#I want to write something about the Pevensies

[pevensiegiigi]

4 days ago i saw the lion, the witch and the wardrobe again; i had an idea to write, but i don't know how to carry it out. The ideas are in my head, but i can't transfer them to paper or Word

[always-a-king-or-queen]

C 👏 S 👏 LEWIS 👏 WAS 👏 NOT 👏 MISOGYNISTIC

IM SO SICK OF THIS TAKE

“But he said girls shouldn’t fight in battles—" No, actually. What he said was “Battles are ugly when women fight.” Which literally translates to “in a war where women are required to fight to help win it, it means the war itself is really bad.” And this literally just means that the war has gotten so bad that women have to fight, not that women shouldn’t fight. Just that they shouldn’t be forced to. Anyway, remember Lucy?? Lucy who rode to battle in The Horse and His Boy?? Lucy who fought as an archer?? “But Susan didn’t—" Yeah. Because she didn’t want to. No one was forcing her not to fight. She had free will to fight or to not fight, and she chose not to because she didn’t want to, not because a man made her stay home.

“He punished Susan for growing up—" S i g h. This is the one I see the most often. “He did Susan dirty” “he made her suffer because she liked lipstick” “etc etc blah blah blah” First of all Narnia is a children’s book series. For CS Lewis to delve into why Susan forgot Narnia, talk about her dealing with the death of her entire family, discuss her grief, and write about her eventual return to Narnia (more on that in a second), it would’ve made for a pretty dark and heavy children’s book, and Lewis said that he didn’t think that was something he wanted to write. But he also encouraged people to finish Susan’s story themselves, and said she might eventually make her own way back to Narnia. Not only this, but Susan’s name means lily, and the waters around Aslan’s country are covered in lilies. Coincidence? I think not. I think it symbolizes she was going to go back. (Especially considering I think Lewis was very careful in choosing each of the Pevensie’s names, since they all relate to their character).

Also, Lewis did not condemn Susan simply for growing up and liking makeup and clothing and boys. If so why would he have written about Aravis and Shasta/Cor, or Caspian and Liliandil? Why would he have written about Susan and Lucy being beautiful and having many suitors? So no, he wasn’t condemning her for that, and in fact he wasn’t condemning her at all. It’s extremely probable that her family’s death would have brought Susan back to her senses. Because here’s the thing: she forgot. She threw herself so much into the world and approval and convinced herself that her life as a queen and her acquaintance with Aslan was all a silly game they played as children, that it wasn’t real. But, she very well could remember again, and I 1000% believe she did.

“All his female characters were weak and did nothing—" My friend. Lucy Pevensie was a female. She discovered Narnia. It was because of her. Her siblings would never have found it without her. Lucy is one of THE most important characters in the entire series. And her title? The Valiant. Lucy’s very title as queen denoted her bravery and fortitude without one even knowing her. As for Susan, she was not any weaker for being “The Gentle.” I would say gentleness is honestly one of the strongest traits a person can have, because it takes a lot to live and be gentle. Also remember Aravis? A major character in The Horse and His Boy and future wife of Shasta, Aravis literally nearly killed herself to escape an arranged marriage. She was not someone to be dictated to; she made her own choices and escaped rather than submitting. And in the end, she’s still fiery, just a little more humble and with less of a chip on her shoulder. Then there’s Polly, who is the more logical person in The Magician’s Nephew and tries to stop Digory from ringing the bell that wakes the White Witch. A boy causes her to awaken, not a girl. It was Digory’s fault she woke up, not Polly’s!!

Also, Peter and Edmund do not ignore their sisters because they’re girls. They listen to what they have to say and speak to them as equals. They don’t forbid them from fighting; Susan chooses not to, but Lucy goes straight into the heart of the battle with them! So don’t even say Lewis made his female characters weak. They were the backbone of much of the series and without them much of the plot would never have happened!!

So don’t you ever say to me that CS Lewis was misogynistic because it’s the furthest thing from the truth

[softguarnere]

Something He Can't Have

Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

A/N: Not me falling back into one of my oldest hyperfixations after watching the movies this past week for Christmas 🥴 I honestly don't know what to say for myself, other than that I had fun writing this and it may have single-handedly saved me from my recent writing slump. Anyway, hope y'all like this, byeeee ✨💕 Warnings: none

Lucy lets out a groan that sounds so annoyed that it instantly draws Edmund back into the present moment. “Can I ple-ease say something now?” She asks Susan, who sits to her left at the banquet table.

Susan shushes her, but there’s no malice behind it. In fact, when she does allow a disheartened look to grace her face, she directs it toward Edmund. “No. I suppose we shouldn’t meddle.”

They’ve captured his interest. Which is something that seems nearly impossible, considering that he’s spent so much of this banquet staring at Peter and (Y/N) on the dance floor, watching his older brother enjoy dance after dance with her. And trying hard not to take it too personally when (Y/N) throws back her head to laugh every now and then at something that Peter has said. Usually, she only laughs like that at his jokes, and usually only when they’re alone together.

If Peter is making her come undone, allowing her to feel comfortable outside of the carefully crafted polite and diplomatic persona that (Y/N) has created for herself to use in Cair Paravel’s court, then she’s become relaxed with him. And who knows where that will lead?

“What are you talking about?” For good measure, Edmund tosses one last glance at the dance floor before turning his attention to his sisters.

“That!” Lucy exclaims, gesturing between Edmund and the crowd that swirl on the floor before them. “This!”

Edmund raises an eyebrow. “The ball?”

His younger sister groans, burying her head in her hands. “Oh, I give up!”

“Edmund,” Susan says sternly. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t get involved, but this has gone on long enough.” For a split second, the gentle queen loses her composure, though only ever so slightly. “I mean, for God’s sake! It’s downright painful to watch!”

Still confused, Edmund isn’t sure what to say that will clarify whatever his sisters are talking about without further upsetting them. Instead, he settles for biting his lip, glancing between his sisters and the dancing, trying to work out their meaning himself.

Susan sighs, turning to Lucy. “He’s either a better actor than we give him credit for, or he’s downright daft.”

“Help me out here,” Edmund says.

“(Y/N)!” Lucy hisses, leaning across Susan so that she can scold her brother without causing too much unwanted attention. “You’ve been following her around all lovesick for ages now, but you haven’t done anything. And now you’re all jealous watching her dance with Peter.”

“Am not!”

Lucy swats his arm. “You’ve been staring at them all night. If you like her so much, then you better do something before you lose her forever!”

In other situations, Susan might chide the youngest Pevensie sibling, telling her that she’s being a bit overdramatic before offering Edmund some sort of good-natured advice. Edmund looks to her expectantly, only to find her brown eyes full of disappointment; she agrees with Lucy.

“We can all agree that you wear green better than any other, Ed,” she says. “But jealousy is not a shade that suits you.”

“Me? Jealous?! Of who?”

But his sisters only fix him with knowing looks. It makes Edmund want to wither away from existence on the spot. He spent most of their lives before Narnia being jealous of Peter. It’s been hard, but it’s something that he’s worked on since they were crowned. He really thought that he had overcome it. Now, though, his sisters’ words, coupled with the funny feeling in his stomach . . . He feels like a man, trapped, full of guilt, and caught in the middle of something very private. Which innocent people with nothing to hide do not feel in situations like these.

I fancy (Y/N), he realizes, admitting it to himself for the first time. It feels demeaning, somehow, to put a label on the feelings that he’s been harboring in secret for so long. And I’m jealous because she likes Peter more than me, says the next one, which makes him feel even worse.

A warm hand takes hold of his and squeezes. For all the annoyance that Lucy has felt toward him in these past few minutes, she offers him nothing but a kind look and encouraging smile. “You have to do something, Ed.”

“I – “ The words clog in his throat, causing him to swallow thickly, trying to find some of the air which has suddenly become very scarce. As you spin by on the dance floor, Edmund can see how you’re smiling at Peter like he hung the moon, and how his older brother beams at you like you created all the stars. Who wouldn’t want to bask in the sun’s warmth like that? And what sort of evil would dare separate two people who appear to be so . . . so in love. “I can’t.”

“You can,” Susan reassures him. “Trust me, Ed.”

Edmund, however, can’t take his eyes off of you. “I can’t ruin that.”

“You won’t,” Susan says. And if Edmund had his wits about him, he would recognize that she says it with the tone of someone who is very sure of herself because she has access to information that no one else has. (She, after all, is your best friend. But facts like that tend to fall by the wayside in moments of intense anxiety such as this.) “Ed, it’ll be fine. Trust me.”

To unstick the words in his throat, Edmund reaches for his goblet and takes a swig of the drink from inside. If he’s really going to do this, he’ll need all the courage he can get, no matter where it comes from.

As the song ends, he pushes back his chair and begins to make his way around the table. Lucy squeals with delight from behind him, and both his sisters offer nods of encouragement and thumbs up when he turns back to them, unsure.

The next thing that he knows, he’s on the dance floor, maneuvering his way through the crowd to reach you –

He catches sight of you just as you excuse yourself from the dance floor. You disappear into the crowd before he can call out to you, though he reaches out a hand, like he might be able to catch you from afar.

“Edmund!” A well-meaning slap on the back announces Peter’s presence. His older brother throws an arm around his shoulders. He radiates heat after all that dancing. “I wondered when you might join us on the dance floor.”

“I’m not. I’m just looking for (Y/N).”

Peter’s smile doesn’t falter, despite the fact that the next words out of his mouth are devastating news. “I believe that she’s retiring for the night.”

“Oh?”

“She said that she needed some air, that she might go to bed.”

As one of Narnia’s kings, Edmund is inclined to stay present for the majority of this banquet. You, being a courtier, are free to go as you please, seeing as there are no diplomatic negotiations, no fates of any nations, resting on your shoulders. If things were different, he would find a way to go after you.

And he’s actually looking for an excuse to do so when Peter says something that makes him stop.

“I wish she would have stayed,” the High King sighs. “We were having such a good time.”

Edmund nods, hands involuntarily clenching into fists at his sides. His voice feels hollow when he replies, “It looked like you were having a good time.”

“I was thinking – “ A laugh cuts Peter off as he shakes his head, looking half embarrassed, half giddy. “I was actually just about to ask her to be my – my girlfriend.” On the last word, something most unusual happens – the High King blushes. Actually blushes! Who would have known that such a thing was possible?

To say that it catches Edmund off guard would be an understatement. He’s never seen Peter so vulnerable . . . so happy. It makes Edmund’s mouth go dry. He and Peter have had their differences throughout their lives, but he can’t just ruin his older brother’s chance at happiness.

“Oh.” Is all that Edmund can think to say. He hesitates for a moment before asking, “What do you think she’ll say?”

Peter laughs, breathlessly, happily. “Well, I’m hoping that she’ll say yes, of course. In fact – “ He glances in the direction that you disappeared in. “ – I would go talk to her now, if not for my responsibilities.”

“Go,” Edmund finds himself saying. He can feel Peter’s look of surprise mirrored on his own face. But if Peter is going to do this, if this is all really happening, he’d honestly rather get it over with. “I’ll cover for you here.”

Now it’s Peter who hesitates. After a moment, his face breaks into a wide smile. He claps Edmund on the shoulder. “You’re a good man, Ed.”

I wish I were better, the Just King thinks as he watches his older brother chase after the girl that they both love.  

From the banquet table, Lucy and Susan are giving him confused looks. Edmund only shrugs, then quietly rejoins them. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t want to explain what’s just happened. He recedes into himself, letting the party whirl by without him.

If only he were paying attention – then he would see the knowing look on Susan’s face.

. . .

It’s late when the banquet ends, and later still when Edmund slips into the library. He’s exhausted, but his mind is racing and won’t let him sleep. You and Peter had disappeared from the banquet hours ago. That’s plenty of time for his brother to have confessed to you and for you to have accepted. Dread fills him at the thought of the two of you happily announcing your new relationship the next morning at breakfast. He’ll have to face the two of you sometime, to muscle through his own pain and begin navigating a world where he has to accept that you’re in love with his older brother. But tonight, he can be amongst his books, which are a comfort.

He's so distracted that he doesn’t immediately notice you sitting by the fireplace, an open book on your lap, but a distracted look on your face as you watch the flames dance before you.

“Oh,” you both exclaim at the same time when you notice each other. The synchronicity makes you both laugh.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he apologizes.

“I didn’t mean to take your hiding spot,” you say in turn. You shut your book, but Edmund holds out a hand to stop you.

“You don’t have to leave on my account.”

You squint, studying him for a second, before nodding and settling back into the cushions behind you. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Carefully, Edmund takes a seat opposite you, gazing into the fire to gather his nerve. He didn’t expect to find you here. Didn’t expect to find you looking so . . . distracted and lonely as you stare into the fire, your book forgotten. He really shouldn’t pry. But you’re his friend, first and foremost, and he doesn’t want that to change. “Is everything alright?”

Delicate fingers pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh, collecting yourself before looking up at him through the firelight.

“Peter asked me to be his girlfriend,” you confess. Though the library is quiet, your voice is dull, hard to hear. You do not look as joyful as he imagined you would when delivering this news.

“Oh,” Edmund offers. He fumbles for words. You look upset, so he can’t congratulate you. But then again, he’s not sure if he should console you.

You stare at him for a moment, studying him just as intently as he’s studying you. “I said no,” you finally explain.

“Oh,” Edmund says again, for lack of anything better to say. “I’m . . . sorry?” Except that he’s really not. He feels quite relieved, if he’s being honest with himself.

Your brows furrow. He’s said the wrong thing, but he’s not sure where he went wrong.

“I said no,” you repeat. “Because I have feelings for someone else.”

Edmund’s heart, only on the mend for a split second, plummets. “Oh. I see.”

“No you don’t,” you scoff. “Edmund, you’re the one I have feelings for! Have you really not noticed by now?”

The words echo through the still library. They hang between you for a moment. A glorious, albeit confusing, moment where Edmund can do nothing but stare at you, unsure if he’s heard you correctly. Narnia is a magical place, but there’s no way that you could have said the very thing that he would do anything to hear.

“You do?” His voice comes so quietly that when you don’t immediately reply, he worries that maybe he hasn’t spoken at all.

“Yes. And for quite some time, I might add.”

“But – “ Images of the night swirl in his mind. You had danced with Peter for ages, looking so happy. Everyone likes Peter. They always have. And much, much more than they like Edmund. To say that you have feelings for him . . . “Why?”

You blink, taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“I mean . . . Everyone likes Peter. He always gets what he wants.”

Even in the dim glow of the firelight, he can see your gaze soften.

“Oh, Edmund.” You leave your seat, coming closer to him. He rises, meeting you halfway, so that the two of you are standing together in front of the fire. Gently, you take his hand, intwining your fingers. Your hand is warm in his. You squeeze, and on instinct, he squeezes back. “That’s not true.”

“What’s not?”

“People like you, too. I like you.” Your grip tightens on his hand. “And Peter doesn’t always get what he wants. I know something he can’t have.”

“What’s that?”

A smile tugs at your lips when you gaze up at him and say, “He can’t have this.”

[phsychobanana]

Hi!! I really like your writing 💖💖 and I was wondering if you could write a fic about Peter and his s/o that always bickers with him?

-🪼

Shut her up with a kiss

Summary: When Y/n won't stop arguing with her boyfriend, Peter, he has an idea on how to get her to stop.

Word count: 839

A/n~ Hiiiiii! Thank you, I try my best to write good fics for my followers and random internet geeks! I love this request but I wasn't sure if you meant Parker or Pevensie. I'm assuming Pevensie? Correct me if I'm wrong and I'll make you a new fic! I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind, I genuinely have no idea how a couple would bicker seeing as I've been single since I came out the womb.

"Hey, Ed." Peter nods to Edmund as they pass each other, Edmund on his way to train and Peter on his way to the library.

Edmund nods back to him and continues on his way, but before he can get too far, he remembers something. "Oh! Y/n's looking for you, Peter... Good luck." With that, Edmund runs off to train, his evil giggles filling the halls.

"PETER!!!" Y/n's yell echoes through the halls as she turns the corner, looking for the blonde king. "There you are!" She walks up to him angrily, every step she takes makes Peter feel as though he's shrinking.

"What?" Peter looks at her confused as he tries to hold in any fear he feels at the angry look in Y/n's eyes.

"What? Did you just say what?" Her skin grows hot as her annoyance rises. "You ate all of my chocolate and you have the nerve to say 'what'?"

"I didn't even eat you chocolate!" Peter tries to defend himself.

"Then who did?!" Y/n pokes at Peter's chest just as Lucy, mouth dirtied with melted chocolate bits, passes behind Y/n. Peter aggressively points his finger to Lucy but Y/n turns too late, Lucy and his freedom gone.

"Don't try to distract me, Pevensie."

Last name basis? It was nice knowing you Peter...

Y/n grabs him by his shirt collar and pushes him against the wall they were next to.

"Why did you eat it?" Y/n asks almost boredly.

"I-I didn't!" Peter struggles to speak clearly, his and Y/n's faces so close that he can't focus properly. His eyes drop to her lips and she notices, a smirk playing on her lips.

"You want a kiss?" She asks and Peter nods immediately and almost too enthusiastically.

Y/n leans in slowly and Peter can feel her breath against his lips. Y/n's lips just barely graze over Peter's before she pulls away with a small laugh. Peter lets out a whine of protest as he tries to find her lips again, the short brush of their lips not enough for him.

"Too bad. If you hadn't eaten my chocolate, I might have considered." Y/n lets go of him and walks off as Peter stares after her, slightly upset.

***

"PETER MOTHERFUCKING PEVENSIE!!!"

"Ah shit, what now?"

"You didn't cuddle me last night! How could you?" Y/n pouts and crosses her arms over her chest.

"That's seriously what this is about? I'm in the middle of a meeting." Peter jesters to all of the fellow "important people" in the room.

Y/n waves to them with an awkward smile and then turns back to Peter. "These old dudes don't care-"

"I'm only 26-"

"Shhhh, no one cares. Anywho, you owe me Pete. I'm not okay with this."

"Yeah, yeah. See you later, alright?"

Y/n nods and walks out of the room, still the slightest bit annoyed with her boyfriend.

***

"I'm boredddd." Y/n whines as she tugs at her boyfriend's sleeve.

"I'm working, I should be the bored one." Peter smiles softly at his girlfriend's antics.

"I'm working nyeh nyeh nyeh." Y/n mumbles under her breath, mocking Peter.

"What was that?" Peter leans his ear closer to her.

"What was that?" Y/n does the same.

"Stop that." Peter rolls his eyes.

"Stop that." Y/n says back, deepening her voice.

"...Peter Pevensie is hot."

"..."

"Oh come on!"

"Oh come on!"

"Stop it, seriously." Peter looks at Y/n sternly.

"You're no fun." Y/n huffs and plops back into her chair.

"I'm very fun. Wanna see how fun I can be?" Peter looks at Y/n with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"No."

"Don't act like that. Come onnnnn." It's Peter's turn to whine and tugs on her arm.

"No. You ate my chocolate, didn't cuddle me, you've been spending more time with those stupid pieces of paper than you have with me, and you aren't entertaining me while I'm bored! Where's the receipt, I'm returning you." Y/n starts rummaging through her pockets as Peter rolls his eyes at her with a fond smile on his face.

"You siriusly want a kiss?" Y/n asks in disbelief.

Peter nods, not having been able to kiss his girlfriend for two weeks because of her attitude lately.

"Well I don't. I'm still sad about my ch-"

"Oh shut up already." Peter says before he smashes his lips on hers.

The kiss is everything that Peter had been longing for as he places his hands on Y/n's waist. Y/n Is quite tense as first, not wanting to kiss him out of stubbornness, but she slowly begins to melt into it when he places his hands on her waist.

The both pull apart for air after a moment, resting their foreheads against each other's.

"I'm sorry if I've upset you lately." Peter says, his lips brushing Y/n's as he speaks.

"It's okay." Y/n says quickly before going in for another kiss.

[celestiamour]

Hello lovely if ur requests are open could you do a Peter pevensie x reader at there wedding? <3

ft. peter pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ being nervous on your wedding day┊0.5k words

setting: the golden age contains: slight angst? established relationship

➤ author's note: sorry if you wanted a gnreader, i didn’t read it properly and jumped the gun >_< it’s also so short because i don’t really know how to write weddings, but i thought this was cute

peter hasn’t trembled like this in years, not since school in england and not since preparing for his first battle. he never needed to tremble ever since becoming king, never second-guessed announcing his executive decisions when he had his hand-chosen board of advisory and his siblings backing him, never unsure about the direction he swung his blade in, never questioned if you were the one he was destined to spend the rest of his life with.

yet his hands still shook as he nervously fidgeted with his buttons. susan reached out to help him out, tilting his chin up to remind him to keep his head held high before helping him fix the little details in his appearance to perfection. edmund chuckled at the sight of his older brother being so anxious, reminding him to chill out and that this was his wedding, not an emergency to discuss peace negotiations— he’s seen him calmer during times of war outbreaks. lucy was helping you prepare, but they wondered if they should call her over to work her magic on him.

it wasn’t the question of whether you would be a good wife and queen, it was if he would be a good husband to you. as high king, he’s an extremely busy man, to the point that he’s shocked he could even find the time to start and develop a relationship. he’s extremely grateful for your patience and understanding when he didn’t have the time to spend with you or he had to cut a date short, but he had no idea if that would change with the marriage. he means, even he would be pissed off if you were barely with him after the sacred sacrament of matrimony, nothing is stopping you from feeling frustrated when he inevitably has to flake on you sometimes because of his royal duties. 

and both of you already had the talk about wanting to start a family, but would he be a good father, or would he be one who was constantly absent and would only show up at the end of the day when they were about to sleep during the most formidable years of their youth?

he’s standing at the altar with his mind racing, barely even listening to the music playing and watching you gracefully walk down the aisle arm in arm with mr tumnus. your dress is a gleaming white with pearls embedded into the fabric, a bouquet of flowers in hand and tangled in your hair, the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. it’s slightly dizzying to experience something that’s been in planning for over a year and has been playing nonstop in his daydreams, but when you finally stand next to him and he lifts the veil to see your familiar face and smile, he feels all of his worries melt away.

the love in your eyes tell him all he needs to know, that you’ll be there by his side through thick and thin, that you knew he would do a good job as a husband and father, and that you weren’t worried about anything at all. he doesn’t find himself anxious for the rest of the ceremony, now filled with optimism and hope for the future, he finally relaxes and fully enjoys one of the best days in his life.

[lokotrona11]

Hiiii

Could I request an Edmund pevensie fanfic in which he and reader are not in an established relationship yet and he gets jeleous about something and they end up together?

I would like it to be extremely angsty if possible

Hello! This is short because it is the first time I write something sad (it ends well) and my first request so I just hope it doesn't disappoint you.

Thanks for requesting, keep doing it 🫶🏻

(remember that English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Pairing : Edmund x Reader

summary :Jealousy brings out the worst in Ed, but it also brings them together.

gender: Angst, sad, fluff, love (?)

Word count : 600-700

AN: I hope you like it and it conveys what I wanted to describe, I was going to write something else and forgot, I'm sorry.

The gif is not mine!

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Edmund liked you and you knew it, you liked him and he also knew it but they didn't go out, because a war doesn't give you that freedom.

Edmund felt his heart jump when he had you close, his soul was happy to see you, his eyes felt trapped in your body and soul.

And you felt the same

But there was a war between you, and you both agreed that it was not the best time to lose your neurons in that feeling.

Big mistake, because today Edmund felt that all his neurons were drowning in the feeling of jealousy, his spirit was burning.

His eyes let out anger when he saw you next to Caspian, his mind became cloudy and he could only think about how he was so stupid to allow you to get close to that traitor.

But Caspian was not a traitor, nor did you turn away from Edmund.

Only Edmund couldn't help but feel betrayed when he saw Caspian whispering in your ear, he couldn't help but feel the blood boil in his veins when he saw you laugh.

But it didn't surprise him, Caspian was a leader, cute, cunning, protective, better. Why didn't you tell him? Why did you tell him you liked him then?

He didn't know that you were feeling sad, because Edmund had ignored you for days.

So when you approached him to talk to him after days without doing so, he felt surprised.

"Hello, Ed" You say arriving at his study.

The king pops his head out of the worksheets and looks at you. "You need something?"

You shift uncomfortably and clear your throat. “Can I talk to you?”

Edmund thinks about it, does he really want to listen to you?

"Yeah."

You approach slowly. "Are things okay between us?"

He raises an eyebrow. "I think so."

"Why are you walking away from me then?"

"Why should I be close?"

You shrug "Why I like you, you know" You say in a whisper. "And I thought you liked me too."

A hoarse laugh left Edmund's lips. "I like you?"

"Why do you use that tone? Of course I like you."

"Then why are you dating Caspian?"

Your eyebrows furrow at the mere suggestion. "I'm not going out with Caspian, I'm waiting for you."

Edmund felt like you were making fun of him. "Wait for me?"

"Ed, of course, wait for the war to end so we can be together in peace."

"But you're with him."

He blurts out bitterly. "You laugh with him, you look for him." He wasn't going to admit it, but a pain settled in his chest. "You call it, they get lost together"

"No! He's just a friend"

"I don't talk to my friends in their ears."

"Edmund, I don't like Caspian, I swear."

"Do not swear in vain." He just wanted to leave the studio, but he wasn't going to leave it like that.

"Every time we fight you leave.." You accuse behind him. "And this time I'm not going to go after... Love, I'm tired, I don't have any more desire left"

Edmund faces you and his anger is born when he hears you but you don't stop."I like you a lot, but I can't go after you this time"

Edmund's jaw creaks. "Please don't lie to me, especially not to my face."

"Are not.."

"There are many differences between what you say and do"

"Do you think I'm with Caspian?"

"Yeah."

Edmund wanted to believe not, he wanted to feel that his lover's heart was his alone, but he was so insecure, why wouldn't he notice anyone before him?

You walk towards him taking his hand.

"Edmund, my love is yours alone, and I will tell you whenever you need it." your eyes soften.

But that didn't seem enough, because Edmund didn't believe it. "Why wouldn't you choose him?"

You put his hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat. "Because I would do?"

"I am not Caspian, born ruler, nor am I even similar to Peter, the king of all..."

"You are Edmund, the righteous one, and that is all I want... I don't want Peter, or Caspian, I want you. Do you understand? You are the one he chose."

"But you're wrong.."

"Well then let me make mistakes, let me choose"

Ed cocked his head. "Safe?"

You nod, smiling at him. "Let me have you, please" He whispers into her lips.

Ed nods, not very aware. "Alright."

You smile and your lips steal a kiss from him.

"You want to be my boyfriend?" Questions.

Raise your eyebrow. "You ask me?"

"That's wrong?"

The king denies and kisses you. "Okay... I want to be your boyfriend."

And this time he was sure that he was not going to let the doubt consume him, he was not going to let you escape, he was not going to let the war separate them.

[rainintheevening]

Professor Digory Kirke is delighted to tutor the Pevensie children for a term, he makes that very clear to their mother.

'Delightful children,' he calls them. 'A pleasure to associate with.' And he means it.

He learns them well in the months following their adventure in the wardrobe.

Peter's handwriting is quick, slanting, rounded, normally legible, unless he is in a true hurry, and then only his siblings can decipher it. His signature is always large and clear, and he does not need to look at the paper as he does it.

He loves history, adventure, languages. He is a delightful debating partner on the merits of battle strategy and treaties, by turns serious and merry. He spends hours with Fiona the driving mare, learns how to harness and hitch and drive, teaches himself to ride her bareback with a few bruises and scrapes. If he is struggling with a Greek translation or looking like he'd rather fling his mathematics text out the window, the Professor learns to send him out for a run or a ride, to give him something vigorous to do with his hands. He likes to sing.

Susan's writing is smooth, graceful, slow loops, thoughtful. She cares about what it looks like, as much as what she's saying, and it is always readable.

She likes beautiful things, has an interest in paintings and art, gravitates to the romantic poets, and frets often about 'getting it right'. She is cautious, not one to attempt something unless she believes she can do it well. She enjoys helping Lucy when her little sister gets stuck on something, and she and Edmund linger over long deliberate games of chess that drive Peter to distraction.

Edmund writes quickly, but carefully, clear lines, a little squared off, as if he is accustomed to fitting what he wants to say into a precise space, and spelling mistakes are rare for him. He crosses his 't's in bold strokes, dots his 'i's with a little flick. He can write with either hand, but the Professor can't tell if it's natural or learned, and Edmund can't remember either.

He is a quick reader, good at memorization, picks up on the unspoken. Sharp eyed, and sharp tongued, but he's careful about it, or at least he tries to be. To him history is a tapestry to be unraveled, science and engineering are mysteries to be solved. He appreciates the precision of mathematics. He is clever, good at disappearing into the woodwork, good at listening, good at finding weakness and exploiting it. He and Peter tell tall tales of what they would do in the many battles they read about, bicker over games of chess, pass their work back and forth for the other's assessment.

Lucy, ah Lucy, she writes in a hurry, choppy, round, smudgey, hand never quite keeping up with her thoughts. She dots her 'i's with a circle, draws little pictures in the edges of her paper.

She learns swiftly, when it comes in story or song, when she can hear the voices of the ancient kings, or feel the tree bark, or taste the desert air. She loves the rhythm of words, memorizes poetry with a kind of hunger. She learns in spurts, reading about nothing but medicinal herbs for a week, and nothing but the wildlife of Africa the next. She sings hymns like a bird, dances with her brothers, gets annoyed by mathematics lessons. She's fascinated by mythology—Greek, Roman, Norse, Briton��and often begs the Professor to read them aloud; she says he has the best voice for it.

"Oh, yes, they are delightful," the Professor assures Mrs. Pevensie, when she comes for Christmas. "Quite extraordinary." And he smiles gently into her worn and worried face, presses her hand. "I have not had this much fun in years."

[nothinggold13]

On Peter and Violence

I think there’s two popular fanon camps regarding Peter Pevensie’s relationship with violence, and though there are certainly plenty of others who, like me, would disagree with both of them, it is those two versions of Peter that I keep seeing pop up again and again.

The first is that of the powerful, raging, warrior king: the version of Peter that speaks more to his mythologized persona within the books than the Peter we actually witness and interact with inside the narrative. His temper is hot, and his sword is fast, and his legacy is soaked in blood. It’s this Peter that lends itself so readily to the (equally fanon) idea that Edmund is the more diplomatic of the two.

The second is that of the pacifist. This idea of Peter is opposed to violence, and only fights under great duress, or because he has been given no other choice; it’s the version of his character that people have snatched from a deleted scene in the “Prince Caspian” film in which he claims he is “thinking about a career in medicine,” and in doing so, distances himself from the war back home. (Although, I would also blame the PC film for the angry, impulsive version of Peter who dominates too much of the fandom; that movie’s interpretation of him is a tragedy.)

Now, of the two, I would prefer the second. It’s at least marginally truer to the boy who “didn’t feel very brave” but did his duty in “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe,” and I appreciate that. However, I also have a personal vendetta against the extreme version of this viewpoint which prioritizes Peter’s peaceful nature over his dutiful courage, and this is why I’m writing out what I believe are the nuances of his character that sometimes get overlooked in favour of idolizing either his strength or his softness.

There is a statement in my mind to describe him that I avoid using, because I know it requires more context than I usually want to give, but here and now, we’ll call it my thesis: Peter prefers problems he can hit.

I don’t think Peter is a violent character. Genuinely, I don’t. And so I imagine those two statements seem pretty contradictory, because how can he not be violent, if violence is also the ideal solution to his problems?

Well, here’s the thing: Peter’s growing up in a war. Heck, he’s growing up in two.

He’s thirteen in the first book, and World War II is breaking out above him, and, more than that, there is nothing he can do about it. What could he do? He’s a kid.

And then, suddenly, he’s in a new world. They tell him he’s meant to be there. They give him a sword, and he takes it silently. They tell him he will be king.

We see him in his fight with the wolf: “Peter did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do.” We are told there that violence is not something he takes to lightly; it is a matter of duty for him: to the country that stands behind him, and his sister who is in harm’s way.

He fights a battle. Years pass, and he fights more. He returns to the war he is powerless to fight against, and then finds himself King again, where he comes up with a plan to fight a duel which -- if everything had gone to plan -- would have put no one but himself at risk.

Yes, Peter is steeped in violence. C. S. Lewis tells us at the end of “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe,” that he is a “great warrior,” and when he is mentioned in “The Horse and His Boy,” it is said he’s off battling giants. He is High King, and as such, he has to be a soldier. He chooses to be a soldier. He consistently fights, especially so that others may not have to. He fights to protect. To shield. To provide freedom.

And then he goes back home, and is trapped under war again.

Depending on his birthday, Peter turns eighteen around the time of the end of World War II, meaning I have no reason to believe he ever fought within it; however, National Service continued after the war. And this is where I thought that Peter, ever being driven by duty, would sign up without question. It’s what would be expected of him. And, even more, it’s what he’s been doing for years for a country that isn’t his anymore; how could he not do the same for England?

(I put that in a fic. I had a scene where Peter, freshly eighteen, confessed to Susan he would still have to serve, and Susan said, “But not in the war, and I’m glad of that.” And then -- because it was what Peter did within canon time and time again -- I had him tell her, “But I hope you understand that I’d fight for you. For all of you. If my fighting had any chance of helping to keep you all safe, I would go.” ......And somebody told me that was out of character.)

I don’t mind if somebody really likes the idea of Peter becoming a doctor rather than a soldier. Truly, I understand the appeal. But I do have a problem when somebody tells me I’m wrong for believing Peter would continue to do what he had always canonically done after coming back to England.

Because Peter does have a relationship with violence. He doesn’t have a love for it, but he has been tangled in the necessity of it too many times not to follow through when it needs to be done.

And what happens when you raise a boy in war? What happens when you let him fight it? What happens when he learns the chain reaction: fight the battle, win the war, set them free? And then what happens when you put him into situations that can’t be solved with his hands? Give him enemies he can’t fight? Give him wars he can’t be a part of?

And that’s what I mean by “Peter prefers problems he can hit.”

Not that Peter rushes to violence when it isn’t called for, or that he craves war when he finds himself in peace, or anything else of that angry, vicious nature that some people have come to believe--- Gosh, I think Peter would far rather lay the sword down than ever have to pick it up again.

(But it’s what he does. Time after time.)

Peter is a big brother, ever looking after the others. Peter is the High King, ever doing what Narnia requires. Peter is the loyal servant, ever following Aslan’s instruction. Even if it scares him, it’s what he does.

So I don’t think he likes feeling helpless. I think he likes knowing what to do, and I think intangible problems drive him a little crazy, and I think a sword is a very physical thing that has served him well too many times.

Despite my very obvious complaints against “Prince Caspian’s” movie characterization here, I have to say that this is something I love about “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.” Peter’s older in the film than he is in the book. He’s closer to going to war himself. And what do we see him do? We see him distracted by passing soldiers-- not much older than himself. We see him reading on the train: “Biggles Goes To War.” We see him consumed by the war, even up to the point that he mimics WWII battle strategies against the Witch’s army.

This is the Peter I’m talking about: the one who feels sick at violence, and shakes and cries and hugs his sisters when its done, and yet...... does it. Every time.

I feel like there’s a dozen things I may be missing, but I think that’s the gist: Peter’s an unwilling soldier who doesn’t know how to put down his sword.

He’s a great warrior, but not an indiscriminate one. He’s a gentle spirit, but not a passive one. Violence made him, but he is so much more than his violent acts. He’s complex. He’s dutiful. He’s faithful. He’s capable. He fights because he has to, and as long as it’s asked of him, he will continue to do it.

So that’s where I stand. That’s why I may seem to show contradictory versions of Peter throughout my fics and edits and commentary; why I may say he’s not violent and then paint an image of him that ties him to violence anyway.

Whether you disagree is your prerogative. This is, by nature, a nuance-based take, and while I do think there’s wrong interpretations of Peter Pevensie out there, I also believe that there is a lot of room within that nuance for various interpretations to be equally right. This isn’t me making an end-all-and-be-all analysis that everyone else must follow to the letter.

This is just me explaining -- for myself or for anyone else who cares to listen -- what I believe, and how it affects the things I create. <3 So there’s my take on Peter’s complicated relationship with violence: the way it coats him, and yet, doesn’t define him: the way he’s so softhearted, and yet not himself without it.

“For never since we four were Kings and Queens in Narnia have we set our hands to any high matter, as battles, quests, feats of arms, acts of justice, and the like, and then given over; but always what we have taken in hand, the same we have achieved." ~Peter [The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe: Chapter XVII: The Hunting of the White Stag]

Disclaimer: none of this is anti-Aslan “look how he traumatized this poor boy” propaganda, and if that is your viewpoint, kindly do not interact with this post. :)

[rthstewart]

So is John Pevensie still an antagonist in Stone Gryphon? (Am I asking this because I love Helen and Mrs. Godwin? Yes. I am also asking because I love a furiously protective person and John seemed like that in the snippets from his perspective)

@becauseforoncethisisme asked:

So is John Pevensie still an antagonist in Stone Gryphon? (Am I asking this because I love Helen and Mrs. Godwin? Yes. I am also asking because I love a furiously protective person and John seemed like that in the snippets from his perspective)

First, thanks so much for reading and reaching out about the first chapters of Heart and Crow Make The Peace.

Ware below for LONG meta/history/ruth stewart blather

For many years, the first and last look readers had of John Pevensie was a scene in the posted Apostolic Way.  It’s a disastrous dinner at the Rainbow Room in New York City, where Col. Walker-Smythe has brought Edmund to America to work as his aide and batman.  John is, as presented in the story, a writer and editor, recruited by the SOE, to work on the generation of pro-British propaganda.  He is a serial philanderer, is bitterly disappointed that it is Edmund, rather than Peter, who has come to America, and the dinner is excruciatingly painful as John’s memories of his children are several years old and certainly pre-Narnia, leaving Edmund to, once again, be far kinder than his father deserves and Walker-Smythe is furious.  It’s made worse by numerous women who have obviously enjoyed John’s attentions in the past stopping by the table to say hello.  

Meanwhile, Helen Pevensie is back in London, and true to what was more common in 1943 than it was in 2020, has been in a sexual relationship with Mrs. Beatrice Goodwin, the widow next door.  

I was probably too successful in the scene as John can come across as a craven and cruel person. Readers’ sympathies (and mine) have always tilted to Helen.

With the reposted story, I slightly tweaked the previous version of the Rainbow Room scene and have introduced in text that a part of John’s issue is untreated PTSD. So, is this signaling a change of heart for me in John's role? and what about Mrs. Goodwin and Helen?

John's untreated illness is an explanation, in part, but not a justification to be sure.

I’ve always intended for Helen and Beatrice to go their separate ways.  As broad-minded as the Four are, it's different when your parents are involved and I’m finding it hard to push myself to writing that as a resolution or where it’s all just one big happy polyamory.  From discussions with readers, I could see Beatrice moving to a small market town for economy, meeting another widow with young children and you know, there are only 2 bedrooms in the cottage, so of course….   Post-war England was filled with these kinds of relationships of economy and convenience and, presumably, potential romance amongst widows.

As a writer, I also want John and Helen to both put some work in and try to rebuild their relationship.  This is something millions of people had to do post-War and I’m interested in how and whether couples can overcome infidelity.  I’m not sure I could, personally (I’ve been married for over 30 years!) and I’m interested in developing it.  TSG itself presents numerous different takes on bonding and infidelity which, while true to the time period, is also intended as a contrast to Edmund and Lucy’s  own sense of loss for their partners.  Something I’ve not decided is whether Morgan and Aidan, respectively, went on to have their own relationships some period of time later.  

There’s another reason for introducing John’s PTSD.  TSG was originally supposed to be a two-fer, Peter-centric story.  I was going to do a time-skip after the conclusion of Ox 1942 and jump to post war, with Peter starting an affair with Mary, dropping out of uni, finally finding his path, and then everyone dying, with Susan left behind (I had this about half-written, even). I never, EVER wanted to touch the 1940s UK educational systems or Peter’s potential service in the military as I deemed bothway beyond my storytelling skill.

[TQSiT was never in the cards – that’s the fault of an early reader, Miniver on ff dot net long since gone, who asked, Well, given these adventures for Peter, and Lucy and Edmund off on the Dawn Treader, surely Susan is up to something exciting in America, which coincided with me reading a WaPo review Connant’s The Irregulars.  Oops.]

So to avoid having to write Peter in the service, from the very beginning, back in Ox 1942, I wrote that Peter’s parents are opposed to his service and he’s willing to go along with it because he thinks he’s an insubordination risk.  I never explained why they are opposed which is really not especially consistent with the patriotism of the time.  

So, in the story I’ve picked up again 12 years later, John’s trauma at Dunkirk as now part of the reason for that opposition.  He goes to War to protect his family and early on is deeply traumatized by the failures to evacuate soldiers on the beaches; he hears the screams of men and ships going down in his dreams.  In his own protective misguided way, he wants to protect his family from that horror. And when he finds out that Aslan plucked his children out of England and turned them into warriors, he is going to be PISSED.  

 Oops.

Thanks so much   @becauseforoncethisisme!!

[writerdreamxs]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG ! fearless era.

in which you know a little about me and make requests for short stories to me and I turn your dreams into realities. after all, I am a writer of dreams. 💐

first, introductions: my name is clarice, but you can call me clary.

I'm brazilian, so obviously english is not my first language, so there may be some errors in the imagines.

I love taylor swift (my favorite album is fearless, but I think you get the idea :) and one direction, as well as lana del rey, artic monkeys, among many other artists.

I love romcoms, whether films or books, clichés, sun, spring, roses, dogs and I am a person who really likes to talk.

my mbti is enfp, - at least that's what i think, at the moment! - and I have a sanguine temperament.

and I DON'T write smut.

below I will put a list of the characters and fandoms that I mainly write about, but if you want to request something different, feel free.

masterlist. 🌤️

BRIDGERTON 🐝

colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, anthony bridgerton, gregory bridgerton, simon basset.

FORMULA ONE. 🏁

all of the grid, but mainly, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell and max verstappen.

FOOTBALL PLAYERS ⚽

richarlison, rodrygo goes, jude bellingham, vini jr, pedri, gavi, and all of the real madrid team.

HARRY POTTER (golden era)🪄

harry potter, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, fred and george weasley, ron weasley, oliver wood, charlie weasley.

HARRY POTTER (marauders era) 🕰️

remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, peter pettigrew, regulus black, severus snape.

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA 🦁

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, caspian.

CELEBRITIES 🍾

timothée chalamet, josh hutcherson, louis partridge, andrew garfield, william moseley, tom holland, ben barnes, archie renaux, cameron boyce ✝.

RANDOM 🩷

trodrick heffley, peter parker 1 and 3, matteo balsano, simon alavrez, ramiro ponce, gaston perida, gabo moretti, lorenzo guevara, dede duarte, willy wonka, chad denforth (hsm), will turner (potc) legolas greenleaf (lor), laurie laurence, supa strikas, luke ross (jessie), carmen sandiego characters, zach mitchell (jw), jurassic world: camp cretaceous caracthers, carlos de vil, jay ja'far, harry hook, ray beech, charlie delgado, aurek, jim hawkins, jack frost, ever after high characters, scooby doo characters, hiccup, the greatest showman, dick grayson and wally west (young justice) .

🦋 well, that's it my sweeties and I hope you liked me and send your requests. 💗

WRITERDREAMXS ©, 2024. 📖

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

M'Lady - Edmund Pevensie

I'm in the process of transferring my Wattpad works to Tumblr, so here is something I wrote a while ago.

Summary: Edmund finds you by the lake, which you aren't supposed to do.

Warnings: None, I think. Maybe some sexual tension?

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Narnia and you had been spending it at the water's edge, reading an old Narnian tale. Your hair is tied up with your favorite red hair ribbon, the breeze blowing it around in the air. You hear the sound of footsteps hitting the grass and know exactly who it is. 

"Darling." Edmunds's thick British accent cuts through the air. "How many times have I told you not to come here alone." You don't turn to look at him, continuing with your reading. 

"Edmund, I am fully capable of coming to the shore by myself." You say as you turn the page in your book.

You can feel him move, kneeling down behind you. His hands reach up to your hair and take out the ribbon, pocketing it. At this rate, you are no longer interested in what you are reading, but in what the slender, dark-haired man behind you is doing.

Your body shivers as Edmund's fingertips move your hair away from your neck. He dips his head and plants a kiss on your throat, moving his face to be level with yours, keeping the tip of his nose connected to the skin there until it reaches your ear. 

"Surely you don't want to disrespect your king, now do you, M'Lady?"

Your breath catches. He has only ever called you that when he is truly upset with you. His lips brush against your ear, bringing his hand up to remove the book from your tight grip.

He sets the book down on the grass next to him.

"Do you want to turn your Just King..." He kisses the skin behind your ear, sending a shudder through your body. "...unjust?"

He brings his hand to your cheek, turning you to face him, but you refuse to meet his gaze.

"My darling, look at me."

His thumb slides down your face, stopping for a brief moment at your lips, and continues down to your chin to tilt it up. Your eyes lift to meet his. His smirk twitches as he gazes down at you, satisfied with your obedience. He glances down at your lips, swiping his tongue across his, then brings his eyes to meet yours once again.

"I'm awaiting an answer, darling." Your breathing grows heavier like you've just run a mile, but it is just his presence that has affected you this much. 

"No. Of course not, my king." Edmund closes his eyes and tilts his head back, letting out a dark chuckle. 

"Then why don't you prove it." He abruptly stands, pulling you with him. His hand snakes around your waist, the side of his cape wrapping around your body. He starts towards the castle.

"Bu-but Edmund! My book!" You turn to grab it but his rough grip brings you back to his side, his arm tightening around you. He brings his eyes to yours, his usually beautiful brown eyes black. 

"We will send a bloody guard out later to retrieve it. You brought this on yourself, my dear. If you want the goddamn book back, after disobeying my orders, you'll have to work for it." His eyes flash with anger and lust and your eyes widen. "Now come, M'Lady."

I'm really thinking about writing a part two to this... but IDK. There isn't a lot of Edmund content out there, so just LMK.

[itscherrylipsforme]

𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄: 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

As I am a hopeless romantic who acts like she hates Saint Valentine (cough, cough... I do not, I just wish I had someone to celebrate it with) I use fictional characters to cope with it. Due to this from the 12th to 24th of February I will be accepting the types of request I am listing bellow with the characters I write for. Just be sure you put the corresponding emoji you are asking for. That's all, hope you like it!. Event is closed

📓I deserve a great love story and I want someone to share it with: give me a general idea for a fic with a character and I will write it out (you can also choose from the prompts of this list)

💘All this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings: Choose one of my fictional men and I will make a moodboard for them (and if you want you can also tell me about you so I can also make a couple moodboard for both of you)

🎶A look in somebody's eyes to light up the skies: Give me a character and I will tell you 5 songs (one of them a love one) that reminds me of them

🌹Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?: I will give you general romantic headcanons for the character you ask me

🫀 You have bewitched me, body and soul: Give me a character and I will tell you the different types of people he would fall for. Alternative: tell me about you and I will ship you with a character from my list and tell you why

💌 Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all: Say a character and I will tell you ten reasons to hate them (or are they ten reasons to adore them)

Event's masterlist:

Those with a link have already been answered. Ten asks to go!

💘 For Prefect!gr!Cedric Diggory and Prefect!bc!Gryffindor!reader

🫀For Sirius Black

🫀For anon

📓Jason Todd x vigilante!bookworm!reader

🫀For Steve Harrington

🌹For gr!Cedric Diggory and bc!reader

📓 Regulus Black and reader with the prompt "Cause I hate, like, everyone except you"

📓Prefect!gr!Cedric Diggory and Prefect!bc!Gryffindor!reader requested by 🍁Anon

🫀For Regulus Black

🫀For second anon

📓Cedric Diggory and shy!ravenclaw!reader inspired by the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

🎶 For Jason Todd

💌 For Poe Dameron

💌 For Steve Harrington

💘For Regulus Black and f!slytherin!brunette!writer!reader

💘For Steve and a f!curly brunette!writer!quirky!reader

📓 Peter Pevensie x fem!reader with the prompt "Saying I love you isn't enough, I want you to believe me when I say it "

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Christmas/Holidays/New Year's Eve Masterlist

In the mood for some winter fluff? Look no further than these curated picks from my collection.

General Winter Imagines

Arthur Curry x Reader

Sweater Weather - Fluff

When it gets colder outside, the king of the sea loans you his sweater.

Jack Frost x Reader

Snowflake - Fluff, Soulmate AU

Your soulmark is a snowflake, and thus, winter easily became your favorite season. However, you have a good feeling about winter this year, a tingly feeling that makes your mark glow...

Tired of Gray - Fluff, Soulmate AU

It’s Christmas time and you’re just about sick of your gray, gray world. Luckily, your soulmate is known to visit in the winter.

Christmas/Holiday Imagines

Bernard the Elf x Reader

The Way it Was Before - Alternate Universe, Bernard exists during Escape Clause Plot, Magic!Reader, a light angst, a lot of fluff.

Something is VERY wrong this Christmas, and it seems you’re the only person in the world who remembers the way things were before. Well, almost the only person. It’s up to you and the Head Elf to save the day before Jack’s wish becomes irreversible.

Home for the Holidays - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

When you come home for Christmas, Bernard realizes that you’re the reincarnation of someone very dear to him.

All I Want For Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

Being Santa Claus’ daughter, it was only inevitable that you’d catch feelings for his head elf…

Dear Santa… - Fluff, Writer Elf!Reader

The writing department has been especially short on elves this year, and this means you find yourself responsible for writing a whole bunch of letters. Luckily, the head elf has his eye on you.

Druig x Reader

Merry Little Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, GN! Reader

Christmas with the Eternals is a little extra special this year because of a certain mind-controlling telepath…

Prince Eric (Barbie in the Nutcracker)

Real - Fluff, Christmas

After arriving back in your living room, you’re startled to find out that the previous night was real, Mouse King, Nutcracker, and all.

Home - Fluff, Christmas

The locket is supposed to take you home, but in your heart, you know you’re already there.

Steve Harrington x Reader

About Time - Fluff, Soulmate AU, Time Travel

You discover a time-traveling wormhole in your closet and a hot guy from the 80′s on the other side of it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

The Nutcracker - Fluff, Ballerina!Reader

When your winter recital finally comes around, Steve is more than happy to support you.

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Merry Christmas, Darling - Fluff, Christmas, Mutant!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader

The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.

Santa Baby - Fluff, Christmas

You use the power of invisibility to put a Santa hat on each of the X-Men. 

New Year's Eve Kisses

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2017 - Steve Harrington, Marty McFly, Edmund Pevensie, Thackery Binx, Wanda Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2020 - Alex Vreeke (Jumanji), Jack Frost, Ben Tennyson, Diaval, Peeta Mellark

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2021 - Bernard the Elf, Bucky Barnes, Diana Prince, Killian Jones, Pietro Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2022 - Eddie Munson, Druig, Kili, Neville Longbottom, Peter Pan

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2023 - Roronoa Zoro, Barbie, Jaime Reyes, Hank McCoy, Sasappis

[maretinelli]

WE WERE THREE

Edmund Pevensie X fem!queen!reader

Summary: When the Pevensie brothers and Y/n return to the teacher's house, Ed and Y/n despair when they see that they left someone behind.

Words: 1.1K+

Warnings: Mention of sword fighting, Pevensie brothers, some characters from Narnia, goodbyes (😫), anguish and crying.

Author: English is not my first language, I apologize if there are errors throughout the story. Second, it's sad but I enjoyed writing this and calm down, I can do part 2.

MASTERLIST

Part 2

The five kings and queens of Narnia had woken up early to do their royal duties.

Susan and Lucy were in the library signing some contracts, Peter was talking to Lord Tummnus about the month's harvests, and Edmund and Y/n were in the war room, helping Liam - their 7 year old son, to handle a sword.

"Son, not like that" Y/n laughs, getting up from where she was, to help the boy who was fighting with his father.

Edmund laughs at the way his little one held the sword.

"Like this, dear" Y/n takes the sword from her son's hand and positions herself to fight with her husband.

Liam smiles at his parents and runs to the side of the room to sit and watch his parents fight. With lots of love in your eyes.

"Sure you want to challenge me?" Edmund smiles suggestively at Y/n and she smirks.

"What do you think??"

Liam laughs seeing his parents and then gives the signal for them to start fighting.

"Now!!"

With that, Ed and Y/n started fighting with their swords. They could hear the laughter and laughter of their son who was sitting there. They smiled at each other.

Y/n playfully hits Ed's side, making him lose his balance and fall to the ground, smiling at his wife.

"That's right, mommy" Liam claps his hands and runs to his mother to hug her.

Y/n kisses the top of her son's head and smiles, turning to her husband.

"Confess love, I'm better than you" Edmund's wife takes her hand to help him get up and he looks askance.

"No, no and no!"

Y/n Laugh.

With that, they see a servant opening the hall door with everything and apologizing for the sudden invasion.

"I beg your pardon for the quick entry, but King Peter and Queen Susan have located the white deer"

Y/n and Ed look at each other smiling.

"Sure, let them know and we'll meet them at the stables." Ed warns and looks at Y/n. "Ah...tell Lilia to take care of Liam in the meantime"

"Yes, sir. Excuse me" The servant leaves the room and Liam's parents take their things and soon leave too.

"Son, we'll be back soon, okay? Stay with Lilia in the meantime" Y/n kisses the top of her son's head.

"Yes, mom. I'll ask her to make cookies" He says happily and smiles at the cook who was right behind him.

Lilia smiles at Y/n and she returns it.

"Behave. We'll be back, little grasshopper" Y/n smiles and gets on the horse.

Edmund soon appears and says goodbye to his son before leaving with his brothers and wife after the deer white.

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They had been riding after the white deer for about an hour, but there was still a long way to go before catching the animal.

"Come on, honey. Tired?" Y/n, who was behind Edmund, smiled seeing him stop with the horse.

"Not even a bit"

"Ah, ok. Even Liam can run faster than you. And he's only 7 years old" Y/n laughs and continues to ride behind the other Pevensie brothers.

Soon, the four return to where Edmund was.

"Come on, Ed!!" Susan smiles.

"We are catching our breath"

Y/n laughs and rolls her eyes.

“That’s all we’re going to get back if we keep going at this rate.” Lucy mocks her brother.

"What did he say again, Y/n? Before he left the palace?" Susan looks at her sister-in-law, who is now holding back laughter.

"Girls, stay in the castle. I'll catch the white deer alone" Y/n tries to imitate her husband's voice, but fails. Making everyone laugh.

Edmund rolls his eyes and holds back his laughter.

After the laughter stops, Peter looks to the side and then gets off the horse.

"What is that?" Peter asks looking at something full of leaves and branches.

Everyone gets off their horses and approaches Peter and the mysterious object.

"Looks familiar..." Peter reports.

"Made of a dream...a dream of a dream..." Lucy whispers.

It was a pole. It was still lit and had lots and lots of leaves on it, with some branches.

Ed and Y/n look at each other and then look at the pole again.

"The empty room...!!" Lucy says and then runs away.

"LUCY!! LUCY" Peter shouts and the four of them run after her.

"Not again!" Susan grumbles.

"Lucy!!" Edmund and Y/n say together.

"Come!! Come!!" She shouts happily.

Still running after Lucy, the path began to become narrow and crowded, full of leaves and branches. Making them complain about the pinches they gave.

"Ow, ow!!" Susan says.

"Ed, oh my back" Y/n complains, still walking behind Susan.

"It wasn't me, it was the branch"

"They're not branches..." Peter says.

"...they are...they are coats" Susan analyzes and responds.

"Ed, there my foot" Y/n says with her arms over her eyes, so that nothing hits her face.

"Hey be careful, the space is small"

"There my arm"

"My hair, someone pulled my hair."

As a result, Peter, who was in front, ends up falling onto a wooden floor, followed by his brothers and Y/n falling on top of him.

"My rib..." He complains.

As they analyzed the room, they could see that they had returned to the teacher's house. The wardrobe room.

Edmund and Y/n look at each other. The girl already has tears in her eyes.

Until they hear someone opening the door. Everyone looking in the direction of the noise.

"Ah, you are there!!" The teacher says, looking at everyone on the floor, and smiling friendly. "What were they doing in the wardrobe?"

They stay silent, looking at each other. Y/n already felt her chest hurt and her eyes fill even more with tears.

"Well, I'll be in my room. If you want to tell me" he winks, smiling at the now children again and leaves the room.

Y/n quickly gets up and tries to enter the wardrobe again.

"No, no!!! Liam!! My son, I need to go back" she said while knocking on the wardrobe, but there was no chance of it opening again. "MY SON!!"

Everyone looks at her, letting tears run down their faces.

Ed, who was now crying a lot, tries to calm his wife.

"Y/n, my love. Calm down" he holds Y/n from behind, trying to move her away from the furniture.

"Ed, no...our son, we need to go back. Liam is alone" She says, now weakly falling to the ground, with Ed hugging her.

"I know, I want to go back too... But baby, the passage is closed" he cries, but trying to calm down so he could calm his wife.

Or well, it was his wife. Now nobody knows anything anymore.

"Liam..." She cries, hugging Edmund.

The other three Pevensie brothers who were now standing, shed some tears and leave the room. Leaving the couple alone.

[madamebaggio]

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[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ two queens in a king sized bed ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @fairy-geek-ackerman ˚₊ ⊹

ft. susan pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ a day in the life of queen susan and her physically affectionate wife┊2k words

setting: the golden age & england afterward contains: tooth-rotting fluff to angst, established relationship (married), reader is so whipped, susan is too but doesn’t show it as much, mentioned homophobia

➤ author's note: anna popplewell is so gorgeous like no wonder she was use as the beauty standard in voyage of the dawn treader T-T i would do anything for susan pevensie, i love her so much, i need to write more for her and show her justice

she’s always been the type to rise with the early morning sun as soon as the golden rays filter through the curtains of her bedroom, taking a minute to stretch and make her bed (a habit she never let go of even if there are people to do it for her). the servants come to run a lukewarm bath with mildly scented floral soaps, undoing her braided hair for it to fall in long loose curls, gives her some privacy as she cleans herself up, and then return when she’s finished to help dress her in the layers of ruffled fabrics and silks picked out the night before with the tightening of a bow on her lower back to finish.

little has changed about susan’s routine ever since she got married, except everything is now delayed by at least fifteen more minutes.

when she begins to stir awake, your arm lazily coiled around her waist from the night before begins to instinctively tighten its grip in an almost possessive manner, pulling her closer towards you while muttering something about wanting to stay under the warmth of the covers for just a little bit longer. no amount of reminders about the important work the day has in store for the both of you is enough to motivate you to get up, it actually just makes you pout and want to sleep in until noon, so susan has learned to go along with it unless it’s getting too late or a maid knocks at the door as a reminder.

besides, it’s not like she didn’t enjoy morning cuddles with you, quite the opposite. your skin was softer than flower petals, limbs tangled together in a mess of daisy chains with your bodies perfectly fitting against the other like puzzle pieces and the scent of lilacs from leftover perfume sprayed yesterday dancing around her nostrils.

even with her eyes closed, she could feel yours peeking open and staring at her like you always do. “must you study my face so intently every time you wake up? you’ve been doing that every morning for the past two years, don’t you ever get sick of it?”

“never. i hope to gaze upon you for the rest of our lives,” you murmured dreamily, eyes half-lidded with your pupils blown out in adoration and a stupid little giddy smile on your face while fiddling with the delicate lace of her collar.

“i still don’t think i’ll ever get used to you looking at me like that.”

“looking at you like what?”

“like i hung the stars in the night sky.”

“the moon herself seems dim compared to the radiance of your beauty,” you mused, reaching out to gently trace her features atop milky white skin and marvel at how they sculpt the most gorgeous face you’ve ever seen together. “your freckles are starting to fade out, you used to have constellations on your cheeks when you first came to narnia.”

“i must finally be growing out of my teenage face,” she murmured, brushing her leg further against yours and feeling the silk of your nightgown trail up your thigh in the most innocent manner. “my face has also gotten slimmer— starting to look the part of a queen rather than a princess.”

“i think you only look more lovely by the day.”

“you just love flattering me, don’t you? careful, your words might get to my head one of these days.”

“i’m surprised they haven’t already, i must not be doing a very good job.”

now it was her turn to giggle and nuzzle closer into your touch, allowing her eyes to flutter shut with a sigh. the world had stopped spinning, the birds had stopped chirping, and you both had stopped breathing, just for a moment to savor this experience before palace life pulled you away from each other until night fell.

you both have to perform your morning routines separately because you will end up goofing off rather than getting ready and pulling her into your nonsense, blowing bubbles with soapy water and dancing around the room in your bathrobes until one of her siblings themself have to shout outside the door to knock it off

susan would be with her siblings in the throne room meeting with the representatives of various groups from fauns to blacksmiths to foreign dignitaries, analyzing their situations and discussion solutions with the judgment age and experience has given them now that they reached their mid-to-late twenties. you would be training with new bright-eyed cadets and shaping them into soldiers, banging wooden swords against each other until they broke and teaching them how to ride on horseback through rocky terrain until your skin was shiny with a thin sheen of sweat.

maybe you’ll run into each other once or twice, but you still get sheepish by how smelly you must be after hours of running around under the summer sun in heavy armor and denying your wife from getting any closer until you bathed. maybe if she has extra time, she’ll come out into the meadow with her dress pulled up to her ankles to admire the passion you have when sword fighting. maybe she’ll even give a lesson on archery, giving you a turn to do the same as her lithe fingers draw back the string and fire with terrifying accuracy with you cheering her on in the background. she can never tell if the blush on her cheeks are from the heat or embarrassment from how you’re jumping about and cheering (much to the amusement of those around you, i mean, how often is it you see your strict instructor squealing like a little girl for her wife?) for a single shot.

then you finally clean off all the dirt and grime accumulated and change into something more dressy after a second bath, drinking tea with the visiting noble ladies and sewing delicate embroidered flowers onto handkerchiefs, occasionally chattering rumors about other women not present.

susan loves the activities but hates the petty gossip and company whom she must tolerate for appearances. it’s why she started inviting you to join her to make the experience more bearable even though you suck at sewing and don’t fit in much as someone of lower ranking, but everyone there knows better than to make negative comments about the queen’s beloved.

sometimes you intertwine your hands under the table and exchange brief looks of knowledge. she doesn’t always like public displays of affection, especially around people who only pretend to accept your type of love, but the small lingering touches throughout the day make her feel almost giddy like you were having some sort of forbidden romance despite the fact that you were literally married (maybe in other nations it would be forbidden, but in narnia, it was celebrated just like any other love would be).

once you two get a moment alone in the early evening in the dining room, you tend to throw yourself on her, wrapping her up in a bear hug from behind and laughing when she squeals in surprise. she might chastise you to act your age and to calm down because it wasn’t like you haven’t seen her in weeks, but you know it holds no weight when she can’t stop smiling ear-to-ear and glowing. sometimes one of her siblings will walk in to join the family dinner scheduled every day at six pm and will make a little fake look of disgust, yelling out to “get a room” with a roll of their eyes and a small smile knowing that their sister has truly met her soulmate.

strolling around cair paraval’s dimly lit gardens after eating is her favorite thing to do after waking up next to you in the morning, not always talking but usually resting in comfortable silence with the moonlight and fireflies illuminating the cobblestone path. the light clicking of her heels against the floor, the song of crickets, and nearby conversations fill the lightly humid air as you make the rounds hand-in-hand so much like you used to do in the nearby meadows of the campgrounds before she was crowned until you were drowsy and decided to go to bed. sometimes you’ll make a show of carrying her bridal style to your shared room just for the fun of it as she uses her long hair to cover her face regardless of the shadows of the night doing most of the work for her, but you can still picture her full lips pouting slightly and her eyes looking away being uncharacteristically shy even though you held her like this countless of times already. 

you both lay in bed under the chiffon bed canopy, cuddling like you always with a thin blanket pulled up to your shoulders in the summer weather and your bodies resting in the center of the king-sized mattress. you usually fall before she does, so susan likes to spend her last waking moments studying your face in the dimming candlelight like you adore doing so often, fully understanding why your favorite activity is to look upon your lover and burning every little detail to memory until sleep consumes her as well.

“i would i could spend an eternity in your arms, there’s nothing that could make me happier.”

then the cycle repeats again, everchanging in shifts of actions and dialogue, but eternally peaceful and the happiest moments of her life.

all it took for everything she knew to shatter was a wrong turn of curiosity when she and her siblings found themselves tumbling out of the very wardrobe they entered only aslan knows how long ago, in casual 1940s english garments rather than their royal robes and bodies smaller without the scars of battle littered across their skin.

now susan wakes up alone in one of the professor’s many guest beds, her arm outstretched into the spot where you usually would have laid next to her. it feels so empty without your warmth, the sound of your steady breathing and heartbeat, and the weight of your body pressing on her —mornings are now a painful reminder of her being missing from her soulmate’s life.

she looks at herself in the mirror, the youthful face she hasn’t seen in years, at her fuller cheeks and light brown freckles scattered about, wondering how you’re doing and if she’ll ever see you again. tears begin to fall from her eyes you liked to compare to gems, remembering how you would always wipe them away before she could taste the salt slipping into her tongue.

no longer the gentle queen who ended wars, just a schoolgirl fleeing from them instead. it wouldn’t have been so bad if you came along with her (even if you had to keep your love a complete secret, it’s not like she isn’t already hiding the wisdom of a monarch at least a decade her senior), she could perfectly envision your curious eyes poking around the inventions of modern technology run by electricity rather than magic, and it would make her laugh if it didn’t end up getting broken with choked-up sobs.

what are you doing right now as she is traveling back to finchley and reuniting with old classmates whose names she can hardly remember? are you buried in work, trying to piece up the pieces and conduct a search for the missing kings and queens? are you like her, constantly yearning for what is lost and dwelling on the joys of the past which are slowly becoming a distant memory? have you moved on, getting married to someone from a neighboring nation for the sake of the population or finding comfort in a nymph who helped ease your sorrows? these thoughts drive her mad, and it’s shown in her grades slowly beginning to drop a few points which is strange for a top student like her, but thankfully, people blame it on the effects of the war. 

all she can do is hope for another chance, not only for you but also for her people, but as the days fly by and they speak less of returning to narnia and more about adjusting to current life, she feels her faith slipping away.

request [ HIIIIII!!! could u pls write a susan pevensie x wife reader plsss? r is always super clingy, but susan doesn't mind. her love language is physical touch. she's always attending to susans needs or wants whenever, even when susan tells her not to. she often just holds on to susan however she can in the moment and admires everything about her. THANK YOU!!! (anna popplewell is absolutely gorgeous) ]