#Lucy pevensie x reader

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ the chronicles of narnia ]❜

╰₊✧ contains: peter pevensie, susan pevensie, edmund pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian x, jadis, tumnus

━━━ .°˖✧ multiple characters˚₊ ⊹

silly block game - playing minecraft with the pevensie siblings┊1.5k words

queer headcanons (not an x reader)

━━━ .°˖✧ peter pevensie ˚₊ ⊹

one loss after another / one victory after a loss - you didn't make it past the gates, but you eventually return after the telmarine night raid┊1.1k words, 1.7k words

welcoming the birth of the first heir of narnia┊0.7k words

when i'm alone / 18+) i'd rather be with you - meeting a bookworm who makes life in london more bearable┊1.3k words & prt 2 soon!!

being nervous on your wedding day┊0.5k words

18+) keeping your lust at bay while he works┊0.5k words

━━━ .°˖✧ susan pevensie ˚₊ ⊹

helping her girlfriend quit bed rotting for the day┊0.4k words

━━━ .°˖✧ edmund pevensie, the just ˚₊ ⊹

flirting while you tend to his wounds┊0.7k words

18+) messing around in the carriage on the way home┊0.8k

tw: yandere) hiding you away on the dawn treader┊0.7k words

━━━ .°˖✧ lucy pevensie, the valiant ˚₊ ⊹

caring for you after you get injured┊0.5k words

━━━ .°˖✧ caspian x, the navigator ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet!!

━━━ .°˖✧ jadis, the white witch ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet!!

━━━ .°˖✧ mr tumnus ˚₊ ⊹

where were you, before we met? - tumnus encounters an unconscious stranger in the snow, a flower nymph┊1.7k words

[sweetpandorabox]

The Chronicles of Narnia x Reader Masterlist (One Shot & Series)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Masterlist Category:

✿ - Fluff | ☄- Smut | ✪ - Angst | ➼ - Short Blurb | ✎ - Personal Favorite | ♡ - Gender Neutral | ✉ - Future/Husband/Wife |

🦁 - Series

A/N: After several write-ups of one-shots I can finally present to all of you, my third-ever master list!! I'm really excited to see all my work links in one place for all of you to go through to just read and enjoy it! I love you all so much. (P.s Click the title of the one shot and it should take you to it also for the marauders it's a mix of male and female readers except for the gender-neutral one of course so yeah I just thought I should let you all know that okay bye)

In Progress/Coming soon...

[lexxie]

Injured (Pevensie!Reader)

A/N: I had no idea what to name this fic. So, it will be a headcanon, reader will be GN and Edmund's twin although it's never mentioned. THIS IS SO BAD SORRY, I'M NOT GOOD AT WRITING THIS KIND OF STUFF AND I WROTE THIS IN LIKE 15 MINUTES. Gif is not mine, and english is not my first language sorry for any mistakes!

Requested by anon

TW: Reader getting stabbed with a sword, injury, mentions of death (nobody died)

The man infront of you almost killed you, his sword entered your stomach. The last thing you heard before passing out was Edmund screaming "Y/N!". When you woke up, the pain was there, and some bandages covering the wound. You reached for them, but accidentally pressed too hard "Ouch" you muttered.

"They're awake" A voice you recognized as Peter's said

Then, the sound of shoes against the floor were present for some moments, soon you saw the faces of your siblings. Lucy and Edmund were beside the bed, they started asking questions, like how you felt. Peter and Susan were a little behind. "Give them space" Susan walked a few steps, getting closer to the bed but not as much as the other two were.

"Are you feeling better?" Susan asked, in a soft voice

"It hurts, a lot" You answered

"The pain will go away in some days, we'll have to change your bandages daily" Peter walked to stand where his siblings

"We thought you would die" Lucy had tears in her eyes

"But I didn't, I'm still here" You grabbed her hand "I will never leave you"

[heliads]

ooh what about a narnia oneshot where lucy introduces her girlfriend to her family (while they're still kings and queens) but they're both scared that the pevensies won't be accepting? but then there's just a lot of fluff and happiness at the end. thank you!

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A little bit before dawn, Lucy Pevensie decides that the truth must be told after all. It is dark out still, but she knows what she knows and she cannot guess at what she doesn’t, so any mysteries must wait out there still, disguised from her in that empty blackness.

They can’t hide forever. The needle of her fast-fading crescent moon has begun to pierce through the dark veil of night, threading through the pitch blackness with newer strands of light. Soon, the brightness of a fresh sun will fall upon her land, her Narnia, and no longer will she be able to keep a certain secret from her siblings any longer.

Lucy tells you not a few hours after she wakes. She waits until you’re up to, kind enough to let you sleep while you can, but her mind is most certainly made up by the time you’re conscious enough to realize it. This can’t wait any longer, she says. If they haven’t guessed at it already, you’re both running out of time before they do.

It’s not like you haven’t seen this coming. From the moment you fell in love with Lucy and she with you, from the moment you started courting each other in secret, you knew that you would have to tell the rest of the Pevensies at some point. They stick to each other like hot wax, terribly afraid of anything splitting each other apart. They’ve only had themselves for so long, you know that, you know that their hesitancy about letting outsiders into their inner circle isn’t unfounded, but it doesn’t make your task any easier.

After all, you’re the stranger in this circumstance, the foreigner attempting to intrude on their easy balance of four by falling in love with their youngest sibling. They aren’t opposed to you in any way, or at least not now while they’re still unaware that you’re dating Lucy. Who knows what might happen later, but now is good.

You’re still a friend of the family at the moment. You were one of the first people they met upon taking to the Narnian thrones; a friend of necessity, of circumstance, then of similar disposition. You won over all of them in turn through tact and bravery and kindness, but Lucy– well, you never had to fight to make Lucy like you. You never had to fight her at all. She took you by surprise the first time you saw her and then you were gone, gone for good.

That’s the thing about falling for a queen, after all. You’re not supposed to, and most people manage to keep it to themselves or at least squash the feeling down in the pits of their stomachs until it dies forever, but you never managed any of that. You loved Lucy and you never stopped. You never could.

She made it impossible to stop. For as long as you loved Lucy, she loved you too. She loves the world and it follows her wherever she goes, breath caught in anticipation to see what she will do next. You were a part of that uncontrollable crowd, so how could you turn your affection to any other person?

Especially not when she fell in love with you, too, and more than just a familiar love to be bestowed to anyone with a good heart. Lucy’s first love was you, and if her late night and early morning promises are to be believed, you’ll be her last one, too. It will begin and end with you.

You do believe her; you always do. You believe her when she looks you in the eyes and says that you must tell the rest of the Pevensies, no dallying about it any longer. You trust her when she tells you this is the right choice, when she promises that she’ll stick with you no matter what. You ask her what she’ll do if they threaten to send you away forever or something and she laughs; says fine, then, we’ll take to the countryside together, and you know you’ll be okay.

And that’s– well, that’s Lucy Pevensie for you, you suppose. Ferocious, sweet, braver than anything Lucy Pevensie. Lucy, whom you met in the middle of the woods when neither of you were supposed to be there, Lucy, who immediately pulled you by the hand as she ran even further inside the twisted masses of green, Lucy, whose feet were so fast that she accidentally tugged both of you down into the current of the river as you attempted to navigate a precarious bridge of stepping stones.

Lucy, who laughed with you as your gowns grew sodden with cold water. Lucy, who kept trying to offer you her cloak even weeks after the incident on the off chance that you might still be cold. Lucy, who has loved you more fiercely than anyone in this world or the next could hope to be loved in all of their wildest dreams, and still has enough space in her heart to worry about her siblings. 

That is the Lucy you love, and the one you wouldn’t dream of leaving behind in the slightest. Not even the demands of High Kings and Queens could rid Lucy of her place in your heart, even if they were to physically separate you by exiling you or some worse fate. She would still be there, still yours, but only in your mind. It would allow you to keep some part of her, though, so it could not be the most terrible fate in the land.

With all your fears thus assuaged, the only thing left to do is to tell the three royals of Narnia as of yet blissfully unaware of the courtship situation of their youngest relation. They’re sitting together in the garden as they do most mornings, breathing in the fresh air and recollecting memories of a world utterly foreign to you. They smile as you approach, but their air is questioning; usually mornings in the garden are for Pevensies only, yet here you are anyway.

High King Peter looks up when the two of you draw close enough to speak. “Good morning, both of you. Did you sleep well?”

Common courtesy is easiest at a moment like this, and you curtsy quickly and murmur that you did, then thank him for asking. Lucy clears her throat, clearly rallying herself for this, then speaks at last. “I would like to introduce Lady Y/N to all of you.”

Queen Susan frowns, placing a bookmark back in the pages of the text she holds close. “We already know Y/N, Luce.”

Lucy sighs, briefly annoyed. “I know that. I am introducing her to you as my girlfriend.”

Silence descends upon the garden. For a moment, no one says anything at all, and you and Lucy breathe in and out slowly in shared paranoia until Edmund crows in victory and turns to Susan with a delighted grin.

“I told you they were dating! You owe me three gold coins.”

Lucy’s jaw drops with horror. “You two had a bet on me dating Y/N? You’re horrific, both of you.”

Peter manages to turn his laugh into a cough. “That’s terrible, both of you. Apologize to your sister.”

Edmund rolls his eyes. “You’re just bitter because you didn’t see this coming. I told you it was a thing.”

Lucy looks as if she’d like to settle this with a well-placed punch to the nose, but you quickly intercede before any fights can break out, verbal or otherwise. “Does this mean that you’re alright with it? Me courting Lucy, I mean.”

Susan’s smile grows kind instead of merely mirthful. “Of course we’re fine with it, Y/N. You’ve been wonderful since the day we met you. If there was anyone in this whole castle, or in all of Narnia, for that matter, that we’d want with Lucy, you would have to be at the top of our list.”

“She already was at the top of my list,” Edmund mutters under his breath, “Need I remind you again that I totally called this?”

Peter swats Edmund, then turns back to you with a wry grin. “See, the only problem is that you now have to put up with the lot of us even more than before. Earlier, we had to be on our best behavior because we were kings and queens and all that, but now that you’re dating Lucy, we can be properly frightful in front of you.”

You laugh. “I’m perfectly alright with that.”

And why wouldn’t you be alright with it, after all? You have Lucy’s love guaranteed, and you love her just as much as she adores you. The Pevensies aren’t just accepting of you and Lucy seeing each other, they’re firmly in favor of it. You are beginning a new day in a castle, you have a queen holding your hand, and you could not be happier if you tried. You have Lucy; what need do you have for anything else?

requested by @redbirdbluebird, i hope you enjoy!

narnia tag list: empty for now!

[finnofamerica]

Narnia Masterlist

Caspian -

Edmund Pevensie -

The Ball - You, a handmaiden to Queen Lucy, knew it was wrong to have feelings for King Edmund, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You never expected anything to happen until Lucy conspires behind your back to get you two together. 💞Fluff💞 Word count: 1299

Lucy Pevensie -

Peter Pevensie -

Susan Pevensie -

[retold-tales]

My First Real Friend

Imagine being Lucy's friend and her knighting you as soon as she becomes queen because of how many times you save her

[theaskywalker]

Imagine being close friends with the four Pevensies and them telling you about their adventures in Narnia

Masterlist

[star-writes4]

Can i have wholesome fluff of kissing scars with lucy pevensie pls

Lucy Pevensie x reader

Warning: talking about sh scars

It was a normal day at the Pevensie's house. You were in Lucy's room, working at some homework your annoying chemistry teacher gived you. You weren't that good at this subject so Lucy decided to help you.

Without paying attention to anything except the homework your sleeve raised so your scars were visible. Lucy stops talking and looks at you:

"Are you okay?" she asks in a sweet tone

"What do you mea-" you started saying but then you saw where her eyes were. "It's fine. Don't worry"

Suddenly Lucy hugs you then takes your hand in hers and kisses every scar you had on your wrist. After that you completely forgot about your homework, all you did was watch a movie and eat snacks.

A/N

I hope this is what you asked for. I am sorry it took this long, I was busy with school stuff. <;3

[edricmalfoy]

Meeting Lucy pevensie while being the Professor’s Grandchild headcanons

You met at the professors house because you lived with him

You are very shy and introverted first time you meet

your a year older then her

when you hear that Lucy found Narnia you believe her because you’ve been there before

you become more open to the siblings

you become very protective of Lucy when you go to Narnia because you know about it

Both of you confess after you get injured in the battle (LWW battle)

[edgessunflower]

Lucy Pevensie Masterlist

In progress

[snowberriies]

i want this oml lucy is a cutie

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

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[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ silly block game ]❜

ft. lucy pevensie, edmund pevensie, susan pevensie, peter pevensie (seperate) x gn! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ playing minecraft with the pevensie siblings┊1.5k words

setting: modern au, no mentions of narnia contains: fluff & crack, modern alternate universe, they are children in the image but ages are unspecified (so it could be romantic or platonic), mentions of in-game player & pet deaths,

➤ author's note: i had a dream that peter died in my arms while we were playing minecraft and decided to write cute headcanons when i woke up like a loser

━━━ .°˖✧ lucy pevensie ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ favorite biome - cherry grove, favorite mob - frogs, favorite flower - lily of the valley, favorite wood - birch, favorite block - moss

╰₊✧ she takes her time when it comes to completing the game and may take forever to get to the end dimension, prefering to play on peaceful mode so that she can focus on exploring and creating with keep inventory on since she doesn’t want to stress out about playing, enjoying everything it has to offer and will continuously pause on making progress to admire the scenery (but sometimes she turns it on easy mode to give her a little challenge when caving). oddly enough, even if the difficulty was on hard mode, she never seems to encounter any hostile mobs and they all decide to attack you instead while mining. it’s not an uncommon occurrence for her to tell you that she found her eighth patch of diamonds only for you to scream in response because you found a zombie spawner. she’ll manage to make it out of a pillager outpost without losing so much as half a heart while you’re looking like a pincushion, how does she do it?

╰₊✧ more of a farmer player who is mesmerized by all the different types of flowers and will have a goal of harvesting all of them to make colorful fields that stretch on for longer than your render distance will allow you to see. she’s most excited about updates that have new plants, wood types, and animals, keeping pets of all kinds even if they aren’t meant to be domesticated! her base is practically a zoo and is always full of life just like she is, yet it still naturally blends in with the area so well that it seems naturally generated at first glance. on a creepier note, the more hidden areas might have a skull or two placed to fit an overgrown and abandoned aesthetic, but at least it’s pretty with all of the spore blossoms!

╰₊✧ lucy hates villager trading farms with a passion, finding them too inhumane despite the fact that the villagers are npcs without sentience of any sort. it breaks her heart to see them in such cramped living conditions whose only purpose is for trade, so she’ll work on freeing them while you’re offline. she’ll spend hours upon hours gathering materials in secret to build a nicer village than the one they formally resided in before dismantling your system, with a good amount of iron golems to protect them from hostile mobs since she didn’t want to restrict them by building a fence or walls. (don’t worry, all of them are named and she’s kept a book on all of their trades so that you can keep track! the hard part is only tracking them down, but the big village is a thousand times better than the ugly trading hall you had before).

━━━ .°˖✧ edmund pevensie ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ favorite biome - ice spikes, favorite mob - horses, favorite flower - torchflower, favorite wood - dark oak, favorite block - prismarine

╰₊✧ he enjoys speedrunning, the only thing standing between him and being on the leaderboard is minor slip-ups that cost the entire game. he tends to get too cocky, especially once he’s gathered all he needed from the nether fortress and prematurely celebrates before a blaze knocks him off the edge, so you bet that you’re going to hear him come up with the most creative insults you would ever hear over the discord call (not including swears because he will be scolded for his language by someone in his house). his best record of beating the game is around forty minutes, nothing to gawk at, but something that he’s very proud of after all of his practice.

╰₊✧ if it’s not a world dedicated to that, where he doesn’t need to build a base, then he’ll place down all of the essentials and call it a day without a roof over his head. it’s not like he can actually get wet from the rain or sunburn from the sun, so he doesn’t bother and just lives like that until you persuade him to at least dig out a hole in a mountain to keep away from night-time mobs and expand whenever needed. his scattered chests are a mess, by the way, you can’t find anything while he just spam clicks and glazes over the screen to find something in his strange little system. he insists that he knows where everything is and that organization isn’t needed.

╰₊✧ also a total prankster, but will never blow up builds or destroy anything of yours because he knows how much time you put into it for a minute of amusement. he likes watching where you log out and trapping you in that spot with obsidian, something that you can easily get out of with a pick but is still annoying enough for him to get a kick out of it. once he wasn’t sure where the exact spot was, so he spent an entire real-life night meticulously encasing the area in glass and then flooding every block of air with water. he wondered multiple times if the effort was worth it in the process, but he cried tears of laughter when you couldn’t get out at all since you drowned before you could break the glass and then swim out. it was an endless cycle of “died by drowning” until you offered him a chest of iron blocks for your freedom.

━━━ .°˖✧ susan pevensie ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ favorite biome - mountains, favorite mob - foxes, favorite flower - rose bushes, favorite wood - mangrove, favorite block - quartz

╰₊✧ has mixed feelings on redstone, something that makes so much yet so little sense. it’s something that she likes to think that she mastered quickly, but you can always hear her muttering under her breath about how an entire contraption broke because of something dumb like the repeater being a tick off. she always covers up these machines with big, elaborate builds in a unique gothic style that you’ve only seen from her— although most of these builds are hollow since she doesn’t know how to design the interior, leaving entire towns empty until she lets you fill them up with various shops and villagers to make it feel more lived-in.

╰₊✧ refuses to throw anything away and maybe has a bit of a hoarding tendency, you cannot convince her to toss so much as a rotten potato into the lava because she “might need it in the future” even though it’s the most worthless item in the game. her storage system is immense and conscientiously organized with item frames and color signs while practically overflowing, but she has copious amounts of everything and is very generous when it comes to sharing as long as you ask beforehand! (as a result, her least favorite mobs are creepers because she needs to sort out the damaged chests before everything disappears, a complete nightmare)

╰₊✧ has god-like accuracy with any projectiles and has mending on her bow because she hates how expensive it is to get a new one with maxed-out enchantments and argues about how it’s so much better than infinity once she made the switch. you need an inventory slot with at least one arrow anyway, so why can’t you just have the full stack when you can always pick up more by killing skeletons? it may be a bit pretentious of her, but she might mock you that you just have a skill issue when she sees you being a bad shot before giving you some tips on how to improve.

━━━ .°˖✧ peter pevensie ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ favorite biome - fields, favorite mob - dogs/wolves, favorite flower - oxeye daisy, favorite wood - spruce, favorite block - diamond ore

╰₊✧ from “the sky’s the limit” to “whatever floats your goat,” the game isn’t done until he’s gotten all of the achievements no matter how stupid they may be! he’s pretty serious about completing, but once he’s finished, you can see him start goofing off and being more ridiculous. unlike his brother who plays the pranks, he tends to be the victim of them and can’t get revenge at all because his traps are a bit obvious (lucy always helps him out in that department). on the other hand, he’s great at pvp and fighting mobs, best with a sword, and likes to start raids to fight for fun with the “hero of the village” effect being a massive ego boost as well.

╰₊✧ his builds are pretty boring and cramped since he never upgrades it as needed, his house is really just a box made out of planks from the surrounding area. he didn’t think that you could create anything pleasing to the eye in a game where everything is made from cubes, so you’ll need to open his eyes to the fact that he can construct whatever he wants and how the only limit is his creativity. he won’t advance any further than using two different types of woods and including cobblestone, it simply isn’t his strong suit and he would much rather spend his time exploring and slaying his enemies instead.

╰₊✧ he has so many dogs, it’s not even funny, you need to turn down the volume for passive mobs whenever you’re at his base because they are barking nonstop. it’s not intentional either, he just somehow constantly forgets that feeding them makes them breed and can’t ever resist not giving them some steak when they tilt their heads at him. he gave up on naming all of them since he didn’t have enough tags and dying all of their collars after building a separate home for them, but the original ones that he tamed in the wild remain in his bedroom. despite the number of dogs, he refuses to take any of them on adventures with them because he will cry when unnamed number two hundred-something dies after sniffing lava and holds a funeral with a proper burial place.

[saltwaterburns]

giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair while being 3 hours into peter pevensie edits

[ayyeitssarahh]

Day 3: Peter Pevensie X Reader: Mirror Sex

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A/n: Apologies for this being super late. Writer's block is ass. Also sorry for it being short. 18+ Smut

Warnings: Smut, Mirror sex. P in V.

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It's ten minutes till dinner and I'm in my room finishing up getting ready. Smoothing down my dress in the mirror. Lucy and Susan are sitting on the bed chatting to each other and waiting for me so we can all walk down together. 

“You look fine Y/n.” Susan says. Lucy nods in agreement. 

“Thank you. Just want to make sure it looks okay I mean, Peter is down there and I just..I want to look nice you know?” I say nervously. 

Susan gets off the bed and walks over to me, “I get it, but it’s Peter we’re talking about. He won’t care.” She said, rubbing my back in comfort. 

“I still don’t understand your crush on my brother Y/n.” Lucy says also getting off the bed. 

I rolled my eyes, “Of course you won't Lu, he’s your brother” I said. She just smiles and shakes her head. 

I take one more look in the mirror and then turn around and take a big breath. “Alright, I'm ready. Let’s go.” I said 

We all turn around and leave the bedroom, walking down the stairs. I can hear grunting and rustling. We get down stairs and see the boys. Edmund and Peter, wrestling each other. 

Me and Lucy look at each other and roll our eyes. We stand there for another minute before Susan clears her throat. They stop, and slowly turn their heads to see us standing there. 

I cross my arms and raise my eyebrows. “What,are you boys doing?” I ask. 

They scramble off the ground and dust off their clothes, Edmond clears his throat, “we were just messing around.” he said nonchalantly. 

“Of course you were.” I said back. I look over at Peter to see him staring at me but when he notices me looking he clears his throat and looks away. 

“We should head to dinner. It’s almost 8 and Ms.Chatham said the food is almost ready.”He said, heading to the dining room. 

We all follow him. Taking our places at the table. Ms.Pevensie is already there. 

“About time children. Ms.Chatham is about to bring out the food. Sit, sit.” She said,

“Apologies Mum, we lost track of the time.” Peter said. 

“It's quite alright but do not make a habit of this.” She said in a warning tone. 

As she finished this. The food started coming out. The servers, Justine and Mikey, start plating everyone. Starting with Ms.Pevensie, seeing as she is at the head of the head, then Peter and I since we are on the right side of the table. Susan is at the other end and Edmund and Lucy are on the other side. 

“Thank you Justine and Mikey. You are excused until dessert.: Ms Pevensie said. 

They quickly walked back to the kitchen and we began to eat. Dinner time is quiet as usual. Everyone is too hungry to enjoy conversation. 

As I'm taking a bite of the pasta, I feel a breath on my ear. 

“You look lovely tonight Y/n.” Peter whispers in my ear. 

I Blush and nod, “Thank you Pete.” I said back

He smiles and we go back to eating.

We all finish the meal in silence. 

Justine comes out a few minutes later to collect pur plates. 

“Excuse me for a moment. I need to use the restroom” I say standing up. 

The bathroom is down the hall and then when you turn left it's the 3rd door. It's a good distance from the bathroom. 

I go about my business in the restroom. Washing my hands and drying them. As I open the door to leave. I get pushed back in. 

“Woah!” I yell. Looking up to see Peter closing and locking the door. 

“Pete, What the hell are you doing?” I asked. 

He looks at me for a sec before slowly walking towards me. 

“I don’t know. I just..can’t get the image of you in this dress,” he takes a finger and runs it down my side, “out of my head” He whispers. 

My breath hitches and my mouth gaps a little. 

‘W-what do you mean?” I ask. 

He looks me up and down and then looks me in my eyes. 

“I think you know what I mean darling.” He says. His face is getting closer to mine. 

My eyes close slightly as he gets closer and closer. His lips ghost over mine, and his hands grip my waist. 

Just as I think he's gonna kiss me, he quickly turns me around and pushes me up against the sink so we’re now looking at each other through the mirror. 

“What are you doing?” I ask. Try to wiggle free. 

“What I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” He responds. Giving my neck slow kisses.  

My head tilts back unconsciously. 

His right hand trails down to the hem of the dress and pulls it up over my waist. Still placing kisses on my neck, he moves his hand to my panties, hooking his finger under and dragging them down. 

I open my eyes slightly and make eye contact with him in the mirror. 

My hand reaches back and grips his cock, slowly rubbing it for a few seconds before pulling it out and rubbing it on my entrance. 

He hisses and his head tilts slightly. He removes my hand and takes over, slowly pushing inside me. I moaned, but I guess too loudly because he had to put a hand over my mouth. 

“Quiet darling. Don’t wanna get caught now do we?” He asks. I shake my head quickly. 

He starts off slowly before picking up the paste. 

“Imma take my hand off now, think u can stay quiet?” He asked. 

I nod and he takes his hand off and puts it on the waist with the other one. 

Starting to pump faster I lean over the sink, needing to grip something. My hand came in contact with the already semi steamy mirror. 

He groans slightly “Oh god, i'm gonna come darling. I-I need you to come with me baby. Can you do that?” He asks hurriedly. 

I nod. “Uh huh, Yes yes yes.” I whisper, my voice cracking. 

“Okay baby,” he says, pumping as fast as he can, “On the count of three baby, come with me.” He says. 

“1” His hands move to my shoulders for a better grip. 

“2” My right hand is still gripping the mirror, my left grips his arms. 

“3” He says and we both let go, I moan so loud he has to turn my head and kiss me to shut me up. 

When he finally stops thrusting, we both pause for a minute to take a deep breath. My body slumps against the sink and he slowly pulls out. 

He puts himself away and then turns me around. He helps me pull my panties back up and fix my dress before grabbing my face and giving me a passionate kiss. 

I gasp as I pull away. “How, how long have you wanted to do that?” I ask. 

He rubs my face with his thumb “Since I met you in year 9” He says and smiles. 

I smile back. 

“I’m pretty sure it's already obvious but if it’s not. I like you Y/n. Alot.” He says. 

“I like you too Pete.” I say back. Blushing and reaching up to give him another kiss. 

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Narnia - my childhood - I love this!

NARNIA CHARACTERS HUGS

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   ੈ✩‧₊˚  A/N: inspired by @cherryys-stuff version of this

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Peter Pevensie

Peters hugs are warm. He wraps you up in his arms, holding you tight, rubbing your back and resting your head on his shoulder. While he has his arms around you, you feel yourself begin to grow warmer from his body heat and warm summery aura combined. He seems to be saying everything will turn out fine.

Susan Pevensie

Susan’s hugs are awkward, but firm. She gently pulls you into her, not wanting to hurt you or squeeze to tight. With her arms loosely holding you, it makes the hug awkward. But somehow as she’s barely touching you, she’s also holding you against her firmly and comfortingly. It seems like she’s saying I care about you.

Edmund Pevensie

Edmunds gives side hugs. He never fully embraces you, or anyone for that matter. No one seems to know why. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to lose the way everyone seems him, or maybe he just likes side hugs more. Whichever one it is, nothing stops him from giving side hugs. Smiling at you and whispering random jokes, trying to get you to laugh as he has an arm around your waist or shoulders. It seems like he’s saying you’ll be okay.

Lucy Pevensie

Lucy gives the best hugs. She flings herself at you, squeezing you tightly as she laughs joyfully. She asks you about your day, if you’ve eaten, if you’ve drunken anything, she checks up on you! She’ll listen if you’ve had a bad day, threatening to do horrid things to anyone who’s pissed you off, and comforting you after. She seems to be saying everything will work out in the end.

Caspian

Caspian gives comforting hugs. He doesn’t… fully hug you, like Edmund, but it doesn’t count as a side hug! Unlike Edmund, he stands in front of you and tightly wraps a single arm around your shoulder, the other one reaching up to play with your hair. He studies your face as he does this, asking if you’re alright, much like Lucy, but analyzing you to catch a slight sign of you lying. He gently kisses your forehead after, smiling at you softly before running off to do something. It always seems like he’s saying take a break, you deserve it.

[wrenwreads]

a glass... or two!

sick of seeing his little brother and their best-friend just simply ogle at each other, peter decides to take matters into his own hands.

request for @edmundpevensielover : EDMUND PEVENSIE X READER

LOTS OF FLUFF AND ED AND READER HIDE THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER MAYBE SHE (READER) GETS TRICKED BY PETER (AT THE PEVENSIES' CHRISTMAS PARTY) TO DRINK AND SHE (READER) GETS DRUNK AND MAKES OUT WITH EDMUND AND THEY PRETEND IT DIDN'T HAPPEN AND SUSAN CATCHES THEM MAKING OUT AGAIN.

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warning/s: mentions of alcohol and reader being drunk a bit tipsy

genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers (or is it?)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this has been in my requests for god knows how long, i do apologise for only getting to it now. i did change it up a bit from what anon originally requested, hope that's okay!

How do you make two obviously in love individuals realise their feelings for each other when the said two individuals are also too oblivious for their own good?

That was the same question Peter had going on in his head.

It has been too long.

Way too long since his little brother — Edmund, admitted he has feelings for Y/N — someone he has grown close to over the years, who also happens to be Edmund’s best friend since forever. Also including the fact that same Y/N did the exact same thing Edmund did, only a week later.

Some would say that Peter is in a huff. Jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed as he walks down the halls of the castle towards the library. A bit too niche of a topic for him to be in a huff about — but he's only human after all, and only wants happiness for the two. Gratefully, as a king, he can hide the reason behind his frustration by blaming his duties �� claiming they were starting to get too much. People seem to buy it, except for two. 

“Peter, are you alright? You’ve been sighing like a mad man since you sat down.”

Lucy’s question only had the young king sighing again, not missing the way Lucy and Susan shared a glance before him.

“It’s those two,” he answers, nodding towards the two figures who had seemed to tuck themselves against each other under one of the castle’s big library shelves.

Both Lucy and Susan follow Peter’s gaze, faux fatigue lacing their shoulders as they watch Y/N and Edmund share fond looks to each other as they immerse into a novel. Y/N was holding the book, conveniently keeping it up between the two of them to read. Edmund had himself stood as support for the young girl who had relaxingly rested upon his chest, his arm behind her — flat against the surface to keep his weight on, allowing both of them to stay upright.

It would be a moment for couples — only if they were one.

“Who do you think will confess first?” Lucy loudly wondered. Although, not too loud to pop the bubble Edmund and Y/N had themselves in. Peter hummed, suddenly alert as if he wasn’t just huffing a few minutes ago. His sisters looked at him, eyes waiting for him to say something.

“What? Isn’t it obvious? I’m sure Y/N will say something first.”

Susan silently scoffs, mouth opening as if someone had just offended her. “Don’t think so lowly of Edmund, would you? I know it’s going to be him.”

“Ed, do you know what colours Peter’s planning for this year?” the young woman asks as she welcomes herself into Edmund’s bedroom. Upon hearing no answer and only the sounds of water running, she assumes he’s still busy giving himself a wash. Thinking he’ll be taking a while, she sits on the four-poster — fussing herself around as she gets comfortable, crossing her legs underneath herself. Relaxing in her seat, she opens the book she had on her hold — continuing where she had left off.

Getting herself lost in the plot, she fails to realise the sound of water stopping nor the fact that Edmund had come out of the washroom and had asked a question himself. It was only when the mattress beneath her dipped did she look up from her page, seeing Edmund looking fresh — wet hair dripping all over his sheets. “You’re not laying down with wet hair, are you?” Y/N asks, eyes narrowing at the sly smile growing on Edmund’s face. “No.” he simply answered, further provoking her as he slowly ascends on to his pillows.

Y/N only sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands up from her position to grab the stray towel the boy had half-mindedly discarded. “Come on,” she says, tapping his thigh lightly, “this way you won’t be waking up tomorrow, complaining about a mind-blowing head ache you have.”

Edmund scoffs at her dramatics, swinging his legs off to the edge of the bed. Y/N settles herself between his thighs, hands under the towel as she carefully dries Edmund’s hair.

He sighs, eyes closing and his hands making its way to her waist. He keeps them there, finding himself getting drowsy at the feeling of Y/N’s fingers through his hair and the soft humming she emits. “I like it when you dry my hair for me,” he whispers, eyes still closed. Y/N laughs softly, giving his hair once last swipe before putting the towel aside. Combing the strands lightly, she finishes her routine with a soft kiss to his head. “I know you do.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself this year, Pete! The party’s amazing!”

Peter laughs, amused at the unnecessary volume Y/N spoke. “I can hear you perfectly you know. No need to shout,” he teases, laughing again at the pout forming on her lips. “Do you know where Edmund went?! I’ve been looking for him all night, I have something to say to him!”

His eyes widen at the girl’s question. Could this finally be it?

As if on cue, Edmund presents himself — although a bit tipsy himself, not as much as Y/N is though. “What’s going on?”

“Ed!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around Edmund’s torso. The boy manages to catch himself from falling, giggling to himself as he too reciprocates the hug. “Oh dear, how many have you had?”

Y/N removed herself from Edmund, hands on her hips as she appears to be deep in thought. Edmund looks at his brother for an answer, only that Peter remains silent. Raising his arms halfway up in the air feigning innocence. She suddenly gasps in her place, quickly spinning around to face Peter. “You gave me two! And then… I think I grabbed another two. And maybe… Idunnoanymore, Ithink…” her words began slurring into each other, earning a chuckle from both brothers. Edmund feels himself slowly sobering up at her antics, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. “It’s bed time, don’t you think?”

“No… nonono, notyet—”

Peter remains silent from where he had stood himself, not before moving a little further away from where the pair were standing. He watches as Edmund remains calm, a dopy smile on his face as he dotes on you and your blabbing. He mentally pats himself on the back, triumph enveloping him as he hopes his initial plan of getting you together (finally) happens.

“Come on, my love, just a few more steps…” Edmund encourages, guiding his very drunk girlfriend back to his bedroom in one piece.

One day he’ll get Peter’s head for this.

As soon as the door opens — Y/N escapes Edmund’s grasp, almost catapulting herself onto the bed. She relaxes herself, taking a few deep breaths in before sitting back up. “Do you think… they know?” she hiccups, eyes barely open to look at Edmund.

Edmund feels his heart swell at the sight, his eyes giving nothing but love as he slowly helps Y/N get ready for bed. “I don’t think so,” he begins, wiping a damp wash cloth over her face – a hand gingerly placed under her chin to keep her from swaying. “But I do think Peter wants us to quicken up a bit, be together officially. Maybe that’s why he gave you too many to drink.”

She lets out a small huff, a pout on her lips. “But we already are together, Ed. It’s not our fault they remain oblivious.”

“I know, my love. What about we tell them tomorrow? How does that sound? Surprise them during breakfast, hm?”

Y/N laughs, a sound never failing to sound like music to Edmund’s ears. “That’s… good…” yawns break her words apart. Edmund slowly guides her to lay down, ensuring his actions are not too sudden for her to suddenly feel nauseous. “Let’s go to bed then, now, shall we?”

Not even finished with his sentence and Y/N’s were already closed, hands tugging onto the blankets to snuggle herself in further. Edmund smiles, standing up from where he perched onto the edge of the bed to now get himself ready. Right as he enters the washroom, a question is suddenly asked.

 “Ed, are you even drunk?”

He just laughs, not having the heart yet to tell you that he had caught on to Peter’s game very early on to the night. Not that he can for your soft snores had followed your question aright after.

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