#EdmundPevensie

[elykrindon]

"Then it really must be Cair Paravel. There were sixteen [steps to the treasure chamber]."

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In celebration of Narnia's 73rd Publication Anniversary, here are the the next 3 of my 63 Narnia fan artworks

[checoleclerc]

Mark Wells as Edmund Pevensie requested by anonymous. THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE, dir. Andrew Adamson

[comfycozybubblingbrook]

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀: 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌

#𝟐: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐙 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑

(Picture above is art by us. It is of Princess Vivianne of Levefre.)

PETER'S POV:

I should have been watching the whole room. As High King, I was supposed to assess everything. Every alliance, every gesture, every whisper, everything that's in here.

But I wasn't. I was watching her.

The girl in sapphire.

No, the woman in sapphire.

Her movement didn't beg for attention like the others, it commanded it. Each step was intentional, as if the music obeyed her. Her veil shimmered, but she never used it to hide, only to hint.

But it was her eyes... those hazel, defiant eyes... those struck me hardest.

She looked like she didn't want to be admired. She looked like she wanted to challenge me. And I couldn't look away.

"That's my friend, remember? Princess Vivianne," Susan murmured beside me, almost reading my thoughts. "Vivianne the Valorous. Daughter of Levefre's crown."

Levefre. Of course.

The gemstone kingdom. Rich. Poweful. And... cold. Cair Paravel and Levefre had always been polite allies of Narnia, but tension always hummed beneath our treaties like a sword under silk.

"She's dangerous," Susan added softly, sipping her wine. "Smart. Unbending. And a little famous for turning down five noble suitors before the age of eighteen."

Dangerous. Unbending.

I almost smiled. That made two of us.

As the music swelled, Her movements shifted. Gone was the soft grace of the beginning. She spun sharp now, precise, like every step was a warning to anyone watching too closely. It's a ritual she didn't perform for us, but despite us. She didn't float like a dancer trained for court. No, she strode through the rhythm.

Her hands painted through the air, but they weren't delicate. They were measured. Like even the music had to earn the right to touch her. And yet, it felt like every motion was aimed directly at me.

She knew I was watching. No, she wanted me to. Not to impress, But to test. She wasn't here to be chosen. She was here to choose.

I leaned forward slightly in my seat. She danced like she owed nothing to anyone. She looked at me like she saw me straight through the mask I wore. I found my fingers curling on the armrest of the throne-like chair. This wasn't an allure. This was a message.

And in that moment, I knew one thing for certain:

This isn't a woman I could charm. This isn't someone I could win with a smile and titles.

This is a warrior in disguise.

My crown suddenly felt heavier.

"She's looking at you," Edmund murmured beside me, voice low.

"She's assessing me," I replied quietly, unable to pull my eyes away.

Susan gave a faint hum. "I think she's judging you."

"Let her..." I said, and I meant it.

She didn't want a prince or king to chase her. She wanted an equal to meet her halfway.

The music began to slow, a final dance before it will end. The veiled princesses moved in synchrony, their silhouettes melting into the flicker of candlelight like folding in at dusk. Each one poses in different ways, skirts fanned out, veils catching the soft moonlight in a shimmer ot quiet glory.

But my eyes could only focus to one. It was her, always her. Vivianne's sapphire dress glinted like starlight on a deep dark sea. The room held its breath.

Then she turned her face toward the audience, toward me. Not fully. Just enough for her hazel eyes to meet my blue ones across the expanse of marble and gold.

Applause erupted. Loudly. Cheers and laughters around.

But I barely heard it. Because in that look, there was no invitation. No flirtation. Just a challenge.

Even as the applause rose, I found myself scanning the room again. Foolish act of maybe... looking for her? But there was something about her performance, it didn't feel like a romantic at all, like it had been a challenge meant only for me.

I stood up and started to walk away... when a voice stop me.

"High King Peter," said by Lady Veraline.

"You look as though you've seen a ghost. Or perhaps... an angel?"

I turned and saw Veraline, her veil glinting as she tilted her head.

I offered a polite nod. "Lady Veraline. I trust you enjoyed the dance?"

"Oh, absolutely," she said, taking a slow sip from her glass. "It seems like you favored someone, High King."

I gave a tight smile. "Some performances are... harder to ignore than others."

She turned her head to the crowd while fixing her veil seductively. "Princess Vivianne. Quite the favorite tonight. Though I imagine she didn't mean to be."

I look at her in surprise. "You know her?"

"I heard of her," she said replied. "We happen to see one another, just don't know each other. She doesn't make friends easily. Doesn't believe in pleasantries."

"She seemed... Different." I said fixing my masks

She chuckled, "She is. Headstrong. Stubborn. Brilliant, though she'd never admit it. And if she is dancing for someone tonight, it's not for romance."

I looked at her. "No?"

She stepped closer, maybe a bit too close. "Her highness doesn't believe in fairy tales. She believes in victory. That dance? That was a sword wrapped in silk. A warning."

"A warning to whom?" | asked

"To anyone who thinks she can be won," Veraline said, eyes sharp beneath the mask "Especially kings."

There it was. That urge of strong power hidden in petals. I offered a measured smile.

"Well," I said, voice low, "I never said I wanted to win her."

She smirked. "Didn't you?"

I was stunned... didn't I? I questioned my thoughts.

"Enjoy your evening, Your Majesty. Do not despair, there are many more eligible women here." she said smoothly. "Careful, High King. Levefre may trade in gemstones, but their princess is pure fire."

She gave a polite bow saying, "Excuse me, I must go and find my twin sister." Before leaving me there with my thoughts.

3rd Person POV:

Vivianne swayed lightly to the music as various guests greeted her. She returned their pleasantries with a faint smile. As she turned with the rhythm, her gaze caught a particular guest clad in green. He was speaking rather seriously, though the men around him laughed heartily.

A boy with a neat bob of brown hair shifted uncomfortably, his warm brown eyes narrowing as he spoke. His cheeks were flushed a soft, rosy red, clear embarrassment. His pink lips pressed into a slight frown, standing out against his pale face. Compared to the broad-shouldered men surrounding him, he looked noticeably lanky and small. Rectangular glasses perched steadily on his nose, catching the light with each subtle movement of his head.

Curious, Vivianne subtly approached them, eager to know what they were discussing.

CLEM'S POV:

I sighed as the men I was supposed to consult regarding the new cannons His Majesty had commissioned burst into laughter. The stench of booze clung to them like a second skin. One of them, his mouth twisted into a sneer, said, "Well, I suppose His Majesty is a bit late. We've already made plans to trade our materials with another kingdom."

Another chimed in, "A better kingdom at that!" He let out a guttural laugh.

I clenched my fists. Of course. The Telmarines. Our sworn enemies. Who else could it be?

As their obnoxious laughter echoed in my ears, my gaze drifted-and caught on a breathtaking figure in sapphire blue. Even with a veil, her beauty was undeniable. She looked like royalty... perhaps even a princess. I quickly looked away, disappointed in myself for being so easily distracted. I serve His Majesty. I am his loyal subject. I cannot afford to lose focus now.

VIVIANNE'S POV:

I caught bits of their conversation.

The boy's from Sylvarren? I recalled my father mentioning them once during one of his many lectures.

As I swayed gently with the music, I accidentally bumped into a tall man who reeked of alcohol. I scrunched my nose at the stench. He looked at me with an unsettling grin, licked his chapped lips, and said, "Would you care to dance, my lady?" His voice was slow and slimy, sending chills down my spine.

I narrowed my eyes. "Oh no, I'm quite sorry, but I'm feeling unwell," I said, feigning a sickly expression.

Unfortunately, the fool didn't take the hint. "Well, how about we go out back? I have a few remedies with me," he said, stepping closer.

I was just about to kick him where it counts when he grabbed my hand. Before I could react further, a voice cut through the tension.

"Excuse me, lad, but the lady is with me."

It was the boy from earlier, the one with the brown hair and glasses. He was trying his best to maintain his composure, though I could tell he was seething.

PETER'S POV:

I was chatting with my siblings, but my thoughts were elsewhere, entirely preoccupied with the lady in sapphire blue. Her face had etched itself into my mind.

"Earth to Peter Pevensie, hellooo?" Lucy waved a hand in front of my face.

I blinked and turned to her. "Yes?"

She smiled knowingly. "You've been quiet ever since you've been staring at that beautiful lady. Don't tell me you're smitten?"

I cleared my throat. "Mind your own business, Lucy."

She giggled. My siblings thrived off my suffering.

Susan asked, "So... what do you make of Vivi? Aside from her otherworldly looks?"

How could I describe her? She was stunning, of course, but it wasn't just her appearance. Her presence was refreshing, like cool spring air. Even thinking about her made my heart race.

"Everything," I said without thinking, before sputtering, "I-I mean, she's quite a looker, and very pleasant to be around."

Edmund hummed, "You and your lies, Peter. Just admit you're in love."

Lucy joined in, dramatically falling to the ground. "Oh my sweet, when will I see you again?"

Edmund followed up with mock tragedy. "Soon, when the first drop of rain falls, my darling."

They both burst into laughter.

"Shut it, you two," I muttered, walking away as Susan tried, unsuccessfully, to scold them.

I scanned the crowd and caught sight of a sapphire veil. My heart leapt. It was her.

But my path was blocked by a noble who looked like he'd downed several crates of wine. He was speaking to her, far too closely. From where I stood, she looked uncomfortable.

Then he grabbed her hand.

My blood boiled. I shoved my way through the crowd, not bothering to apologize, only to halt when the boy from Sylvarren stepped in. He gently took her hand, spoke something to the man, and led her away to dance with a sheepish smile.

I silently thanked him. Still, I couldn't help the bitter taste of jealousy rising in my throat.

I glanced once more at the drunkard, my jaw tightening, and without a word, I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to a secluded area.

3rd person POV:

Clem and Vivianne stood at the dance floor before slowly swaying to the beat of the music. Concern shadowed his face.

"Are you alright? He didn't do anything else to you, did he?" he asked, his voice low but tight with worry. "Men like him always think they can get what they want...It's disgusting."

He muttered more under his breath until Vivianne interrupted, smiling warmly.

"Thank you—for what you did. If you hadn't stepped in, that man would've ended up on the floor covered in bruises." She added with a wink, "I may not look strong, but looks can be deceiving, don't you think?"

Clem looked at her with wonder. "Are you from Levefre?"

Vivianne blinked, slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"Wait... if you are, then you're—You're Highness!" he stammered, quickly bowing his head.

Vivianne stood awkwardly, then said, "There's no need for that. You may call me Vivianne."

Clem raised his head slowly, looking a bit flustered. "Ah... alright, Vivianne." He straightened his posture. "It's an honor to meet you. My name is Clem. I serve His Majesty of Sylvarren."

After introductions, the two began to talk

—lightly at first, then more comfortably— until a commanding voice interrupted.

"May I have this dance, my lady?"

It was Peter.

Vivianne turned in recognition, then glanced at Clem, who offered her a small, reassuring smile and waved his hand dismissively.

She returned his smile with a faint apology and placed her hand in Peter's.

VIVIANNE'S POV:

I danced with Lord Clem, my skirt and veil swaying with the soft tune of the music. My hands placed lightly on his shoulder while his are on my waist, we dance together just like the others in the ballroom, I can feel their eyes on me and I don't give a damn. I'm here for duty.

I spun around and walked, my feet leaving the dance floor, the music turned into a romantic theme. I talked with Clems a little bit when suddenly, someone interrupted us.

It was him, the young king. The High King Peter of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel, and The Emperor of Lone Islands.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" he asked, holding out his hand for me to take.

I look at Lord Clems, he gently wave his hands dismissively before leaving.

I turned to him, High King of Narnia. Dressed in midnight blue, crownlight catching in his golden hair like the sun itself bowed to him - his hand extended, palm open. I placed my warm hands in his as he guide me back to the the dance floor.

"Was stealing the spotlight not enough? Now you're stealing dances too?" I said snarkily, placing my hands on his shoulders.

Peter grinned, completely unbothered. "I thought l'd give your poor dance partner a break. He looked seconds away from fainting."

The waltz had begun, and already I could feel that maddening sense of pride radiating from him. Peter Pevensie, the golden boy king. Tall, proud, with a smile that knew it could disarm nations. Of course he would cut in. Of course he'd do it in front of everyone.

"Still charming your way through every kingdom, I see" I murmured, eyes fixed just above his shoulder as we danced.

Peter's lips twitched. "And here I thought Levefre raised its daughters to be kind."

"Oh, we are. Just not to boys with crowns too big for their heads." I answered.

"Is that flattery? I haven't even insulted your kingdom yet." He teased, twirling me easily.

I looked up at him, eyebrow raised. "Careful, High King. You're sounding dangerously close to charmed."

His smile curled at the edges. "Careful, Princess. You're sounding dangerously close to being flattered."

I caught the way his gaze flickered, not toward me, but to the edges of the ballroom. To the nobles lined along the marble pillars, their stares like daggers and whispers barely veiled. His jaw tightened, only slightly.

He was watching them watch us.

We slowed, our steps coming to a still. His hand remained at my waist just a moment too long, as though he wasn't quite ready to let go, and maybe I wasn't either.

Peter looked at me then, and for the first time tonight, it wasn't teasing. His gaze held mine, clear and unflinching, like he was trying to memorize something he'd never admit aloud.

I didn't speak. Neither did he.

He bowed.

I curtsied.

"I hope you're not too insecure," I said, smirking.

He blinked, refocusing on me. "What would I be insecure about?"

"I don't know... too many to list" I twirled under his arm with ease, my fingers slipping against his palm.

The final notes of the waltz lingered like a sigh, fading into the high ceilings and golden arches above. Applause murmured around us, but I barely heard it. Too fixated on the boy infront of me.

[monbear38]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 {Prince Caspian} (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/392491966-%F0%9D%93%A3%F0%9D%93%B1%F0%9D%93%AE-%F0%9D%93%91%F0%9D%93%B5%F0%9D%93%BE%F0%9D%93%AE-prince-caspian?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Monique1638 ⋆˙⟡♡I would follow you anywhere♡⟡˙⋆ ~ In which Freya Pevensie returns to Narnia and finds more than she could of expected. {Narnia: Prince Caspian} {Book 1}

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[theheraldsrest]

I didn't realize it had gone through as a submission my bad 😂

Inquisition LIs reaction to hearing their Inquisitor through a door saying things like "you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, you are a gift from the Maker, I love you, I'd die for you, etc.", thinking they're with someone else and running in, just to find out the Inq. is talking to a baby nug/Mabari pup they snuck into Skyhold?

“Romanced Companions reacting to Secret Baby Nug/Mabari Pup”

Here you go and thank you again, @queer-edmundpevensie for the ask! Also, more jokes!

When the Inquisitor asked Bull if he had a spare plug they could use, he said “Sorry, I don’t have any Chargers.” (Maybe a little sorry)

-Lord Lex

Cullen

”I- Honestly, I can’t even blame you for your choice of words. He is handsome.”

-Was split between being upset and feeling remorse. If indeed you had found someone else, you would most definitely deserve someone better than him but you could have at least told him. Pleasantly surprised to find the nug/mabari. Maker forbid if it’s a mabari because he will dote on that thing, saying how your “true love” is a very good boy.

Josephine

“Love, who are you talking to-? Oh! Aren’t they just the sweetest!”

-Didn’t doubt you for a second. She knows that if there was something wrong with you two, you’d tell her. Also, your wording was a little strange for if you were talking to someone else. Suggests on getting it a collar. You actually might be the jealous one when you find her cuddling it more than you.

Solas

“...”

-What was he expecting? Not this. But he has full fate in you to know you wouldn’t go behind his back if your feelings had changed. Honestly a little jealous of the mabari/nug. It’s actually kinda cute- wait, how did you even get it into Skyhold? Oh well. He’ll also tell you about how, in old tales, different animals used to run through Skyhold so having it here just makes sense.

If they go missing, it’s because they started following Solas around. No, he doesn’t know why.

Cassandra

“Inquisitor, I-!...How did you manage to get that here?”

-Yes, she was a little irked that you might be with someone behind her back. And yes, she does feel horrible that she’d assume the worst. She’ll admit what she was thinking was going on and apologize. Cassandra, to most people’s surprise, is a big softie when it comes to animals so her confusion and irritation is put on hold when your chosen creature looks at her with them big ol’ eyes.

The Iron Bull

“Well, Varric owes me money.”

-He knew from the beginning that you snuck it in. But hearing you talk in such a way to it did make him pause. If you two are only fooling around right now, he doesn’t mind and doesn’t care who you sleep with. Now, if you’re his kadan, might be a different story. But, again, he knew you had the creature somewhere and that certainly sounds like how you’d baby an animal. Lo and behold, he was right and Varric has less pocket gold. Also, if you don’t stop him, he’ll carry the animal around like a baby.

Dorian

“Dearest. Amatus. Love of my life. My chosen partner….What the fuck.”

-One of the only people who puts up with your shit anymore. He’ll be one of the people who is severely split. Yes, you deserve better than him, knowing his history and how he can act sometimes. But also how dare you go behind his back when he has given you his heart? He has to pause to let his heart settle after walking in on you cuddling the thing before he very irritable tells you to watch your wording.

Sera

“Alright, what the fuck! Who are you talking-? Wait, that’s not a person.”

-Fully thought it was someone else and wanted to rain hell on them. So it was a little shocking to see your door kicked open and Sera holding a jar of bees at the ready. If you choose a mabari over a nug, she’ll put the bees away and start petting it, acting like nothing happened. Now, if you choose a nug, she’ll make a disgusted face and back away. Not very fond of nugs, but fond of you.

Blackwall

“I’m gonna admit it, I thought there was someone else in here. Glad to see I was both wrong and right.”

-Same boat as Cullen, he kinda expected you to find someone else by now. Hurt his feelings a bit to know that you might have a secret admirer other than him. Does not find it funny (ok, maybe a little) if you name the beast after him. It’s even more funny to see him try to watch his step around it, especially a nug, as he would not like to step on the creature that has your affection.

[wednesday-fanatic]

Peter and Edmund P.O.V [Not Mine]

[grindewaltz]

"Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia!"

[elykrindon]

"I suppose you're not a talking cat."

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In celebration of Narnia's 73rd Publication Anniversary, here are the the next 3 of my 63 Narnia fan artworks

[checoleclerc]

Random Edmund Pevensie moments: 185/?

[edmundpoe]

edmund is so white mustang by lana del ray coded I don't make the rules

[for-doritos-and-aslan]

Going Riding with Edmund Would Include

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AHEEM sorry it’s been awhile please don’t come for me okie?

Anyways

You and Ed had been working quite a lot and needed a break from your royal duties

Edmund invited you to go on a riding date

Not that kind of riding

Riding horses, and he wanted to take you all around Cair Paravel

He wanted to show you all his favorite places to go to, and let you enjoy the beauty of the area

So, after you were saddled up, you took the rest of the day enjoying the sunshine

And, it was quite beautiful

The perfect day, really

There was so much to see, you couldn't possibly do it in one day

Hills, beautiful, strong trees, and the ocean stretching out to nothingness

Flowers were growing, and the wind was soft and the air was balmy

You stopped for a moment on a hill to have lunch, cuddling under the big branches of the tree

Ed had taken time to prepare this entire lunch for you, and it was quite delicious

He had made sandwiches and packed fruit and cheese, and a small bottle of wine

Edmund gave you soft kisses here and there, and the way he looked at your made your heart want to melt

You wanted to stay in this moment forever, if possible

You spent time guessing cold shapes and relaxing under the sun, letting it warm you from your toes up

You waited there, letting your horses graze, until the sun began to set

The hill gave you a perfect view of the sun over the water- the ocean seemed like it was on fire

It cast orange and pink colors around the sky, and Edmund gave you a huge kiss as it finally slipped below the horizon

But soon, you had to return to the castle

Ed helped you up and onto your horse, and you both raced back to the castle

Whoever lost had to pull a prank on Peter, who had been quite grumpy lately

Your stallion, however, was much faster- leaving Edmund in the dirt and cursing your name

“Have fun with Pete, Ed,” you said with a sly smile

Grumbling, he gave you a quick peck on the forehead before heading off to antagonize Peter.

[xxsomewriterxx]

In The Woods // E. Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader  [ Golden Age ]

In which the witch in the woods isn’t quite what the Just King expected.

[ coming soon ]

[swordofpevensie]

Here are some random thoughts of mine about Pevensies and Golden Age (Part III):

• Queen Lucy peels fruits with her dagger.

• Most of the Queen Susan's dresses have low backs because she doesn't like it when her dresses stop her movements.

• High King Peter breaks so many things in Cair Paravel because he thinks he can fix things without getting help and sometimes it ends up with accidents. One time while he was trying to fix the chandelier, it fell down from the ceiling and there were glasses everywhere in the ballroom. Queen Susan was really mad.

• Queen Lucy and King Edmund are excellent farmers and they grow delicious fruits and vegetables. They have huge garden that only belongs to them and they spend time together there for hours.

• They still visit Mr. and Mrs. Beaver and have dinner with hem. It is now very hard for them to fit in but they still eat with the beavers. They talk for hours, share memories, have fun and laugh. Kings and Queens feel free and childish when they are with the beavers.

• Narnians living in Cair Paravel sometimes see men leaving King Edmund's room.

• And female fairies leaving Queen Susan's room.

• High King Peter trains baby centaurs sometimes. Because he gets on with babies/children very well, baby centaurs love him. He teaches them how to use a sword. When they duel, he tests their limits but always loses on purpose.

• King Edmund is loved by forest fairies. The fairies think King is respectful and so lovely. They offer him their special food, they give him flowers, they teach him their magic. King loves them too. He always listens to them, solves their problems, and protects them.

• No one can dance in the way Queen Lucy does. When she dances, the ground that her bare feet touch glows. It is hard to see what she is doing because sometimes she can dance so fast. But it is impossible not to look at her when she dances. From time to time, her hair colour changes while she is dancing.

• Queen Susan adores baby animals and she spends time with them. When a baby is born, she visits the family and brings so many gifts for the baby.

• Speaking of the gifts, Queen Susan is actually very generous to everyone and is an excellent gift giver. She always find what you exactly need or wish to have.

• All of the water fairies watch when High King Peter swims. Well, the reason is not hard to tell.

• Queen Lucy throws tea parties for satrys. Sometimes her siblings join them too. She herself prepares the food for the parties.

• Kings and Queens eat too much. Their bodies change and grow, therefore they are always hungry. Narnians are surprised while watching them eat. They eat so fast and too much. Their favorite foods are pie and anything that involves potato.

• Queen Susan has natural solutions to every kind of physical problem. You have an acne? Here, take this cream that she's just made. Your skin is dry or oily? Here, she has another cream for that too. There is a wound on your arm that is itchy? Don't worry, Queen is here.

• They exhange their crowns. Queen Lucy mostly takes High King's crown. King Edmund wears Queen Susan's. Queen Susan wears her sister's and High King takes King Edmund's. They like it when people are confused when they see the youngest wearing the biggest crown.

hope you like it! please tell me what you think. ♡

requests are open.

love, andrea. ♡

[snufflesw]

edmund pevensie edit by me

[poetryandjack]

The Speech

1k words - Gay! Edmund Pevensie  x Male! MLM! reader

There was always something different about Edmund Pevensie. The dark haired boy who moved to the city a few years ago. You couldn't say for sure much about his past, but he was very close to his three siblings. You knew him fairly well, you two had chemistry together, but you were much closer to his sister, Lucy. Aside from chemistry, you were in the speech and debate club, which you participated in the speech part of, with Edmund much more into the debate part. You were also part of GSA, but he never came, which was expected.

"Keep up y/n" - yelled Lucy. You two were doing the mile run, and you had slowed your pace. “I hate having to do this!” you yelled back. Lucy laughed and slowed her pace so that you could catch up to her. About two minutes later you finished just a second after her. “Good job you two!” your p.e. coach shouted at you two. 

As you drank from your water bottle, you heard one of your classmates say something about “that english kid’’ You figured they were referencing Peter, the more popular of the two boys, until you heard something else. “I heard he broke up with that girl, the blonde, and she doesn’t know why” which startled you. Edmund had been with that girl for a least a few months now, and it had seemed to be going well. “Oh well” you thought, he’s probably too busy with school or something like that. That's what he always told Lucy whenever you and her tried to hang out with him.

The period ended about 10 minutes later, and you headed to Chemistry. You took your usual spot next to your childhood best friend. “Did you know that Ed broke up with his girlfriend?” you casually asked. “Yeah, half the school knows, and that girl started a rumor that he is gay” they responed while rolling their eyes. This shocked you. A bunch of thoughts ran through your head “That's not true, is it?'' you responded. They were going to say something, but then the bell rang. 

“Good afternoon class, today we will be doing a lab.” your teacher announced, and everyone groaned, including Edmund. You looked at your childhood best friend, and immediately realized they were looking at their crush. They looked back at you and asked “Do you mind y/n if I, um…”, which you responded with ‘Oh yeah go ahead”. They headed over to the table their crush was sitting at. 

The relaxation hit you a moment later, you didn’t have a partener. “Hey” said a voice coming from behind you. You spun around, and realized who it was: Edmund. “Do you need a partner?” he asked in his usual confident tone. You responded relieved “Yes, thank you for coming to my rescue.” You two headed over to grab goggles, then started to heat the solution up.

As the experiment progressed, mixing and measuring solutions, Edmund only spoke when necessary and when talked to, which was incredibly frustrating. “Why did you break up with her?” you asked, and was answered with “Why do you want to know?” in a tone that almost seemed as if he was nervous. Almost immediately, you started to blush, but when you went to respond he cut you off with “We need to finish this lab”. You both finished and cleaned up the lab in silence, and went your separate ways to do the lab conclusion and write-up.

You spent the rest of the day thinking about Edmund, his response, and the rumor. Could he be gay? Maybe it was just a rumor, you kept thinking, but when you thought of the possibility of it being true, you felt weird about it, almost happy.

Lucy texted you after school ended “you want to go to a movie?” You replied with “sure, meet up at your place after speech and debate.” Then something hit you like a bus. Edmund was going to be there, and you were going to practice your informational speech on the Stonewall Riots. What a perfect topic for the current situation. Then you got a text, from Edmund of all people - “do you want to practice at my house?”, which was odd, you two never spent time together outside of school related things or group gatherings that Lucy had invited you to. “Sure” you responded, wondering why.

When you arrived at the Pevensie’s home, you noticed that all the cars were gone. You thought at least Peter and Susan would be home. You also noticed Lucy’s bike was not there. “She’s at play rehearsal of course” you muttered to yourself. You rang the doorbell, and a few seconds later he opened the door. 

 “... and none of the modern LGBTQ+ movements would have been possible without the throwing of a brick, the match of the fire for rights'' you finished strongly. You were hanging out in the living room, and as soon as you ended your speech, Edmund started to give feedback, most of it positive, but a few points to work on. The next thing that came out of his mouth surprised you “I thought it represented how it had benefited people like me well.” Then he paused. “ I mean the community” he stammered out, but you’d already realized what he meant. 

“You are gay.” you said in a shocked tone. “Well I mean that's great! I guess we have more in common than I thought”, but when you met eyes with him you saw the same fear you felt the first time you came out. When he stood up and approached you, you expected a thank you, maybe even a hug, but when he kissed you, you were shocked. He kissed softly, and it lasted a few seconds. He backed off, and seemed to study your reaction. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done th-” but you interrupted him with a kiss. Maybe someone would be joining you tonight for the movie with Lucy.