestorm

books :

feyre archeron , twenty three , a court of thorns and roses series , jenna coleman

catherine calhoun , twenty one , all the little lights , courtney eaton

mixed media :

annabeth chase , twenty two , percy jackson and the olympians series , madelyn cline

beatrice " tris " prior , twenty one , divergent series , shailene woodley

edmund pevensie , twenty three , the chronicles of narnia series , steven r mcqueen

juliet capulet , twenty one , romeo and juliet , isabela merced

lucy pevensie , twenty one , the chronicles of narnia series , kristine froseth

video games :

abigail roberts , twenty eight , red dead redemption two , holly marie combs

bella bachelor , twenty two , the sims franchise , megan fox **

princess peach , twenty five , nintendo's mario franchise , virginia gardner **

fandomless :

avery bautista , twenty four , tour crew , paris berelc ***

brinley ryan , twenty six , fashion editor , sydney sweeney

guinevere " winnie " price , twenty one , mob daughter , bailee madison ****

kennedy shepherd , twenty three , tattoo artist , madelyn cline

peyton ketteridge , twenty two , singer / songwriter , olivia rodrigo

trigger warning . wizarding world muses ( available by request ) under the cut. heavily anti - jkr and largely headcanon based ; please content block "hp" ( tag will show up as [  tw ; hp  ] ) to avoid content involving these muses.

harry potter :

bellatrix lestrange , twenty six , slytherin , marie avgeropoulos

caitline dulner , twenty six , ravenclaw , nina dobrev *

evelyn wimbler , twenty six , slytherin , kristine froseth *

ginny weasley , twenty one , gryffindor , abigail cowen

hermione granger , twenty two , ravenclaw , lily james

lavender brown , twenty two , gryffindor , madelyn cline

melody granger , twenty one , hufflepuff , olivia holt *

rheda smith , twenty four , hufflepuff , naomi scott *

scarlett finnegan , twenty three , gryffindor , liana liberato *

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, March 17

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor. Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Sustenance (Tara/Willow, PG) by apachefirecat

Following The Light (Willow, PG-13) by cELouise_Moore

A Comfortable Weight (Tara, Willow, G) by cELouise_Moore

Run and Catch (Drusilla/Spike, PG-13) by LJ94 (wastedperfume)

Ryan Summers: Vampire Slayer part 1: Becoming (OMC, PG-13) by WitchBoy713

A Very Fuffy Christmas (Buffy/Faith, PG-13) by TheBatmanPersona

Happy Birthday Buffy (Buffy/Faith, PG-13) by TheBatmanPersona

A Future For Us (Spike/OFC, PG-13) by lokkebrenna

Il fallait que ce soit toi. (Cordelia/Xander, PG-13) by . In French

[Chaptered Fiction]

Chain of Ascension Chapter 66 (Xander/many, NC-17) by GraeFoxx

The Balm of Amarynthia Chapter 2 (Anya, R) by thenewbuzwuzz

It must be Tuesday Chapter 8 (Buffy/Faith, PG-13) by Chlo88

He Slays Monsters Chapter 7 (Buffy/Faith, NC-17) by BeatriceEveryTuesday

One Girl in All the World Chapter 8 (Buffy, Dawn, Joyce, PG-13) by BrennaLynn

Paper clouds, open windows Chapter 3 (Willow/Heidi the Hyena, PG-13) by tinkerbellamy

Complicated Destiny Chapter 27 (Buffy/Faith, PG-13) by RavenclawSlayer

Love Unseen Chapter 11 (Tara/Willow, NC-17) by queermagic12

Narnia 2: The Dawn Chronicles Chapter 6 (Dawn/Susan Pevensie, Chronicles of Narnia xover, PG-13) by BrennaLynn COMPLETE!

The Potters Chapter 2 (Buffy/Willow, Dawn, Harry Potter xover, PG-13) by BrennaLynn

Mutant Slayer Chapter 26 (Buffy/Rogue, X-Men xover, PG-13) by BrennaLynnBrennaLynn

Wonderland 1: Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 101 (Dawn/Jacen Solo, Star Wars xover, PG-13) by BrennaLynn

Tara in Hogwarts Chapters 1 - 10 (Tara, HArry Potter xover, G) by Bacner. COMPLETE!

Under The Rubble Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Geliot99

Chosen One Chapter 33 (Buffy/Spike, R) by all_choseny

Boon Chapter 21 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Soulburnt

Rise Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by CheekyKitten

Trying Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Pet35

The Longest Day Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by ashcrashed

Frosty Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by ClowniestLivEver

Make Me Stay Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, ) by Grief Counseling

Jigsaw Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dusty

My Oh My Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, R) by scratchmeout

30 Days of Spuffy Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, R) by TheSunnySlayer

42 Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dynamite

Now That I Saw You Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, R) by scratchmeout

Found family ties Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Julikobold

We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, R) by VeroNyxK84

So One of Us is Living Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by violettathepiratequeen

The DeSoto Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, R) by ClowniestLivEver

Mad Hatter Chapter (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by My Cuppa Tea

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Суп

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/tqco8RS

by WTF Box of Chocolates 2023 (Box_of_Chocolates)

Фарамир стоял вместе со своим братом в центре продуктового магазина и тоскливо озирался по сторонам. Вечер обещал быть томным. Братья планировали посмотреть рождественскую комедию вместе со своими девушками, потом накормить их досыта, попрощаться и разойтись по своим домам.

Words: 1793, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Series: Part 12 of тексты низкого рейтинга WTF Box of Chocolates 2023

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, Chronicles of Narnia (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Denethor II, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Éowyn (Tolkien), Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Susan Pevensie

Relationships: Boromir (Son of Denethor II)/Susan Pevensie, Éowyn/Faramir (Son of Denethor II)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Family, Fluff, Flu, Crossover

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[ao3feed-thehobbit]

War for Perim

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SDQirVe

by DJCyberGlitch

For as long as she can remember, Linh Cinder has been cycled through foster care more than any other child in history. And with each new family comes new problems she doesn't want to waste her time brooding over. Her new family is no different, with a father who's sweet but extremely introverted, a mother with a passive-aggressive disposition towards Cinder and Cinder alone, and two sisters who are obnoxious not only to our poor heroine but to each other as well.

However, as her stay in the Linh household grows longer, the more Cinder begins to discover that this family and their neighbours are not at all ordinary. And much to her surprise; neither is she.

Caught in the middle of longings for freedom, political shenanigans, and interdimensional insanity, it won't take long for Cinder to realize her true destiny lies in the hands of one who is mightier than the biggest storms ever created as she attempts to survive the wildest place on Earth.

Words: 829, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of War for Perim, Part 1

Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Lunar Chronicles - Marissa Meyer, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, X-Men Evolution, Rise of the Guardians (2012), Shrek (Movies), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2003), Chaotic (Cartoon), Gargoyles (Cartoon), How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Sonic the Hedgehog (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen

Relationships: Kai/Linh Cinder, Scarlet Benoit/Wolf | Ze'ev Kesley, Crescent Moon "Cress" Darnel/Carswell Thorne, Jacin Clay/Winter Hayle-Blackburn, Sally Acorn/Sonic the Hedgehog, Julie-Su/Knuckles the Echidna, Leonardo/Venus de Milo (TMNT), Casey Jones/April O'Neil (TMNT), Janner Wingfeather & Kalmar Wingfeather & Leeli Wingfeather, Caspian/Susan Pevensie, Light Fury/Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon), Kitty Pryde/Kurt Wagner, Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Antoine D'Coolette/Bunnie Rabbot, Fiona/Shrek (Shrek), Donkey/Dragon (Shrek), Puss in Boots/Kitty Softpaws

Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Multiple Crossovers

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[hauntedthief]

and now there’s only the absence of you   

(inspired by x and x)

[petervel]

hm . . .     i was thinking about how     i could stick peter into a dragon age verse and just realised that he kind of fits into the champion of kirkwall role ?

[swordofpevensie]

Anything I Do, I Know You’re Gonna Watch 

[Chapter • I]

warnings: academic rivals to lovers, set in 1946, peter x you, strict family, mentions of nervousness, stress, war, uni students (equal of stress actually), both peter and you study medicine because i love the idea of peter being a doctor, i emphasize peter was a king a lot (because like,, why not?).

a/n: i strongly needed an academic rivals to lovers fic with peter, so i wrote it myself eheh. i don't know how long it will be or how frequently i'll share because uni is literally crushing me. anyways, wow i am so excited to share this with you. there might be mistakes as english is not my native language, feel free to correct me please. also, i checked the oxford's website to get the info about uni & lecture. still, if there is something wrong, please inform me. i sincerely hope you like it, please tell me what you think. ♡

word count: 1067.

playlist: (yes, as i'm so excited that i even made a playlist)

oh johnny, oh johnny, oh! • the andrew sisters

campus • vampire weekend

heartburn • wafia

collide • tianamajor9, earthgang

you haunt me • sir sly

killer queen • fil bo riva

willow • taylor swift

d is for dangerous • arctic monkeys

tear you apart • she wants revenge

are you gonna be my girl • jet

braindead! • yungblud

greek god • conan gray (the song that gave the story its title)

tighten up • the black keys

achilles come down • gang of youths

library pictures • arctic monkeys

anna sun • walk the moon

everybody talks • neon trees

hey now • the regrettes

rumors • sabrina claudio, zayn

lover i don't have to love • bright eyes

you always hurt the one you love • the mills brothers

C H A P T E R • I

You took a deep breath before entering the classroom. It was the first class of the first day of your first year in the university and you felt very nervous and excited at the same time.

You were nervous because university was something new in your life and you had so many worries such as if you would find someone to be friends with, if you would be successful, if you would something embarrassing, if your professor would like you or not.

However you were excited because as a person who liked learning, you looked forward to attend to your classes and meet all of the new subjects waiting to be learnt. You had worked so hard to be there, in this university and in front of this classroom door, and finally being there felt amazing.

You took a step and entered the classroom. It was noisy and already crowded. It was a normal classroom, not a amphitheater one. You shortly looked around and saw a empty seat which was behind a crowded boy group. You walked towards there, trying to stay calm and not look at them. Your mother warned you very seriously and strictly about not getting closer with boys. She wanted you to be successful, not more. Boys were distraction according to her and she never wanted you hear that you got closer with a boy.

You sit and put your bag to the seat next to you. You took your notebook and pen out and started waiting for professor to come.

“Hey, isn't it Pevensie?” You heard a boy in front of you speaking.

“It really is.” Another boy replied. “I am surprised that he is here. I heard he couldn't afford the fees.”

“He probably got a scholarship. Don't you remember such a big nerd he was?”

“Ugh,” The boy said. “He was unbearable. I bet he hasn't changed. Probably still a caring brother everyone appreciates and the best student every teacher adores.” Although the words he used was in fact good, it was clear from his voice that he was mocking.

You frowned. Why did they talk about him in that way? Why did that Pevensie do? You look at the door that the boys were looking.

You saw a tall and broad shouldered boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a white shirt with dark brown trousers. His boots were also brown. His black coat was on his arm. He had a leather messenger bag hanging on his shoulder. He looked just like any boy in the classroom, except for the fact that there was something strange in the way he walked and stood. His steps were slow, however his walking made him seem strong. When he first stood up looking for a place to sit, you saw that he stood very upright, his chin was up a little bit. Nothing about him was underestimating, his eyes didn't look others in that way. But he just seemed strong, in a weird way that you had to gaze at him to figure out.

Then you realized what you were doing and looked directly to your notebook. You thought he didn't see you but he did. He smiled to himself but fastly stopped and went to sit to the empty chair which was away from yours. It was the only empty chair left, otherwise, he would like to sit near you and find out the reason behind your curious looks.

Thankfully, the professor came and started talking. The whole class was silent now. You focused on the professor and every word she said, sometimes took notes down. She introduced herself, the lecture, and said she'd start although this is the first day.

The subject was about the relationship between patients and doctors and the professor asked how the relationship should be in general.

You and he raised hands immediately. You were so excited and ready to answer because you spent your holiday with studying beforehand for the lectures. You went to libraries, read everything you found related to your courses.

He was quicker than you, so professor chose him to speak.

“Peter Pevensie,” He introduced himself.

“Yes, Mr. Pevensie,”

His answer didn't last too long but he expressed his opinions easily and quickly. You noticed he spoke somehow wisely and as if someone asked him to give advice. You couldn't understand why he spoke like this but then you thought you were paying attention to him so much. Therefore you took a short breath and focused on the professor again.

After he was done, you raised your hand and the professor let you speak.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” After introducing yourself, you started to express your opinions, which were the opposite of what Peter said. You thought doctors could be emotional and friends with their patients while Peter said doctors must be logical and distant.

He turned his head and looked at you, watched you as you spoke. He liked that there was someone he could compete with and share his ideas, also argue. He liked to argue because he thought arguing respectfully was a way that someone can improve themselves.

After you finished, three more students began to speak however Peter didn't pay attention because he still was watching you and analyzing you. He carefully looked at your clothes, how you kept shaking your leg, how you kept notes and listened very carefully. He was glad that there was somebody he could try to be friends with but above all, compete and beat. That was an old habit of him, competing and beating.

Like they said, the leopard can't change its spots.

Throughout the lecture, you and he constantly raised your hands, spoke, and listened very attentively. Everything you and he said opposed each other. At some point, you thought he did that on purpose, maybe he was objecting to your ideas deliberately just to annoy you. But then you thought why would someone at your age do such thing? You decided to not care at all. You weren't supposed to think about anyone, you were supposed to think about your lessons.

That was what you were thinking when the class was over and you were leaving the classroom to go and buy a coffee.

On the other hand, Peter was thinking about you, but he had some plans. Plans that included defeating you and being the best in the department.

okay, okay, it really happened. i finished writing. oh god i am so excited about this fic! please tell me what you think. i hope you enjoy reading!

love, andrea. ♡

[intoanothermind]

Beauty Queen - Chapter 10

B E A U T Y   Q U E E N

Synopsis: You are the Ice Princess of Narnia during the Long Winter. Your sister Jadis, the White Witch, hates that you’re always helping Narnians escape prision. She decides to hunt you down and you have to run away from the palace. What happens when you find the four humans lost in Narnia?

- Edmund Pevensie x reader

Masterlist

<Chapter 9 | Chapter 11>

(There’s probably a lot of errors, but I just translated real quick because there’s been ages since I updated.)

—-

C H A P T E R   T E N

They walked through the snow that lazily melted. Their footprints showed the path they passed through towards the frozen river. Of course, no one could erase the footprints so the maximum they could do was to speed up the pace so they wouldn't get caught.

“Come on, humans! While we are young!’ yelled Mr. Beaver, who went ahead to show them the way.

“If he rushes us again...” Peter said, bending so Lucy could jump on his back. “I'll make him into a very cute hat.”

Susan let out a quiet laugh.

“Quick! Come on!” cried the Beaver, a few meters in front of others.

“He's getting bossy!” said Lucy.

“No!” cried Mrs. Beaver. ”Look behind you! It's her!”

They looked and saw a few meters away, a carriage that glided easily through the snow. Lucy jumped off Peter's back and they all ran.

“Run!” cried Mr. Beaver.

They heard the reindeer hooves getting closer and closer and knew it wasn’t a good thing. They ran across the snowy field and came to the edge of a forest, where they spotted a small cave between the roots of a tree. They saw the snow fall slightly to his feet only when they saw a big fat shadow walk close to the rock where they were hidden behind. They could see the person's shadow reflected in a snowy dune in front of them. They saw the shadow moving away, almost giving up.

They looked at the dune curiously while the beaver sniffed the air in a desperate manner.

“It seems...” whispered Lucy. “That it’s gone.”

“I better go see it.” said Peter, about to come out of hiding.

“You will not serve Narnia dead.” said the Beaver, turning to the opening.

“And neither do you, old man.” said Mrs. Beaver.

“Thank you darling.”

That being said, the Beaver got out of hide, sniffing and crawling to find out if they were gone or not. There were moments of tension between those present. Suddenly, the beaver appears on the edge of the rock, causing Lucy to cry out.

“Get out! Get out!” said the Beaver. “I hope you’ve been nice, because you have a visitor!” And then left.

They came out of hiding, a little afraid. In front of them was a fat man with a white beard. He wore a wine red cloak over ordinary red.

The man laughed.

“Merry Christmas, sir.” said Lucy, approaching.

“For sure, Lucy.” He said, his voice hoarse. “Ever since you arrived.”

“ Look, I can take a lot of things since I arrived...” Susan said to Peter. “But this!”

“We thought you were the Witch!” interrupted Peter, addressing the man.

“I'm sorry, sorry for the bad way, but I must say that I've been driving one of these for longer than the Witch.” He said, referring to the carriage.

“I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia.” said Susan, also approaching him.

“No.” the man replied. “Not for a long time. But the hope you have brought, Your Majesties... it begins to weaken the Witch' power. However, I dare say you might need these.”

He turned and took a big red bag from the sled .

“Gifts!” said Lucy, excited.

The man opened the bag, revealing boxes, teddy bears and many other things. He took out a small dagger sheath and a flask with a dark liquid.

“The juice of the fire flower.” he said, showing them the vial. “A single drop heals any wound.”

He handed the vial carefully to Lucy, who studied it carefully.

“Although I hope you never use it...” he said, handing her the red scabbard that contained a small dagger.

“Thank you, sir, but...” said Lucy. “I wouldn't be able to not be afraid.”

“I bet you would.” he replied. “But battles are ugly fights.”

Lucy nodded and walked away. The man picked up a basket of arrows with an ornate bow.

“Susan.” and called her and Susan approached. “Trust this bow. It will almost never go wrong.”

Susan took the bow.

“But didn't you say that battles are ugly fights?” she asked.

He laughed.

“Although I have no trouble expressing myself...” he said, showing her a small white trumpet. “blow this, and wherever you are the help will come.”

“Thanks.” she said.

The man turned and took a sheath from a large sword.

“Peter.”

The boy approached, afraid.

“The time to use this may be close.” said the man, handing him a sword and a shield.

Peter drew his sword and they all could see that there was something written on the blade.

“Thank you sir.” said Peter analysing it.

“They're guns, not toys. Use it well and wisely. Now I need to go. Winter is the almost at the end...” he said, turning to the big bag into the sleigh. “and everything accumulates when you disappear for a hundred years.”

He turned to everyone and said, before getting on the sled.

“Long live Aslam! And Merry Christmas!”

And he was gone, while everyone shouted different farewells.

“I said he was real!” said Lucy, turning to Susan.

“He said that winter...” said Pedro. “it's almost over.” and turned concerned to the girls and the beavers. “Didn't you notice?!”

When the girls looked at him confused, he continued.

“No more ice.”

~ * ~

Y/N ran like never before. She heard the howling of the wolves behind her. She could almost be sure that they would surround her from the front too, but didn't have much time left. She could try a spell, but that would only slow them down a bit. She could fight, but there were too many and they would surely defeat her. She needed a more complete plan. Then, while running through the forest, trying to lose them, she finally looked at the trees. Of course! The trees! She could hide in the trees for a while, until she was sure the wolves were far away.

Then, without warning, she brought up an extensive wall of ice in the snow between her and the wolves. And while they were thinking about how to overcome the obstacle, she quickly climbed a tree, a little further away. She used a spell to hide her scent and make it seem like she continued running. When the wolves came around the ice wall, they moved on without noticing Y/N's location. When she was sure that the howls were gone in the distance, she descended from the tree and continued her walk towards the frozen river. She knew that there would be the best way to go towards the Stone Table. She just didn't think she would see a shocking scene before that.

Several meters ahead of her, near the frozen waterfall, was the three Pevensie with the beavers, surrounded by the wolves that chased her on both sides. And their voices were propagated to her.

“Go while you can.” said the wolf, approaching them and forcing them to join closer to the liquid water. “and your sister goes with you.”

“Stop, Peter!” shouted Susan above the noise of the ice breaking. “Better do what he says!”

“Smart girl.” said the wolf.

“Don't believe him!” shouted the beaver, struggling. “Kill him! Kill him now!”

Y/N looked around uneasily. She knew that Maugrin was lying, but wouldn’t be able to reach them time. She would be caught by the wolves before that. But she needed to do something to help them. Next to her there wasn’t much she could use, but then she returned her gaze to the discussion the just a few meters away from the frozen waterfall. The waterfall!

“Oh, please, that war isn’t yours!” Said the wolf, getting closer. “My queen just wants the good of your family and they disappear.”

“Look, just because a man in red handed you a sword, you can’t pretend you’re a hero!” Susana said. “Put it down!”

“No , Peter!” cried the beaver. “Narnia needs you! Kill him while you still have a chance!”

Y/N quickly gathered the snow that was on the banks of the river and transformed it into an bow of ice. She also made some arrows of ice and aimed right at the waterfall, at its weakest point. Ice and snow were her specialty, so even from afar, she could make out the weakest part that had been frozen. She lauched five arrows in that point, which went unnoticed by all.

“How will it be, Son of Adam?” asked the wolf, near Peter's sword. “I won’t wait forever. Neither will the river!”

Y/N threw her bow and arrow in the floor, and it quickly returned to snow. She concentrated on the crack she had made in the waterfall. Melting the ice was far more difficult than forming it, but she always did it anyway. This time, however, instead of helping, the adrenaline was holding her back. Then she gave up trying to melt the ice, she needed to think about something else. And fast.

Lucy looked at the waterfall. It was collapsing.

“Oh no!” She murmured to herself and then shouted. “Peter!”

Y/N then had an idea. She stared at the frozen waterfall, that was starting to crack, and the extended her hands in front of her.

Peter looked desperately for the next safe thing to do.

“Hold on to me!” He shouted.

With a sudden movement, Y/N pulled her arms away, and the waterfall came down.

[iliumheightnights]

Peter Pevensie Fluff ABC’s (Male Reader)

Peter Pevensie x Male Reader

For my dear friend @itslouielou​ ...

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) - Your looks. I wish I could say Peter wouldn’t care about your looks, and he doesn’t, but at the same time he thinks you’re so hot and that’s what he finds the most attractive. At least at first.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) - Yes he does. Growing up he had been raised that’s what he was SUPPOSED to achieve with his life but that all changed when he fell in love with you, a man. That was DEFINITELY not how it was supposed to go. But that didn’t matter to Peter, he loved you and he still wanted a family...luckily Aslan helped out there.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) - He’s the big spoon! He likes to hold you close to him as tight as he can. Sometimes you have to tell him to ease up a bit because he just gets really clingy.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?) - In Narnia, they are the most incredible and outgoing dates. He’ll throw large galas and parties to show you how much he loves you. Sometimes you’ll go on amazing adventures throughout Narnia. Back in England it’s a whole other story. Two men going on dates in public in his time? Good luck with that. You’re lucky if he brushes his hand with yours every so often. But that doesn’t mean he won’t take you on dates, they’re just in secret. The occasional picnic with Lucy who eventually runs off to ‘explore’ something. The late night drive through the country roads. Anything he can do to take you out.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)) - “You’re my king M/n.” He says it with so much love and adoration, but you can’t help but say a joke. “Of course I am. I had a throne right besides you.” He’d only playfully roll his eyes.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) - It would have been during his time in Narnia. He would have had a feeling and know that he possibly liked you before that in England but...two boys in love? That wasn’t possible...was it? But in Narnia, there he was king and no one would judge him for who he loved. So he acted on his feelings.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) - Peter is gentle...or at least he tries to be. Peter’s a teenage boy and still trying to figure out just how relationships work. When he gets to his more mature age and grows into his crown he knows exactly how to treat you.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) - In Narnia he will hold hands with you all the time, Everyone knows just how important it is to both of you to hold each other’s hands. In England it’s a whole other story. Hand holding practically became none existent besides when you were alone together. However sometimes the two of you held pinkies if it was possible.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) - The first time Peter ever met you it was in England. More than likely you had met in school and had become friends. Honestly I could see Peter as a little kid Bullying you in school but the two of you eventually became friends.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) - Peter is a jealous boy. The moment he sees someone talking with you, no matter their intentions, he’s immediately by your side intimidating them into leaving.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) - Honestly you were probably the one to initiate the first kiss. Peter would honestly be kind of sloppy at kissing at first until a bit more into your relationship. Then his kisses become filled with passion and love.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?) - Fun fact. You both do. You literally would say it at the same time and laugh at it.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) - It was a memory back in Narnia. Some Noble at insulted Peter and you had just gone OFF on the noble, bringing shame and dishonor to him.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?) - In Narnia Peter would spoil you with so many things. From the finest clothes to the most elegant jewels, even if you didn’t want them. “Only the best for my boyfriend.” He would always say. In England it would be a bit different, he would no longer have the means to get you fancy clothes and elegant jewelry but hey, he’s still gonna give you small gifts. Such as food, home made things he made (With Lucy’s help of course), and some things for your hobbies.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) - Red. Red reminds him of Narnia, which reminds him of all the special time he got to spend with you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) - My King, My Prince, Love, your majesty.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) - horseback riding or fencing. It reminds him of his time in Narnia and what he missed.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) - Spending time with you, probably listening to the radio. Honestly anything that saves him from boredom.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?) - Peter likes to just let it out. He was raised in the belief that ‘boys and men don’t cry.’ but you showed him it was alright to cry. However when he does let it out, he likes to be around you for comfort. Normally he’s better after a good crying session.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) - He likes to reminisce about your time in Narnia. “Do you remember when-” Yeah it’s a lot of that.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) - Peter loves taking a nice warm bubble bath to relax, sometimes even you join him.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) - Peter is proud of his brawns. He has brains of course, but his brawns are what he’s really proud of. He’ll flex his muscles off every now and then and will try to show off how strong he is. But hey that’s good to you.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) - Remember you both spent a long time in Narnia...that’s where it happened. He proposed to you during the golden age of Narnia when the Pevensies ruled, right there on the terrace of Cair Paravel. Of course you accepted, you’d be crazy not too.

It was only a couple days after that the actual ceremony took place and you became Peter’s husband. But then you returned to England you both wondered...were you still married? You both decided yes.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) - Okay but like...hear me out. “I can’t wait to be king” from lion king. That is perfect for him.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) - Well...he did haha. If he has to do it again in England he will.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) - A lion! No, but well maybe. If anything he’d totally get a horse.

[eds-gryff]

All For The Free Food

Edmund Pevensie X Reader

(Warning: mature and strong language, lead-up to smut)- (Edmund and reader being adorable, Edmund and reader being relatable, slight PeterxCaspian if yOU SQUINT)

Based on this headcanon of @edmundpevensieisbaby (which I couldn’t stop thinking about, which lead to this mess of 4K words)

‘Edmund Headcanon- Edmund would be that boyfriend to fake propose to his significant other just so the restaurant would give them free dessert

i’m not wrong so stop denying it’

Y/N: Your Name

L/N: Last Name

Edmund Pevensie was an honest man. He preferred to be as fair-minded and just in his life, and always approach every situation with integrity.

Unfortunately, Edmund Pevensie was also a broke law student, and there were life requirements, such as food and rent, that integrity and justice didn’t cover.

 He wasn’t poor- he had a paid internship, and his family was wealthy enough- but he very rarely had enough money to cover all his expenses. As any college student would tell you, no matter what your economic background was, you end up being broke in uni and being a slut for anything free. Anything free, even if it was a juice-box or a ‘save the narwhals’ T-shirt.

Which brought up to a new idea brewed by his brilliant, wicked Ravenclaw mind.

Getting free food at posh restaurants (the less posh restaurants gave only free dessert, and he would go to those only when he had a sugar craving- which, to be honest, was pretty much all the time) by proposing to his significant other.

Problem was, when he came up with this, he didn’t have a significant other. The only non-related person he had contact with was his sarcastic, quiet, lazy, bibliophilic, reckless roommate.

But after this plan and mulling over how to bring it to fruition, he realised that, in addition to these traits, she was rather attractive and conventionally female as well. Three years he’d been sharing a small flat with her, how had he never realised she had lovely breasts and twinkling eyes?

Of course he wouldn’t have cared a fig if his roommate was a guy- all he wanted was free food and he would kiss the entirety of the campus population if that was what was needed.

But his ‘significant other’ being a girl would make things easier.

 “If this doesn’t work out,” Y/N L/N warned her roommate as they walked towards the restaurant he’d chosen “I am making you do my laundry for the rest of the month.”

 “I do your laundry anyway!” Had he mentioned she was lazy? He did the cooking and washing up, while she did the cleaning (begrudgingly) and any other errands needed to be run.

 “Well, my period should start from next week, so you’ll be washing blood stains as well, Pevensie.” 

They were, she reflected, a little too comfortable with each other. Well, after four years together, what do you expect? She could hear him as he wanked and see him dancing in the kitchen as he cooked, he could hear her singing in the shower and talking loudly to herself as she imagined unlikely scenarios, particularly R-rated ones. There were no boundaries after that.

 “…that’s evil.”

 “What’s evil is having to wear a dress and putting make-up on and going out, when I could’ve sat in pyjamas and watched The Simpsons!”

 “I was the one who had to drive to Susan’s to get the makeup- and the one who had to put it on you! I told you, you didn’t need any!” He sneaked a glance at her as he spoke. She was beautiful without makeup, but with makeup, she was just- he felt- to see her looking so- so- he didn’t have words, she was the writer, not him- and he wanted to tell her so but he was pretty sure that was crossing some line.

 “We’re getting engaged, I’m sure the restaurant people will think it’s weird that the bride-to-be looks like a sleep-deprived zombie-“

 “Love, we’re all sleep deprived zombies.”

 “Why couldn’t we do this at McDonald’s?”

 “Because they don’t give free food after getting engaged.”

 “Are you sure about that?”

 “I get you worship the place, but yes, I am.” He was. Mostly. “I’ll buy you a Happy Meal, next time, okay?”

 “I’m holding you to that.”

 “Of course, my future fiancée.”

 “Just open the door for me.” She rolled her eyes at him, ignoring the tingly feeling she felt. Okay, maybe she had a crush on her handsome roommate, and maybe she knew that this was a dance with the devil she was doing, but she also knew that she was a Gryffindor and they were daring.

Besides, free food.

 “Darling, I- I have something to confess.” Despite having starred in one (1) play when he was nine, and that too as a stone statue, Edmund was a good actor. He looked nervously up at his faux-girlfriend, who looked at him with curious eyes. “I was going to do this at the end of the date, but I don’t think I can wait.”

 Y/N gave him a look, half-worried and half-apprehensive, her brow arched. That wasn’t difficult- he gave her this look almost every day. “What is it?”

 Edmund dropped to his knees, and the entire restaurant gasped.

You could just tell everyone was thinking ‘ah, young love.’ And they definitely were not minding their own business.

With far too much emotion in his voice than necessary, Edmund spoke, “My love, we’ve been together for near four years and you’ve made them the happiest years of my existence. I don’t ever want to part from you- I want to be waking up to see your face beside me, I want to cook breakfast for you everyday, I want to spend late nights and early mornings binging Netflix with you, forever. Will- will you-“

 “Yes!” Y/N couldn’t control herself, and she definitely couldn’t control the huge smile on her face. “Yes, I will marry you.” If she ever did get married, no proposal would compare to this.

 Yet, over the course of the next six months, Edmund continued to top every proposal. He would hire bands (which kind of defeated the point of this being a free thing, but he insisted it was to get into the romance of it all and her fangirl heart was too caught up to say no), he would quote things from her favourite books while proposing, he would get a bunch of her favourite flowers, he would fake cry (he watched The Lion King before those days, to get into the mood)- he went the whole six miles, and then more.

And God, the food was exquisite. There were times she wanted to break off the fake engagement, and marry the food. Edmund assured her that he felt the same, especially at the restaurants which were kind enough to send a doggy bag with them.

 “You’re the reason I’m gaining more weight than ever. Even my mother doesn’t feed me this much, and that’s saying something.” Y/N complained one rainy day (most days in England were rainy, which she adored) as she flipped past channels on the TV. It was Easter break, and both their families were out of town, so they had opted to stay at their tiny flat and watch cheesy movies. “You’re buying me clothes and holding my hand if I start getting insecure about my looks again.”

 “Yes, dear.” Edmund called absently from the armchair, where he was searching up more restaurants to con. He only chose the high-fi establishments- ones which had nothing to lose. “Fancy a full free meal or just a free dessert tonight?”

 Deciding on Marley and Me, Y/N yawned, “Not too hungry today, just free dessert, thanks.”

 “They’re always wasted on you, though.”

 “Excuse me for not having a sweet tooth.”

 “Love, you don’t like chocolate. That’s inexcusable.”

 “I’m calling off our engagement.” She said, pointedly taking off the ring she wore. She wore it pretty much everywhere- it was an old sapphire ring of his mother’s, and he insisted that he use that instead of costume jewellery, to make it feel more real.

It already felt far too real to Y/N, who was realising tha her feelings were longer just no long just of a ‘maybe crush’, but something much deeper, more serious. Something far more likely to end in heartbreak.

“Oh, ha ha.” He gave her a baleful glance, before looking to the ring. He loved seeing the stone sparkle off her fingers when it caught the light and how it just fit. It was a beautiful ring, but sitting on the coffee table, it looked simply lonely.

But how was he supposed to make her wear it, if she didn’t want to? It was a faux-engagement, after all, after many fake proposals.

Right?

He shifted his laptop over, so he had a clearer view of her face- he knew dog movies made her emotional and he also knew she preferred human contact during those moments, though she would never admit it, so he’d go sit beside her when needed.

Right.

 “I offer my heartiest congratulations to the to-be Mr. and Mrs. Pensive.” The maître-d’ of The Winter Garden didn’t usually have such young couples get engaged in his restaurant and it warmed his heart.

 Y/N snorted into her glass (which had contained a ring moments ago- she had almost ruined her roommate’s plan by ordering water), and Edmund fought a smile at the sound.

“It’s Pevensie, sir, but thank you.”

 “We do not usually have proposals, and such a young, happy couple!” He crooned, bringing his hands together. “We wish you all happiness.”

 Congratulations, now happiness, his blessings would set them for life. Y/N gave him a smile, hoping she wouldn’t be asked to talk. She wasn’t very good at the whole social interaction thing.

Which explained why she was at a fancy restaurant with her roommate/crush, getting fake proposed to for the 21st time, instead of at a party or a date or literally anywhere else.

 “Could we oblige you for a photograph?” He asked, expression hopeful and she was so reminded of Marley’s face that she was nodding yes before even realising what she was doing.

 The rest of the dining people turned to look at the young ‘couple’ being shepherded from one corner to another, in search of ‘theee lighting’ and ‘thé aesthetic’.

It was funny, they both looked so uncomfortable at being photographed, but the moment they’d brush hands or glance at each other, a small smile would appear on their faces and they would look absolutely at peace.

“See that?” Sofi Redmaar poked her son in the shoulder. “That’s love.”

 Her son looked at her with steady eyes, “I’m still not eating the vegetables.”

 “Why, you-“

 -

But none of these proposals truly rankled Y/N, nor Edmund. It was the twenty-seventh one, on a warm May day, that really got to them- well, to her, mostly.

 “A meal there costs a year’s tuition, Pevensie.” Y/N reminded Edmund as she put on dangly earrings, looking into her mirror. She’d been looking for her jewellery box the entire day- she hadn’t used or even seen it since she had moved away from home. “What are you going to do if they don’t give a free meal?”

 “My brother got engaged there, I know that they give a free meal.” Edmund assured her as he leant against her doorframe, adjusting his cuffs.

 One of the earrings slipped and fell as she turned to look at her ‘fiancé’, surprised. “Peter’s engaged?”

 He shrugged, dark eyes finding the floor. “He was. She didn’t want to wait a decade till he got his M.D, so she left.”

 “That’s cruel.” She said, empathising with his elder brother. She’d met Ed’s family quite a few times, as he had hers, and she’d taken to Peter at once. He was the elder brother she never had. As for him, she had had his eternal respect ever since she had defeated him in arm-wrestling. She didn’t want to imagine the heartbreak he had felt. “If you’re really in love, you wait for the person, no matter how long it takes.”

 “Would you?” Edmund asked, looking at the mirror she was staring into. It wasn’t often they would speak seriously- and it made his heart pound. “Would you wait?”

 “Yes.” Although she didn’t meet his eyes, being nervous of what he would see in hers, the answer came at once. “’Course I would. I love y-that person, so I’ll wait. I would hope that they would too.”

 “I’m a lucky man, aren’t I?” Edmund asked with a laugh, and the bubble of- something was broken. “Being engaged to a law student isn’t all that easy.”

 “Being engaged to a literature student must be fun, hm? You learn the most bizarre and hilarious facts.”

 “I didn’t need to know that Mary Shelley had sex on her mum’s grave, or that the poets had dick-measuring contests-“

 “It wasn’t a contest, he wanted reassurance-“

 “Wait, that reminds me, you have that paper on Keats due on Tuesday.”

 Y/N shut her eyes and dropped her head on the desk.

“Why. Did. You. Remind. Me.”

 “Because I don’t want you to fail, love.” He said airily, bending to scoop up the earring she’d dropped and handing it to her. “I’ll call the Uber in five minutes, okay?”

 “Yeah, okay.” She nodded, taking the earring from him and looking into the mirror again. Time to get engaged for the twenty-seventh time, in the fanciest restaurant in all of England.

Although he would never admit it, Edmund was starting to enjoy all these proposals. It wasn’t just the free food- it was the chance to embrace his creativity, and to outsmart other people.

Also, the look on Y/N’s face every time he proposed was something which would never grow old.

Perhaps, though, he may have gone a little overboard this time. The restaurant was the most expensive in the city, and both the uni students had gulped when they’d stood in front of it. In addition to that, he had ordered three dozen tulips, her favourite flowers (he didn’t waste much money there, his sister Lucy did part-time at a florist’s) and he had actually got the restaurant band- musicians- singing group- choir- oh, whatever, to sing her current favourite song as he went down on one knee (which had been expensive).

But that wasn’t what was most overboard.

It was what he’d said. Unlike other times, he hasn’t prepared a speech, and he had decided to speak from the heart. One of his worst decisions, and that was saying something.

Apart from the usual ‘I don’t want to ever be away from you’, ‘you make me laugh and smile, especially in moments I want to sob and break’, ‘your singing in the shower is the most adorable thing ever and I want to hear it every day for the rest of my life’, he had also said- sigh-

The Three Simple Words

Of Eight Letters

‘I love you’

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d followed it up with ‘I’m in love with you’, as if he wasn’t in enough trouble already. At least with ‘I love you’, he could’ve claimed it was platonic roommate love, but in love? No lawyer could argue against that.

He had said he was in love with her. He had said that he was in love with her.

Y/N couldn’t believe it.

Sure, you would expect that in proposals one would say I love you, but not him, not in something like this.

‘I know all this seems a little-‘

 ‘Over the top? Cheap? Horrible?’

 ‘I was going to say weird, but yes. But I promise,’ Edmund said, looking into her eyes, biting his lip ‘I won’t say anything which isn’t the truth. If I say I want to be with you forever, it’s because you’re the best roommate. If I say that you make life worth living, it’s because you have a Netflix and Disney+ subscription, if I-“

 “I get it.” Y/N stopped him, rolling her eyes. “No lies, and only exaggerated truths.”

 “Absolutely. So, do we have a deal?”

 The ‘I’m in love with you’, however? Not fine.

Or, rather, it was too fine, and it had made her feel feverish and her heart beat fast and she’d wished- oh, she had wished that this proposal was real.

She didn’t care that she was in uni, and definitely not ready for marriage.

She just- she wanted Edmund.

She loved Edmund.

Oh, goddamit, she was in love with Edmund.

And on top of that awful realisation, the power had gone out and according to the landlord, it wouldn’t be back till tomorrow.

And for once, it was a hot evening. No sign of rain, no grey clouds, no coolness in the air- nothing.

“When I want it to be summery, it rains or even bloody snows.” She told the window in her room, as she looked for appropriate but non-skimpy pyjamas to wear. “When I want it to rain, I get a heat wave.”

 The candles Edmund had lit up made the room both romantic and hotter. It pissed her off.

 "Hey." Her roommate greeted from his customary spot on the armchair. "I just sent in your essay- I would've done it on your laptop, but it died."

"Yeah, I was up all night finishing a chapter." She said, flopping onto the sofa. It had been very easy to write angst last night, which was exactly what she had been putting off for days because everything she tried to write turned out comedic. "And I forgot to charge it."

"I figured as much. It was Professor MacCready, right? The scary one?"

"Don't invoke her name." She said at once, but nodded. "Aren't you hot in that?" She asked, gesturing to his tee-and-shorts outfit.

"You're wearing literally the same thing."

"Well, I don't have the option of going shirtless, do I?"

"Hey, I'm a feminist, go shirtless, absolutely." He said, and was surprised to see her blush. She usually rolled her eyes when he said things like that. "By the way, is that my shirt or yours? I swear we've exchanged so many clothes, I can't even remember remember whose is which."

She looked down at the T-shirt, slightly baggy and a fading 'I Solemnly Swear That I am Up To No Good' printed on it. "It's mine- I think. I've had it since I was seventeen- it was way too big for me then."

"Shorts are mine, though." He said, looking at her legs and continuing to look for longer than necessary. He was pretending that nothing had happened, but she did have nice legs. And nice eyes. And nice hair. And a nice smile. And nice- pretty much everything. "Unless you've developed a new fondness for Teletubbies."

Y/N laughed as genuinely as she could, "You've made me see them so many times, would you blame me?"

But for once, Edmund didn't reply in banter, instead asking, "What's wrong?"

She looked at him in surprise, "Huh?"

"Well, it's been at least two minutes since you came in, and you haven't asked about dinner, nor have you made fun of me, and you haven't switched on the TV either."

"There's no power."

"You always forget that, and try to switch it on anyway."

She scowled at him, her stomach full of fucking butterflies again. "I'm moving out, you know me too well."

"You'd keep something from your future husband?" He asked, mockingly batting his lashes and pouting.

She threw a pillow straight at his face, and in his shock, he didn't catch it.

"That!" She exploded. "THAT is the problem!"

"Me pouting?" He asked, tossing the pillow back to her.

She threw the pillow back at him, "No, you-you tosspot!"

"Tosspot?" He was mildly surprised by her choice of insult. "I thought you preferred using 'dick' or 'bitch'."

Instead of throwing back the pillow at her face again, he simply walked over and sat down beside her. Maybe her violent urges would reduce if she were looking at him up-close.

What was he thinking, all he'd done was increase chances of getting a bloody nose.

She gave him a baleful look, and decided to cut to the chase, "You told me, the night we started this, that you weren't going to say anything which wasn't the truth, at least in basis."

He felt cold all over. She was broaching that topic which he'd pretended hadn't happened, and he was not prepared for this.

"I did."

"You said last night that you're in love with me." She felt all trembly, but refused to show it. She was blunt, and she was candid, and she wanted an honest answer. "What was that?"

"Part of a proposal?" His law professors would put him in prison for such a feeble argument. Hell, he would put himself in prison for such a feeble argument.

She scowled at him again- damn, he was starting to miss her eye-rolls- and pulled his hair, as if she were five years old.

"Edmund!"

Edmund. Damn. This was serious if she wasn't calling him 'Pevensie'.

"Unhand the hair, please." He said, eyeing her fingers fearfully. He remembered Susan had put glue in his hair once- she'd been planning to prank Peter, but it was dark and she had gotten the wrong bed- and he had an irrational attachment to his hair ever since. "And I'll tell you."

She frowned, but did as he requested.

In the candlelight, she looked at her roommate, his face illuminated by the dim glow, and she felt herself shiver. Had she been worrying for nothing? It was probably just a simple misspeak. Was her heart about to break?

Why was she so dramatic?

"I said that," He started slowly, remembering what he'd though about integrity and justice. Perhaps truth could be added to that too. "I said what I said, in the moment, accidentally. I didn't mean to say it."

He looked at her, and saw her face close off and withdraw again. Before she could shrug and say she knew and had expected that, he took her hands, and he saw her body go rigid.

"But," He began again, looking straight into her bright eyes, "I did mean what I said."

Y/N felt her resolve to stay impassive shake. "Ed..."

"I'm not just saying this because you're wearing shorts and I can see down your shirt." He promised, and he thought 'finally' as she rolled her eyes. "I'm in love with you, L/N. From your ineptitude in cooking to your spontaneous bursts of fangirl crying-"

"I don't cry." She said automatically, as if she didn't remember the previous week, when she had had to go out of the flat when the scene at Vormir in Endgame was playing.

He ignored her, "From your long legs, to that pimple above your eyebrow, from your love of procrastination to your hoarding tendencies, from the curve here-" He slipped his hand out of hers, and rested it on her hip, "to the curve here-" The hand slipped to her back, which arched obediently, "from the way you smile when you see a dog, to the way you're biting your lip now."

He had moved even closer to her, and there was barely any distance between them. Despite the dim light, she could count every freckle on his cheeks- above his lips- his lips-

His lips, which were touching hers.

What was that called again?

Her brain was mush.

Right. Kissing.

He was kissing her, his hands inside her shirt and hers in his hair, and there was no better way to spend that evening, or any of the others.

Though electricity wouldn't be an unwelcome companion, not at all.

A week later:

"We have two bedrooms." Edmund said, bursting into his snogging-mate's and immediately falling into the bed she had been reading contentedly in- essay on Shakespeare due and of course that means she took the chance to read Taming of the Shrew.

"I thought you were coming here to say we were going out again." Y/N said, idly turning a page of the huge Shakespeare's Collected Works. "But yes, I know. Even I'm not oblivious enough not to notice."

He took the book out of her hands, wanting to be paid attention to.

"But we've been sharing a room since- for a week."

Y/N blushed red, and even more so as he rolled on top of her.

"And so?" She asked, promptly running her fingers through his dark waves of hair. She loved his hair. She loved him. Not correlatedly, but still.

"Maybe I ought to move in here for good?" He asked nervously, sliding his hands up her camisole to rest on her ribs. "Or you could move in mine...I'm not picky."

Working hard to keep her voice steady, she said calmly, inwardly rather giddy, "I'd love that. But the other room?"

"I have an idea." He murmured, lowering himself to kiss the hollow of her throat- from which the sapphire ring usually gleamed from a silver chain (he'd tried to give it back to his mother, but she had said that the ring was intended for one of her son's wives, and since Peter had taken quite an unwavering interest in one of Susan's archery students, who was tall and had long dark hair and smiled excitedly whenever he caught sight of Peter when he went to pick up his sister after class, it would probably be intended for his wife, while she'd have to think of something else for Peter's husband)- just as his hand reached higher and kneaded her breast.

Her hips bucked involuntarily- she couldn't control her mind, but she sound be able to control her body, at least, oh come on!

"Wh-what idea?" She asked, her voice strangled and why were they clothed no clothes they were bad

"Maybe," His finger flicked over a nipple, and his other hand pushed up her top to expose her chest to him completely. This was even better than the free food. "We can turn it into a library?"

This time she couldn't hold back a moan, but she was unsure if it was his words or his touch.

"I really love you, Pevensie."

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her jaw, "Love you too, darling."

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Two years later, much to a diamond-ring-on-left-ring-finger-wearing Y/N’s delight, Edmund found that McDonald's did give free burgers after one got engaged.

And a free sundae too.

No wonder his fiancée worshipped the place.

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