#eustace scrubb x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

witchthewriter · 1 year

Photo

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

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

a/n: you can take the relationship with the characters as romantic or platonic - completely up to you. Also I feel like this is a neurodivergent thing, where we pick something that looks shiny, cute or weird and gift it to someone we love. It’s the neurotypicals that usually think it’s weird...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 (1000% neurodivergent. Most likely has AuDHD)

・Running to Lucy to told her to shut her eyes and hold our her hands

・Would undoubtedly take the rock excitedly

・Actually would be out in the woods looking at pretty rocks with you in the first place

“Ooh this one actually shines in the light!” She says as she holds it up to the sun. Without realising, she had found a citrine gemstone.

・There are many different rocks in Narnia, and because of the magic, there’s no ... logic, to what can be found

・It makes humans very interested

・Both of you returning back to the castle covered in dirt but with sacks full of rocks (Peter says you can only choose your favourite 3 and the rest have to be left outside)

・Is definitely a hobby for you and Lucy

・It’s what you bonded over in the beginning of your friendship

・Has a collection in her room that she’s specifically told the servants not to get rid of (because the majority of the collection are just plain rocks)

・Would have a smooth stone that she keeps in her pocket to rub - as a form of stimming

𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 (Is neurodivergent, but has masked for so long that he doesn’t know how to unmask)

・Is used to Lucy giving him trinkets, ribbons, rocks, shells etc when they were young

・So when you present him the rock that “reminded you of him,” he blushes a little and thanks you

・He absolutely loves when people tell him “oh this made me think of you,” and it’s a positive thing ??? It blows his mind

・Edmund has no judgement. He just thinks it’s normal. Unlike some people who think it’s just plain weird (idk why they think it’s weird. It’s so human to want to collect things.)

・Edmund actually has a momento of each place that he’s visited. Both in Narnia and the human world.

・At home he has snow globes, pins, train tickets, pens, pamphlets, etc in his room, to remind him of all the places his been. And that war won’t be forever. That the world has a lot to offer.

・However, Edmund can agree that the collectible items are much better in Narnia

・Everything feels alive with magic, especially when Aslan is near

𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧 (I’m actually thinking a lil neurodivergent. Maybe even autistic??)

・Like Edmund, she’s used to when Lucy would bring her random objects

・Hence why you found it so easy to give her things you thought were cool

・This was a common occurance, and it was nearly a daily routine for Susan to empty out her pockets of a night and see random objects

・Sometimes when she’s too focused on something, you’ll just slip the things into her pockets; notes, reminders, things she’s forgotten to take with her, silly little presents etc.

・She always knows it’s you

・Not in a weird way - but she can smell you, so she isn’t startled by your presence ... like ever

・So when you gave her the rock, a glinting piece of labradorite, she held it up to the light and moved it about. Making it flash here and there.

・She was very impressed

“This will go great with the collection!”

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 (is definitely neurotypical. One of the judgy ones as well, until you - who opens his mind.)

・The least ... chill about it.

・Thinks collecting things is a waste of time unless they serve a purpose

・Has made you angry a few times because of it

・Lucy had to tell him to be nicer because the way he was going about it ... god he was being so headstrong

・So now he goes about it a lot more gently (because he’s gotten to know you better as well. You’re an important person in his life and he doesn’t want to upset you)

・So when you show him, he nods his head and does a weird, “oh thanks,” with furrowed brows.

・He doesn’t understand that it’s a token of your love/feelings toward him

・Not until you scrunch your face up and explain that to him

・And then he’s like, “oh wow. Okay then, I love it! Thank you - please give it to me,” and he’s chasing you around the room.

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 (Not neurodivergent but loves people who are different and think out of the box)

・You had found him in the training yard, sweaty and out of breath

・Although in an established relationship, you still take the time to explain why you do certain things and what certain things mean to you, why you do certain things etc.

・Even if the word neurodivergent doesn’t exist yet, the people do. And are known as the poets, writers, creators, the intelligent, the weird, the hermits.

・And Caspian has always had an open-mind. No matter what, he’s always gone into things thinking about different points of view

・So a lot of things happened naturally with Caspian. And explaining yourself was easy because he understood a lot of your concepts

・When you gave him the rock, you were incredibly nervous but still desperate to show Caspian because it was a part of your background - collecting things, and you wanted to share that with him

・In all truthfulness, Caspian was expecting something much weirder to happen by the way you were acting

・But when you gave him the rock, his response gave you butterflies

“Thank you, my love, I will cherish it always.”

・And he stayed true to his promise

・Somehow he got a blacksmith to turn it into a ring and he wore it always

𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐞 (I reckon he’s autistic tbh, so neurodivergent 10/10)

・Being amongst the Narnian people was like nothing you could have ever imagined

・But what goes significantly unnoticed is the landscape and what would be normal in our world is 10x more magical in Narnia

・So you and Eustace have absolute field days just spending hours looking through this new world

・When you stumble across this particular rock, it takes your breath away and you instantly have to show Eustace

・Getting his attention was a bit difficult though but once you had it, he was very excited

・When you place it in his hands, he examines it, to see if it’s a geode or something that can be cracked open

・His mind is an endless pit of scientific facts

・But you didn’t give it to him for scientific purposes

・You gave Eustace the stone because ... well it represented something

・Where Eustace is facts, you’re fiction - a poet, at times

・And you wanted him to know how unyielding your feelings for him are

・However, Eustace did crack it open. Even after your pleads not to, yet his suspicions were right. Because inside it was a glimmering mass of shimmering rock pieces

𝐀𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧 (understands the way of the world and how people’s minds work so he is neither neurotypical or neurodivergent - he just ... is). Also like, you can see Aslan in a romantic way if you want, but I’m kinda writing him as this father figure

・You didn’t mean to interrupt the meeting but you were too excited to wait to show Aslan the cool rock you’d found

・It was jagged but had reflective, almost glittering elements when you moved it around

・It looked ... magical

・And you wanted to ask if it might be

・So when you ran into the map room, where Aslan and a few other guards were, you enthusiastically brandished it in front of him

“Look! Look what I found! For you-”

・Very gracious

・Thanked you immediately while the others around you look at you like you’re crazy

・If anyone says anything mean about you, he will call them out

・You think he just forgets about them but he actually keeps everything you give him

・He can tell exactly where you got the rock from; which woods, lake or ocean. He’s so intune with Narnia that every little thing is easy for him to identify

・Encourages you to find more

・And gives you tips on the best places to find more cool things

𝐌𝐫 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐮𝐬 (Yes, neurodivergent. Kinda goblin brained, but likes his alone time and collecting of things)

・It was a bit of a down day and you could see his frown. Wanting to brighten his day you went on a stroll, trying to find a pretty flower or a nice bunch of herbs

・But you couldn’t find either of those things

・Instead, you came across a tree stump with such smooth round rocks at the base.

・They looked so ... satisfying

・A perfect egg-shaped stone, close to one you’d seen Lucy playing with from time to time

・Running back home, you called out for Tumnus, and as he stood in front of you, you told him to hold out his hands

“Hmm...,” he said with a suspicious look, but obeyed.

・When you put it in his hands he blushed immediately. Knowing that you know how much he loves knick knacks and collecting objects... it made his day a lot better

・I feel like this could be a Narnian custom in a way. Like...to show your affection for the one you love, you go out in nature and find something that reminds you of them???

469 notes · View notes

the-second-tonks · 2 years

Text

He smiles a lot more around you | E.P

Summary : Nothing much , it's just Edmund leaving Narnia and Y/n following him .

Pairing : Edmund Pevensie x gn!reader , Caspian x Liliandil

Warnings : fluff , bit of angst , fluff , English is not my first language , this fic is not proofread so there could be a lot of mistakes , a bit plotless since I'm just back from my hiatus.

Y/n stood there , clutching their sword as tightly as their grip allowed them to. The sword was in the sheath , and the sheath surprisingly was able to sustain the pressure .

They watched the three figures bid a goodbye to the King of Narnia , Caspian .. and the King of Beasts , Aslan .

Oh how badly they wished they could make the king and queen stay . How badly they wished they could make their cousin stay back too . How badly they wished they had the power to do that .

“We will definitely miss Narnia” Lucy admitted the obvious .

Y/n was just another regular seafarer.. but a close friend of the Narnian King Caspian. They always noticed how interested Caspian was in the field, and that's how they became friends .

But then , Caspian's old friends , High King and Queen of Narnia , entered their life and they couldn't be any more glad . Why? Wasn't it obvious? King Edmund had their heart and brain go insane. They fell for him first and he seemed to smile more around them (observed by Lucy) .

No feelings were communicated due to the havoc they were in , but now , y/n couldn't believe that it was the last time they would be seeing The Edmund Pevensie. They were undeniably feeling butterflies in the stomach due to two reasons

1. Edmund looked breathtaking

2. Anxiety that he was leaving

They were confused , stressed , panicked , sad and most of all , love sick .

Shall I confess?

The question kept revolving in their mind as they watched Lucy hugging the life out of Aslan . It was something that showed how dearly she loved Narnia. Y/n walked closer to Caspian , who seemed in queue for the last goodbye .

Y/n smiled at Caspian and shook hands with Eustace as he politely came to bid y/n . “You'll be missed , Eustace . But I'm happy that you've still got another visit”

Caspian nodded “Yeah , i think he'll be more mature by then” bidding Eustace a goodbye too .

Y/n and Caspian smiled when Eustace embarrassingly nodded and claimed that he had been pretty immature . He walked towards his siblings then .

“Are you going to go beyond the sea too?” they hadn't forgotten how Caspian wanted to go through it . Y/n was sure about reepicheep , who had gone through it already.

“I think I should , but at the same time , I cannot let go of Narnia , i cannot give up. I think I have motivation now ..” Caspian shared his thoughts with Y/n .

“That goddess looking girl we met? King Ramandu's daughter?” Y/n questioned , smirking a bit .

“Yeah..” Caspian blushed a bit and nodded .

“She seemed interested in you , give it a try , King” Y/n suggested , as they saw Lucy get up now , done hugging Aslan .

“You should confess to King Edmund too . I confessed to Queen Susan , even though I knew we had no future together.. if you don't confess now , he'll be gone forever and you'll be here with regret ” Caspian advised y/n.

Y/n nodded and spoke “I just want to be a happy memory in his mind” they took a deep breath as Lucy and Edmund both proceeded towards y/n and Caspian .

Lucy bid Caspian a painful goodbye . While Edmund was busy with Caspian , Lucy hugged Y/n and spoke “I'll miss you so much , Y/n”

“Likewise , Queen Lucy” they spoke and hugged Lucy back .

“It's been days since we've been here with you and yet , your habit of referring to us with our titles hasn't changed” Lucy chuckled with tears in her eyes .

“It would've probably improved if you could stay here forever” For y/n, these three people were iconic , a dream friend group .

They would miss them so much . They could already feel it . Ever since they had heard about Queen Susan and High King Peter , they knew it was going to hurt so bad when Queen Lucy and King Edmund would leave .

Lucy laughed a bit and moved aside , as Edmund came in Y/n's view . Edmund wasn't affectionate.. so y/n didn't expect him to hug them or even shake hands with them. As expected , Edmund just eyed Y/n and spoke “I wish we had more time”

Caspian felt Deja vu hit him . It felt as if the scene from three years ago was occurring again .. and he did root for y/n and Edmund to kiss .

“Yeah , i wish the same.” y/n spoke , and kept looking at him .

“I like you” .. “Huh?” they both spoke simultaneously, taking everyone off-guard, even themselves.

Y/n smiled at Edmund widely , and Edmund was shocked out of his wits .

“You.. like me back?” he questioned as he moved closer to y/n .

“You too?” y/n smiled warmly . It was the best and the worst day of their life .

Y/n stood there as Edmund slowly took the lead in kissing them . The kiss was everything that could make anyone's brain go bonkers . It was slow , passionate, yet loving and warm.

They both ended the kiss with a smile . Edmund smiled sadly at y/n when Aslan spoke “It's time to leave now , King Edmund” to grab Edmund's attention.

Edmund nodded and looked back at y/n with glossy eyes . Y/n immediately launched themselves at him , they couldn't get enough of him . They wouldn't be able to hear his voice , look at him , hug him , kiss him or even get a small glance of him , ever again. Just a small hope in their heart that Aslan would permit them to go to Edmund's world . Just a small wish , that they desperately wanted to be fulfilled .

Once they separated from the hug , Edmund smiled at y/n , just like he always did .

“I told you he smiles a lot more around you” Lucy remarked , happy for the pair .

Y/n nodded shyly and removed their pendant from around their neck . Tiptoeing , they put the pendant around Edmund's neck and whispered “Every time you miss me , clutch this tightly , and feel the surroundings. You'll notice my presence . Like this , I'll be there with you always , any time you need me.” Y/n spoke , and then , their voice broke as they continued “Keep it safe for me even when you find another lover , if I ever come to visit you .” they joked .

Edmund nodded “I'll wait for you , forever.”

Aslan heard that , and nodded . Soon , the three people were leaving through the water tunnel . Endless eye contacts were made between y/n and Edmund , conveyed indefinite words that were left unheard , untold .

Once the tunnel closed with the three people disappearing , Aslan spoke “King Caspian , this must feel unfair to you , but maybe , there is a chance to let y/n go to the other world , where the High Kings and Queens reside”

Caspian spoke “It would've been unfair to the younger Caspian , Aslan . Now , I know what I want from my life , I think I'm clear about my thoughts.. even though I'll miss y/n , i think we should let them go if there is a way”

Aslan spoke “There is .. but it'll send y/n to 4 years from now”

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows.. what does that mean?

“Aslan , forgive me for my curiosity , but why 4 years?”

“Edmund still has some things to grow up from , y/n . He is unaware of his tolerance and loyalty. He is in need to prove his loyalty and I think the time of 4 years will give him that chance ” Aslan spoke mysteriously as sudden air hit y/n and Caspian . The tunnel from between the water was opening up again ..

“Go on , Y/n . Once you step into that world , you won't be able to come back ” Aslan spoke .

Y/n nodded , bidding a happy and nervous goodbye to Caspian and aslan . Taking a deep breath , they walked towards the tunnel .

Entering in and going through the water tunnel , they entered the new world which seemed very familiar to them . They were in some weird clothes that they had never seen or worn , and they was standing under the shed on a rainy day . They had an umbrella in their hand , but they didn't know what to do . They couldn't see Edmund or Lucy or Eustace anywhere.

What am I supposed to do?

Y/n thought to themselves , when their train of thoughts were interrupted by a deep , attractive voice .. “Ughh, the forecast didn't say it'll rain!” . The voice belonged to a very handsome gentleman.. but the face made y/n's face go awed as well as tearful . They wanted to make sure before reacting , and therefore they glanced at the pendant around his neck . Their heart warmed when they noticed that it was actually still there.. he actually meant forever when he said so .

Yes , yes , yes , yes! He's Edmund! The Edmund Pevensie!

“Edmund?” they spoke it loud enough for the guy to hear .

Edmund was shocked as he turned to look at the person beside him .

“Huh? Y-Y/n?” his eyes went wide too , but his smile was wider than that . Ohh he wanted to embrace them so bad , but his clothes were wet .

The couple took a long walk to Edmund's home underneath one umbrella. They talked and laughed , and stared endlessly at each other.

Soon, Lucy was very happy to find Y/n and so was Eustace .

“I told you he smiles a lot more around you” Lucy remarked again, because it was the first time in a long time that the family had seen Edmund smiling so widely .

Do like or reblog if you enjoyed

#edmund pevensie x y/n #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie #king edmund the just #edmund Pevensie x gn! reader #edmund the just #narnia movies #narnia fic #narnia fanfiction #narnia imagine #queen lucy the valiant #lucy the valiant #caspian x Liliandil #aslan #narnia aslan #aslan the lion #eustace scrubb

502 notes · View notes

winterchildd · 2 years

Text

“Extraordinary things only happen to extraordinary people. Maybe it's a sign that you've got an extraordinary destiny--something greater than you could've imagined.”

#narnia #narniaedit #eustace scrubb #reepicheep #edit #my edit #the chronicles of narnia #prince caspian #narniaday #lucy pevensie #eustace clarence scrubb #aslan the lion #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #edmund x reader #pevensie siblings #narnia imagine #narnia x reader

199 notes · View notes

pariahsparadise · 1 year

Text

ye of little faith | e. p.

nav. | m.list

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.

2K notes · View notes

spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

Text

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

HOW TO REQUEST

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— requests can be send through inbox or dms, but inbox is heavily encouraged!

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS “_____ x reader fluff” WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION!! GIVE ME A PLOT LINE!!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

platonic

romantic

familial

any gender x any gender

headcanons

poly relationships

sensitive topics

x reader

ships (canon or non-canon, so long as it’s not problematic)

i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

smut (i’m 14)

yandere

incest

student x teacher

canonically gay character (ex: wylan van eck) x fem!reader for romantic requests

canonically lesbian character x male!reader for romantic requests

songfics (nothing against them, i just don’t know how!!)

things about ocs

ship fics

character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

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

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

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

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

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

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

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

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

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

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

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

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

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

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

#marlee organization <3

186 notes · View notes

hollandorks · 2 years

Text

domesticity--motn oneshot

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

a/n: time for another motn oneshot! This is set after chapter 31 but before the epilogue. It’s also set after the “partners” oneshot (but you don’t need to read that to understand this one!) This is just pure, unadulterated fluff. Get your toothbrushes ready, it’s going to give you cavities.

If you feel like supporting me further, here’s some info on ko-fi perks!

The song I listened to when writing this chapter is The Lament of Eustace Scrubb by The Oh Hellos (mostly for the overall vibes!)

Series Masterlist

word count: 3300

It was the middle of the night in early December.

Y/n was wide awake, curled in front of a roaring fire in the living room with a new book, waiting for Bruce to get home from his nightly patrol.

It was still early, not quite two AM, still hours from Bruce being back. Even with the freezing rain outside, he still patrolled every night. He was adamant that winter was worse–longer nights made for more crime while the cold and snow made for more desperate people, hoping not to starve or freeze.

Y/n was working on her own way to help–her budding restaurant, still as yet unnamed, a way to pay it forward and have a small homeless shelter all at once. She was going to feed, clothe, and house people as much as she could. In fact, she had just found the perfect building–two buildings next to each other, actually–in the heart of Gotham. She couldn’t wait for Bruce to get home so she could show him the listing. The place was a bargain, actually, long abandoned and rotting. But the less they spent on purchasing it, the more they could spend making it perfect.

There was a loud clang from the general vicinity of the basement.

Y/n frowned. It was too early for Bruce to be back yet.

Unless something had happened.

She tried not to panic as she set her book aside and hurried in the direction of their bedroom.

She ran smack into Bruce, who was stepping into the hallway from downstairs. The cowl was off, the tips of his hair wet and turning to ice, drops of ice covering the armor he was still wearing.

She immediately looked him over head to toe, worried he would be bleeding out.

“Bruce?” she asked carefully. He usually stayed out until at least four, but sometimes six or seven if it was a busy night. Two AM was too early. Much too early.

A shudder went through him at his name. His eyes met hers but they were distant. Cold. He was still in Batman mode. But usually he didn’t come upstairs in the armor.

“Are you hurt?” she asked, hands already on him, fingers searching the places between armor plates for blood or bullet holes.

He shook his head. “Not–not bad,” he amended after a second. “Might have cracked a rib.”

“Not bad?” she said. “A cracked rib is not great.” She would know. Her ribs had been broken at the gala, and she was just now getting to where it didn’t hurt to stretch in certain ways. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He was covered in ice, melting quickly now, and mud. She wanted to ask what happened, but knew he needed time to switch back into Bruce. He’d gently explained it to her, a couple of weeks after their first date, that he wanted to share things with her but that he needed a little time when he first got back. He said it was like shedding a skin every night. He took off the armor and wrote out his thoughts while reviewing the footage from the night. He needed to process everything, to let himself think, to let Bruce Wayne resurface slowly.

Bruce let her lead him into their bathroom. She gently helped him remove the armor, promising in a murmur to clean it later, while she let the bathtub fill with hot water.

There was something almost haunted in his expression. Something bad had definitely happened. She swallowed hard. Her heart broke for him.

She slipped his shirt over his head. There was a chill coming off of his skin, icy water dripping from his hair into his eyes and over his bare shoulders.

His left side was already turning purple. “We should have someone look at this,” she said softly. She went to unbutton his pants but he caught her wrists in his freezing fingers.

She stared up at him, at that terrible look in his eyes. She grabbed his wrists in turn so they were holding on to each other. “What do you need?” she asked.

“Just–stay,” he whispered. His eyes closed and he lowered his head until their foreheads touched. “Just stay with me.” His voice was broken. He was hurting.

“Always.” She lifted one of his hands and kissed the bruised knuckles. “You’re freezing.”

He shivered as if her words made him finally realize it. He quickly shucked off his pants and got into the tub, shuddering heavily at the hot water.

“Too hot?” she asked as she knelt beside him. He closed his eyes and shook his head. She pushed her sleeves up and lightly touched his shoulder, just to reassure him that she was there, that she was with him.

Y/n reached over and shut off the water, dousing the room in sudden silence. She went to the shower, got his shampoo and a bar of soap, as well as a washcloth.

She quietly shampooed Bruce’s hair, letting him dunk and rinse it while she started gently washing the grime from his skin. He hummed softly as she wiped the cloth over his shoulders and down his back. She took one arm and then the other, then worked her way down his chest and stomach. She dunked her arms into the hot water and scrubbed down his legs next, careful not to accidentally pull the hairs that covered them. The edges of her sleeves dampened.

Satisfied that at least most of the grime was off of him, she grabbed one of their shared makeup wipes and started removing the black makeup, heavily smudged down his cheeks from his dripping hair. The water sloshed as Bruce leaned his head back against the edge of the tub. His eyes were still closed. She held his jaw still with one hand and the wipe in the other.

“He killed a kid,” Bruce suddenly said. The movement of his lips ghosted against her wrist. Under the water, his hands tightened into fists. She’d stopped wiping at his face when he’d spoken, but quickly resumed so he would keep talking. “He broke in and the kid tried to stop him. Made enough noise that the neighbors called the cops. I got there first.”

Done with removing the makeup, she switched to a facial cleanser and used a clean cloth to wash his face.

Eyes still closed, Bruce said, “He shot the kid when he saw me. He tried to run, made it into the backyard, out in the suburbs, but–”

But Bruce had caught him.

“I almost didn’t stop,” Bruce whispered. His breath gasped from between his lips. Y/n was done with his face and gripped it with both hands. “I almost didn’t–”

“It’s okay,” she said firmly. “You did. You got the guy. And he’s going to go to jail forever for what he did.”

Bruce’s eyes opened and latched onto hers. He was still breathing heavily, blue eyes even bluer in the light of the bathroom. Her breath hitched a little. “I was too late,” he whispered, broken, hurting, ashamed.

Y/n pressed a kiss to his damp forehead, brushing the wet strands of his hair back. He leaned into her touch, watching her from beneath his long, dark lashes. “But you got him, and he’s going to be punished. You can’t blame yourself, Bruce. You did as much as you could.”

“But I–”

“What? You could have gotten there sooner? Sure. But he probably would have killed the kid either way. Or maybe he wouldn’t have killed that kid, but he would have had enough time to run. And then he would have killed someone else later. I know–I know it sucks. I’m sorry he was killed, really. But you’re doing enough. You’re enough.” She kissed him lightly. “You’re doing the best you can, and that’s enough. Gotham is better because of it.”

Bruce’s eyes closed. She released him and watched as he relaxed, little by little.

“What do you need?” she asked again. “Food? Sleep?”

Bruce opened his eyes a little to look at her. She studied the long column of his throat as he swallowed. “I want–pizza.” He gave her a sheepish grin, cheeks turning slightly pink. “I just–I haven’t had pizza in a long time and–”

She smiled. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’ll make it happen. How about I order while you get dressed, or you can relax here for a bit. Then we can watch that new documentary I told you about.”

Bruce hummed again. “That’d be nice,” he murmured. She kissed him one more time and climbed to her feet.

She wasn’t confident that a pizza place would be open so late, even in a city as big as Gotham, but she was going to make it happen. Bruce never asked for things for himself, and if he wanted a pizza, she was getting him a damn pizza.

A quick search on her phone revealed only one place that was still open, and they were set to close at three. It was 2:45. With a small curse, she called the number. They didn’t pick up, so she called again.

When they answered, she made her case, and offered a hundred dollar tip if they would deliver it despite closing soon. The person on the phone asked the delivery driver in a skeptical voice if they were willing to risk it, not caring that she was still on the other line listening.

“What’s the address?” he asked with a sigh.

She gave the mailing address for Wayne Manor.

The guy was suddenly angry. “I–that’s Wayne Manor. Is this a prank?”

She bit back a retort and instead only said, “Yes, it’s Wayne Manor. Bruce Wayne wants a pizza. I’m telling you, I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you can get here. Please.”

There was another hushed conversation before they finally agreed to do the order, promising to have it there within half an hour.

Y/n hung up with a triumphant smile. Pizza acquired. Now she was going to stoke the fire in the living room, queue up the documentary, and hunt down every appropriate movie snack she could come up with in the house along with as many warm blankets as she could find.

As she gathered up some throw blankets–ones she’d bought on sale as soon as the weather turned freezing a few weeks before, because Bruce didn’t really have much in the way of comfortable blankets–she called down to the guards at the gate to let them know there was a pizza delivery coming.

Bruce found her in the kitchen scrounging up snacks and drinks. He was wearing his favorite pair of gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt that was so faded she couldn’t tell if it had always been plain or if it had once said “Nirvana” or something.

“Alcohol, soda, juice, or water with your pizza?” she asked. She preferred soda when having pizza, and realized that she didn’t know Bruce’s preference. As had happened often these past few weeks, a little thrill shot through her at getting to learn something so simple but strangely intimate about him. No one else knew what Bruce Wayne liked to drink with his pizza.

Bruce shrugged. “You pick.”

Soda it was. Caffeine didn’t matter for someone who was nocturnal anyways.

“I didn’t realize what time it was–how’d you find somewhere still open?” he asked, helping her carry the drinks and plates into the living room where the fire was crackling cheerily.

“Oh you know, just casually dropped Bruce Wayne’s name and threw in a bribe.” She grinned as he blinked.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking,” he said with a frown.

“For once, I’m actually not.”

Bruce breathed a laugh. “Well, at least I’m good for something.”

She moved around the couch and wrapped her arms around his waist. She tilted her head back to look up at him. “You’re good for a lot of things.”

Their lips met halfway. She leaned into the solid warmth of him, his lips chapped but gentle against hers. She still couldn’t get over that this was her life. She felt a little bit like Cinderella after all.

Bruce’s phone vibrated with an alert from the gate. The pizza was here and being escorted up the driveway.

“Have you ever ordered takeout here?” she asked as she gently pushed him down onto the couch. “Because the guards definitely seemed surprised.”

Bruce sank into the cushions. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Um. No. Usually I send Alfred for stuff so no one bothers us.”

Her response was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Is–that my wallet?” Bruce asked when she pulled it out.

She winked and half-skipped to answer the door.

“Hi,” she said to the pizza delivery guy who wasn’t trying to hide his shock. He craned his neck around her, obviously trying to get a glimpse of Bruce Wayne in his own home. Behind him, the security guard was bundled up on his golf cart, obviously annoyed at having to be out of the warm guardhouse. “Here’s the money for the pizza,” she said as she handed over the cash. Freezing air poured in through the open door. The air smelled crisp and clean, promising snow. “And the promised tip.”

The guy’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

“I–Wow, thank you, wow. I thought for sure this was going to be a prank or something, wow. Have a good night!” The guy gave her a huge grin but made no move to leave. He was waiting to see if he could still catch Bruce.

“You too!” she said as she closed the door in his face.

She brought the two steaming pizzas back to Bruce, who perked up when he saw them.

“I got two larges with each half something different. I have no idea what you like.” She bit her lip. “Probably should have asked before I ordered, huh?”

He tugged her wrist so she would sit beside him. “Perfect,” he said, kissing her temple, before eagerly grabbing the boxes. She watched as he chose a slice of all four kinds of pizza and dug in.

“How long has it been since you’ve had pizza?” she asked with a raised eyebrow as she got a couple of slices of her favorite. Bruce was eating with the enthusiasm of a preteen boy at a sleepover who could have as many slices as he wanted without being told to stop.

“Um,” he said, mouth so full she had to laugh. He chewed and swallowed. His cheeks were pink again. “Before Batman, I think?”

“Wow. That’s…you haven’t had pizza in like two years?” Her mouth dropped open of its own accord. “Isn’t that…a sin or something?”

Bruce huffed a laugh. “Well now that I’m having it, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

She bumped his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you all about Gotham’s best pizza places.”

They ate in companionable silence as the documentary played on the screen. After a little while, Bruce propped his feet on the coffee table and pulled a blanket over himself. She snuggled into his side and tucked her knees up.

His cold fingers laced with hers. He smiled at her, all soft angles in the low light of the screen and the fire, and lifted his arm so she could snuggle closer.

Outside, snow began to fall, the first of the season.

Y/n gasped and sat straight up as her eyes fell on the window.

Bruce sat up too, instantly on alert, eyes darting around for any hidden threats.

“Snow!” she said, pointing excitedly towards the window.

He made a face.

“I’m going outside,” she said, scrambling up from the couch and making a beeline for their room. She pulled on snow boots, a hat, and a couple of extra layers.

“It’s freezing,” Bruce said from right behind her. He was frowning deeply. “It’s just snow.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen it snow here. I’ve always been stuck in the city where it turns brown as soon as it touches the ground. Here though–” She sighed wistfully as she began lacing up her boots.

Bruce sighed, a much more resigned sigh than hers had been, and started bundling up. He pulled a knit hat over his dark hair and she had to stop to smile at him for a second.

“What?” he asked, a little self conscious.

“Nothing. You just look so cozy.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him excitedly out of the front door and onto the already snow-covered lawn.

The flakes were falling thick and fast, a gentle shushing noise the only sound to be heard for miles. Even the distant city noises have quieted, a blanket of silence laying over all of Gotham.

Y/n spun in a circle, arms thrown wide, head tilted back to catch flakes on her tongue.

The grounds of Wayne Manor–and the house itself–were spectacular in the snow. She couldn’t wait to wake up in the early afternoon and see the thick white covering everything in the daylight. She inhaled deeply and let the clean scent of the snow fill her lungs. It was so much better than it had been in the city.

She turned to find Bruce staring at her, his expression dumbstruck, like he had been hit in the head.

“What?” she asked with a grin.

He merely shook his head and smiled. He was a splash of shadow in the bright white in his dark clothes. The snow, even in the dark, made his eyes so much bluer. Her breath caught in her chest as she looked at him.

“I love you,” he said, then pulled her close for a kiss that stole what was left of her breath.

She didn’t know it, but it was at that precise moment that Bruce Wayne decided he wanted to propose to her.

They spend a few minutes in the snow. Bruce took her hand and they started walking, no destination in mind, simply enjoying each other’s company.

She stopped to retie her boot. When she straightened, a snowball hit Bruce squarely in the face.

She laughed and skipped away. He caught her about the waist and held her with one strong arm while the other scooped up a handful of snow to press against her bare neck. She shrieked and struggled to get away.

Laughing, they threw snow back and forth, hardly bothering to even form snowballs.

Bruce caught her again and yanked her close. His lips crashed against hers, his nose cold, his body warm against hers.

“What was that for?” she breathed when he finally pulled away.

“I love you,” he said fiercely. There was something in his face she couldn’t quite place. “Thank you.”

“For hitting you in the face with snow?” she asked with a laugh.

“For–making this fun.” He kissed her again. “But can we please go inside now?”

She laughed again. Everything was bright within her. Her heart was so full of joy she could burst. Things were good–she was going to build that restaurant and shelter, Bruce loved her, and Wayne Manor looked beautiful in the snow.

“I haven’t told you yet!” she said excitedly as they headed back inside. “I found the perfect place.”

Bruce let her chatter at him as she led him inside, back to their bedroom, both of them freezing and damp now.

She was radiant like this–her face glowingly happy, hair damp with melting snowflakes, talking about the project she was passionate about.

Bruce wanted to marry her. He wanted her to be his wife, to be his forever.

Maybe Alfred could help him find his mother’s old engagement ring.

taglist:

@pop-rocks-and-skittles @calumspupils @n1ght5h4d3-24 @keepingitlokiii @11mb0 @illicitghosts @cat-purrsonified @blue-aconite @junggoku @ohheyitsrowan @angxlictexrs @glowexe @avengersgirllorianna @brynhildrmimi @takeyour-pants-off @twilightdollie @p-writes @lady-x-red @xingqiusliegee @scxrletwitches @justine-en @philiasoul @srryxmate @thecherrybombcom @minstens @curly-bookworm @call-me-nayo

281 notes · View notes

daydreams-magic01 · 3 years

Text

The Chronicles of Narnia Masterlist

Main Masterlist

(Gifs aren’t mine, credit to the owners)

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01.

Disclaimer: These are fanfictions, however, the scenarios, dialogue, etc are of mine creation. Please do not copy or plagiarise my work, my work should only be found on this blog, nowhere else. I have also tried my best at writing British, etc.

Requests: Open

I am open to suggestions, so if there are any other fandoms you want to see yo write for, feel welcome to ask on my ‘Request’ section. If you want to be added to a taglist, please do the same.

High King Peter the Magnificent

Female Reader

Why?

Queen Lucy the Valiant

(Aged up)

Male Reader

I like you too

#peter pevensie x reader #peter x reader #peter pevensie x y/n #peter pevensie x you #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x y/n #edmund pevensie x oc #susan pevensie x reader #lucy pevensie x reader #caspian x reader #prince caspian x y/n #prince caspian x reader #narnia imagine #narnia one shot #eustace scrubb x reader

51 notes · View notes

gothicwidowsworld · 5 years

Text

Eustace Scrubb #1

Imagine...

Being Caspian's younger Sister and being on board the Dawn Treader when Edmund and Lucy surfaced. Since their last visit the shy Princess had turned into a beautiful young lady. When Eustace set eyes on her for once in his life he was silent.

Gif Source

Gifer

@drewrph

133 notes · View notes

scvrllet · 2 years

Note

Oh hi darling! Can you do headcanons of Edmund taking his gf to Narnia with him the second time he goes please??

contains: gender-neutral!reader (996 words)

authors note: idk how i feel about this for multiple reasons but enjoy?!

- For this headcanons sake, let’s pretend (Y/N) and Eustace are siblings and the Pevensies are very close friends with your family, not cousins.

- The two of you rarely got along though you often tried your best to have some sort of a positive bond with him. You lived in your own imagination most of the time, believing in what he called “silly children stories”. Your brother on the other hand turned out to be quite the different so when your boyfriend, Edmund, and his sister Lucy came to stay over for a while, Eustace was anything but happy.

- Despite the differences in your hobbies and likes, the two of you did manage to bond over science. It was an odd thing for siblings to agree and bond over but the two of you managed to make it work. Your fascination for how things worked and why that was mixed with his extensive knowledge which gave you those answers was enough for both of you. Though, this didn't completely make things perfect between the two of you. The times you spent fighting and at each-others throats always outweighed the times you were able to be civil with each-other and with Edmund and Lucy being much like you, your brother only felt like he was trapped in his own home the longer they were around.

- Prior to this, you and Edmund had been dating for a while already. Meeting a few years after his siblings return from Narnia, the two of you quickly connected and became close friends before you both realized your feelings for each-other and began dating. Lucy often said how she believed she would be 80 and wrinkly before you two finally confessed your feelings for each-other.

- Edmund and his siblings had told you of all their adventures in Narnia multiple times and regardless of it eventually becoming repetitive, you still loved hearing about it. About all the wars Peter's fought in and the array of weapons and armor, about the libraries and beautiful sceneries Narnia (especially Cair Paravel) Susan spent most of her at/admiring, about all the secret passages and hideouts Edmund wished he could show you for yourself and about all the different creatures and animals Lucy swore you would love. It all sounded like something straight from your imagination and while the thought of it all being real was slightly hard to believe, you still found yourself taking their word for it.

- This proved to be worth it as that one day when the painting in the spare bedroom of your home began to come alive and fill with water, there was only one reasonable answer: magic. And once the four of you had resurfaced and were now out in the middle of an ocean who knows where, it only further proved your point.

- A group of men on the ship that was once in the painting (or were you now in the painting?) jumped down to bring you all up, you felt as though you were dreaming. You really hoped you weren’t.

“And who are the new guests?” The leader, you assumed, of the men on the ship asked as he handed you all towels. He was taller than the four of you, slim with dark shoulder length hair framing his face with a beard as well.

“Caspian, this is (Y/N), my partner. (Y/N), Caspian. And this is their brother Eustace-” Edmund replied and as he went to direct the man's gaze to your brother, Eustace instead decided to show himself on his own terms. And by that, he was screaming on the ground as an oddly large mouse laid on his chest. There was a group of men surrounding them, not doing anything but laughing and talking amongst themselves. It didn’t take long before he ended up kicking the mouse off of him and in your direction.

“Reepicheep!” Lucy said and the mouse, who you now knew could talk and went by Reepicheep, beamed at the sight of her and Edmund.

“Hey Reep, what a pleasure.” Edmund greeted and you watched in awe as it fixed its harness and bowed.

“Your majesties. The pleasure is all mine sir, but first, what to do about this hysterical interloper.” It said and you almost found it hard to stifle your laughter.

“That would be my brother.” You replied and as if you had appeared out of nowhere, which you probably did in all honesty, Reepicheep jumped.

“Your Majesties didn’t mention bringing guests, my apologies for informalities, I am Reepicheep.”

“(Y/N).”

- With introductions out of the way, it didn’t take long before you (and Eustace, much to his displeasure) were caught up with everything regarding Narnia and where they were heading today. Throughout the trip, while your brother somehow managed to always find his way into the heart of trouble, Edmund made sure to make the time enjoyable for you despite the chaos.

- The Cair Paravel, while now gone, still managed to be breathtaking in its ruins. There weren’t any passages to explore, or any weapons to admire, or any libraries to wander through or even any animals to meet but still, it stood there in its ruined glory and all you could seem to do was stand and admire it.

- Following the Pevensies and Caspian’s crew on their journey, you were able to fit in with the others quite easily. Your brother on the other hand, struggled and had to be turned into a dragon and back before acting more nurtured. He was also able to befriend Reepicheep and the other crewmen who came to enjoy his presence and friendship.

- By the end of your time in Narnia, having fought mythical creatures and experienced magic right before your very eyes, you and Eustace were relieved to hear that you would both be able to return to Narnia. Not at the given time maybe, but one day. Hopefully.

FIN.

taglist | masterlist

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @princekooks @lucy-malfoy07 @tsukilover11 @cuddleluv @sweetblueparadisebabyg @gryffindorgirl @annika0-o @rocketxgirl @debesteimanetje @vixxiann @nataliewalker93 @averyisbackinthetrashcan @killzandchillz

EDMUND PEVENSIE TAGLIST: @hehehehannahthings @angelsgrxzer @lilyblackx @kaqua @oh-my-ronron-mphfpc-fanfic-heart @thepolywrites @quillsanddaydreams @alexxavicry @drayshadow @jacros6

#edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie fluff #edmund pevensie imagine #edmund pevensie headcanon #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x you #edmund pevensie x y/n #narnia imagine #narnia headcanon #narnia x reader #narnia x you #narnia x y/n #platonic!eustace scrubb & reader #eustace scrubb & reader

232 notes · View notes

athenaeum-simps · 3 years

Text

Credit:- @Pleadinglove on Instagram

#will poulter #will poulter imagine #gally #gally x you #gally x reader #gally x y/n #maze runner gally #the maze runner #dark pictures little hope #abraham #anthony clarke #midsommar #eustace scrubb #colin ritman #hereditary

317 notes · View notes

delicatel0vers · 2 years

Text

Wound cleaning/enemies to lovers trope with edmund pevensie might as well be the death of me.

127 notes · View notes

cas-kingdom · 3 years

Text

Water

A/N: Set during VOTDT. Reader is Lucy’s twin.

Title: Water

Summary: While on the Dawn Treader, you have a quiet moment with Edmund.

Words: 632

“I wonder if it’s the same sky.”

Edmund blinked, swiftly brought out of the serene reverie he’d found himself in for the past twenty minutes. It was night in Narnia, and he’d stacked up some blankets and old sacks in a corner of the ship to lean against, hands folded on his stomach as he stared up at the clear sky. You’d joined him not long after, instinctively taking your place lying in front of him, back to his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around you, and had been quiet since. The lulling sound of the waves lapping against the side of the ship had admittedly been slowly sending him off to sleep, but at your muttered words, he was alert once again.

“Hm?” he asked absently, shifting.

“As the sky at home,” you clarified. “I wonder if they’re the same.”

Edmund didn’t frown as he usually did. He focused his eyes on the stars and the moon once more, glazing them across the velvet black and thinking to himself. Was it the same sky as home? It couldn’t be. They were different worlds.

“I don’t think so,” he said in response to those thoughts, before noticing your lack of reply and wondering if perhaps that had been the wrong answer. “But it could be,” he righted himself, patting your stomach.

It was difficult sometimes to figure out the right answer when it concerned you. Of course it wasn’t always okay to simply say what you wanted to hear just to appease you, but in times like these, when you were thrust with your twin sister, older brother, and crazy cousin into a world you couldn’t quite remember, apart from the two siblings who had always protected you with their lives and from the lion he knew you couldn’t imagine being safe without, he tried to make it as easy as possible for you. You weren’t like Lucy. You shared many similarities, of course, but the differences surprisingly outweighed them.

You were quiet for a moment longer before you sighed. “Do you think Susan and Peter are looking at the stars now?”

Peter had used to tell you of the stars, and of how, whenever you were apart, if you ever felt alone, all you had to do was look to the sky, and imagine him doing the same, wherever he was, and that sense of loneliness would fade somewhat.

Obviously, that loneliness was eased by Edmund behind you, and Lucy in bed in your shared cabin, but you’d always been one for keeping your siblings close and together. That was just you.

“Maybe,” your brother told you. “Don’t worry about them. They can look after themselves well enough.”

You huffed a laugh. “Susan, yes.”

Edmund smiled. “Alright,” he agreed, “but Peter tries.” He tipped his head as the cabin door opened and Caspian walked out. He noticed the two of you there and rose an eyebrow, perching his hands on his hips.

“Comfortable?” he asked, and you shrugged.

“Edmund’s comfortable.”

Edmund hummed. “These potato sacks aren’t so much.”

Caspian chuckled, turning to jerk his head in the direction of the ship’s stern. “Do you want to come and steer the ship with me?” He directed the question at you, and you didn’t hesitate before nodding and heaving yourself up, letting your brother ruffle your hair as he watched Caspian pull you fondly against his side and start up a conversation about one thing or another. The Prince was good at that. Distracting you. He’d known you’d needed it.

He settled back against his blankets and sacks, wincing when something dug into his back, and shut his eyes. The sound of the sea lapping against the side of the ship filled his ears again, and he found himself drifting off once more.

Narnia Masterpost

December Writing Challenge Masterpost

155 notes · View notes

swordofpevensie · 3 years

Text

What do Narnians buy for your birthday?

• Caspian: A perfume. He spent weeks to find the perfect scent. But he finally found one perfume with a glass bottle with a top shaped like a silver rose and smells like rose. And when you put on the perfume, he kissed your neck and he was in awe of your scent and simply, you.

• Eustace: An antique painting. He saw it while he was walking home on a showcase of an antique shop. The painting was a scenery of a ship that sailed. He thought you'd like it because he knew you liked summertime and sea.

• Jill: A photo album of your pictures together. Jill loved taking photos of the places you go. And she put all those pictures into a album with a beautiful faux leather cover. She didn't forget to write a not saying “Happy birthday Y/N. I'm so happy that you are in my life. I know everything would be so boring and ordinary without you. I love you so much!”

• Digory: A ring that he made from his a spoon of grandmother's silverware. He saw the spoon that had a olive branch on its handle and he thought he could make a ring from that. The ring was so beautiful and elegant and you always wore it.

• Polly: An antique globe she saw on a bookstore. Actually it wasn't on sale but she explained that your birthday was soon and it would make you happy, then the owner decided to sell it to Polly. You put it in your room and you absolutely loved it.

hii loves! i hope you like it. please tell me what you think ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

here is my masterlist.

love, andrea. ♡

#narnia #narnia fanfiction #narnia fic #narnia imagine #the chronicles of narnia #prince caspian movie #prince caspian x reader #prince caspian imagine #prince caspian fic #caspian imagine #caspian x reader #prince caspian #polly plummer #digory kirke #eustace scrubb #jill pole

75 notes · View notes

changing-constantly · 4 years

Text

Hey y’all so since we’re all in quarantine (if you’re able to and are not, PLEASE DO) I was thinking maybe I’d try writing again?? I haven’t written anything in a hot second but if anyone has an ideas for Narnia fanfics please send them in and I will try to do something with them! Thank you so much :)

#narnia #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #peter pevensie x reader #x reader #prince caspian #lion witch wardrobe #voyage of the dawn treader #eustace scrubb #aslan #pevensies #pevensie siblings #cair paravel

42 notes · View notes

fictional-guns · 5 years

Text

When you are not human being - Narnia Preferences

Edmund: You was a Banshee...or how you like to call it an undead fairy of death. The most of the people of Narnia feard you, even the loyal guards are trembling when you walk around the castle. That was the reason why you often just stayed in one room. Now you stand on the balcony of the library. "Hey, (Y/N). Why are you hiding here?" Edmund asks when he find you. You sighted and turned around. "I am tired of their fear of me." you respond. Edmund wasn't afraid of you, he knows you and he trusts you. So he stepped closer and took your hand in his. "Listen, I know it is hard for you, but some day you become my queen. They will accept you, just show them how you are." he advised lovely. "I am not good to bring people to like me." you said a bit helpless. "That was not what I meant, you shouldn't bring them to like you, when they see what a great personality is behind they can't resist to like you." Ed explained with a grin. "Oh come on, this sounded a way too corny." but you laughed about it and just hugged him for being there for you.

Peter: You walked up and down in your room, you was just nervous because the full moon is this night. Peter couldn't help and stopped you:"(Y/N) please stop, there is no need to be nervous." he meant and stroked your arm where he grabbed you gently. "Yeah you aren't the one who transform into a hairy beast. And it is the first time that you want to be with me in this moment, this is unusal for me." you explained maybe a bit hysteric. Peter took a moment and just looked into your eyes but then he said:"Wait...are you afraid...of me?" And he was right. You was so in worry that he wouldn't like you after this. "I-I am. You never saw it, what is when you don't like me after this, or you disgust me." you was nearly about too cry. "Oh no, I know you are a werewolf. I love you with all my heart and every part of you, and the werewolf part of you is important too for me. I just want to be with you in the time because I want to understand it completly." he explained. He stroked your cheek and smiled. You took his hand and before you kissed him you meant:"Glad that I am drinking the potion now, so it is not dangerous for you."

Caspian : It was the time when Caspian started his reign and and wanted to make peace with the calormes. But this was a away more difficult than he thought. "We should bring them this document, when they accept fine, when not maybe we should prepare for war."he meant. "I do." you said in a dry tune. Caspian looked up at you. "No, I don't want you to go." he meant in a strict tune. "Why not? I am an dark elf, those calormes couldn't kill me even when they want." was your opinion. "I said no. Only because you are an dark elf this doesn't mean that you could do every dangerous task. This is my last word." he told you and went out of the room. You went to look after him and could catch him. "Cas." you said soft. "Like I said I don't want you to go." I meant again. "I love you too much...than to take this risk that you could die. I know you are not a human but even you are not unbreakable." Caspian began to explain in low voice and laid a hand against your head. "I just want to help you, I have the power of many abillities that humans don't have, maybe we should use it." you told him. His forehead laid against yours. "Not even in the worst times, I will risk your life." he whispered and kissed you lovely.

Eustace: (just imagine him older in this book) All of you were in the giants town. Jill read what probably could happen to you four. "Just when they try to touch one of you, they have to fight against a demon." you said dangerous and your eyes always watchful. "(Y/N), calm down, we will find a solution so that we don't have to fight." Eustace meant to you. "Fighting is the only thing I can do good. I will protect you, so I should use it." you respond. You never got used to get comfort of people, and it was difficult to handle that. "You are not just good at fighting." he spoke. You looked to him confused. "You are good in words. Good in doing jokes and finding shelters." he told you in a very proud tune. You was surprised and couldn't get any words out. "Eh yeah this thing with I am good with words you can take out, I am speechless." you meant insecure. Eustace came over and sat next to you. "Believe me, I never thought that I could ever like a demon that much, so I fully understand this." he grinned and hold your hand.

Rillian: You just waited, in the pond on a stone, that Rillian came. He visited you every day when the sun was going down. "Hey there, did you see the most beautiful nymph here?" he joked when he saw you. "Hmm maybe she is waiting all day long." you respond with a chuchkle. "Didn't in the mood to swim to me?" he asks because you didn't move from your stone where you sat. "Oh I am in the mood to swim, but why you don't come into to water?" you suggested and looked at him. "How you wish, love." he said with a smile and jumped into the big pond. So you jumped too and under water your grabbed his face to kiss him. But you noticed that he needed air and so you both came up. "Sorry, sometimes I just forget you are a human." you apologied. And your arms laid around his neck, you felt how his legs touched your tail sometimes. "Sometimes I wish you could have legs, (Y/N). Then we would being more together." he meant a bit sad. "I don't know if legs would fit me." you said. "What is when we would have the possibility to make something so you can have both?" he asked. "I think this would be great." you respond smiling. "Then this is my new task, to find something." he smiled and kissed you before he splashed water into your face.

87 notes · View notes