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A football team ― Peter Pevensie modern au

author’s note: hello everyone! a weird first post honestly but i was feeling it after talking about it with my friend sooo... :) a totally out of pocket au in which the pevensies are all alive and well and live in this century and peter is a married man 🤭 i don’t know how i feel about this thing, though, like i’m having mixed feelings about it, but if i don’t publish it now i’ll never do it lol

pairing: peter pevensie x female reader

summary: Peter Pevensie had started being sure of things the moment he met you by accident during his first year of university. You two didn’t even study the same degree, but you’d happened to see each other frequently in the same spot at the library, and when he finally dared to ask you out, years passed in the blink of an eye. Nowadays, you’re happy to call him your husband and the father of your children.

warnings: female reader, reader is pregnant, modern au in which everyone is happy and alive (lmao), peter pevensie is a teacher and a football (soccer) manager, plot’s not even a plot (lol), too many children, fluff, english isn’t my first language (i don't think i missed anything)

word count: 1869 words

requests are open, i write for many fandoms (maybe i can make a list of them idk)

You couldn’t help but love your chaotic family. It was the best thing that had happened to you, along with marrying Peter. Your life was a busy one, but it was also full of love. You saw it in the mornings, when your household became a place of madness and your four children ran around the hallways while they got ready for school. You saw it when you got in the car with them―of course, one of those big cars with too many seats because you wouldn’t fit in a regular one―and your husband drove for more than twenty minutes to some place, leading to fights and shouts and cries. You saw it at dinner, when the six of you sat at the table and ate whatever Peter had cooked and they all talked about their day, screamed over each other’s voices, and protested about not liking peas or broccoli or carrots. You saw it at night, when you and your husband fell into bed completely spent once the house was, finally, silent and all of them were sleeping.

You had a lot to celebrate with a family like that. People―mums from school―usually asked you how you managed. How you and Peter could take care of a family like that and still have time to love each other. Your answer was that you loved each other while you took care of your children.

And, of course, leaving the kids with their aunts or uncle or grandparents when you two wanted to have a weekend for yourselves also helped.

But, most of the time, it was you and Peter, and you were happy like that. It was a life that’d been made for you. Because, being honest, you’d never wanted to get married or have children. You’d always said those things weren’t for you. That you’d be the single, cool aunt type.

Until you met Peter during your first year of university. It changed everything you thought you were sure of, and you realised you simply hadn’t wanted that kind of life because, until then, you hadn’t met a person you’d like to have those things with. With him, everything changed. You saw yourself walking down the altar. You saw yourself building a home with him. You saw yourself thrilled because you two were waiting for a child. You saw yourself growing old with him by his side.

You’d never believed in the “right person” thing until you met him. Once you had, everything fell into place. And now you were at the peak of your happiness after discovering you were pregnant with your fifth child. Well― Fifth and sixth. Twins.

It had been an accident, really. Well, kind of an accident.

When you found out you were pregnant again, you and Peter had agreed that this was going to be the last one. Four children were already a significant number. You two were managing quite well with your numerous offspring, and a fifth was already going to be a challenge. But you knew your man. You knew him well enough to know that he somehow would manage to trick you one last time.

He indeed did when the doctor announced that you were carrying twins. You remember Peter’s mischievous grin. And your first reaction―slap his arm and call him a bastard. But you weren’t mad. It was going to be a challenge, but you could never reject what was the product of the love you and Peter had for each other.

You sometimes regretted your thoughts, though, during your eighth month of pregnancy. Some days you felt like giving up and staying in bed all day. Your back pain was killing you, and those two babies were definitely Peter’s, because they knew how to kick to make themselves known.

“You don’t have to come, my love,” Peter told you, and pressed a kiss to your hair.

You scoffed. “But I will,” you replied.

Your husband grinned and leaned to kiss your lips tenderly. His hand snaked down your body to settle on your round belly, and he smiled in the middle of the kiss. Your babies kicked in that exact moment, like they knew it was their father greeting them.

A long “ew” was heard from the kitchen’s doorway, and you two turned your heads to look at your second son, Samuel, who was already wearing his football kit. A grin appeared in your face and you gestured to him to come closer.

“You don’t like seeing dad kissing mum, Sam?” Peter asked him while ruffling his hair. The little boy put his hands on your knees and pressed his cheek to your baby bump.

“No!” Samuel answered. “It’s gross!”

“Oh, baby,” you laughed and stroked his blonde hair―you were still wondering how it was possible that all your children had inherited Peter’s golden hair―while he interacted with his unborn siblings. “It’s not gross. We do it because we love each other.”

“You don’t kiss me on the mouth but you love me,” he replied, thoughtful.

His father chuckled. “‘Course not, lad. Those kisses are just for partners,” he explained with a smile, amused by his son’s reasoning. He was a clever boy, they knew that much.

“Hmmm…” he mumbled, and narrowed his eyes in deep thought.

You couldn’t help a grin. Samuel was always asking questions and making up his own reasoning about why something was one way or another. Peter said he reminded him of his brother Edmund, who used to spend the time with his nose buried in books, but with his youngest sister Lucy’s character, who was definitely much more adorable and less… Well, less “Edmund”.

Peter kissed his son’s head and went upstairs to get the girls, who were probably still playing with the last Lego they’d been gifted. Legos were a must in your house. Legos everywhere. In the bedrooms, in the bathroom, in the back garden, in the living room. More than once you had stepped on one, and they hurt a lot. You always told them to gather the pieces and put them in their box, but your words were often ignored and forgotten. As a mother of four, you were used to it by now.

You heard giggles coming from the upper floor. Your husband was such a girl dad. He did what was necessary to put a smile in Audrey’s, Ruby’s, or Emma’s face. From letting them do his makeup―the amount of pictures you had with Peter’s face covered in red lipstick was infinite―to buying them a little foam sword and teaching them how to use it. You were scared they would take an eye out with those, but he was chill about it. He said that his girls needed to defend themselves from the bad guys. You thought one day they would end up punching someone for real with all the things he taught them.

Football, swimming, using a sword, makeup… He’d even tried to teach Audrey how to bake―no need to say it didn’t end up very well, and he spent a whole afternoon cleaning the counters and walls and floor. To this day, you hadn’t seen a mess like that one.

Some minutes later, Peter came back with three little monkeys clinging to him, the monkeys being your three daughters. Emma, the youngest of them, was in his right arm, while Ruby, the one in the middle, was in the left, and Audrey, the eldest―seven already, how time flew!―was hanging from his back.

You were going to die from a heart attack one day.

“Audrey! You’re going to make dad fall!” you said, standing from the chair while Sam held your hand.

“No, mum! I’m Spiderman!” she said, making her father grin. Since they had gone to the cinema to watch the last Spiderman film, Audrey had been pretending that she had superpowers. It’d been funny until she tried to start climbing the walls and you almost had a heart attack.

You shook your head.“Peter, do something,” you scolded your husband.

“Audrey, darling,” he immediately said, and you smiled―so obedient―, “I wouldn’t like your mum to get mad at me.” When his daughter opened her mouth to protest, he added, “And we’re going to be late to the match if we don’t hurry.”

“Yes, football!” Both Samuel and Ruby cheered, while Emma mimicked her siblings’ words in her father’s arms. Your little girl was two years old and she was such a brilliant kid already. She loved to grab Mr. Badger, the cat, by his tail and to do all kinds of villainies to him. The poor cat endured too much with your daughter, but he also was extremely protective of her and always made sure she didn’t hurt herself.

“Football it is,” you declared, and winked at your children.

The whole of your family exited the house and went to the car. You sat on the passenger’s seat―not without great difficulty―while Peter took care of your children. With your big belly, you were grateful you could even walk on your own. You could barely wait until the birth day, not only because you wanted to see your babies, but also because it was exhausting, being pregnant with twins.

Once your husband had secured all of your children in their seats, he drove to the school. He worked there as a science teacher, and thought at first it hadn’t been an option, when the previous football manager―who’d been some maths teacher―had retired, the juniors didn’t have anyone to train them, and Peter, loving kids and football as much as he did, decided to take the responsibility. Now, you knew he couldn’t picture himself without being the manager of those kids.

When you arrived there, most of the team was already there, and so were their parents, and the rival team. Peter quickly kissed you and he, Samuel, and Ruby left to get ready for the match. Meanwhile, you, Audrey, and Emma went to sit at the stands. You couldn’t stand for too long, and you liked getting seats close to your husband so you could watch him close during the match.

It was adorable, watching him interact with the kids. He ruffled their hair when they walked past him, encouraged them to be their best, and treated them like adults. They liked Peter a lot and he liked them back, and all their parents, but especially their mothers, always told you that you had struck gold when you married him.

As if you already didn’t know that you were the luckiest woman in the world to have him in your life.

You were sure that Peter was almost like a second father for many of those kids. They spent a good amount of hours together every week, training and at the matches, and it was very easy to like your husband. Even if he got a little competitive during every football game.

“Pass the ball to your brother, Corin!”

Maybe too competitive.

“Eyes up, Alice! Eyes on the ball!”

But, whatever he did, it seemed to work, because the school’s team won most of their matches. After the game, the kids all cheered while their parents clapped. Peter’s eyes met yours for some seconds and you smiled.

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knave-hearts · 4 months

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I'm reading some Narnia fics and I'm wondering if anyone's written an angst fic with Edmund and reader but they're already married in Narnia and how reader would react when Edmund goes back to their world at the end of the first movie. And how would Edmund react too

#edmund pevensie x reader #chronicles of narnia x reader #narnia #chronicles of narnia #female reader #x reader

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lexxie · 1 year

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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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loonylupinblack3 · 1 year

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Who I Write For

A list of people (and ships) I write for

If you want me to write about any of these people just send a request. If there is someone else from one of the fandoms listed below you want me to write about, request it and I'll see if I'll write about it (I probably will).

HARRY POTTER

x readers:

Regulus Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon, Mary McDonald, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Rosier, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasly, Newt Scammander

ships:

Jegulus, Wolfstar, Marylilly, Rosekiller, Dorlene, Jily, Marylene, Prongsfoot, Drarry, Linny

MCU

x readers:

Peter Parker 1 & 3, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Tony Stark, Mark Spector/Steve Grant, Kate Bishop, Peter Maximoff, Maria Hill

ships:

Romanogers, Stucky, Stony, Blackhill, Ironstrange, Pepperioni

X-MEN

x readers:

Logan Howlett, Peter Maximoff, Erik Lehnsherr, Mystique

ships:

Xavier x Erik

TEEN WOLF

x readers:

Stiles Stilinski, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Void Stiles, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Theo Raeken, Derek Hale

ships:

Stydia, Sterek, Scallison, Scira, Scisaac, Thiam, Stora

FORMULA 1

x readers:

Charles Leclerc, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Logan Sargeant

ships:

Lestappen, Carlando, Landoscar, Charlos

MAZE RUNNER

x readers:

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Brenda, Aris

ships:

Newtmas

STRANGER THINGS

x readers

Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Mike Wheeler, Max Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Peter Ballard, Nancy Wheeler

ships:

Steddie, Ronance, Byler,

VAMPIRE DIARIES

x readers:

Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Jeremy Gilbert, Katherine Pierce, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Kai Parker, Enzo St John

NARNIA

x readers:

Prince Caspian, Edmund

ships:

Caspian x Edmund

x readers:

Dick Grayson, Harley Quinn

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

x readers:

Regulus Black, Theodore Laurence, Paul Atreides

OUTER BANKS

x readers:

JJ Maybank, Rafe Cameron

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narnia77 · 2 years

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Hi sweethearts!!

Just wanted to say that ✨Narnia Fanfiction requests are open!!✨

U can send me any topic you'd like (family friendly requests only).

Here are some requests ideas:

✨ U can ask me to write a story about you and ur fave character based on a song, a movie, a poem,a book, a season or even a word you like.

Feel free to ask!!

It can be a one shot story or something larger.

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 11 months

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Making Up For Lost Time - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Based on the following two requests:

can we get an enemies to lovers with edmund that has smut in it??

PLEASEE an edmund smut,, preferably something with a risk of getting caught? or not bb i don’t mind- but a lot of dirty talking too 🤭

It's not necessarily enemies to lovers? But I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably my favorite thing I've written thus far.

Summary: You and Edmund are definitely feeling the effects of your arranged marriage.

Warnings: Language, Smut, not proofed!

Female reader

You couldn't take much more of him, nor him you. The both of you knew why the marriage had to happen, Narnia couldn't risk another war, and Calormen was losing resources due to the Great Desert. As a compromise, Peter, Caspian, and Susan met with Prince Rabadash to secure a compromise. A truce between the kingdoms and a new way for the resources to be traded was sealed with the promise of a marriage between you and Edmund.

And neither of you was happy with it.

It didn't help that you had shared chambers either. You and Edmund had asked The High Kings and Queen about a switch in rooms but they only pushed further.

"Imagine what the people would think if the newlyweds weren't sharing a room?" So you were forced to live with him. Fall asleep next to him each night, and wake by his side every morning.

Granted, Edmund wasn't intolerable. He just wasn't tolerable either. He was a handsome man, sure, but that face also came with his quick wit and sharp tongue, two things you'd grown to loathe.

He'd challenge you, yes. But his tone of speech was never rude or condescending. But the biggest thing you hated about him, he was always so charming. So sweet. So fair.

He didn't earn the title of The Just King for nothing. But it just added fuel to the fire.

He'd always let you use the bath chambers first, and never complained or protested when you took longer baths.

He didn't pressure you to do anything on your wedding night. He simply kept to himself, offering you a smile and a "goodnight" from his side of the bed. You had been told what was to come, your mind was full of stories from other women in your life. Horror stories.

"It is ever so painful."

"Not pleasurable at all!"

"I can hardly wait until it's over!"

Needless to say, when your new husband had simply wished you a good night and went to sleep, you were surprised. The next morning you woke by his side, finding it odd that he had barely moved an inch. You were basically in the middle of the large bed, Edmund sleeping soundly on the edge, right where he was the night before. You were gone before he'd woken up.

Edmund never failed to greet you kindly, entering the room quietly just in case you had decided to take a nap. He never raised his voice to you either.

Was he snarky and sassy? Of course. But he had always treated you and your family with kindness and respect. It was insufferable. Sometimes you wished he'd just be rude so you would have a real reason to hate him, aside from the fact that he was your husband but you never seemed to communicate. You had gotten used to the fact that there would never be any sort of friendship, let alone a relationship, between you and Edmund, so you resorted to hating him.

The only time he'd gotten angry with you was when you hadn't returned to the bedroom one evening. Unbeknownst to you, he began searching frantically for you, creating quite a stir in the grand castle, only to find you asleep in the library. He cursed to himself before picking your sleeping form up in his arms and bringing you back to your room.

You woke up that morning in bed, confused at first about your location, but relaxing when you saw Edmund's sleeping form next to you.

As you rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom you heard his voice.

"Don't do that again." You froze, turning around. His dark eyes were on yours and he was very much not asleep.

"Do what?" He sat up, giving you a view of his very shirtless torso. You averted your eyes immediately.

"Not come back." Your confusion brought your eyes to him again. His lanky, but well-built frame, was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What?" He rose from the bed, a hand running through his dark hair. You stare at him while he walks toward you, stopping less than a foot away from you.

"You didn't come back last night. Don't do that again." He brushed your cheek with his hand, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss there too. You could feel your cheeks heating at the proximity. The last time he'd been this close to you was your wedding. He hadn't touched you since then either.

He pulled away quickly, stepping around you.

"Did you bring me back?" You turned your head to face him.

"Yes."

...

That night, there was a ball between the great nations. Narnia was the gracious host to Archenland, the Conglomeration of Nations, Ettinsmoor, and of course, Calormen.

You hadn't seen Edmund since the morning. You had been whisked away by maids to get ready for the celebration. The ball was for you and Edmund, another party after the wedding you guessed.

You were dressed in a gorgeous light blue gown with intricate white floral stitching and lace along the neckline. It was gorgeous. The long sleeves were fitted and the back laced up like a corset. Your hair had been fixed down with small braids throughout as to not disrupt the crown you'd also be adorning for the evening.

Then, you were whisked away to the celebration, the guests awaiting the arrival of the newlyweds. Edmund was waiting in the corridor, dressed in the same light blue as you, his silver crown on top of his head. He looked very handsome, more so than usual, and suddenly your thoughts were filled with images of you and Edmund dancing together, of Edmund touching you, his large hand on your waist, maybe even his lips on yours.

"M'Lady?"

You blinked, eyes meeting his. What had he just called you?

"Y-yes?"

"I said are you ready to go in?" Your cheeks heated once again and you nodded, looking away from him. He chuckled and then he laced his fingers through yours, effectively making your heart stop.

...

As soon as your introductions were over, you slipped away from Edmund's side. The thoughts kept popping up in your brain. Why did you keep thinking these thoughts? Edmund didn't want to marry you, let alone consummate the marriage, so why did your brain keep doing this? You hid yourself well by the banquet table, keeping away from the crowds.

"Queen Y/N?" You turned at the use of your title, looking at the sheer opposite of your husband. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes was staring at you with a dazzling smile. You found yourself preferring Edmund's dark hair, brown eyes, and ever-present smirk.

"Hello..."

"I am Prince Cor of Archenland. It is very nice to meet you, M'Lady."

You had to stop yourself from reacting to the name Edmund had called you only an hour before. You'd much preferred it coming from his mouth than Prince Cor. Oh now you'd done it. This poor Prince was trying to make small talk with you and now you were thinking about your husband's mouth? The blush creeping over your cheeks and shoulders was enough for you to shake yourself out of your thoughts.

"It is nice to meet you too, your Highness."

As you and Cor began to make conversation, Edmund's wondering eyes found you. His hand tightened around the goblet he'd been holding and his gaze narrowed.

"Who is that?" He hadn't even noticed he was interrupting his brother.

"Who is who?" Peter replied.

"The bloke flirting with my wife, that's who." Peter held back a laugh.

"Ed, I hardly think Prince Cor would flirt with Y/N, this is your marriage celebration after all. Besides, she wouldn't flirt with someone else so shamelessly."

Edmund wasn't even listening and was halfway across the ballroom before his brother could finish speaking.

"I really do believe that astronomy is one of the most interesting subjects one can learn about-" The Just King interrupted the blonde prince, swiftly interjecting himself into the conversation.

"Hello, My Love." Your face burned at the new name. Then he turned your face to his and kisses your cheek. You could feel your heart in your ears and you looked down, suddenly interested in the floor. "May I ask what you and Prince Cor are talking about?" The blonde man looked uncomfortable.

"We were speaking-"

"I believe I asked my wife, not you." Cor lowered his head in a nod in return, quickly and quietly exiting the conversation. If looks could kill, Prince Cor would have been dead on the ballroom floor in mere seconds from Edmund's piercing glare.

You began to slip away from your husband before his strong hand wrapped around your arm and gently tugged you back. His front was lightly pressed against your back, his head lowered so he could speak into your ear.

"And where do you think you're going?" His voice sent shivers down your spine. His hand trailed up your arm, resting where your shoulder meets your collar bone, visible from the Sabrina neckline of your dress. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

What? Were you dreaming?

"Because it's working, darling."

Edmund's hand grasps yours again and he begins to lead you out of the room, desperate to get you alone. It isn't until you are outside of the boisterous party that you speak.

"Where are we going?" Edmund stops to look around, before ushering you into a corridor adjacent to the party. "Edmund!"

"Shh!" His hand covers your mouth and he presses his front to yours, making sure you are silent and unseen as guests walk past the hall. He looks at you and almost melts at the beautiful, wide eyes looking up at him. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on the wall by your head. You don't even register that the other is on your waist.

You speak gently, making sure your voice is hushed.

"Edmund, why are you jealous?" Your husband takes a deep breath before glancing down the hallway. "Ed?" Your hand timidly reaches up to bring his face back to yours and his eyes widen at the contact.

"You were talking to another man. At the celebration of our wedding."

You had to stifle your shock.

"Edmund, you are my husband, you have no reason to be jealous of a prince from a neighboring kingdom." His lips quirk up a bit.

"How can I not be when you are showing more interest in anyone else but me? I am your husband and you are my wife. I should be by your side tonight." His words are so surprising and you are glad for the wall behind you, and the man in front of you, for the extra support to stand.

"I thought you would want your space."

"Why in Aslan's name would you think that?" You look at him again, taking him in completely, the way he looks in the blue fabric, his dark hair framing his face with that godforsaken crown making him look better than he had a few hours ago. "Y/N, why do you think I wouldn't want to be near you?" His eyes search yours and you blink away, far too flushed under his heavy gaze.

"You haven't ever wanted to before." The words hit him like bricks.

"What?"

The words begin to spill out before you can stop them.

"You always sleep on your side with your back to me, you are always gone when I wake up, I never see you except when you come to get ready for bed, and on our wedding night you didn't..." You push through the embarrassment. "You didn't even touch me. I know this marriage isn't what we had wanted but I thought that maybe we might have been friends-" Edmund cuts off your monologue with a kiss. Your first kiss since your wedding night.

His hand moves from the wall to your neck and the other pulls you to his body, needing to get closer to you.

Your body reacts immediately, melting into the kiss, hands resting on his waist.

It ends too soon, Edmund pulling away first, putting his hand back on the wall while he catches his breath, but the other remained on your waist.

"You think I don't want to be near you?" He stares at you with an incredulous look on his handsome face. The closeness of his face to yours is enough to make you blush, again. "Darling, I haven't..." He takes a moment to breathe, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I didn't touch you that night because I didn't want to hurt you. I'm so bloody drawn to you that I have to sleep on the opposite side of the bed turned away from you so I don't taint your virtue. I leave in the morning because-"

Your hand covers his mouth as another rowdy group of guests wanders by the corridor. You wait for them to leave before speaking again, keeping your hand plastered onto his face.

"So, you don't hate me?"

He shakes his head.

No.

"You never did?"

No.

You remove your hand from his mouth and the two of you just stare at each other. Unmoving. It feels like minutes pass before he covers your mouth with his again.

His hand returns to your neck, pulling you to him once more.

"I'm sorry I ever made you think I didn't want you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife."

"Edmund..." The kind words hit you straight in the heart.

"And now, it seems I have something I have to make up for." His smirk appears and it sends your insides to mush.

"But Edmund I-"

"Shhhh." He smiles, his head dipping to yours. "Don't want to get caught, now do we?" He kisses you again, this one full of heat and passion, the lack of contact between you only adding fuel to the fire.,

Edmund pulls your body flush against his and groans into your mouth. You falter at the glorious sound but he is there to support you

His kisses travel down your neck to your collarbones.

"Edmund... What are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time, darling." He grins at you again. "Now be quiet." He kisses you again, his sneaky hands running down your sides to your skirt. He breaks the kiss to look down, his hands pulling the fabric up to your waist.

"Fuck." Your eyes went wide. You'd never heard Edmund use that kind of language before. His eyes lock on yours again.

He looks perfect. He's a king. Your king. Your husband.

"Are you ok with this?" You nod yes multiple times, making him smirk yet again, and then you gasp at the contact of his fingers against your womanhood. Your hands grip his shoulders for support, his muscles tensing at the fact that you are touching him. That he is touching you. His fingers find no resistance due to the effects of his words and his ego grows. You bury your face into his shirt when his fingers slip into you. Though foreign, it is an immensely pleasurable feeling and you can't help but want more.

Then he begins to move them. You push further into him to silence your mouth, the feeling far too wonderful to not have a vocal effect.

But then his thumb brushes on something that makes you let out a loud moan. Your face flushes in embarrassment.

"Do you want everyone to know that I'm defiling you in the hallway?"

Oh dear, you're afraid his words combined with whatever he is doing with his fingers are going to kill you.

He repeats the same action but kisses you once more, your moans muffled.

Edmund can tell you are getting close, you've begun to shake, you're gasping into his mouth, and you are practically rutting into his hand. He makes the conscious decision to break the kiss to suck on your neck, covering your mouth with his free hand to silence any escaping sounds. Then, his thumb presses up again and his fingers hook inside of you and you convulse around him.

He is in awe of how gorgeous you are and what he'd just done.

As you catch your breath, your trembling hands find the waistband of his trousers and gently begin unbuttoning them, eager for more. His eyes avert to what you're doing and he curses again. You falter.

"Do-do you want me to stop?" His head shakes back and forth.

"I think I'd die if you did, love."

Edmund begins kissing your neck once again while you free him from the confinement of his tight pants and you gasp. He laughs into your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body.

"Don't get shy on me now, darling. You wanted this, right?" You nod and feel him smile into your skin.

He makes quick work of your undergarments, tossing them to the side, lining himself up with your lower half.

He halts and you look into his eyes, body shaking in need and anticipation for what you had been so scared of on your wedding night.

With your eyes on his, he pushes into you, stopping when you push against him.

"Are you alright?" His voice is next to your ear.

"Just one second." Edmund waits, trying to distract himself from the way your body is clenching around him. Your small voice brings him back to reality. "Edmund."

"Yes?" You notice the rasp in his voice, the strain in his muscles. To ease him, you follow your instincts and roll your hips against his and his hands grip your hips in response, stifling the moan wanting to leave his throat.

"Fuck. Y/N. You can't do that." It's your turn to smirk. You do it again and he presses your body back into the wall. The soft grip on your hips tightens and his eyes meet yours, blown with lust. Then, they narrow at the smirk on your lips. "Oh, so you think that's funny do you?" He begins to slide out of you and your eyes roll backwards. Then he slams back in.

The moan that escapes your lips sets a fire in him and his hand claps back over your mouth.

"How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?" He begins to move his hips again, the feeling ten times more wonderful than just his fingers. "Is this what you wanted?" You can barely comprehend his hushed words. "Is that why you were flirting with him? To make me jealous so I'd finally touch you?" His free hand worms its way back to the apex of your thighs, finding that place that made you squirm in no time. "You're lucky I love you." You don't even register his words as you come undone.

Edmund follows behind, pushing into you one last time before falling into you. His breathing is labored and the two of you don't speak while you catch your breath.

"Edmund!" Your heads snap toward the sound of Peter yelling his name.

"Dammnit!" He quickly makes himself presentable and you follow suit, making sure your hair isn't wild and your skirts are back in place. He takes your hand, smiling at you, before leading you back out of the hallway.

"Edmund!" Peter's back was to you.

"Peter, stop yelling, I'm right here!" The High King turns around, a glare present on his face.

"Your guests are wondering where the two of you have been! You disappeared thirty minutes ago! Get back inside, now."

Edmund doesn't reply to his bother, opting for an eye roll instead. Then he turns to you offering you a bow.

"Shall we get back to the celebration, my queen?" You giggle.

"Let's."

...

Peter may have overreacted just a bit because the only people wondering where the two of you had gone was him.

Edmund pulled you to the ballroom floor, his arms draped around your waist. You settled yours around his shoulders with a smile. The rest of the party seemed to disappear as he bent down to place a soft kiss against your lips.

You rest your head against his shoulder and whisper into his ear.

"I love you too."

AHHHHH! Y'all I'm really proud of this and hope you enjoy it. :)

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KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

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PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

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HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

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SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

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SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

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A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

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DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

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THE BREAKFAST CLUB

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THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

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SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

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curseofhecate · 1 year

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Doomed from the very start

Edmund Pevensie x Female!Reader

In which they didn't know who each other was, yet they still fell in love with one another.

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tw: clinche, and it's giving fairytail (or maybe it's just me).

This is set after the first movie. Both Edmund and reader are aged up. Maybe around 16 or 17.

Yesterday's masquerade ball was all everyone seemed to talk about. Maybe because it was the first one Cair Paravel had hosted in a while or maybe because it was the first one organised by the Pevensie siblings.

Most people they encountered with congratulated them. Susan took great pride in it, as she was the one who was responsible for organising every little detail. Peter, who was The High King, also took great pride in the ball's success.

Under any other circumstances, Edmund would be the first to complain about his brother's ego that only kept growing. But that wasn't the case today. The boy had barely been able to focus in anything else but her.

Last Night, at the Ball

The younger king of the two couldn't be seen, hiding in the shadows and avoiding any short of people that walked his way. From Peter, who wanted him to meet the rulers of near kingdoms and talk about, well some short of politics, to pretty princesses his age, dressed in beautiful gowns asking him to dance with them.

He preferred to keep his distance from the crowds, opting to hide in the dark corners of the room, from where he could easily see people dancing and conversing.

The soft music coming from the orchestra. the constant but subtle chatter and the occasional laughs, the clinking noises the glasses made had him feel both nervous and at ease in the same time.

He could be dancing with the prettiest girl of this entire magical world, but he didn't. Instead he sat there, leaning against the wall, watching the events of the night unfold before his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" a voice asked. The raven haired boy immediately turned his head to face a girl. Maybe it was because of the mask, black with silver details, that did a really good job at disguising her. She seemed familiar, as if he had seen her in a picture or randomly passed by her someday without realising it.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of e/c and Edmund found himself getting lost in them. Shaking his head he snapped out of it, mentally taking notes of her appearance. Her skin tone, her h/c hair that were pulled into an elegant bun, the black dress she was wearing.

Everything about her had something magnetic, something that pulled him towards her. The boy sighed, realising he had been starring for way too long without answering her question. "I'm hiding from my brother".

The girl looked at him and smiled. "Your brother must suck then" she said. "Well, yeah sometimes" he admitted. The girl looked at him up and down, as if taking in his appearance. The young prince didn't fail to notice as a soft pink tainted his cheeks.

The girl chuckled at the sight of him blushing. "What's your name?" she asked. Edmund was surprised. No one had ever asked for his name since his crowning, it was well known that he was King Edmund the Just. "I'm Edmund" the boy answered, and for once he didn't feel like he had to pretend being someone else.

The girl shook his hand, an act unusual for girls, as most greeted him and his siblings with a curtsey and not a handshake. "What's yours?" he asked, letting go of her hand. "That's for me to know and you to find out".

"Hey, that's not fair!" the boy complained. "I told you my name so now you owe me yours".

"Is there any other way I could repay you that's not telling you my name" she asked hopefully. She knew the moment he learned her name he wouldn't want to be anywhere near her. She was no fool, she knew of the rivalry between his kingdom and hers.

The boy thought about her offer for a bit. "How about a dance then?" he asked hopefully. He wanted a chance to hold her and touch her as they swayed back and forth. He wanted to know what her touch felt like.

The girl agreed, knowing deep down that not one part of her could resist him. And even though she shouldn't, she knew she was already falling for him.

When the song ended, he took her hand and dragged her in the middle of the room. He stood there, placing a gentle hand on her waist as her arm found his shoulder.

The orchestra started to play a slower tune and they started dancing. Edmund was trying not to step on her feet, but it was clear he was failing miserably. "Sorry" he'd apologise. "I'm still not very good at this".

"It's fine" the girl would respond. "It took me years to learn how to dance properly" the girl chuckled, thinking back to the countless times she spent trying not to step on her partner’s feet.

The smile he gave her lit a flame in her heart. She was melting on the inside, and it scared her. The girl was used to being independent and confident. But something about Edmund made her feel shy and completely dependent.

By the end of the song they both had lost control over their feelings. They had fallen in love with one another, yet still pretended they didn't.

The boy smiled and let go of her waist, but still grasping her hand. He pulled her with him, walking towards the wide open French windows that lead to the balcony.

"Where are we going?" Y/n asked, a laugh escaping her lips as the boy continued to drag her. "Just follow me"

The made their way down the marble stairs that lead down to the garden. The music of the crowded room was fading with every step they took.

Making their way through trees and bushes the boy stopped in front of a fountain. It was made from white marble, a statue of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty decorating it. The sound of water flowing form under the goddess' feet was the only one that could be heard in the quiet of the night.

"It's so beautiful" the girl voiced out, amazed by the sight in front of her. "It really is" the boy agreed. Only he was talking about her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the girl asked softly, noticing how close her face was to his. "You are really pretty".

The boy's hand rested on her cheek as he slowly took off the mask that was hiding her face. Y/n didn't say anything, nor did she try to pull away or stop him.

The mask fell off his hands as he gazed at her now unmasked face, refusing to believe how pretty she was. How could someone be so beautiful?

There was no reason to pretend anymore. "Would it be weird if I told you I like you" the boy asked in a hushed tone. "No, I think it would be weirder if I told you I feel the same way".

The boy leaned in, lips brushing against hers. He looked into her eyes one last time before closing the distance that remained between them.

Their lips connected and time stopped for the both of them. If they could stay like this forever they would.

But they couldn't. Eventually the pulled apart, both of them struggling to breath. "This is wrong" the girl spoke. They boy' expression turned to a confused one.

"What? Why?"

"You'll learn eventually" the girl sighed before pulling him in for a second kiss. This time it was longer, full of passion and love. The girl pulled away, resting her forehead against hers.

"I have to go" she said, taking a step back.

"Wait!" the boy shouted alarmed grabbing her wrist. "Can I have one last kiss?"

The girl nodded and leaned in for a third time. This time it was more of a goodbye kiss.

The ghost of her lips still lingered over Edmund's, even when she said godbye to him before walking away. Turning back one last time the girl looked at him, as if trying to mesmerise every feature of the boy's face.

"Y/n"

Edmund just stood there, watching her walk away. Y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

Only when she was completely out of sight did he realise who she actually was and why she seemed familiar.

And in that moment he knew, they were doomed from the start.

#edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #the chronicles of narnia #curseofhecate

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Silver (Prince Caspian x female!reader)

Chapter X - The Call

Words: 2588 Warnings: I made myself cry a little so yeah, a very sad goodbye :( also peter threatens caspian but in a good way i guess A/N: i can't believe this is it :( thank you so so much to y'all for reading and engaging, i had so much fun writing this, and i can't believe i actually finished my first fic ever 😭 listen to 'the call' by regina spektor if you wanna feel the vibes too. i love y'all so much 💜 PS an epilogue will be coming soon

Series Masterlist Previous chapter <> Epilogue

Chapter X - The Call

“Narnia belongs to the Narnians, just as it does to man. Any Telmarines who want to stay and live in peace are welcome to. But for any of you who wish, Aslan will return you to the home of our forefathers,” Caspian stood in front of his kingdom.

He was at the center of a small stage overlooking a cliff, the Pevensies on his left, Aslan behind him, and me, together with other warrior Narnians, on his right.

“It’s been generations since we left Telmar,” a man spoke in the audience, but Aslan was quick to explain.

“We’re not referring to Telmar. Your ancestors were seafaring brigands. Pirates run aground on an island. There they found a cave, a rare chasm that brought them here from their world. The same world as our kings and queens,” he paused as we all looked at each other. The shock was evident on our faces. “It is to that island I can return you. It is a good place for any who wish to make a new start.”

Silence filled the place until a voice was heard. “I will go,” Lord Glozelle walked forward. I raised my eyebrows in wonder, having not seen him after Caspian’s official pardon to all the soldiers who fought on Miraz’s side. “I will accept the offer,” he looked at Caspian, who bowed his head in both appreciation and goodbye at his uncle’s closest companion who had also pardoned his life during the battle.

Prunaprismia, with Caspian’s baby cousin in her hands, quickly stepped forward too. “So will we,” with her father’s protective hand on her back, they too walked next to Lord Glozelle, standing before Aslan.

“Because you have spoken first, your future in that world shall be good.”

Aslan softly blew on their faces, bidding them farewell and motioning them to the tree that stood at the far back of the stage. Its branches uncurled before everybody’s awed faces, and a portal opened in between. The four of them walked through the branches, disappearing once and for all.

The crowd murmured in terror before such a display of magic. “How do we know he is not leading us to our death?” A man asked loudly over everybody’s bewilderment. I glared at him, not enjoying the way he was questioning Aslan.

Reepicheep walked forward. “Sire, if my example can be of any service, I will take eleven mice through with no delay,” I frowned at him, not knowing how the lack of magic could affect them there.

Almost as a reflex, I looked at Peter, feeling my heart beat loudly in my chest as I realized this was the moment I had been fearing for weeks.

“We’ll go,” he looked at his siblings, who stared at him back with shocked expressions, minus Susan.

“We will?” Edmund was lost.

Peter was trying to reason with them, his jaw straight, but I knew he too was hurting. “Come on. Our time’s up,” yet he only looked at his siblings. “After all… we’re not really needed here anymore,” he said as he stood before Caspian.

He too looked at Peter with a broken glance, looking at each of the siblings individually before turning around to face me. Peter grabbed Rhindon in its sheath, holding it out for Caspian to grab. The raven-haired stared at it before taking it, almost shyly, in his hand.

“I will look after it until you return,” Caspian said.

Susan shook her head from her place. “ I’m afraid that’s just it. We’re not coming back,” I lowered my head, fighting the tears. For some reason, hearing those words from Susan made them real.

I could feel Caspian’s burning eyes on me, and I raised my head to look at him back. His eyes were desperate, yet my heart was thumping loud enough to block any other sound in my head. This moment would be decisive for me, whether I stayed or left was something I still was having trouble accepting.

“We’re not?” Lucy asked, making my heart break for the young girl. She looked at Susan.

“You two are. At least, I think he means you two,” Peter returned to his sisters’ side, looking at her and Edmund.

Lucy was shaking her head, looking at Aslan. “But why? Did they do something wrong?”

“Quite the opposite, dear one. But all things have their time. Your brother and sister have learned what they can from this world. Now it’s time for them to live in their own,” Aslan answered, but it didn’t reassure Lucy any less.

Peter took her hands in his. “It’s alright, Lu. It’s not how I thought it would be… but it’s all right. One day you’ll see it too. Come on,” he walked with her to where I and the Narnians stood, and I was fully crying at this point. Edmund and Susan followed closely, ready to say their goodbyes. I stood at the end of the line, a thousand thoughts hovering over my brain, and a million reasons displayed before my eyes.

Peter shook Glenstorm’s hand, thanking him for his service. Lucy tightly hugged Trumpkin, the grumpy dwarf desperately trying to contain his tears. Susan talked to Dr. Cornellius, thanking him for the lessons he shared with her during our stay at the castle. Caspian simply stood at the front of the stage, watching our interactions, too frozen in place to move. But he quickly recovered and with big strides he stood before me, grabbing my hands in his.

“I wish we had more time together,” he stroke my hands softly, gazing into my eyes.

It had been our first interaction since the night before when I so desperately tried to run away from him and my feelings. But now I realized the only place I wanted to run away to was him.

“I think we might,” I whispered. I smiled softly at him, watching how his confused frown turned into a broad smile, protocol, and modesty thrown away as he quickly took me in his arms and hugged me, laughing softly into my ear.

“Are you sure?” he asked when he put me down, his eyes sparkling with hope. He looked at Aslan as if wanting to confirm my words. The lion only nodded at us.

“I am,” I answered.

For one second, it was just us. For one second, his presence was the only thing in the entire universe. So it did make sense for me to jump head first into the water and kiss him. And I knew I wasn’t dreaming. His lips were indeed soft, but the warmth in them made me feel the most alive I had ever been. My hand gripped the base of his head, keeping him close to me as his hands rested on my back, also keeping me in place. Nothing else really mattered now, suddenly the prospect of a future shining brightly as warmth filled my entire body. My other hand lay flat against his chest, and his erratic heartbeat was an indication enough to know that I did belong somewhere –with him. I didn’t care that we had an entire kingdom looking at us. All I cared about was that I finally had a home.

We slowly drew our lips apart, gasping for air. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, returning Caspian’s loving gaze as he stood next to me, a hand behind my back as we both faced the Pevensies.

“I’m sure when I’m older I’ll understand,” Lucy was staring at us in disgust, making me laugh at her expression.

“I’m older and don’t think I want to understand,” Edmund answered, but even I could see the ghost of a smirk on his face.

I winked at him as the four siblings came closer.

Edmund reached me first. “I knew you’d be staying,” he stated.

A tear fell off my eye, and he quickly brushed it away. I nodded at him. “Am I that predictable?”

He grinned at me, yet sadness circled his irises. “Only because I know you well.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds before we both collided in a tight hug.

“I can’t wait for you to get back,” I whispered in his ear.

He squeezed me even tighter. “Me neither.”

We remained in our embrace for a few minutes, not any words needed. I relished knowing it wouldn’t be the last time I saw him, but I couldn’t shake the sadness out of my body. He had once again grown a bit taller than me, but in my heart, he would always be the annoying kid in a woman’s fur coat who almost got all of us killed by a witch.

Lucy came next. Her eyes were red, filled with tears. I kneeled before her, took her head in my hands, and kissed her forehead. “We will see each other again. I know it,” I told her, hugging her close.

“But it won’t be the same,” she cried into my neck. I couldn’t help but cry with her. For the first time, I wouldn’t be by her side, watching her become the valiant queen she would turn into. We too stood in our warm embrace for a few minutes.

It was now Susan who stood before me. “I will miss you,” said she. I smiled at her, not feeling ready for our goodbye, refusing to believe it would be the last time I saw her. I too brought her to my arms, all the words stuck in my throat as I hiccupped into her shoulder. I felt her tears stain my shoulders, but I didn’t care. All it mattered was that we were never seeing each other again.

“I will miss you more,” I cried. She rubbed my back comfortingly, always so gentle.

“It’s now your turn to be a queen,” she whispered into my ear. I could feel her smile.

I blushed despite the tears. “I don’t think I’m ready,” I confessed.

Susan broke the hug, looking into my eyes. “It’s for the very reason I know you are,” she copied Aslan’s words, making me blush even harder. “You’ll be perfect. Trust me,” she too winked at me as she stepped away, bringing a tear-stained Lucy into her arms.

Peter came last. I felt my heart break once more at the sight of my best friend, containing his tears as he stood in front of me, his hands messing with the fabric on his shirt instead of resting on the sword he always carried. As I stared at him, I only saw Peter, the blond big brother who took care of his family during a war. A saw the boy that had taken me in, at first sight, welcoming me into his family, keeping me close by his side. I saw the best friend I have ever had, gazing at me with the same realization in his eyes. I couldn’t say goodbye to him.

“I don’t want to say goodbye,” I told him. I shrugged my shoulders as the tears fell freely.

Peter mirrored my actions. “Then don’t,” he took a step closer. “We can always call it a ‘see-you-later,’” he continued.

I laughed at him, although it hurt. “I don’t want to lose you, Pete,” I cried as I crashed into him. He too wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close.

“You’ll never lose me,” he reassured, even though we both knew it was a lie.

“I can’t believe it all ends like this. I can’t believe I’ll never see you again,” I told him after a few minutes of silence. I breathed deeply, embedding his scent into my brain, hopefully forever.

“We will see each other again. Someday,” he briefly moved his head in Aslan’s direction, and although the prospect was terrifying, I felt a slight relief wash over me.

“Then, I’m looking forward to that day. In the best way possible,” I corrected myself, still managing to make Peter laugh one last time.

“Me too,” he smiled at me. “In the meantime, have fun. You deserve it,” he quickly looked at Caspian before returning his eyes to me.

I grinned at him, bowing appreciatively. “You need to chill, too,” I told him.

He nodded at me and looked at Caspian.

“Promise me you’ll look after her. Or else I’ll come back and kill you,” Peter’s face was hard, almost a reminiscence of their first encounter.

“She’ll be safe with me. I swear it on Aslan himself,” Caspian came closer, taking my hand in his.

Peter nodded at him, taking one step back and a big breath.

Love you, he mouthed at me as he stood next to his siblings.

Love you too, I mouthed back at him, bowing my head at the four of them as they, one by one, stepped into the portal into our world.

None of them reappeared from the other side, even though part of me hoped they would. I stared at the tree, already feeling a hole burn its way through my chest, the place the Kings and Queens of Old had occupied in my heart for so long.

I sighed heavily, shaking in place, the truth setting in. Caspian wrapped his arm around me, comfortingly stroking my arm as I cried and mourned the loss of my family.

Nobody dared say anything. A couple of Telmarines made their way into the tree, silently bowing at Caspian and Aslan before disappearing, them too wishing to start a new life. It hurt, but with Caspian’s warmth next to me, I felt my new life begin right before my eyes.

Little by little, everybody returned to their homes. With the tree back to its normal shape and the villagers back to their usual affairs, it was only Caspian, Aslan, and me on that stage. I was sitting on Caspian’s lap, my back to his chest as I calmed down. Aslan stood nearby, giving us space. I was no longer crying, but my gaze was still fixed on the tree, lost.

A soft kiss on my temple woke me up from my pain. “It’s getting cold, maybe we should head back to the castle,” he spoke quietly, clearly not wanting to startle me.

I wordlessly nodded, letting him move me around until my feet started walking in the castle’s direction.

“Peter was right, dear one,” Aslan spoke, walking with us. “You will see each other again. It is now your turn to discover who you are, away from their shadow,” he continued.

I nodded again, looking at him. Hope returned to my bones, shaking me out of my state. “Thank you,” my voice was hoarse, but Aslan didn’t care. I patted him on the head affectionately as we reached the castle’s entrance. He didn’t come in. “Where will you go?” I asked him, knowing we wouldn’t stay.

“Wherever I’m needed,” he answered.

I frowned slightly, his about-to-be absence already filling me with despair. “I need you,” I almost begged.

Aslan smiled knowingly. “We both know that’s not true,” he winked before turning around.

I stared at his retreating figure until it was no longer visible. My heart beat loudly in my chest, yet before I could even dwell on it, I turned around to face Caspian.

The butterflies had turned into fireworks. The heat in my chest was not of pain, but from hope, faith, yearning. Love.

I took his outstretched hand, inviting me forward.

With a smile, the door closed behind me, my own future standing before me, smiling just as bright.

Epilogue

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gayandfairycore · 1 year

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Updated masterlist ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Requests status: always open

♡~Who I write for~♡

Jennifers body: 🩸

Jennifer check

Needy lesnicki

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Percy Jackson

Annabeth chase

Grover underwood

Leo Valdez

Jason grace

Piper McLean

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Lockwood

Lucy

George

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Merlin

Arthur

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for any Percy Jackson x reader they will be the book characters purely for the fact I feel uncomfortable writing fanfiction about characters whose actors are literally like 15…

That being said I will write scenarios that are in the show but not with show actors cause they’re children

• I am willing to write any character mentioned above or if they appear in the series (only by request)

• I also may take awhile getting to requests, or completing them)

I do write smut, but all characters are aged up

Things I will not write:

•incest

• non-con

• piss

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I will not write rape fics, or fics that glamourise self harm, sexual assault and abuse.

I will write fics with heavy content, tho I may refuse to write them based on the type of content, and what it may include.

I may refuse a request, or may not write it right away, I write for free, I don’t earn anything by putting out this content.

I write poly fics with any character

I write for female, and gender neutral readers only, but if you have already sent me a request with a male reader/ gender fluid reader I will write it

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If you have sent me a request about a character I no longer write for I will still complete the request but I after I clear out my drafts of those characters and their repespective requests any new requests sent about characters from my old master list I will not complete the request.

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mlm-reader-fics · 1 year

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Requesting Guide

Requests: Open

Disclaimer that I'm quite slow at writing. But I do want to try and get better at posting stuff regularly. It might take me a while to get to your request but I will try my best!!

I will write: Male Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, fluff, smut(as long as the character is depicted as an adult at some point in their media), angst, trans/nonbinary readers, platonic or familial relationships instead of romantic if requested

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

Fandoms & Characters

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie(no smut)

Edmund Pevensie(no smut)

Caspian X

Babylon 5:

Jeffery Sinclair

John Sheridan

Stephen Franklin

G'kar

Marcus Cole

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Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

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Aragorn

Legolas

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Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshield

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

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Merlin

Arthur

Gwaine

Lancelot

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Julian

Asra

Muriel

Lucio

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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A Brave Heart

Edmund Pevensie x female!reader Request

Word cohnt:1.4k

Warnings:none, Canon typical violence

Requested by: JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad

Summary: You're scared that Edmund might never be the same after he returns from the white Witch...

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I sat down near the tent, trying to catch my breath. Learning how to handle a sword was not particularly easy, especially not when Peter was your teacher.

I breathed in deeply and took a sip of my water as I let my mind wander.

I looked up and saw Aslan and Edmund on the hill, the two of them had been talking a lot since we saved Edmund, but he somehow still wasn't the same as before.

I remembered the day we met at that train station, the war was full on going and we had to flee.

And even though, it was a day filled with awful events, having to leave my parents behind, it was still the best day of my life. Because I got to meet my best friends...the Pevensies. We were all sent to Professor Kirk's house, so we had to get along, even if we didn't want to.

I immediately became friends with Lucie, as she and I were the one's to discover Narnia.

"Hey, Earth to Y/N?"

I looked up perplexed as I saw none other than Lucie standing in front of me, smiling.

"How are you doing?", she asked and sat down beside me.

"Well...you know", I mumbled and looked back up at the hills. Aslan and Edmund were gone, "Your brother can be a pain in the ass"

Lucie chuckled and patted my shoulder:"Then why did you choose a sword!"

"I didn't choose it!?", I complained, "Santa Clause gave it to me. Try to say no to Santa Clause"

"Good point", Lucie smiled.

We started to calm down again as Lucie asked:"Have you tried talking to Ed yet?"

I looked down again:"You know, I can't Lu"

"But why!?", she asked perplexed.

"She's right", My head shot up, as I heard Peter's voice,"You should talk to him"

I sighed:"Peter... It's just, he's not the same"

"We know. That's why you need to try it", Lucie insisted.

"We...", Peter started, "We want him back too, and we think that you're the only one, who can bring him back"

"I-I'm not sure", I mumbled.

"Y/N", Peter said sternly, "Believe me, The way he looks at you... Or used to look at you. It's obvious"

Lucie nodded:"And remember, as he caught us sneaking out to Narnia. Where we had that snowball fight. The way he laughed, and the looks he kept giving you. Peter is right"

"Alright Alright", I muttered and got up, "Maybe you are right, but... What if you're not?"

"Y/N...", Lucie started, but I was already walking away, trying not to think about what they just told me.

I kept on walking and finally said down under a tree, near the river. I looked around, as my thoughts about Edmund seemed to corrupt my brain.

"You are thinking about him"

I jumped at the sudden voice next to me. It was Aslan. He looked at me with a smile before sitting down next to me.

"I am", I mumbled, as I knew that there was no point in hiding it from him.

"You know, you're friends are not exactly wrong", Aslan said calmly.

"I am afraid", I admitted.

"Only the one's with a brave heart will be rewarded, my dear",Aslan explained.

I sighed:"You're probably right"

"Do you know the old tale of the sleeping beauty?, Alslan asked and looked at me.

I raised my brow:" Y-yeah, but it's only a tale, isn't it? "

I only nodded at that, not knowing what to say.

"There is a grain of truth in every tale", Aslan smiled.

"The tale says that a kiss of true love can break curses"

"A-Are you trying to say that-", I stutterd.

"Y/N", Aslan said sternly, giving me a smile. He slowly stood up.

He turned to leave, but looked at me one last time:"I believe that you have a brave heart"

I smiled at the lion, knowing what he meant. I watched him leave, before getting up and trying to find Edmund. Peter's words kept echoing in my mind:' Believe me, the way he looks at you... "

I stumbled down the hill, as I finally spotted Edmund. He was sitting near the river. At the spot that I just left a few minutes ago.

"Edmund!?", I yelled, but he didn't respond.

I cautiously sat Down next to him.

"Edmund?", I asked again. Still no response.

I sighed and carefully reached out to touch his hand:"Ed?"

He suddenly looked up at me, face as pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"A-Are you alright?", I stutterd and carefully took his hand in mine.

"I-I am", he mumbled and eyed our intertwined hands,"What are you doing?"

He voice suddenly seemed cold, like he had realized something. He quickly got up and turned to leave.

"Edmund, wait!?", I yelled but he didn't listen. I jumped up and sprinted after him. I grabbed his hand again turning him Back towards me.

"Y/N!!", he yelled. I looked up into his eyes. Those beautiful bright blue eyes, now seemed dark and lifeless.

"Ed... Please", I mumbled and stepped closer to him.

Edmund looked at me confused, as I grasped his cheek,"Please Ed, come back to us...to me"

He was about to break away from me, as I quickly connected our lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but Edmund almost immediately froze, as my lips touched his.

I stepped back and watched as Edmund fell to his knees.

"Ed!?", I yelled and kneeled down in from of him, "Ed, are you alright!?"

He slowly looked back up at me. His eyes wild and confused, but back at their normal blue glimmer.

"Ed?", I asked again.

"Y/N?", he asked perplexed. I only smiled at him. He was back. Edmund was back.

"It's alright", I mumbled at pulled him into my arms.

"I'm so so sorry, Y/N", he mumbled into my shoulder.

"It's alright", I said again. All I cared about now, was that Edmund was back. And Aslan was right. A brave heart will be rewarded.

Bonus:

"Edmund? Edmund, where the hell are you?", I yelled, as I got up. I looked around, the battle was still going on. And the army of Narnians was fighting bravely against the white witch.

"Edmund!?", I yelled again. We were parted only a few minutes ago. I was attacked by too many dwarfs at once, not only loosing sight of Edmund, but also somehow loosing my sword.

I turned around, as my eyes widened. I saw Edmund in front of the White Witch. He was about to get stabbed.

I looked around, noticing my sword laying a few meters in front of them.

I started to sprint, as the Witch took a swing to stile Edmund down.

I reached my sword after a few seconds, grabbing the handle tightly and racing towards them. Just in time, I managed to slip in between the With And Edmund. I raised my sword to deflect her Wand , as it suddenly busted into a thousand tiny shards of glass.

Edmund and I were thrown backwards, as an Intense lighting erruped in front of us.

I felt Ed grabbing my shoulders and pulled me back against his chest, as Aslan appeared in front of us, Stricking down the witch.

I breathed in deeply. It was over. The White Whitch was dead. Narnia was saved.

"Are you alright?", Edmund asked and I turned around, nodding.

"I am", I mumbled.

"Thanks for saving me", Ed smiled. He slightly pecked my lips before the two of us got up. Arm in Arm, we trotted over to his siblings and Aslan. The whole bunch was smiling at us.

"We did it", I smiled.

"You did indeed", Aslan agreed, a proud smile on his face:"The bravest of them all"

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mags0142 · 5 months

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Part II

Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter

Part I in the link

Hello, this is the continuation of my little fanfic, for the beginning please check out part I :)

Tags: Edmund Pevensie x female reader, slow burn, major character death mentioned (his siblings), mentions of violence. Y/N first appearance!

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At the pained sounds Edmund was making Althea felt his heart break. If he could he would gently pick up Edmund and press him against himself. Gently press his face into the crook of his neck and pet his hair until his breathing evened out and he would sleep calmly in Althea's arms.

The following morning Edmund stood before his troops, no one dared to point out the dark circles underneath his eyes. Especially not Edmund himself. He mounted his trusted horse and led his men into the direction of the old castle where his siblings' dead bodies had been found.

The bodies had of course been removed but Edmund refused to clean up the place. He knew what kind of hygienic risk this would pose but it felt wrong to clean it up immediately. It felt to him like wiping the injustice under which his siblings had passed, it made him feel like he was forcing them into forgottenness.

The sun had barely reached the halfway point when Edmund arrived. Althea was riding next to him. He decided to leave his horse outside and investigate the place. He doubted that the attackers would be hiding there but he was hoping to find clues of who they were and where they went. The scene had been messy and chaotic, he imagined his siblings had fought back. They weren’t the kind of people to back down even in the face of danger. He had been informed that his brother's body was found atop of his sisters. His heart clenched at the thought that his brother's last action had been to protect their sisters, it hurt even more to wonder if his older brother died thinking he saved them.

It was difficult to tell how many people had attacked them. Their wounds were no indication of anything. The wounds could have been from many people hitting them or an intense one on one fight, no one was to tell.

When Edmund entered the castle however, he was taken aback by what he saw.

The big ballroom where his siblings had been found was filled with men. Dead men. The only living thing apart from themselves in there was a small bird that flew out of the now opened door.

They appeared to have been part of the same organisation as they were all wearing the same uniform and carried similar weapons.

Edmund stumbled through the dead bodies quickly inspecting them. Some were still warm, perhaps there was still one alive hanging on by a thread who would be able to tell him who they were and what had happened. He looked at each of them but not a single man was still breathing. All of them had a pierced heart or a slit throat; they all shared a collective look of utter horror on their face.

Whoever had gotten to them had surprised and overwhelmed them.

Suddenly Edmund began shaking with rage, all of his troops but Althea retreated back into the entrance hall, not daring to be near the High King when he was so enraged.

“Who did this?” he spat at Althea not turning away from one of the bodies who was limply laying on one of the shallow steps leading to the throne.

“I- I don’t know your Majesty, their emblems don't resemble any of ours, nor the ones of the neighbouring kingdoms or any I know of even.”

“Did they have something to do with their murder?”

“I'm not quite sure your highness, I’ll go get the physicians to see if their wounds matched up with the weapons of these men” Althea suggested and rushed out to look for the doctors they had brought with them. Despite Althea’s relationship with Edmund going way back he did not understand Edmund’s anger.

Even after the physicians confirmed that the numbers of men, their weapons and their estimated strengths matched up with the crime scene they had found mere days ago. Edmund was fuming.

He felt humiliated and embarrassed. He had wanted to avenge his siblings, not some blood hungry maniac with surprisingly good knife skills.

He felt wronged, like he had been robbed of the opportunity to prove that he was willing to take revenge and set an example for his kingdom. This invalidated not just his feelings and desires of redemption but also the integrity of his promises as a king.

Edmund bit his lip, focusing on navigating the situation the best he could so as to not embarrass himself even more.

He believed it would be best to not draw any more attention to this so he sent his troops back under the preface that they should try and look for whoever did this.

“But how?” wondered Althea, the only one who stayed behind. Edmund had not asked him to stay but Althea never considered himself “one of the King’s men '' and only followed Edmund’s orders if directed at him personally. Edmund didn’t protest this, at least he could claim they had investigated the scene instead of being faced with accusations of sulking in a dirty ruin instead of taking care of his country.

“No soldier could ever do this, not against so many men of this size and with these weapons. Even if these men were inexperienced, a child could defend themselves with such a sword” Althea prodded at one of the bodies with his foot.

“I don’t know Althea,” Edmund confessed quietly. He had since calmed down and tried to find a clue of who had been here.

“No man could have done this.”

“Because it wasn’t a man” A voice spoke from above them. Edmund immediately drew his sword and pulled Althea close to him, knowing Althea rarely carried weapons and even rarer knew how to use them. He was one of the most intelligent people but he wasn’t exactly a good fighter. Edmund knew this, he was not about to lose his best advisor to a rampant soldier.

“Show yourself! A proper fighter wouldn’t hide away from his target!” Edmund spat looking seriously into the empty space around them.

They heard something shuffle behind them and turned around just in time to see a woman drop to her feet from above. She must’ve been hiding in the niche of the windows above.

“No man could have done this because no man did this, I did.” She said calmly.

Edmund lunged forward and pressed her to the wall shoving his sword underneath her chin to keep her neck from moving.

“Who are you and what have you done to these men!”

The woman looked at him with a serious expression although not hurt or worried. She studied his face before answering. She looked at his dark brown eyes filled with tears, his eyebrows furrowed in a furious expression and his mouth pulled down as he used strength to press her to the wall.

She felt sorry looking at him, if anything he looked desperate.

“One would assume you’d be happy to know that the men who killed your siblings paid with their lives, King Edmund.” She spoke softly.

Edmund was breathing hard, trying desperately to remain calm as well. Not only was she taunting him with her relaxed manner but he knew now that she knew who he was. He was no longer a hurt man looking for revenge, he was now King Edmund and he had to protect his reputation. It couldn’t come out that King Edmund threatened a complete stranger that was found in the ruins of a castle.

He let go of her but as soon as she made a move he pointed the tip of his sword to her throat “I said, who are you.” He repeated, calmer this time but still obviously enraged.

“My identity is of no importance to your Highness. I came here not in your order, I was sent by my people in an attempt to investigate these men. They had killed and .. taken advantage of many of our women, my intention had been to spy on them and figure out their next move. However one thing led to another and I .. was forced to make a decision.” She explained ignoring the blade and looking straight into his eyes.

“I mean no harm to you or your people King Edmund, I wish only to fulfil my duty, your Highness.” She added a few moments later.

“Edmund,” Althea whispered “If anything she’s with us, take the sword down before you hurt her.” Edmund appeared not to be listening, his gaze still fixed on the woman monitoring her every move.

He did, however, lower the sword. “You’re coming with us. I understand that you are not part of my rows but nonetheless you are now involved in my affairs. I command you to come with us and as King I cannot accept a rejection of this order.” Edmund grabbed her by the arm and dragged her along. Although she had no trouble keeping up with him and wasn’t fighting his command.

Althea looked after them with a pained expression. He wasn’t ready to blindly trust this woman but he couldn’t deny that she intrigued him. Perhaps she had lied but who would lie about murdering 15 men. Some people boast about their experiences but very few try to get convicted of a crime punishable by death willingly. Although the assassinations of the Pevensies was no ordinary crime. Besides, she had not seemed even a tad bit scared even when the King's infamous blade, which had taken so many lives, was pointing directly at her throat. She remained calm and formed a somewhat diplomatic answer. And now she was walking next to Edmund just like that, if it weren’t for the tight grip on her arm one might assume they knew each other, trusted each other. Suddenly, Althea felt a faint sort of pain. One that he usually only felt in the dead of night when he was looking into his tear stained pillow.

He shook it off and quickly caught up to the two.

#edmund pevensie #fanfic #lgbtqia #oc #the chronicles of narnia #edmund x reader #major character death #narnia fanfiction #slow burn

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