#Susan pevensie x y/n

[wrenwreads]

a glass... or two!

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

request for @edmundpevensielover : EDMUND PEVENSIE X READER

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

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

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

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

word count: 1.4k

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

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

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

It has been too long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No… nonono, notyet—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Ed, are you even drunk?”

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

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

#edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #the chronicles of narnia x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x y/n #edmund pevensie one shot #edmund pevensie imagine #edmund pevensie fanfiction #king edmund the just #edmund pevensie ff #wrenwritesed #wrenwrites

[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

#peter pevensie #high king peter the magnificent #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie headcanons #peter pevensie x you #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #narnia x reader #narnia headcanons #narnia imagine #high king peter #high king peter x reader #high king peter headcanons #peter pevensie x y/n #lucy pevensie #queen lucy the valiant #queen susan the gentle #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #king edmund the just

[chloe-skywalker]

Obvious - Peter Pevensie

Peter x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 807

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

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

Masterlist

Narnia Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

^ ^ ^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Likewise your majesty.” Y/n smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

“Should I?” Peter genuinely asked.

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

“That obvious?” Peter grimaced smiling shyly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely.” He nodded pulling out his sword.

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

“They would be.” Susan agreed

Aslan chuckled deeply standing next to the young women.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#y/n #imagines #imagine #x reader #x y/n #narnia #narnia imagines #narnia imagine #narnia the lion the witch and the wardobe #peter pevensie #peter pevensie x reader #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #aslan #peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie imagines

[luvendiary]

the advisor / edmund pevensie

edmund pevensie x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I talk now?” he asked.

“Where am I?” you replied.

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

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

“Have I been kidnapped?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t bring you here, Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Am I supposed to bow?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, My Lady,” she replied.

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

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

“Yes, My Lady.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Phillip does miss you,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just kiss already.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Relax,” Peter whispered reassuringly.

“I’m trying,” you whispered back.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ed…what is this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

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

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

“Ed, listen…if this is a joke…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You would be honored to be called a Pevensie.

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

The whole room exploded into applause and cheers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you Ed.”

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

#narnia #chronicles of narnia #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #edmund x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #emund x y/n #edmund pevensie x y/n #edmund x you #edmund pevensie x you #the chronicles of narnia #aslan #narnia fic

[narcissisticmf]

the golden witch | peter pevensie x fem!reader

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

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

requested by: @oyasumimosura

word count: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" Peter questioned softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"For Aslan," Reepicheep stated.

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

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

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

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

"Thanks," Susan offered a small grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, feel free," Peter replied.

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

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

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

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

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

"Five minutes?" Peter breathed out.

"Three," Miraz spat.

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

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

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

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

"Well, you are busy," Caspian replied.

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

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

"Sorry," She cringed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My king," Sopespian whispered.

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

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

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

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

"Be ready!" He called out to them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[original-siphon]

The Boy Next Door

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warning: Smut.. Idt anything else.

A/n: I merged two requests. This is set during the beginning of Voyage of the Dawn Treader time, when (in my opinion) Edmund looked the most handsome. Oh god I can die for this man 😭.

Also I'm planning to make another part of it.

P. S. Apologies for poorly written smut :")

Request by @zadri and anon

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It was late November, when your family moved to Cambridge, to the house right beside the Scrubbs'. Your father had bought the house now, so you had to go along with the plan, even though you were quite reluctant moving there. Even after lots of arguments and quarrels with your father, he wouldn't change his mind. So here you were now, unloading your boxes from the truck and moving them to your bedroom.

You whined as you climbed up the stairs, this house wasn't bad, but you'd miss your old one very much. More like you'd miss your friends from there, because being a teenager was hard. Being the new girl in your neighborhood and trying to blend wouldn't be that easy. Your father noticed your constant sighing and mumbling and asked at last, "Y/n, honey, are you okay?"

What were you supposed to say to that? He knew you weren't, your weekly arguments about moving to this place made it pretty clear. So you took a seat on the lowest step of the stairs quietly, and eyed the man before you.

"I know you didn't want this, dear," your father spoke softly, "but I can't let you complain about it anymore. What's done is done. We've moved here now. So I suggest you give this place a chance rather than not."

You fidgetted with your hands, looking down. He was right. This was your life now. At least you have to try to make the best of it. So you nodded at him, and got up to your bedroom to unpack.

You had an enormous amounts of clothes. You sighed, "Why does this has to be so hard."

You decided that the two boxes that are still left can be unpacked later and went to stand in front of a window of your room. It didn't have a very good view like your other window, but you hadn't explored this window yet so you stood in front of it, looking outside. From there, you could see a bedroom of your neighbour's house very clearly. And that's when it happened. A boy, not much older than you, came in and started undoing his shirt buttons. He had brown hair and eyes but right now you were far more focused on his bare chest. He wasn't paying attention to his opened window, didn't even pull the curtains. But right before he undid the zipper of his pants, he looked to your direction, locking eyes with you. You could tell he was as flustered as you were, but none of you moved, you kept staring at each other. It was his slightest movement that brought you back from your stance and you nothing but jumped away from his gaze and ran further inside your bedroom, where he couldn't see you anymore. You collected your thoughts as you sat yourself on your bed. You just moved. You couldn't just stare at your hot neighbour undressing in front of the window. Emphasis on HOT. Yes, that he was. You shook your head, removing the thought out of your head. It was dinner time anyways so you should join your family downstairs and get your mind off of it. You pulled on your feet, and brought yourself to climb down the stairs.

Dinner was quiet. You knew you were, after what just happened. You couldn't stop thinking about it. About him. Putting your dish in the sink, you thought if he'll still be in his room when you got back to yours. You could just peek once while putting the curtains on of your window, no harm in it, right? So without any further delay, you climbed back up to your room to work through the plan. You went up to the window, tugging at the curtain, and looked sneakily at his room. He wasn't there. You felt a wave of disappointment that you shouldn't have, but took it and yourself to your bed, and hoped to sleep. Which you did, after the long day that you had.

Next day, you woke up hearing chatters down in your living room. You cleaned up quickly to go downstairs and see what the noise was about. As you were on the last step of the stairs your mother greeted you, "Good morning, Y/n, dear. The Scrubbs are here!" Scrubbs? As in the people who live next door? The boy you saw naked belonged to that house! You chuckled lowly, hiding your embarassment and hoping that boy didn't come to visit. "Good morning, mum, Mr and Mrs Scrubb." You felt awkward, and scanned the room sleekly. No sign of the boy, thank goodness. Comfortable now, you sat next to the girl who seemed a little older than you. She was quick to talk to you, "Hi, I'm Susan Pevensie," she said as she turned to face you, "I'm here to visit my siblings and cousin." You smiled at her, she seemed pleasant, "I'm Y/n Y/l/n, nice to meet you." Siblings and cousin she said? That boy must be her brother then. Own brother clearly, her hair and eye colour resembled very much. "You're coming to our place for lunch, Y/n. The neighbours should get to know each other well, right," she stated and asked, you couldn't figure what to say, when she continued, "and you'll be delighted to know that I have a brother of about same age as you. I hope you become friends." She smiled at you sweetly, which you returned, but right now your mind was running a hundred miles. She must be talking about him. The boy you're dreading to meet. You knew there will come a time where your parents and the Scrubbs were going to get acquainted. How could you do something so stupid? Not even one day in the neighborhood and you already built complications.

Another hour passed as your parents and the Scrubbs talked, Susan and you exchanged a few words as well. Then they left. Which meant only one thing, lunchtime was soon. You huffed and said, "Mum, do I have to go?"

"Well, obviously, Y/n," your mother replied, "the invitation is for all of us."

"Yeah, well," you muttered, "can't I just like not go this time?"

"Darling," you heard your mother speaking sternly, "you heard Mrs. Scrubbs, didn't you? There are kids of your age, you'll like it there! And if nothing, Susan seemed good. She'll company you. Don't stay holed up in your room when you have a chance to mingle is all I'm saying."

She was right. You couldn't stay alone forever, you had to make friends. And Susan did seem good. You nodded as your mother asked you to get ready, before going back up to your room.

You opened your closet, to pick something to wear. You wanted to seem good enough and make an impression while meeting your neighbours, mostly on that boy, but you weren't going to accept that. You'd rather stay in denial. Especially after what happened last night, denial was your best option. You pick a floral dress, gorgeous enough but not too vibrant. Subtle was your suit. Slipping it on, you climbed down the stairs to see your parents ready. So yes, you were doing this, and doing this now. Your heart raced, mixed with social anxiety and embarrassment for obvious reasons. But you shook it off, plastering a smile to your face. Yes, you were ready to do this.

A twenty seconds walk and a knock on the door revealed a very pleased Mrs. Scrubb, "Come on in already, we were just awaiting your arrival," she smiled at you all and then faced inside of her house, "Honey, the Y/l/ns' are here!"

She stepped aside and gave you all space to come inside.

It was a beautifully decorated house, neat and clean, and had a very homey feeling. Before you could comprehend, you were taken to the dining table and seated on one of the chairs. One by one, the members of the family came up to take seats. You knew Susan, but not the girl that followed beside her. Your curiosity was visible, maybe that's why you heard Susan chiming up, "Y/n meet my sister, Lucy. And that is my cousin Eustace," she took a chair beside you as you followed her gaze to a rather young blonde boy. And right behind him, came the boy you saw last night. "And that is Edmund, my brother." You locked eyes with him, and your face heated up. You could tell that even he was quite embarrassed, looking at you, and from that look, you knew he wasn't expecting this. What was more unexpected was that the only empty chair left for Edmund was the other chair beside you. Since he came in the last, all the other chairs were occupied already.

You internally groaned as Susan said from beside you, "Y/n, Edmund is the one we were talking about earlier."

"You- you were talking about... me?" Edmund startled from the chair he now sat in.

"No," you spoke lowly, "Susan was just telling me that she has a brother around my age... " you trailed off, knowing that you indirectly referred last night's incident.

"Oh, I thought," he quickly stopped. No wonder he thought the same thing.

"What did you think, Ed," said Susan again, plainly curious, "You're not that special that we'd have a proper discussion about you." Her sisterly teasing relieved you of enough tension now, so that you were actually concentrating on the lunch and the conversations. Though during, you and Edmund never shared a glance or a few words. It was undeniably embarrassing for both of you. You thanked God too early, because suddenly it was Mrs Scrubb's turn to say, "Edmund, why don't you show Y/n around? She's new, you've been living here for a while. She could use the company!"

While her words were nothing but sincere, you couldn't help your eyes getting wide at the idea. Edmund of all people? Couldn't she ask Susan? For God's sake.

"That sounds lovely," your mother didn't miss the chance to grab the idea, "Y/n really could use some company right now."

"So, Edmund?" Mrs Scrubb asked, expecting a positive answer anyways.

"Sure," Edmund spoke finally, "Whenever Y/n's free," he tried to sound as nonchalant as he could.

"Y/n literally has nothing to do for a few days. I'd really prefer her to be out instead of just staying holed up in her room." Your mother was practically embarrassing you right now. You had to say something.

"That's right, I'm free even this evening. Would that work, Edmund?"

"Sure," he coughed, "today... evening it is."

You could feel his unease, even you were uneasy.

"Susan," you turned to face her, "won't you join us?" You were hoping so hard and begging God that she agreed.

"I would've, surely. But I am leaving for America tomorrow." You heard the genuine disappointment in her voice. But you were surely more disappointed.

"That's okay," you said under your breath. Edmund and you it is. Great.

"So what are you guys waiting for?" Mrs Scrubb chirped, "It is already evening, Y/l/ns' wouldn't want their daughter to return late. Get the evening started already."

--

You had left with Edmund now, for a walk, but much to your discomfort none of you talked. He occasionally sent awkward glances to your way, but nothing more.

"Listen... I'm sorry," you didn't know from where this sudden urge to apologise came, "I shouldn't have.. looked." You fidgetted with the long sleeve of your sweater, awkwardness settling over once again.

"Well I was the stupid one," he broke the silence, "to undress while leaving the curtains off."

He awkwardly chuckled, "In my defense, I didn't know people had moved next door."

"And in my defense, I didn't know other people even lived next door," you lightened up by now, "doesn't really matter as a good excuse though.. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologise over and over again, Y/n," he chuckled again, louder and lighter this time, "it's really okay."

You fell silent again, but somehow it was more comfortable than before. But then he broke it again, saying, "I do have to ask one thing, I can't help but."

"Oh," you glanced up curiously, meeting his eyes, "what is it?"

"Did you like it?" You didn't know what he was talking about. Liked what? The confusion that etched on your face was visible, urging Edmund to ask his question clearly this time.

"What I meant was, did you like what you saw last night?"

What? How could he be so blunt? Just a minute back he was all red as a pumpkin just looking at you, now he's what, flirting? You couldn't register, shook your head again before asking, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you very well know what I mean. You couldn't take your eyes off as much as I remember." His reply was not what you expected. The incident that had you both so embarrassed all day, and he's being suggestive about that now. Well obviously you couldn't deny, you were attracted toward him from that very moment.

Before you even realised, Edmund had you cornered in a secluded lane. "Don't be shy now, just tell me if you liked it."

You heard him, talking like that to you, so your mind wandered into dirty places. "Yes," you breathily said, "I liked it." Your response had somehow fuelled Edmund's burning gaze on your body, and his face now had a smirk dancing on it, "Do you wish to see more?" And with that, his arms slithered around your waist. "Y-yes," your voice shook, still you managed a response out with whatever strength you had, "I do." He let go of you at that, his sly smile never leaving his face. You were somewhat disappointed at the loss of contact, but quickly perked up when the boy before you said, "Then let's take this to my room."

--

The plan was simple. While the families are busy with their chitter chatter, you and Edmund would quietly get in his house, and sneak to his room. And when you're done, you'd just climb down the stairs as quietly and pretend you just came back. It was challenging, but you two managed to pull it off. You were now successfully in Edmund's room, unbeknownst to anyone of his or your family.

"Well, you have a nice room," you said looking around. But Edmund out of nowhere grabbed you by the waist and said pulling you in, "We don't have much time for this chitchat," he breathed into your ears before biting it softly, "Plus, you seen my room before."

This has you all hot and wet, and you started letting your hands roam around his body. "Edmund... please," you begged, unsure for what. You felt him pulling you even closer, your breasts were now mushed against his chest. "Use your words, doll," that nickname made you even wetter, if that was possible. "Please... make me cum," you blurted, voice so shaky that it came out as a loud whisper.

"Sure thing," he smirked, liking the effect he had on you. And with that you were pushed onto his bed, legs parted and his hips in between. He held your hands up with one of his hands, while he used the other to cup one of your breasts.

"So full and plump," he squeezed it gently and pried off the fabric of your dress, and then your bra. You were aware now that your breast was bared to him, the heat in your core grew at that point when you couldn't take it anymore, so you ground your pelvis to his through the clothes.

"Getting impatient now, are we?" The tease in his voice was audible, it was also visible on his face.

"You said we didn't have much time. Can't blame me if I wanna make the most of it," you didn't hide the urgency in your words, you couldn't.

"You've got a point," his brown eyes had now turned fully dark with desire, "let's get on to it then."

His hand started working your dress buttons off, and in no time it was discarded to the floor. You managed to unbutton his shirt in the meantime, and had both of you half naked, coddling each other. He dropped his hand lower to your body, touching your core through your panties while assaulting your neck with wet and sloppy kisses.

"Don't be a tease," you whimpered, pleasure was already getting better of you. He took it has a signal and pushed the crotch of your panties aside to finger you. "Only one finger inside, and you're already a mess," he said against your collarbone, "what would you do if I added another?"

That he did. Two of his fingers were inside your core, making a come hither motion against all the right spots. His thumb brushed across your clit, getting you tightened around his fingers.

"Not yet, doll," his warm breath fell on your cheeks, "pleasure's best when it's mutual."

You opened your eyes to look at him, not even remembering when you closed them in the first place. The built up pleasure was too overwhelming to be not focused on. Your eyes met as he pulled his fingers out and to his lips, licking all of your juices.

"Tastes better than I imagined."

"You imagined?" Your curiosity was genuine.

"That's right doll," he smirked, "I imagined it all night long yesterday, while I got myself off."

That had you going nuts now. Your desire for him grew to the point where you couldn't stop yourself from saying, "Edmund, fuck me now."

He heard you, seemingly understood you. So he wasted no time in discarding of his pants and boxers. His hard-on sprung out and your mouth fell agape. You couldn't help but stare at the size, and imagine it filling you up in the best ways possible.

"I won't make you wait anymore now," he aligned his cock to your core, running his tip through your slit up and down a few time before gently pushing in. You moaned vulgarly, finally getting what you anticipated all the evening. He started riding you, keeping one hand under your neck while the other held you by the waist, keeping you in place during each one of his thrusts. Your hand roamed his back, occasionally scratching him ever so slightly, as you started buckling your hips to meet his. After a few of his slow thrusts, he picked up the pace, hitting every part of your insides with each motion. His pace kept increasing, as he grunted against your neck with each thrust. Even you were a moaning mess now, you could feel the coil in your lower belly tighten. "I'm close," you say between your moans.

"Even I am, doll," Edmund said, "but you let it go for me first." That was enough to have you come undone on him. You felt ripples of pleasure rolling out of your core as he kept going faster, until he pulled out. Hot white liquid spilled on your breasts, and above you he was panting, eyes closed, beads of sweat decorating his beautiful forehead.

--

Moments later, you helped each other get dressed, comfortable silence settled between you. "I wish we didn't have to hurry," said Edmund while buttonning his shirt and met your eyes, smiling a bit, "we could've had another round."

"I would've enjoyed that," you said, smiling back , "definitely." You both were dressed, you were just fixing your hair when Edmund pulled you in from behind. You turned your face to look at him and he kissed you gently on your lips. It was a simple peck, nothing more, which confused you.

"So you give that sort of kiss after you just fuck a girl?" You couldn't help but speak up your thoughts.

"I've never done this before," he said quietly, "I felt nervous to kiss you."

His revelation confused you more.

"You've never had sex?" You turned in his arms, now completely facing him.

"Yes," he said, looking deep into your eyes, "but it was usually after I dated the girl."

You tilted your head at that, "I'm not expecting anything from you, Edmund," you said, kissing him softly, "I hope you know that."

"But I don't want you to think that way, Y/n," his brows knitted, "I would love to be more than a one time thing. If you're okay with giving a try."

Your smile grew bigger at his words, "It's quite worth the try, I'm sure."

You locked lips again, but it was sweet and gentle, you didn't believe something that sweet was possible after the filthy time you had.

"Glad you live next door, Y/n," he winked, smiling suggestively, "we're gonna have so much fun."

And it was no secret anymore that the feeling was mutual.

#edmund pevensie #edmund x reader #narnia #susan pevensie #x y/n #smut imagine #one shot #voyage of the dawn treader #chronicles of narnia

[lexxie]

Injured (Pevensie!Reader)

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

Requested by anon

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

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

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

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

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

"It hurts, a lot" You answered

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

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

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

#narnia #The Chronicles of Narnia #peter pevensie #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie x y/n #peter pevensie x you #susan pevensie #susan pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #lucy pevensie #lucy pevensie x reader #platonic #x reader #Headcanon #headcanons #not my gifs #writing #writer #alexsparadise #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x male reader #x male!reader #x y/n

[hpnarnia1d]

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

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

#peter pevensie #peter pevensie imagine #narnia #william moseley #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #narnia movies #narnia headcanons #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie x y/n #harry potter #hp fandom

[cateyesinlove]

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

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

Narnia; What if Peter had a Spouse

Gn significant other for Peter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They waited for more still looking at Aslan.

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

It dawns on them for a moment before accepting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ You are here,” They whisper and sobs. 

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

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

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

-

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

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #narnia prince caspian #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #king peter the magnificent #high king peter #queen susan the gentle #king edmund the just #queen lucy the valiant #kings and queens of Narnia #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie x y/n #peter pevensie fic #peter pevensie one shot

[aokoaoi]

𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗬 ᵉᵈᵐᵘⁿᵈ ᵖᵉᵛᵉⁿˢⁱᵉ

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

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

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗔.

𝖯𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖼 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉.

𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.

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

𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗬 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖲.

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

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ | 𝗉𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵗʷᵒ | 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾.

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ | ...

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇs ᴏғ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ: ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴀsᴘɪᴀɴ.

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ | ...

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

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ | ...

I am entering my narnia phase

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #fantasy #adventure #romcom #romance #friends to lovers #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #narnia x reader #the white witch #narnia aslan #character x y/n #character x reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #prince caspian

[wrenwreads]

she’s enough.

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

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: nothing

genre: fluff, edmund pining over his bsf

word count: 591

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

“It’s not fair.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit up!” she hissed.

Another hit.

“Sit up, you twat!”

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

“Peter, then?”

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

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

“Never!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Having her around, she’s enough.

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

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[moody-03]

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

Characters to choose from:

Peter

Edmund

Susan

Caspian

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

#narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #prince caspian #white witch #aslan #fanfic #x reader #x y/n smut #x y/n #angst #fluff #smut #lovers #love #enemies #strangers #hate #desire #anger #lust #royalty #king #queen #fantasy #fandom #male!reader #f!reader #gn!reader

[chrisili]

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊?

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x fem!reader

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

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

Genre: friends to enemies to lovers? Angst? Fluff

Word count: 2,8 k

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N COME ON!”

“PETER! HURRY UP!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not hard enough…” she mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”

“And nothing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fanfiction #oneshot #fanfic #imagine #x reader #Narnia #narnia x reader #narnia fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #pevensie #peter pevensie #peter #high king #high king peter #peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie x reader #Peter Pevensie x reader fluff #Peter Pevensie x reader kiss #Peter Pevensie x reader Enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers #reader #female reader #fluff #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #prince caspian

[narcissisticmf]

just take a break | peter pevensie x fem!reader

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

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

word count: 1.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You close, love?" He whispered shakily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hello!! So excited that your requests are open! Would you do a Peter Pevensie X reader where they get trapped after battle (maybe in a cave waiting for the other pevensies to reach them) and the reader is injured so Peter has to care for her and some fluff and comfort?? Thank you! 💗💗💗 If you don't choose to write it thats ok!

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There are two soldiers in a cave, waiting for rescue. One is a king; the other, one of his subjects. He is sitting upright, alternating between anxiously scanning the mouth of the cave for intruders and staring back down at the girl. She is less active, but that is due in part to the ever growing pool of blood underneath her ribs. 

They have been here for quite some time already, and although the king will not admit it, he fears that it will be quite some time again before they are rescued. He must have faith, though, for both of them. It is hard not to worry. Not when Peter Pevensie can picture so plainly how they got here, and why they were forced into the cave to begin with. 

They were not supposed to be attacked, but it happened anyway. Narnia is a kingdom, and kingdoms fall. Rival kings lust for power that isn’t theirs, and peaceful homelands must rally to protect themselves. Soldiers turn to bitter struggles, cowards turn to run. You had two choices when the banner of war was lifted:  stay and fight, or leave and live.

You chose to stay. Will that be what kills you, wanting to be there for your friends? No one can tell for certain, but your blood is darkening the stones beneath you with a deeper stain than you’d like, and the thought of rescue is quite far off. There is no guarantee that anyone will reach you in time, regardless of what Peter is trying to whisper to you. There is no guarantee that you can hear him at all anymore.

Instead, you can hear him yesterday morning, strangely strong despite the early hour of the morning. Narnian spies had come back around dawn bearing news of an approaching army, one that didn’t look friendly. The Pevensies had been carefully monitoring threats to their kingdom for years, but no one could tell for sure that one would attack until they were already on horseback with hands on weapons.

There had been limited time for defense. Peter had rallied his army and their allies, and his siblings frantically evacuated the surrounding townspeople to a safer location, all the while battening down the hatches at home so that Cair Paravel would not be taken. Battle plans were drafted long ago, but it is one thing to write them up in the safety of peace, and something else entirely to have to use them.

The attackers didn’t arrive until midday. They gave an announcement that Narnia was to surrender peacefully or fall violently. Standing on the ramparts of the castle, looking down on the swarms of soldiers, you could feel anger burning in your chest at the insult of it all. As if Narnia would fall to a paltry foe like some neighboring king. As if there was any among your ranks that would not fight to their last breath to defend their kingdom.

Peter had given an answer somewhat along those lines, although, as coached by Susan, with a little more tact. You could tell he was fighting to keep his rage in check, though, if the red crescents imprinted into his palms from where his fingernails had bit into his palms were any sort of warning sign.

After that, the only thing left was to go to war. Before the fighting started, Peter had pulled you aside and asked if you really wanted to do this. You were a soldier of Narnia, a force fighting for good, but more than that, you were his friend, and Peter did not want to lose anyone if he could avoid it.

Tucked into a quiet alcove of Cair Paravel, golden hair rusted over with the shadows of the dark corner, Peter’s hands had tightened around yours as he said, “You can leave now, Y/N. If you want to. I want you to be safe.”

You had shaken your head. “Absolutely not. Narnia is my home, Peter. I can’t leave when she needs me.”

Peter had sighed ruefully, but the spark of pride behind his worried expression had told you what you wanted to know the most:  having you there with him meant more than he could possibly describe. The two of you are friends, just friends, but sometimes, you think that the sort of friendship you have with him has long outstripped any sort of bond of camaraderie either of you have held with anyone else. If you die, you will do it by his side. If he falls, he wants you there to see it.

Thus the battle was waged. You donned your armor as quickly as you could, grabbing your weapons before helping the other soldiers. It was time to defend your homeland. No cause could be more important. No risk could be as worthy.

The sun is setting over the hills; Peter cannot see much of it, tucked into the cave as the two of you are, but the loss of light is enough to cause him significant worry. The attackers, although arrived around noon the previous day, had waited until the dark of night to close their ranks and begin the fight. It had added a deadly edge of danger to an already perilous battle, what with the reduced visibility. 

The battle had been fought well through the night and into the next dawn, but Peter is not sure that another midnight spent in this stone refuge will prove a good idea for either of you. Mainly for you; Peter looks down again, noticing that your eyes flutter closed more than they stay open, and your skin looks dull and tired even without the loss of light. He pulls you closer to him, shuts his eyes, and prays to anyone who will hear, anyone worthwhile listening, that someone will save you. Not even him. It just has to be you.

Night falls and you hear the clang of steel against steel reverberating around you. Your soldiers, though kept in rigorous practice, have not been to war in a while. They do not exercise the cruelty that the enemy fighters seem to have in spades. What you do have is heart, though, and Narnia has taught you that even the most formidable of odds can be overturned in time.

Slowly, surely, light begins to creep over the sky, and the Narnians manage to push their attackers back from Cair Paravel, over the uneven, rocky ground and towards the mountains once more. Smooth ground twists itself with stone outcroppings, making the fight even trickier than it was before. You step over bodies on the ground, unable to tell whether they are friend or foe, but you force yourself to keep your head. It would not do to lose control now.

Dawn is upon you at last, touching rosy fingers over scarlet blood and pearlescent bone. There is no such thing as a good fight, an honorable war, and if you return home, the lingering knowledge of what has been done upon this land will sit with you for a long time to come. When you come home, that is. After all of this, you must survive. Narnia must survive.

A shout, a scream; soldiers pour over the hills again, and you realize with a chill that your enemies had reinforcements in line, waiting for something like this to happen. You managed to get yourself stuck on the outskirts of the battle in an attempt to go after some higher ranking officials in the enemy army, and now you’re lost in the downstream current of dozens of opposing soldiers flooding towards you. 

Too many for you to fight by yourself, that much is certain, but you have no choice now. They encircle you, and even as you manage to take down some, there are too many of them. One raises his sword as you parry another soldier, and when you blink, it has pierced your armor, threading your ribs. It doesn’t hurt and then it does, an agony like lightning rattling through your entire body.

You might scream, you’re not sure of it. You wait for them to kill you, but strangely enough, the death blow does not come. Someone catches you before you fall, and the early morning sun shines on golden curls. Peter. He’s found you, somehow, in the tumult of the battle. You can just hear him shouting to his men that he’s going to take you to cover, and then he’s picked you up, cradling you in his arms like a bride, and running for shelter.

There’s a cave not far from here. Peter stumbles in, twisting past boulders and turns in the tunnel before he gently puts you down behind the cover of a rocky outcropping. There are too many of them out there, running past the mouth of the cave, so Peter does not dare leave you even when you tell him that you’ll be fine. It is a lie. He knows it. He stays.

Peter tells you that, despite the arrival of the enemy reinforcements, he believes the battle will be settled in favor of the Narnians. The enemy fighters were desperate, they knew they were going to lose, which was why they called in more men. They’re still being forced past the Narnian borders, though, even with a king and a soldier pulled out of the fight like this.

Peter won’t risk leaving you, not with the precarious shape you’re in. Besides, the landscape is so messed up with rocks that he is not sure that he could find this particular cave if he steps outside of it to fight again. You can hear the shouts of men, but neither of you can tell whether they’re Narnian or not. To shout back is to risk death.

Instead, the two of you stay there in the cave, feeling the hours tick by, unable to do a thing about it. Peter grows more restless as you grow more still. He tells you that his siblings will look for the two of you, that when they come, you will be safe.

“We’ll be fine,” he says, voice unnaturally slow, like a schoolboy repeating a lesson he’s learned by heart, “We’ll be fine.” You’re not entirely sure if he believes it.

And then it is dark again, and there is still no one here. Peter does not know if you are alive. He is telling himself that you are, because to keep up desperate hope is far better than giving in to the fear that he has lost you like this. There is a chance you have survived; the enemy soldier who hit you had slashed you across the front instead of stabbing you directly, which is what Peter did when he stumbled upon the scene and realized that he was about to lose the only person that matters to him more than anything else. We all have our demons, our secrets.

A scratching sound at the mouth of the cave, somewhat like a mouse but heavier, too, more purposeful. Could an enemy soldier have come back to finish the job? They may not have been able to take Cair Paravel, but they could at least slaughter the High King while they were running away.

Peter feels his entire body tense, his hand resting on his sword. He dares not draw it, too afraid of risking the noise. He’ll fight for both of them if he has to. He’ll keep them alive a little longer. Y/N does not stir by his side.

And then– a voice, just a few meters away. “Peter?”

It’s his sister. It’s Susan. Peter lets out a gasp of relief that could be a sob and calls back as loudly as he dares, “Susan?”

A clattering of footsteps and three siblings descend into the cave. Edmund’s eyes are wide and scared, but the fear starts to go away when Peter carefully gets to his feet and pulls his younger brother into an embrace. Ed starts to say something about how he thought– he thought– but Peter says it’s okay, he is not hurt, but then the words roll back on his tongue because Y/N is not okay, and therefore he cannot be, either.

Lucy has already found her friend lying motionless on the ground and hurriedly rummages through the small red bag on her side, reaching for the healing cordial she received so long ago. She carefully lets a few drops fall onto Y/N’s mouth, and the entirety of several millennia passes before Y/N coughs quietly and starts to sit up.

Peter falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around her. Distantly, he hears Susan ushering his siblings away, something about wanting to give them space, but he does not care, he does not care because she is alright, Y/N is alright, and that means he is, too, very much alright.

Y/N whispers in his ear, voice still hoarse but healing, slowly. It’s okay, they have time. “You stayed?”

“Yes,” Peter says back, choking on some unnameable emotion, “I did. I would never leave you, Y/N. I– I love you. You know that.”

She does. “I love you too,” she says, and Peter can find it within himself to smile at last, to help her up, to walk back with her to the castle. They have time. It is okay. They will all, somehow, be alright after this, and that means that far fewer worries crown Peter’s head tonight and all nights after that.

requested by @ajwild220, i hope you enjoy!

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Being the youngest Pevensie sibling in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (gn!reader)

A/N: This will be set in the first movie, maybe I will do more parts for the next ones other time. Reader is going to be 1-2 years younger than Lucy (so 7 or 6 years old). This gif is not mine and english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!

Helen (Mrs. Pevensie) said goodbye to you in the train station after all your siblings, she kissed your forhead and said "Be good Y/N, listen to your brothers and sisters"

Everyone squeezed each other as they looked out of the train's window, saying goodbye to your mother one last time

When the train arrived at the destination, every kid was picked up, and you and your siblings were the last ones

You got tired after waiting a long time, so Peter carried you

No matter your gender, I think you would share rooms (with Edmund or Susan and Lucy) at Professor Kirke's house, but if that isn't possible you would have a room for yourself near your siblings

Or one of the eldest would sleep in the couch (probably Peter)

Discovering the wardrobe with Lucy:

The youngest often follows their older siblings

Since Peter was counting when playing hide and seek, Susan hid in a trunk and Edmund didn't want anyone with him, you followed Lucy

When both of you went in the room and found this thing covered in cloth, you were immedeatly curious

Lucy took the cloth off revealing a wardrobe, and gave you a look before entering, Peter was almost done counting

You entered the wardrobe and almost closed the door, you and Lucy looked through the small opening and then it closed completely

When some strange things touched your hands, you were confused

Until turning around and finding an amazing place covered in snow

Lucy grabbed your hand

"Stay close to me"

You walked to the light post and screamed when a strange creature appeared

Few seconds went by when your sister started walking and grabbed one of the packages the creature dropped and gave it to it, you did the same thing

After some talking, it was discovered that the creature was a faun, who thought the little humans were dwarfs

"I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl! And actually, I'm the tallest in my class" -Lucy

Then he asked if you were children of Adam and Eve

"Well, our mum's name is Helen"

He said you were human, and seemed afraid while saying that

Lucy explained how you got there

Some time after, you found out the faun is called Mr.Tumnus

You spent time in his home, but he rushed Lucy and you back to the light post

You were both back in the room with the wardrobe, and it seemed you appeared in the exact moment you left

Edmund was still in his hiding spot and Peter approached the three

When you and Lucy tried to explain everything, they didn't believe you

Discovering the wardrobe with the rest of the siblings:

When Peter started counting, you looked around the room some seconds before running to a door

You ended up hiding under a couch in a hallway

When Lucy came back and tried to tell everyone about Narnia, nobody believed her except you

But after seeing the woods, they apologized to you two

Now your relationship with each Pevensie sibling

Peter Pevensie

He would be the most protective, since you are the youngest

I'm not sure if he knows how to play chess, but if he does, he would teach you

He would also read you stories before bed

Susan Pevensie

Would teach you lots of things

Makes you read books that can teach you something useful (in her words)

I feel both of you plus Lucy would learn to bake together before the war happened

Edmund Pevensie

Would bother you and make jokes, but not in a really harmful way (he wouldn't literally bully you)

I think he would also be protective

And be like: You can't make fun of my little siblings, only I can!

Lucy Pevensie

Since she is the closest in age to you, you would have the best relationship from all the siblings

But that doesn't mean you aren't close with the others

Lucy is your playmate

Play time is always fun, because the imagination both of you have is big

The last scenes (this one will be short because I don't have much ideas, and I don't know what your gift from the santa would be)

You were at the stone table, the place where Aslan died, with your older sisters

When Lucy helped Edmund with her gift you were so relieved

Everyone hugged, and they were all very happy

Then the coronation came

You were nervous but excited

By how I imagine the youngest Pevensie is (creative, with a big imagination, kind, extrovert and how she acted before and in Narnia), I think you would be named something like King/Queen/Monarch Y/N the Believer or Dreamer

Aslan was gone, that made you a little sad

Many years went by and life was great

Everyone grew up

One day, you and your siblings were hunting a stag when you found the wardrobe

The five of you entered it

And suddenly you were in Professor Kirke's house again, as children

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