#edmund pevensie ff

[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

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[pariahsparadise]

ye of little faith | e. p.

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summary: eustace doesn't believe that edmund has a girlfriend.

wc: 800

pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: VERY unedited. also it's 1am and i just wrote this in a burst of inspiration, so please don't expect it to be good.

a/n: i don't really know if this will make sense to anyone lol, i think i wrote it in a confusing way, but hopefully it's okay. it's mostly eustace's pov, i wanted to try something new. also, this exact scenario has been in my head for months now.

“There’s no way he has a girlfriend,” Eustace tells Lucy, barging into the room. She immediately knows who he’s talking about, able to hear Edmund on the phone downstairs, voice softer than it usually is, taking the tone he automatically opts for when he speaks to Y/N.

“Why?” Lucy asks, half-heartedly entertaining her annoying cousin while she thumbs through the pages of her book. Unfortunately for her, Eustace Scrubb brightens at the attention, straightening up and launching into a rather well-thought out spiel.

“First of all, it’s Edmund we’re talking about. He’s awkward, way too hostile and bad-tempered. Not to mention, he’s barely of average height, and his hair? Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Y/N likes it,” Lucy says mildly, earning a scoff from Eustace.

“Y/N.” he says with disbelieving scorn, “As if she actually exists. You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you lot claim she is would actually be interested in Edmund? And so interested that she calls and writes to him multiple times a week? Yeah, right. I bet that Ed’s hired an escort to help him forget about how lonely he actually is. Or he’s paying some poor girl to play the part of a caring partner.” Eustace has had many such theories, the more creative ones dealing with blackmail and holding family members hostage, but so far, monetary imbursements seem to be the most likely.

“Sure, Eustace,” Lucy mumbles, having checked out of the conversation a while ago. He shakes his head at her disinterest, convinced that he is right, and leaves the room, muttering to himself disbelievingly.

A few days later, a painting gushes out water and swallows them whole, so poor Eustace, although having taunted his cousins with his skepticisms about the magical land of Narnia and called them fools for believing in the same, is forced to confront that he was wrong. 

Eustace is soaking wet and miserable, still slightly panic infused. He can’t believe his eyes, convinced that he hallucinated the last fifteen minutes. Sitting on the ship, the Dawn Treader, he watches as his cousins are recognised as King and Queen. He’s related to royalty. 

With a humorous snort, he realises that this is more believable than Edmund Pevensie having a girlfriend.

Hell, even the talking rat next to him is more believable.

He goes to voice the same, but is distracted by a joyous whoop descending from the sky, followed by a splash in the ocean. Eustace is too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the figure underwater to notice the hopeful glances Edmund and Lucy exchange, the faint tremour in Edmund’s hands as he snatches a telescope from a passing crew member, getting a clearer view.

“It is her!” Ed cries, only barely held back from jumping overboard by Caspian, who laughs fondly at the Just King. Eustace tries to hear what the Prince tells Edmund, but all noise turns to mush the second he sees the young woman surface, a brilliant smile on her face.

At first glance, he thinks it’s a siren. He’s heard stories about their enchanting beauty and ethereal forms, and Eustace does genuinely believe that this woman is too gorgeous to be human like he is. As she swims closer, though, and the ship's crew help pull her onto the ship, Eustace notices the lack of a tail. And though her hair is soaked and strewn across her face, and her clothes suction themselves to her skin, none of it takes away from her radiance.

It also doesn’t distract him from the fact that she’s walking right towards him. 

Eustace’s mouth goes bone dry, and he gulps nervously, afraid she’ll talk to him and afraid she won’t, when suddenly, Edmund swoops past him and towards the woman. He snatches her up in a passionate embrace, hands securing her to him as he twirls her around in sheer delight.

When they kiss, chaste but heady, Eustace decides that he has never actually known anything about anything.

He’s scouring the sky for flying pigs when he hears Edmund’s self-satisfied voice behind him, “And this, my very real girlfriend, Y/N, would be my cousin, Eustace Scrubb.”

“How do you do?” Eustace says weakly, extending a hand, trying his hardest not to faint when you take it.

“Pretty well. If only Edmund would- what was it again?- stop holding my family hostage, I think I’d be great,” you rib amiably, throwing back one of Eustace’s earliest theories back into his now scarlet face.

“No, darling, you’ve got it wrong, I’ve currently got your dogs kidnapped and ready to be shipped to the pound, remember?” Edmund joins in on the fun, his smile widening as he earns a couple of chuckles from you, and a darker flush from Eustace’s cheeks. 

Eustace Scrubb, though unwilling, is forced to admit, after watching the two of you interact, gravitating towards each other naturally, at ease with the love that surrounds you, his cousin’s eyes brighter than he’s ever seen them, that it is very believable for Edmund Pevensie to be dating Y/N L/N after all. 

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[midnight--raine]

hearts intertwined | edmund pevensie x fem!reader

synopsis: you are a diplomat who visits narnia in order to make a foreign alliance. you meet king edmund and immediately feel a growing connection to him.

warnings: none whatsoever :)

word count: 216

a/n: first edmund oneshot; tell me what you think<3

MASTERLIST.

as you stepped off the ship onto the shores of narnia, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement. you had heard stories of this magical land, and now you were finally here.

you had been sent on a diplomatic mission from your kingdom, tasked with forging an alliance with the rulers of narnia. as you made your way towards the castle, you couldn't help but take in the sights and sounds of this new world. the trees were taller, the animals were talking, and the air was filled with a sense of magic.

as you approached the gates of the castle, you were greeted by a tall, handsome man with a kind smile. he had dark hair, and equally dark eyes that instantly drew you in. "welcome to narnia," he said, extending his hand. "i am king edmund."

you shook his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot up your arm. you had heard of king edmund, of course - he was known throughout narnia as a wise and just ruler, beloved by the people.

"thank you, your majesty," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "i am honored to be here."

the two of you chatted for a while, discussing the purpose of your visit and the state of your respective kingdoms. king edmund was charming and witty, and you found yourself drawn to him more and more with each passing moment.

over the next few days, you spent a great deal of time with king edmund. he showed you around the kingdom, introducing you to the various creatures that called narnia home. you found yourself marveling at the sheer diversity of life here - from talking animals to mythological creatures you had only ever read about in books.

as the days turned into weeks, you found yourself growing closer and closer to king edmund. you enjoyed his company, and he seemed to enjoy yours. you spent long hours discussing everything from politics to philosophy, and you found that you had much in common.

one day, as you were walking along the shore of a quiet lake, king edmund took your hand in his. "i know we've only known each other for a short time," he said, his voice gentle. "but I feel a connection between us that I can't ignore."

you looked up at him, your heart beating fast in your chest. "i feel it too," you whispered.

from that moment on, your relationship with king edmund blossomed into something more. you fell in love with his kind heart and his unwavering sense of justice. he fell in love with your intelligence and your fierce loyalty to your people.

as the days turned into months and the months turned into years, the two of you ruled narnia together with wisdom and compassion. you knew that you had found your true home here, with king edmund by your side.

and as you looked out over the kingdom you had helped to build, you knew that you had found something even more precious than power or wealth - you had found true love.

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[chrisili]

My apologies

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: You and Edmund have to explore the underground together, alone and you punch him in his face. Accidentally.

Warnings: Make out session

Genre: fluff, rom-com

Word count: 2,3k

A.N.: So extremely obsessed with Narnia currently sooo here you go. This is in the time of Prince Caspian just for the plot but I imagine Edmund a little older here.

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER 100 LIKES ON MY LAST FF? ALSO I HAVE MY FIRST 3 FOLLOWERS AND THAT IS BEYOND EXCITING. THANK YOU!!!

Masterlist

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“Cas, wait! Woah,” while you were, almost casing, after your brother you tripped on a rock. You two were currently in the woods walking to your base where all the other humans, animals, dwarfs, centaurs and what not, were stationed. Caspian turns around to look at you almost tripping on a stone, let’s say he didn’t exactly try to be decent.

“Sister, if you keep this up the King is never gonna want you.” He said laughing while holding you to steady yourself. You look at him half blank, half annoyed. “Yes I am sure out of all the possible situations in the world, tripping in the woods would be THE reason for King Edmund to not be interested in me.” You slap his arm as he tries to help you and you resume your path. “Anyways, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You and the High King Peter assigned me and Edmund to go deeper into the base to explore, to see if we find something useful, right? So, naturally, my question is, why the hell would you do that to me?”

Caspian pulls an arm around your shoulder while he walks with you, “why dear sister, here I thought I was doing you a favor? You obviously like the King and he obviously likes you back so why not spend some time with each other, together eh?”

You nod your head and squint your eyebrows sarcastically. “You know, that is a great idea! How about you send me to uncles castle and we can die there, together eh?”

Caspian looks at you suprised. “I don’t understand?” You roll your eyes, “clearly.”

“Brother tell me, have you maybe noticed how I act around the King?” Y/N asked while they were now on the big meadow in front of their base. As narrator, I have to agree with Y/N. With the handsome dark haired King around her, her head gets all blurry and it is hard for her to think. Although she really likes him she starts being more sarcastic than she already is when she sees his big brown eyes. With Caspian not taking your nervousness seriously and High King Peter actually adoring the thought of his little brother and Y/N, there was nothing to be done.

So you and King Edmund were now in the underground, exploring, dying (Just kidding, only you were, out of nervousness). Edmund was holing up his flashlight to look around, while you were holding a regular torch. You guys didn’t actually talk a lot because your brother was right, the King liked you back so naturally he was pretty nervous too.

“King Ed-” congratulations, you started chocking on your own saliva not even having spoken two words! You cough a little so your voice would come back. “I apologize, King Edmund. I was just wondering why your thing is a lot brighter than mine.” Edmund looked at you and chuckles, which warmed your heart and made your cheeks slightly pink, not that it mattered because it was too dark anyways.

“It’s a flashlight. It has batteries in it, it’s actually hard to explain.” He said scratching his neck. You just nod and kick yourself mentally for even bringing it up. As you two walk further you come across a kind of door frame. There was the frame but no door and in the room behind it was heavy blue lighting, shining though the ceiling, which was of course the moon. You both walked in and not even a minute later a heavy metal door was falling in to the frame. Both your heads turn immediately and you run up to the door.

“No, no, no, no. No please open, please don’t noo…..” you whine while hitting and punching the door to get out. As you realize that the door doesn’t actually open you drop your head with closed eyes.

“I didn’t realize it is such a burden for you to be alone with me.” Edmund said in a sarcastic voice while he just continued walking into the room, which was by the way massive. Not really a room, more like a cave. You turn your head to Edmund and then you started walking after him. “Your Highness I apologize deeply, again. It is not a burden being with you. It is just…” He turns around to look at you, you both standing pretty close to each other while he looks you deep in the eyes. You look back into his and you start giggling covering your mouth. Edmund lifted an eyebrow at you but before he could respond you heard a loud sound coming from the cave.

Both of you slowly walk into the direction where you heard the sound coming from. “I think you should go and look.” You say standing on your tip toes to get a better look from afar.

“Me?” Edmund says also looking into the dark in front of him.

“Mhm.”

“I think it would be better if you went.” Edmund said.

“Funny, because I don’t agree with your opinion in the slightest.”

He turns to you with an imitating look. “Your Highness.” You add.

Edmund breathes out heavily and starts walking up ahead. The further he goes the more he disappeared until nothing was left but darkness again. You started to kind of freak out in your head, because what’s being worse than being alone with Edmund in a cave is being alone with dead Edmund in a cave.

“Your Highness? Your Majesty? King Edmund?” You yell into the dark not getting an answer back. It would be an understatement saying that you were shitting your pants at this point. But you completely lost it when something tabbed your shoulder, your screamed as loud as you could throwing a punch at Edmund. Yes your read that right, the thing tabbing your shoulder was Edmund who was actually excited to prank you a little bit but now he was just holding his eye while tumbling back. “OW!” He yelled painfully while kind of falling and sitting on the ground. You run up to him and kneel beside him.

“I am so sorry my lord! I didn't see you! I thought it was something that wants to murder me, I was looking out for you and you didn’t come back, I got so scared without you so, oh please my King forgive me. I didn’t mean to really!” You keep rambling about how you are sorry while pulling a beautiful lace handkerchief out of your small satchel. You put some water onto it, also from your satchel and you start to lightly tab it on to the kings, now blue, eye. He hisses at first and moved away because of his reflexes but lets it happen right after. His eyes are closed while sitting there with you, you try to cool his eyes while no one was talking. You were deeply ashamed having punched the love of your life, I mean the king. (obviously)

“First you can’t bare being in one room with me alone and now you punch me in the face, you must really hate me.” He laughs a little still eyes closed. You take his hand with both of your hands, your words desperate. “Oh no, no your Highness. Quite the opposite really! I, in fact like you so much that I am strongly ashamed of myself. I’ve never been so ashamed in my life my lord, I mean it. Around you my head gets dizzy and I don’t know what to do or how to speak, what to say or how to act. I didn’t want to be in a room with you because I was afraid I was going to mess this up, which I obviously did. I don’t expect you to forgive me for I have done such a terrible thing.”

Silence. Deafening silence. Edmund opened his left eye (the good one) and looks up to you. (You kneeling and him sitting you were above him)

“You always hit people in the face you ‘like so much’?” He asks mockingly and you look blankly at him with your eyes building up some tears. When he sees your tears his face changes, he sits up and cups your face with his warm hands. He removes your tears with his thumbs repeatedly because you just wouldn’t stop crying.

“Y/N now I have to apologize. I was insensitive, I shouldn’t have mocked you about your feelings. Please stop crying, I can hardly see your beautiful eyes.”

Your heart stopped beating and you died on the spot, at least that’s what it felt like. “My what?” You said almost whispering, having stopped crying immediately and just looking blankly into Edmunds face. He smiled a little while holding your face softly.

“Your beautiful eyes, I always love looking at them. Just like the rest of you actually… I really like looking at you. Does that sound awkward? It does, doesn’t it?” He says dropping his arms while staring at the very interesting stone floor.

“Your Highness, I like looking at you a lot too.” You say smiling and he looks up at you again. He really wanted to keep staring into your eyes but for some unknown reason his eyes started to look at your lips instead. He took your face into his hands again to pull you closer and just before your lips were touching, he looked at you again, asking permission. You smiled and closed the distance between you.

Both of your eyes were closed, I mean his anyways because you hit him but still. You put one of your hands on his shoulder while moving the other one to cup his hand that is still cupping your face. It was just a peck but when he was about to pull away, you pulled him back in. This time moving your lips against his. Edmund was smiling widely into the passionate kiss while moving one hand down your neck. Without realizing it you climb onto his lab and kiss him faster now, both of your breathing sped up and you could hardly keep your hands to yourself. He actually bit your lip and you moaned a little into his mouth, that’s when you pulled away.

You looked at each other breathing fast, hair messy and unable to speak. Edmund tho was the first to say something. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I went too far.” You shook your head. “No that is not it. It’s just I mean, it’s not really romantic here.” You say laughing a little and he starts laughing with you. Both of you helped each other up, having hearts in all three of your eyes.

Edmund told you then that when he went into the dark he actually came back through the dark, meaning it was kind of a loop.

“Are you saying we are trapped in here forever?!” You exclaim looking shocked.

“I don’t know, it seems to be some sort of magic, we could climb the wall but I don’t know if we fit through the holes.” He says looking up at the ceiling.

“Your Highness, no offense but even if I wanted to I couldn’t climb these walls, any walls for that matter.”

“Edmund.” He says not looking away from the ceiling.

“Excuse me?” You ask back.

“It’s Edmund, not ‘your Highness’.”

“How about, my love?” You ask chuckling and he looks at you blankly.

“Or not, it was just a thou-” you couldn’t finish your sentence because Edmunds lips pecked yours smiling. “I would like that very much, my queen.” He says kissing your cheek.

You couldn’t say anything because another voice appeared. “Edmund? Y/N? Are you in there?” You hear King Peter yelling from the other side of the metal door. Edmund rushed over to the door and yelled back. “Yes Peter, we are in here! Do you think you can open the door from outside?” Not having even finished, the door went up and on the other side were Peter and Caspian smiling.

“You idiot! You planned all of this didn’t you!” You yelled at your brother, storming to him and hitting his arm. He tries to shield himself with his hands while he was laughing. “So what it worked, didn’t it?”

“How did you use magic?” Edmund asked his brother.

“What are you talking about?” Peter said confused.

“The cave, it brought me back when I tried to walk further.” Peter started to laugh, “no offense brother but I think you might have lost your orientation in there blaming it on some magic." Edmund just scoffed and turned to his left.

“Oh god, Edmund what happened to your eye!” Peter asked worried wanting to touch Edmunds eye softly but Edmund slapped Peters hand away. “Y/N punched me.” On command, Caspian hit your arm hard. “OW! What was that for!?” You exclaimed while holding your arm. “How dare you punch the king of Narnia! You should apologize!” Caspian answers with a joking angry face. “Oh I’ll apologize all right!” So you and your brother actually started hitting each other or something.

Edmund then took you by your shoulders, away from Caspian walking with your hand in his. He took you out so you both stood under the moonlight, kissing each other softly.

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[ravenelyx]

Get to know Kaia, hii

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craving: ice cream

what are you wearing rn: oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants - talk abt fashion

how tall are you: 164 cm - idk how many feet that is, prob 5'4 or something

piercings: lobes and a left helix, although I would love a conch as well

tattoos: none yet but I want crows on my ribs :)

glasses/conteacts?: I have myopia and glasses but I never wear them bc they give me headaches... as long as I can see it's fine I guess 🙌

last drink: water fr

last thing you ate: pasta

favourite colour: I'm basic af so i'm gonna say black, but I also like denim blue a lot

current obsession: writing ff, weirdly enough. Hogwarts legacy, the MCU, the wizarding world in general

any pets: 2 cats (one of them had babies recently !! my loves) and 4 dogs (different houses)

favourite fictional character: that's like asking me to chose which hair on my head I like the most :') I guess very special mentions are Stiles Stilinski, Harry Potter, the Weasley twins, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Alyssa Foley, Robin Buckley, Max Mayfield, Sasha Blouse, Neji Hyuga, Edmund Pevensie

the last place you traveled: north of Italy (Trieste especially but the whole region in general). I even reached Slovenia at some point and visited Ljubljana, Bled and Nova Goriza

tagging @maleficamenteio and @jennymbear &lt;3 don't hate me pls

#ravenelyx #get to know the writer #txt post #txt #Spotify #raven;rants

[daughterofaslan]

I can’t even tell you how much I love this. Edmund Pevensie and his redemption story has always been important to me, just like Sam Winchester. I just...I can’t even describe the love I have for this.

#narnia and spn #chronicles of narnia #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #jared padalecki #edmund pevensie #king edmund the just #narnia #c s lewis #even a traitor may mend #narnia ff #narnia fanfiction

[narniaandplowmen]

Memories and Wishes

Also on AO3 Rated: General Audiences Fandom: Narnia

Susan was the smart one, the sensible one, the rational one. So how could she forget? 

As a child, Susan remembered. It was one of her talents, the one she was most proud of. All her tests were returned to her with perfect marks and kind comments, her mother could always count on her to remember which groceries they had to buy and her father was always grateful when Susan found the item he had lost, for she always remembered where he put it. As a Queen, Susan also remembered. She remembered the faces of her subjects, the reasons they had come before her, the solutions she had given them. When she met them years later, she would enquire if the problem had indeed been permanently fixed, and they would praise and love her for remembering them. Peter always wondered how she did that, how she managed to figure out who this specific bunny was, as they all looked alike. Susan would sigh and point out the little spot of white on the left ear, or the spot on the nose, or the way the eyes looked. Peter then proclaimed that he could never remember small details such as that, and Susan just smiled. She could remember, that was her talent.

Susan’s memory was not limited to schoolwork, or grocery lists, or locations of things, or faces and problems. Susan remembered everything. The things around her always left a permanent imprint on her brain, and sometimes, sometimes it was too much. The bright colours and busy activity in Narnia overwhelmed her, the many new people and animals she saw daily tired her, and she was plagued by memories of the many battles she had fought. On those days, she wished she was back home, in England. For Susan, even if her siblings didn’t, remembered the land she came from. She remembered the quiet neighbourhood where nothing ever changed, she remembered school where her classroom was always the same, she remembered her house, her garden, her parents. The endless unchanging routine without political debates, grand festivities, council meetings and partitioning strangers. And Susan missed it.

At first, the missing was small. It only popped up after a particularly busy day, when her brain felt overwhelmed with all the sights, sounds, smells and tastes. But as Queen Susan of the Radiant Southern Sun grew up, the missing grew too. Now, she didn’t just miss the routine, the safe and the known – for her queenly duties had become a new routine of its own – but she missed the praise. Sure, she was praised in Narnia, but not for her remembering anymore. She was praised for her beauty, her grace, her long hair, kind eyes, her dancing and her smile. But not for her memory. Nobody was surprised when she remembered them after many years, for they were too enamoured with the Queen’s beautiful dress. Nobody praised her when she recalled the exact details of a peace treaty signed many winters ago, for they were looking at her figure. But Queen Susan did not care for long hair, for red lips, for fair skin and big eyes. To her, they were worthless. How far could one go with beauty, if one did not have the brains to back them up? But it seemed like the more she grew, the prettier she became. And the prettier she became, the littler they cared about her opinions, her ideas, her wisdom. She looked with envy at Lucy, who had also grown into a beautiful young woman, but who, permanently stuck in the ‘youngest sibling’-position, was not seen by anyone as just a pretty face. They loved her for her kindness, not for her hair shone in the sun. They adored her for her fierceness, not the way her dressed hugged her hips in just the right way. They listened to her war strategies, without complimenting her delicate wrists and long fingers. So, Susan closed her eyes and remembered. Remembered how it used to be.

She had had a particularly busy week when the White Stag was spotted. When Edmund came, barging into her room early in the morning, Susan was staring out her window, not seeing anything. She was remembering her parents, her life in England, where the colours were dull and the people unchanging. She had not slept all night, flashes of memories of the celebrations that had been keeping her up. She tried to sort them, face by face and event by event, but it was too busy in her mind. There were too many faces stored, too many events bouncing around, too many colours confusing her. And, for the first time in her life, Susan wished she did not remember. This thought had come a little after midnight, and it had shocked her so that she had not been able to fall asleep even if the memories did calm down. So, she hid in the calmest memory she had: walking through the rain to the grocer on the corner to buy two eggs for her mother, so she could make Lucy’s birthday cake. It had been completely quiet on the streets, and she was the only one in the store. Everything was dull and grey and so beautifully calm. Until Edmund’s wild story of the spotted stag dragged her from her mental walk through the neighbourhood back to her royal chambers in Narnia.

They all went hunting for it, of course. Edmund and Peter had insisted they wanted to try to catch the creature, and Lucy and Susan would not be outdone. The horses were saddled in no-time, and before the Beavers with their long list of planned events for today could protest, the siblings were out, riding into the meadows, across the stream, towards the forest. And for a little while, Susan was able to hide her worries away. Only for a little while, though. They found the stag and chased it through the forest until they had cornered him near a river. The animal was about to cross into the streaming water when it froze. Susan’s horse had stepped into a beam of sunlight shining through the trees, lighting up the Queen’s hair and turning it a gorgeous blonde. Lucy had whispered to the rest that the white stag must be enamoured with Susan’s hair, and with those words her worries came back, all at once piling on top of each other. And Susan wished, hoped, dreamed, yearned that she could go home, that she could forget this all happened, and just live her life like any other girl her age – she was not even sure which age, she was twelve when she left England but now she was twenty-eight – would. The stag blinked, jumped into the river and was gone. Edmund complained that they hadn’t made a wish, and thus the hunt continued. But Susan remembered she had made a wish, and she hoped desperately that it didn’t count, that it didn’t come true, that them cornering the animal hadn’t counted as them catching it. But of course, it did.

The Pevensie siblings arrived home. They stumbled out of the wardrobe in bodies too small for their minds and a time too close to the one they left. The following days, Susan saw the memories of her brothers and sister slowly return. Where she immediately picked up a new routine, they had to relearn how to turn on the radio, how to spend their free time, how to navigate in the bodies they had outgrown. Susan remembered how happy they used to be, but their smiles were gone now. She did not exactly remember why her siblings were so happy. They had had a lovely childhood, but her vague memories seemed to show a happiness bigger, brighter, more extensive than that. Oh well, it was probably their worries about the war, about their father fighting it, about being away from home that painted everything in a different light. Their talk of their fantasyland named Narnia where everything is good and beautiful was probably a psychological coping mechanism, Susan concluded. There was, after all, no way a land could be hidden in a wardrobe, or beavers could talk, or lions could rise from the dead. And if there was, Susan would have remembered it. After all, remembering things was one of her talents, the one she was most proud of.  

#Susan pevensie #narnia #narnia ff #narnia fanfic #narnia fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #written by me #made by me #onceuponadisneyqueue #q #onceuponadisneypotter #memories and wishes

[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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[pariahsparadise]

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requested by @bories : hi!! i just read a few of your stories and i'm in love with your writing,, i come to you humbly asking for any story will byers or edmund pevensie related, preferably fluff? doesn't matter much what it's about, i'd just love to read more if you ever get feel like it ! :))

wc: 0.5k

pairings: edmund pevensie x gn!reader

warnings: unedited work, not proofread, swearing

a/n: i decided to go with edmund because he is and always will be my favourite book boyfriend lol. also, it's been a while since i've written, so this is probably trash. enjoy?

“Come back to bed, idiot.”

Edmund’s head snaps up from the papers clutched tightly in his hand at the voice, shoulders relaxing once he manages to place your familiar form. Your eyelids are practically glued together, making you squint at him, and you’re swaying slightly where you stand, drooping like a wilting flower. You’re very obviously tired, and Edmund’s heart pangs at the dark circles he spots under your eyes. 

“In a minute,” Edmund tells you, not having the heart to deny you outright. “Why don’t you head back? I’ll just be a moment, I swear.” With his luck, you’ll probably be asleep in seconds, and he’ll be able to finish up his battle plans before dawn.

“Fucking liar,” you mumble, voice sleep-ridden, and Edmund huffs a laugh at the soft call-out. You drag your feet along the cold marble floor as you make your way to him, hopping slightly to sit yourself on the cleaner side of his desk. 

“I’m not lying,” Ed lies, dropping the papers so he can take your hand. He smooths his thumb over the ridges of your knuckles, before lifting it to his lips so he can brush small kisses on the trail his thumb mapped out. You smile at the feeling before his words register, which causes the corners of your mouth to drop again.

“You’ve barely had any rest this week, Ed,” you admonish him gently, shifting off the table to straddle his lap. A pink flush creeps on his cheeks as you lift a hand to his jaw, smoothing your palm up the defined edge to tilt it up.

“Not to mention,” you whisper lowly, using the proximity to lay a series of gentle kisses on his skin, ranging from right below his ear, all the way to his collarbones, beyond grateful to his unbuttoned nightshirt for giving you the shameless access, “The bed’s cold without you.”

“You’re cruel,” Edmund breathes out, growing more flustered with each heated brush of your lips, “Evil, even.”

“Yeah?” you say, pulling away to meet his eyes, “And what would you call your little stunt with my hand just now?”

Edmund purses his lips, looking away from you, “Fair point. You win.”

 “I always do,” you tell him, deadpan, as if Edmund isn’t the most infuriating person to argue with. It’s mostly because he’s usually right, but you try to avoid admitting that as much as possible. His crown wouldn’t fit his head if you helped make it any bigger.

Edmund just grins down at you, knowing you’re full of shit, before standing up with no warning. Your hands curl into his shirt tightly as your legs lock around his waist instinctively, though you know he would never drop you, and you let out a small, satisfied sigh as your boyfriend carries you through the halls towards your shared bedroom. 

Work can wait till the morning, Edmund tells himself. All that matters right now is the sleepy individual in his arms, and his own heavy eyelids, begging for a respite. 

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ edmund #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x you #edmund pevensie x y/n #edmund pevensie imagine #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #edmund pevensie oneshot #edmund pevensie fluff #edmund pevensie fanfiction #edmund pevensie x gn!reader #edmund pevensie x fem!reader #edmund pevensie x male!reader #edmund pevensie ff #edmund pevensie #king edmund the just #chronicles of narnia #narnia imagine #narnia fanfiction #edmund pevensie fic #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #the pevensies #my writing #ari's asks

[dailynarnia]

Have you, by any chance, read the fanfiction 'King Edmund's crusade' ? If not you should totally read it. It's amazing. Like really, really good. It's easily in my top 10 ffs (and i read a lot). The mc is a middle aged woman who is lead to Narnia by the mysterious Michael. There she meets the 4 kings and queens of Narnia who currently rule over the county. The whole thing takes place just a few years after the Pevensies defeted the white witch. No romance but very emotional. Have a wonderful day

Thank you for the suggestion! Hope our followers read it too. :)

[lover-of-the-starkindler]

Fic Rec Days

This is a great excuse to go back and comb through my bookmarks. Everything should be T or under and complete.

Lord of the Rings

Traditional Recipes for Disaster by erestor (FF) - hilarious Rivendell hijinks from the Glorfindel and Erestor can’t get along genre (but everything by erestor is a gem - I’d also highly recommend Celeborn’s Club)

Of Balrogs and Battles by Jay of Lasgalen (FF) - Rivendell fluff, featuring the twins and Glorfindel

Ransom by MP brennan (FF) - Aragorn in Harad

Narnia

Neville the Chamberlain by elecktrum (FF) - how will the Pevensies ever manage to get any work done when all the applicants for the position of chamberlain fail so spectacularly? I laugh all the way through EVERY TIME

Disarmed by Aebhel (FF) - post Prince Caspian vignette of the Pevensie brothers

Mysterious Gibberish with Elves by Moriwen (Ao3) - Susan and Edmund and Professor Tolkien

Prydain

Sunrise by CompanionWanderer (FF) - a retelling of Book of Three from Eilonwy’s POV

Queen’s Thief

Charioteer by petrichoral (Ao3) - *flails wordlessly* Gen and his stupid, STUPID, plans; this one is from before TaT, so it’s no longer potentially canon, but it is a REALLY GOOD approximation of the tone of KoA

Squire’s Tales

The Squire’s Squire by elfpen (FF) - King Arthur gets a day off

Star Wars

Will the Real Luke Skywalker Please Stand Up? by kayladie (FF) - hilarious vignette featuring Mara Jade and a con artist

The Tournament by ruth balding (FF) - apprentice Obi-Wan is both sneaky and sassy -- another author where pretty much everything is EXCELLENT STUFF

Reprise by elfpen (Ao3) - TIME TRAVEL AU (I love Time Travel AUs, particularly ones for Star Wars)

Shadows of the Future by stormqueen873 (FF) - another excellent time travel AU

MCU

Robot Trip by copperbadge (Ao3) - Tony takes DUM-E on a roadtrip; Steve tags along

Freezer Burn by domarzione (Ao3) - *flails wordlessly* I was up waaaaaay late finishing the first multi-chapter section, and even rereads are REALLY HARD to put down (Revenant. I can’t even. It’s probably time for another reread.)

A Lady of Value by Eienvine (Ao3) - the Peggy Carter as a Georgette Heyer heroine you always needed (Peggy/Daniel)

Sarcophagus by Mellia Bee (FF) - Peggy Carter is also frozen in ice, and found soon after the Battle of New York; (Peggy/Steve because of course)

...and I’ll stop now because if you actually sat down to read all of these you’d be set for AT LEAST a month. Probably. Happy reading!

#ficrecdays #fic rec #lord of the rings #star wars #mcu #the prydain chronicles #squire's tales #attolia

[cairparavells]

who is your favorite character and why? also do you write any kind of fanfic?

ok ok so i have a top 3 fave characters bc i can never pick bc i lov them all sm so here we go;

edmund, bc hes so complex and im so intrigued by his redemption arc and his sass and look hes just adorable 

lucy, because shes bright and fearless and faithful and quite similar to me, and shes also the little sister like i am 

and aravis, bc shes just this complex badass bitch who takes no shit and is wayyy beyond the years she was written in

and yes i do!! i write hcs as well, but i currently have a short pevensie centric writing in the works. any of my creations here if you want to check it out. 

and i’d love to write more ff tbh!! if anyone has any requests id love to do them

#ali speaks #asks #anon #not narnia

[wrenwreads]

wardrobe malfunctions

lady saves the day

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x princesss!reader

warnings: nothing

genre: fluff (idk rlly), strangers-to-friends

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i had an idea for this and literally i don’t even know what i wrote lmao. i had a vision but the vision was not seen afterwards. the kingdom mentioned in this fic is also like extra fictional so it doesn’t exist in narnia and is from my own head. i hope u still enjoy. once again, requests and questions are open 🫶

She could feel her hand itching. Itching to reach his shoulders and turn him around just to fix his up-turned collar and the bit of fabric that had managed to tuck itself in to his trousers.

The only problem being —

She hasn’t introduced herself yet.

High Kings and Queens of Narnia were way too busy entertaining a huge crowd around them, and based from her own experiences — she doesn’t want to involve herself just yet. So she waited.

But after seeing King Edmund’s wardrobe malfunctions, she was more than frustrated.

She doesn’t even know why she cared so much. Surely the king is able to do it himself. Maybe it was because of the annoying voice of her mum at the back of her head that constantly told her to fix the sleeves of her dress growing up. Or the idea that maybe someone will have noticed it themselves and decided to humiliate the king instead of helping — Aslan knows why people choose to do that rather than be the martyr.

So she stood at the corner — much to her parent’s dismay — and waited.

It came at last. Everyone decided to start dancing around the ball and she took her chance.

Her mother had introduced her to a kind gentleman, who she took the opportunity with to bring to the dance circle. “Just to let you be aware, I’m not looking for anything,” she said, pointedly looking at the man whose hand was on her waist. He chuckles, “Glad we are on the same page, my lady, for I have someone in particular very close to my heart,” he spoke, his tone full of adoration. She smiled, patting him on the shoulder as they both continued dancing. “I wish you all the best of luck. I am sure she is one beautiful lady.”

Three songs later and she finally made it closer to the king. Who — even after all those twists and turns — still wasn’t able to fix himself. She could only sigh at this point. They had switched partners a long time ago. Now she was with a lovely faun — Mr. Tumnus, he had introduced himself — and he had her smiling throughout their dance together. He was a lovely and kind faun indeed, no wonder the young Queen Lucy was so fond of him.

“I’ll see you around my lady, have fun with the king.”

And just like that, he spun her out of his arms and in to the arms of the one and only King Edmund the Just.

“Hello, your majesty”

She couldn’t help but not ignore how his eyes had widened briefly. “Hi”.

The timid answer from him had her smiling in pity. She almost felt bad for what she was going to do after. “Turn around,” she ordered under her breath. Edmund furrowed his brows in confusion, ducking his head down. “What?”

“I said turn around”.

It was probably from the way she had to grit her teeth to avoid shouting, but Edmund confusingly obliged.

Still moving their feet around, she began her mission.

Edmund suddenly felt fabric being pulled off his neck and other from his waist. Somehow, he felt more comfortable than before. The lady before him must have noticed, for she only smiled kindly when she turned him around. “You’re welcome,” she said, before doing a curtsy and leaving him behind on the dance floor.

It was when he only noticed the music had stopped and everyone else had too, catching their breaths. He brought his hand up to his collar — only to realise at why she had done the action so. Edmund looked around the room to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found. He mentally cursed himself for not introducing himself beforehand and catching her name.

Edmund made his way to where his siblings were stood, who were already looking at him incredulously. “What’s the matter this time?” Lucy asked. Edmund sighed heavily, a hand coming up to his face to wipe around his mouth. He looked back at his siblings, more so at Susan, the action not going unnoticed by the older girl. “Do you have something to say Ed?”

“Just… don’t get angry at me,” he reasoned out.

Susan only raised one eyebrow. Edmund took this as his signal, taking a big breath in before he spoke. “During the dance, I got to be partnered up with this girl…”

"I don't understand your problem?"

"Well... I thought she was a bit overbearing at first, telling me to turn around, but I followed and she sort of... fixed my collar and tail for me," he finished sheepishly, pursing his lips upon seeing Susan's almost horrified expression. "Didn't I tell you to fix yourself bef—"

"I did, Su! I promise, I did."

"It didn't sound like it. Did you thank her, at least?"

His silence was an enough answer for Susan. The older girl rolled her eyes, trying her best to keep her demeanor calm as they were after all, still at the party. Peter and Lucy, the ever so supportive siblings they were, only stood quiet — their chuckles making Edmund grit his teeth, refraining himself from uttering a single word to them. "What was she wearing? So we can thank her," Susan asked, her eyes searching around the ballroom.

Edmund dug through his brain for an answer.

"White, sort of, almost cream dress."

"That's helpful."

He rolled his eyes at the sarcastic remark.

"And, I don't know? Gold detailing—"

"Gold!?"

Lucy's outburst had caught Edmund's attention. What was so important about one dress that had gold in it?

"Why? What's with that ma—"

"Edmund..." Lucy scrunched her face in sympathy. Edmund had never been so confused in his whole life. He looked at Peter for an answer, although he wish he hadn't, for the smirk that had grown on his brother's face made him want to punch it off. "You may or may not have humiliated yourself in front of the Princess of Luvaria."

“Wha— what do you mean?”

“Did you already forget? The princess is literally known for the gold she puts on her dresses.”

Edmund pouts. "I did not humiliate myself," he argued.

"Your face says other wise, Ed."

The next morning, Edmund woke up frantic. The events of the night before frizzling his mind, he almost didn’t fall asleep.

Her name’s Y/N. Princess Y/N rather. From Luvaria. From all places, she had to be the Princess of Luvaria.

He was too caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t registered the voice talking to him.

“You’re majesty, are you alright?”

He blinked once. Twice. And suddenly, it was the Princess of Luvaria’s eyes on his. “Yes— yes! I’m alright, it’s just the early morning— you know and oh! Bloody hell where are my manners, good morning, you’re majesty,” he stumbled, body falling down in to a curtsy. The young lady in front of him only giggled, grabbing his shoulders to stand him up right again. “None of that, your majesty. It’s Y/N to you. Although, I should be the one showing my respect, it is your kingdom after all,” she commented, gracefully bowing into a curtsy herself.

Edmund took the short moment to observe her. She was royalty, all right. With all her gracefulness and elegance, she lives up for the status of Luvaria. She looked more casual this time around, an everyday dress hugging her figure compared to the extravagant white and gold gown she had the night before.

“None of that either… Y/N,” the princess smiled warmly at the use of her name, “Edmund will do just fine. Have you had any breakfast yet?”

The question had her shaking her head as a no. Edmund smiled, offering his elbow for her, “Should we go together, then?”. Y/n accepted, placing her hand on the crook before the two walked together to the dining hall. “I must say Edmund, you look quite out together this morning,” she said. Edmund had to fight the urge to choke on air, desperately and silently trying to clear his throat. He was failing however as the princess beside was smirking. “Thank you — by the way — for last night,” he spoke, glancing down at her face.

“I hope you didn’t get into to much trouble.”

“Not really, mainly just Susan’s.”

thanks for reaching the end!!! hope u enjoyed, constructive criticism is highly appreciated and welcomed. xoxo

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[narniaandplowmen]

Waiting at the Lantern Waste

Also on AO3 Rated: General Audiences Fandom: Narnia

Summary: Philip was a loyal horse, and King Edmund had told him to wait. So, when the four royal siblings disappeared in the woods behind the strange tree that lit the forest around him, that was exactly what he did.

He was waiting. He was old, and his legs hurt, and it was getting dark, but he kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting. For he knew for sure, for sure, that his King would return.

They had gone out for a hunt, to find the White Stag, the one rumoured to grant wishes when one caught it. Edmund had cancelled his meetings, he had told him, to ride out with his siblings. And, as ever, he had chosen him, chosen Philip to carry him into the unknown. It was an honour he thanked Aslan for every day of his life, to serve one of the True Kings of Narnia, and to call him his friend. So, Philip waited. And waited. And waited.

They had gone into the forest none of them knew. Not that they worried, for the nymphs in the trees would be able to lead their way back if they ever got lost. They feared no danger, all threats were eliminated from the great kingdom a long time ago, when his Kings and Queens were still young, when he was much more agile. And indeed, they had gotten lost, the White Stag had disappeared somewhere between the green, lush trees. That is when his fellow riders had spotted the weird tree, the one on fire. The one illuminating the now rapidly approaching dark, dark night whilst Philip waited. His Kings and Queens had looked in awe at the wonder of nature, the strange, overgrown thing the youngest Queen, after some consideration, had quietly called a ‘lamp post’. Edmund had told him to rest, promised that he would return. So Philip waited. And waited. And waited. Darkness came and went, but his King had not returned.

He had found a small stream of water he and his fellow horses – Non-speaking ones, but all good steeds – could drink from. He had used it to clean his hooves from the mud, to cool his ankles after the warm summer night. They had found some leaves to eat, some grass to graze, some sweet berries they carefully picked from the thorny bush with their lips. It was truly a delicious treat, but he had not enjoyed it as much as the others, carefree and without worries. He wondered where King Edmund had gone, why he hadn’t returned, where the other King and Queens went. If they were in danger. He shook his head, banishing that thought from his head. There was no danger in Narnia anymore. The witch had been defeated, the giants were on the other side of Narnia, and the peace treaty between them and the Calormen had been upheld so far. There was no danger in Narnia, and his Kings and Queens would return. Darkness came and went, and Philip still waited.

He could not sleep that night, and instead watched the stars. The little twinkles of light that usually seemed so bright when they were camping in the woods now only looked like faded dots compared to the light coming from the strange tree. That, combined with the bright full moon had almost made it seem like it was day rather than night. If he looked very carefully he could find the constellations that had always pointed Edmund’s way during their adventures, made sure they could always find their way back to the warm stables in Cair Paravel. The sunrise that morning coloured the entire forest in a soft golden hue, a gorgeous sight promising a deliciously warm day. The bright light slowly rose, marking the passing of time, but King Edmund, or any of his siblings, did not return that day. Darkness came and went, and Philip still waited.

That morning a robin landed on the lamp post, slightly out of breath. ‘Good morning, Robert.’ Philip greeted. ‘Good morning!’ the creature, who lived in the stables’ rafters, replied. ‘I have been looking all over for you. Where are our Kings and Queens? The dwarves are getting quite upset that their meeting with King Peter keeps being delayed, and I fear the fauns were very disappointed that Queen Lucy did not show up for their play. The children worked so hard on it!’ Philip sighed and told the red-breasted bird an abbreviated version of his travels so far. Everything had gone great from the beginning. Queen Susan had heard that the White Stag was spotted, and once she had told her siblings they had wasted no time riding out in search of the mythical creature. It had been a long time since they had gone on an adventure, just the four of them, and they had laughed and reminisced and told stories of the trouble they had gotten into during trips one or more of the others had not been on. They had followed the rumours to the Lantern Wastes, and there… Oh, there it had all gone wrong. Philip had gotten tired and fallen behind, Queen Lucy had found the strange tree and then all four of them had gone through the pinewood and were yet to return. ‘So the Kings and Queens have been gone for four days now?’ the bird asked, astonished. Philip simply nodded. ‘I will go get help,’ Robert replied. ‘Wait here.’ So Philip waited. Darkness came and went, and still no crown to be seen.

He startled awake by the rough voice of a fox, demanding answers to his questions. Once he had opened his eyes he saw that there was not only a fox, but also a stag – not a White one – a couple of rabbits, some squirrels and even two centaurs had gathered around him and the three other horses. He must have been well and truly tired to sleep through all that. ‘Shut it, Rupert,’ one of the centaurs chastised the energetic brown creature that had so rudely awoken Philip. ‘We are all concerned about the whereabouts of our royalty, no need to be rude about it.’ The fox calmed down, and after some further reprimanding and organising the entire crew of creatures was silent long enough to hear Philip’s story again. It had been five days now, and although the siblings had often gone out on unannounced adventures it was never that they disappeared for this long without notice. And especially not on foot and without any supplies, for those still weighed heavily on the four horses’ shoulders. Before long, however, the two centaurs helped him remove the heavy saddle and the gathered creatures had spread out through the forest, running, jumping, flying, crawling over trees to find their lost Royal family. And so, Philip found himself alone again. But this time he could not wait, not anymore. With careful steps, he walked towards the trees he had seen his King disappear in and wrestled himself through the needles.

He had not walked very far, although he had been struggling through the thick trees and long branches for a long time, when he came upon a clearing. A flash of light shone into his eyes, and when he tried to step forward he felt something under his hoof. A sword. Not just any sword, but Rhindon, the sword of High King Peter himself. Philip felt his heart skip a beat, for he knew the King would never leave this treasure behind. ‘He is not here.’ A soft voice spoke, startling the old horse. He looked up, right into the eyes of a Lion. Not a lion, but The Lion. ‘Aslan-’ he whispered, and, slowly, he kneeled on the grass before the King of Beasts. The Lion smiled and shook his head. ‘There is no need for that, Philip.’ ‘You – You remember me?’ Philip had once met Him, once fought beside Him when the nasty witch still ruled the land-that-wasn’t-hers. ‘I know all the creatures in Narnia,’ replied the Lion, ‘and I know that you have been very loyal indeed.’ ‘Do you know where King Edmund is? And High King Peter, and the Queens Susan and Lucy?’ As he looked around he saw the shields, the bow and arrow, the dagger and the cordial the Royal Siblings always carried with them. ‘Do not be alarmed, you are looking for your Kings and Queens, who ruled Narnia. But they are not here. Go tell the other creatures of Narnia that My Children have returned to their own world. They are needed there.’ ‘Their – their own world?’ Philip repeated. ‘The world I have called them from when Narnia needed them. But now that the witch has been defeated and order restored their own world needs them again. Do not worry, one day, when Narnia needs them again, they will return to Cair Paravel.’ Before the horse could say another word, the Big Lion was gone and Philip was alone. Well and truly alone.

The trip back to the castle was a silent and sober one. The empty saddle on his back felt heavier than it had when it still carried a rider, and where the way there had been filled with laughter and chatter Philip spent the road back quietly crying. He was not the only one mourning, as the news of the disappearance of the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve spread. Corin, the rash boxing prince of Archenland and a close friend of those that were once seated on the now-empty thrones in Paravel took over as King, advised by Mr Tumnus, Mr and Mrs Beaver and all the other creatures that had helped the previous royals rule Narnia. But Philip was not there to see it. Once the new King was crowned he had left the peninsula and travelled westward towards the Lantern Waste to rest and wait. Wait for King Edmund to return, just like he promised.

#narnia #narnia ff #narnia fanfiction #narnia fanfic #philip #the chronicles of narnia #king edmund #yes the line is an image bc for some reason i cant add a line anymore? #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #corin #mr beaver #mrs beaver #mr tumnus #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #written by me #high king peter #queen lucy #queen susan

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Life Without Narnia

Also on AO3 Rated: General Audiences Fandom: Narnia

Summary: It was not just their time in Narnia that changed the Pevensie siblings. It was life without Narnia that changed them too.

Lucy avoided mirrors after she had come back from her last trip to Narnia. She avoided Susan too, although she hated herself for it. Susan had come home from America with stories of skyscrapers, bars and dates with pretty boys, but when she asked Edmund and Lucy how their time in the Scrubb household was, she did not believe them. She didn’t remember Aslan, or Reepicheep, or Caspian. She didn’t remember Narnia at all. She had only laughed and said it was very nice of them to include Eustace in their play, before regaling another colourful account of a date gone wrong. It was, however, not just Susan’s contempt for Narnia and their adventures there that caused Lucy to avoid her older sister. The true reason was that every time Lucy looked at her sister's brown, curling hair and gorgeous tanned face she was reminded of the Gentle and desired Queen she once knew. And every time she saw Edmund and Peter laugh at another one of Susan's escapades, she was reminded of that horrid, horrid spell she had cast, of that awful visit to that awful world where she, Lucy Pevensie, did not exist.

 One day, during the wedding of one of her mother's younger friends, a photographer took a picture of the three oldest siblings whilst Lucy was congratulating the bride. When she turned around to join her siblings again, Lucy saw the flash of the camera and almost burst into tears. She managed to contain herself, but once they got home she claimed the picture, joking how it was her right to own a picture of the siblings she was not on. But now, sitting alone in Primrose Park, one of her favourite places in London, Lucy let her tears flow freely. The picture in her hands showed three happy adolescents, free of worries and care. Susan, with her clear skin and stunning smile, Peter, with his golden hair and cheerful laugh and Edmund, who had jumped in at the last second, with a jawline that could cut through rock, slightly squinting in the sunlight. The perfect Royal trio, and any stranger that would look at the picture had no reason to suspect there to be a fourth sibling. And why would they?

 Lucy Pevensie had become Queen at age eight. Her royal duties didn't pertain much, just the occasional ‘smile and wave’, so she spent most of her time outside. Talking to Mr Tumnus, or drinking tea with Mr and Mrs Beaver, or playing with the nymphs or swimming with the merpeople. She had grown up carefree, and she left the serious business to her brothers and sister. Peter had a knack for law, and Susan was ever the great diplomat. Edmund had proven himself to be quite the man for maths and economy, taking over the responsibility of the Royal treasury. So when Lucy grew up for the first time, and came of an age that she desired more responsibility, there were no tasks for her left. The three oldest monarchs of Narnia had managed wonderfully without her for the first few years, so why would they have any need her now? Thus, Queen Lucy the Valiant continued to spend her time with her subjects, playing, talking, gardening and celebrating. She helped where she could, but if there was ever an issue of even marginal importance, even her closest friends would rather confide in the older Kings and Queen than in her.

 When they all grew up, it was Susan that was approached by suitors from abroad. At first, Lucy hadn't minded. She was too young, too free, too busy with the Narnians to look at other human men, and the ridiculous attempts at wooing the oldest sister had entertained all four siblings. But time passed, and Lucy, too, grew up. Yet still, no suitor came for her hand. Of course, she had some that had approached her, but all had tried and failed to court her older sister first. No one had ever come for her, just her, for it was only about the beauty of Queen Susan that tales were spread. Lucy was only an afterthought, a post scriptum, an ‘oh, the beautiful Queen Susan the Gentle of Narnia, she has a younger sister too’. Lucy didn't blame her sister for her beauty, nor did she fault her for revelling in the attention that it brought her. But more often than not, Lucy would leave the parties and big celebrations early in order to walk through the woods, or along the coast, and, she soon discovered, no one noticed her absence.

 This, by now, was something she had gotten used to. Sitting on Primrose Hill with London spread out in front of her, she doubted anyone would miss her too. Her mother and Susan were out shopping for a new dress for Easter Sunday, Peter was studying and Edmund and Eustace were catching up after a long semester spent at separate schools. Her father, as always, was working, so Lucy was alone. And this time, she had no beavers, no fauns, no trees or merpeople or talking mice to keep her company. It was just her, a picture of her older siblings and a view of the grey and dirty city of London. With her thumb, Lucy traced the outline of her older sister's face. It truly was flawless, and shaping just like it had before, the first time they grew up. Lucy found it such a shame her sister kept her hair shorter, and she missed the moments she had spent braiding the Queen’s endlessly long hair, decorating it with flowers or shells or leaves. Now, Susan kept it either loose around her face, or occasionally up with a simple bow. Lucy used to braid it for her, here, in London, but every time Susan thought Lucy didn’t see, she untied her hair. It wasn’t ‘in’ to have your hair braided, so soon Lucy stopped offering. The eyes of her older brother looked bright into the camera, the deep wisdom glowing from it hinting that he had lived longer than the photographer could ever suspect. Edmund’s curly hair was immortalised in a blurry smudge as the camera had caught it in movement. His smile was bright, for winter was over and spring had begun, and all was good again.

 None of the siblings noticed Lucy’s quiet demeanour. Why would they? Their busy lives left little time to speak with each other extensively. Helen Pevensie had noticed, but she noticed that all of her children had changed after the war. She talked about it with her husband, and he had blamed the War. The War had changed everyone, not just the soldiers fighting in it. Helen had nodded, and gone back to sleep. Her children were growing up, after all, so it made sense that their characters changed. She didn’t notice the sadness in her youngest daughter’s eyes, the longing for a world far from here, the unexplained absences or the longing looks to the trees she passed. How could she? She did not know of Narnia, of her children’s rule, or of the people in the trees. She did know Aslan, as did her husband, but they did not know Him by the same name their children did. She knew him as God, as the Almighty Father, as the Saviour of all people, as the One, she believed more rightly than she could ever guess, that had kept her family safe when the war devastated the rest of the world.

 So, Lucy sat on top of Primrose Hill, looking down at a sight so far removed from Narnia that her adventures almost felt like a fever dream. Almost. But there was no way Lucy would, could ever forget the friends she made or the places she had seen or the things she had experienced. And as she looked down upon the picture, the picture of three royal siblings laughing and celebrating Lucy felt just as terrible as she had when she was Susan, as when she had seen the Pevensie’s life without Narnia. And right before her eyes, the picture seemed to change. Instead of an awful reminder of her insecurities, of her shortcomings, of her sister’s superior beauty and her brothers’ wisdom she saw something else. She saw three children, playing in the snow, ignorant of what would happen. She saw three children, fleeing from an evil which. She saw three warriors, she saw three rulers. And she saw what Narnia had brought to each of them: courage, patience, kindness, hope. And suddenly, in the background, Lucy noticed something else. A seagull, flying in the distance. At that moment, Lucy could have sworn she heard the silent whisper of Aslan, speaking the words He had spoken to her before: Courage, dear heart.

 Lucy did not avoid mirrors anymore after she came back from Primrose Hill. She didn’t avoid Susan, either. She laughed at her sister’s stories about the ridiculous behaviour of American boys, marvelled at the pictures of the skyscrapers and even went out clubbing with her sister once. Instead of hiding the picture out of sight, she put it up above her desk, and instead of tearing up, a smile crossed her face each time her eyes fell on her siblings' happy faces. It was not just life in Narnia that had changed them all, it was living without Narnia that had changed them more. And although Susan turned her back on Narnia, Lucy knew that Narnia had not turned its back on the Gentle Queen. After the train crashed, after they had arrived in New Narnia, Queen Lucy the Valiant treasured this knowledge, for she knew that one day, Queen Susan the Gentle would return to Cair Paravel once again.

#narnia #narnia ff #disney ff #disney live action #the voyage of the dawn treader #the last battle #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #helen pevensie #eustace scrubb #cs lewis #Aslan #written by me #made by me #onceuponadisneypotter #life without narnia