YES YOU CAN BETCH YES YOU CAN I LOVE YOU💕💕💕
Also for @schese who sent me an adorable message🥰
Oooh, shes jelous👀👀
Susan Pevensie x Fem! Reader
Warnings- jelousy and plush rug fluff
Genre- Fluff Fluff Fluff
A/n- so I’m keeping with the theme of reader being a knight, basically same as the last fic, but set before the last susan fic so they’re relationship is still a secret. Also it’s set in Susan’s POV
Susan rarely had days where she could rest and sit without having to rush somewhere and do something, but when she did, she expected to spend it with you.
Like today, all she wanted to do was spend the day cuddling with you and hearing your voice, but no. Instead, you’ve spent the entire day sparring with her brothers.
You, being one of the head guards in the palace, had to train a lot and constantly keep the vigilance of a knight, Susan understood that. She also understood that you had a great relationship with her brothers, and she loved that, she really did.
Your rather close with Edmund, both of you being sharp of tounge and keen of mind, and you too spent a lot of time hanging out. Basically, he was your best friend, but neither of you would ever admit that. Seeing you spar with Edmund on the field or daring him to a duel in the courtyard wasn’t uncommon, it happens at least twice a week, and honestly it warmed Susan’s heart to know you were able to break through Edmunds shell and be there for him.
Peter, on the other hand, was a different story…
Seeing you spar with Peter, close and touching you in ways that Susan wanted reserved for her, made her want to grab you and run away. Again, she knew you were close with all her siblings.
You helped Lucy with her schoolwork and sat with her in the library when needed, you and Edmund were always bickering, making bets and dares, basically sibling arguments, and you were friends with Peter, like the others. But Peter is flirty, and Susan did not like that.
You stood Infront of Edmund and Peter as they sat on a bench, all three of you chugging down water as fast as you could to somehow calm the heat.
Gulping down your water you took a quick break to breath and tease Edmund a bit, your favorite pastime
other than giving Susan hickeys￼
“Your reactions are a bit slow today Ed” you comment with a smirk as he rolls his eyes and Peter stifles a laugh
“No” he starts his rebuttal “your just freakishly fast”
Laughing lightly you accept the jest and start to grab your gear as Edmund begins to walk back to the courtyard in claims of ‘reviving his pride’
Before you get too far however you feel a hand grab your wrist, effectively spinning you around to come face to face with the one and only Peter
“You know” his signature smirk adorning his lips and you know this won’t be good “I can think of much better ways to get our daily exercise”
You feel yourself cringe a bit at his words
“Your humor never ends king Peter” you call over your shoulder as you release from his grip and continue your walk to Edmund
You hear him mutter “high king Peter” under his breath which only makes you laugh throwing back your head
As Susan watches from further off she feels her stomachs erupt in butterflies at the sight of you. The sound of your melodic laugh and your hair moved with with wind. How your eyes squeeze shut when you laugh and your perfect lips form that perfect smile. The sun reflecting off your amour making you look absolutely breathtaking.
You were ethereal.
Susan’s snapped from her trance at the sound of Peters murmer and suddenly remebers her mission.
Before you can reach Edmund your suddenly pulled towards the castle, again, by Susan who throws some exuse to Edmund and Peter about “needing your help”
Your not even 10 steps into the palace before your thrown into an empty room and pushed against the wall, Susan’s lips claiming yours.
Of course, you know what this is about, but you couldn’t be bothered with that right now. You snake your arms around her neck while hers stay firmly planted on your hips pulling you flush against her and making her point clear
You are hers.
You don’t even fight for dominance like normal, you simply let her take control and allow her dominance. As her lips bruisingly attack hers and her tongue roams your mouth like it’s the first time, your hands card in her locks.
You finally part for air as both your lungs are burning from deprivation, but neither of you move apart, still chest to chest and forehead to forehead.
Staring in her lust blown eyes you giggle a bit before kissing the tip of her nose. She wines and lets her head fall to your shoulder in embarrassment as you laugh and caress her head, carding your fingers through her hair as her hands gently scratch your back.
“I hate him” she gently murmurs in your shoulder
“Hes your brother” you coo
“Fine” she sighs lifting her head from your shoulder to look back in your eyes, oh how she loved them. If she could only hold you, staring into your eyes and inhaling your intoxicating scent forevermore she’d live a perfect life “I dislike him”
You both laugh before you set your forehead on hers once again
“I’m yours and you are mine” you state closing your eyes while Susan’s stay locked on you “nothing can or will change that” the confidence in your voice makes Susan’s chest swell
“Nothing, nobody, never”
You both giggle before you cup her jaw and bring her in for a short but passionate kiss.
“Come on” She grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers, and pulls you out of the empty room
“We’re going to spend the rest of my free day cuddling” she affirms
“And kisses?” You question stoping and raising an eyebrow
“And kisses” she assures giving you a quick peck before starting for her room again
You smile, tightening your hold on her hand letting her drag you anywhere she so pleases
You would let her take you anywhere in the world. The nicest white sand beaches or the filthiest alleyways, as long as she was by your side it was fine. And as cheesy as that sounds, it’s true.
“You know” you begin gaining Susan’s attention as she continues walking “sometimes I really think you don’t know the meaning of the world gay”
Susan continues walking for a second before she processes the statement turning around and smacking your shoulder as you laugh.
Yeah, this was good.