#mr tumnus x reader

[luvlorn]

my hero [tumnus]

word count: 1.0k

pairing: tumnus x reader

warnings: poor writing

a/n: i don’t like how this turned out, but i made due with a very little plot line. all i ask is if you request something, please give me a bit of a plot to work with :)

request: Mr. Tumnus with a shy s/o if you're comfortable? no body writes for him, lol

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you had grown up in narnia, raised by beaver who took you in from a young age. you weren’t exactly sure how you ended up in narnia, but it really didn’t matter. you were a narnian; despite the fact one might see you and think you were a human. 

technically, you were human, but as far as you were concerned, you identified solely as narnian. though if anyone identified you as a human, you likely wouldn’t speak otherwise.

so when the real daughters of eve and sons of adams arrived at your doorstep, you were shocked. they all looked surprised to see you, a human, in narnia; though none of them treated you as anything other than a narnian. they accepted you as you were; a loyal fighter in their army, and for that you were grateful. 

you, along with the beavers, helped them escape the wolves, and soon you all found yourselves in aslan’s camp; a place filled with creatures of all sorts.

it was no shock when the white witch’s army stormed your base. you had all prepared as much as you can; weapons, armour and steeds had been distributed throughout the army. 

you stood with the younger son of adam, edmund, with your bow at the ready. you nodded to him, and he nodded to his older brother. the gryphons began their attack, and the witch’s army began to attack, yours following shortly after peter’s command. 

you waited patiently for edmund’s signal, before releasing the wave of arrows the lot of you had launched. you bid him a quick farewell and a quiet “stay safe, my lord” before taking off down to fight with the other narnians. 

you wielded a sword well, beaver having trained you from young, knowing the prophecy would one day come true. you ran straight into battle, fighting valiantly alongside your people. you took out each attacker coming your way, but you quickly came to the realization you were severely outnumbered. 

you were sure everyone around you was coming to the same realization, as everyone fought the exhaustion nipping at them and fought as hard as they could. 

as the battle raged around you, the weight of the sword seemed to become heavier with every swing. you landed strong blows, though your movements were much slower than when you had started fighting. still, you refused to give into the exhaustion, seeing as no one else was; you weren’t weak, and too much was at risk to give up now. 

you were starting to give into temptation, before you heard a loud roar echo across the field of battle, and briefly saw aslan tackle the white witch. a sudden adrenaline floods your system as you saw a large wave of narnians come up from where aslan once stood.

you were fighting a warrior when you heard a cry of pain, slightly distracting you for a moment and letting your guard down, when you turned, you saw a weapon aimed directly at your abdomen, seconds away from piercing your skin when you saw a figure appear from behind you, quickly stabbing your attacker and taking him down easily. 

“you’d best watch yourself.” a male voice piped up, and you turned to face your saviour, when you saw stunning brown curls and big brown eyes. you blushed, opening your mouth to say something when you saw a soldier coming up behind him. 

you quickly pulled out your bow and an arrow, “get down!” you told him, and he obliged, the arrow flying past where he was once stood and taking out the soldier. 

subconsciously, the two of you stuck together, fighting side by side until finally, you’d won. the war was finally over, and you felt a great weight lifted off your shoulders. 

you turned to your earlier saviour, only to find he was already looking at you. he seemed to be shamelessly checking you out. you suddenly felt very self-conscious, and unable to help yourself, you turned bright red. he noticed, and a prideful smile lit up his features- for what, you were unsure.

he stepped closer to you, and stuck his hand out politely. “i’m tumnus.” he introduced, and you shyly smiled at him, softly taking and shaking his hand. you glanced over his features, though you were surprisingly unphased by his legs and horns. 

he was still gorgeous, you thought. “y/n.” you replied, your gaze moving to your feet. 

“well y/n, it’s nice to meet you. must i say, you’re quite good with a sword.” he complimented, and your blush deepened. 

“thank you.” you muttered; social situations were not your forte. 

suddenly lucy came bounding from nowhere, “mr. tumnus! you’ve met y/n, aren’t they great?!” you bit your lip, embarrassed by all the sudden attention. you grew up solely with beaver and his wife, and rarely you would see badger. 

you never had much social interaction outside of the dam, so this was something you were not used to, and you were slightly uncomfortable. you knew lucy meant no harm however, and tried your best to smile as convincingly as possible. 

“they are great, aren’t they?” tumnus replied, using a teasing tone lucy didn’t quite catch. she giggled and nodded, before excusing herself to help the narnian soldiers with her cordial. 

“she’s quite something, isn’t she?” he asked you, and you nodded. 

“she’s delightful.” you replied, smiling as you watched the young girl bound from one injured to another, beaming with pride at her capability to assist. 

“as are you.” he said smoothly, and you choked, taken aback by his comment. tumnus began to laugh at your state, proud at his successful attempt to make you smile. “you know, you can talk to me. i won’t bite.” he said, and though his tone was joking, you knew he was being sincere. 

“sorry, i’m not really used to this whole.. socializing thing.” you replied, and though you didn’t mean it to be funny necessarily, he laughed, and you joined in, slowly feeling more comfortable with him as the time passed. 

“i think you and i are going to get along very well.” he stated, and as you both exchanged smiles, you couldn’t help but agree with him. this was going to be interesting.

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ where were you, before we met? ]❜

ft. mr tumnus x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ tumnus encounters an unconscious stranger in the snow, a flower nymph┊1.7k words

setting: the age of winter (the lion, the witch, & the wardrobe) contains: love at first sight for tumnus, talks of species extinction, flowers are the reader’s choice, probably inaccurate lore, mentions/implications of death (?), rushed ending

➤ author's note: why are there so few tumnus fics when he’s so cute?

the faun wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, finding a young woman lying asleep in the freezing with nothing but a thin, tattered coat and surrounding snow to protect you. white flakes stuck to your hair and eyelashes, completely unmoving and making him fear that he came across a corpse while exploring the woods too deeply. he had to examine you more closely to check if you were still alive and jumped back when he found that you were indeed still breathing, feverish to the touch even instead of being as cold as stone. he certainly couldn’t just leave you here to die when you were clearly not built to endure the cold like he was, so he was quick to drop everything he was doing to carry you in his arms and bring you back to his humble abode.

he almost assumed that you were another daughter of eve at first glance, but now that he was looking more closely, he could see that you weren’t. besides, the chances of meeting another human just like the day before were even lower than impossible than meeting miss lucy pevensie before. you had pointed, leaf-like ears and barely noticeable green vine patterns swirling all over your skin. there was something enchanting about you that he couldn’t quite explain, an ancient and whimsical charm that sparkled in you with the beauty of a siren. despite not knowing your name, voice, or even eye color, he felt a strange connection to you as if he once met you in a dream. he didn’t understand why he felt this way, why his heart was beating do quickly for a stranger he was saving, but perhaps it was fated for the two of you to cross paths.

he was concerned about the fact that you didn’t come to at all while he was transporting you, not even so much as a twitch of the nose. he half-expected you to start squirming or maybe even attack him out of panic, but you were as still as sleeping beauty until he set you down in his armchair and started the fire before tossing a woolen blanket over you. he watched you anxiously while making something hot to drink, not sure how you would react to waking up in a strange place with a strange narnian.

the heat of the flames melted away the rigidness of your body and the remnants of snow that clung to you, returning the sensitivity of your nerves and allowing you to feel the softness of the fabrics you were enveloped in. you stirred in place before finally opening your eyes, looking confused on how you woke up in someone’s home when you collapsed in the forest. movement in the far corner caught your attention, slowly turning your head to find a handsome, shy-looking faun bringing you a cup of tea with a few cookies on the same tray.

“oh, you’re awake! here, have some tea, you’ll need your strength,” he hastily placed everything on the table next to you and went to tend to the fire, almost as if he was scared to speak to you face-to-face. “i’m sorry for dragging you all this way, you seemed awfully cold in this weather— well, it’s been this weather since forever and you actually seemed awfully lifeless— my name is tumnus, by the way,” he promptly smacked his face, realizing that he had started rambling and said something inappropriate for the situation by saying you looked ‘lifeless’. why does he always lose composure so easily?

you opened your mouth to thank him for saving you, but you were unable to speak, your voice being hoarse and your throat drier than a dessert. embarrassed, you simply picked up the cup and drank the entire thing without sparing a single drop, the piping hot liquid providing a soothing remedy for all of your ailments and the floral aroma healing you. all the tension in your body was released and any previous anxieties you might have had about the faun vanished, quickly replaced with gratitude to him for saving your life. besides, such an adorably kind fellow who lives in such a quaint space and gives such wonderful handmade treats couldn’t possibly have bad intentions or have done anything punishable by the law like treason!

with renewed vitality, the dull green marking your skin began to glow a viridescent emerald and flowers began to bloom, entangling with your locks as well as sprouting in small groups all over the ground of the hallowed cave. tumnus could only look in amazement, both at how beautiful you were and at the sudden appearance of plants in his home. he carefully touched the delicate petals of the new growth and felt a strong sense of nostalgia, remembering a memory that he thought was long lost of his father wrestling in the grass with him in a grassy field littered with the same blossoms that were currently flourishing. it brought so much color to the place and it felt so nice to have more living things in his place, but he paused and looked up at you in wonder, “i thought… i thought all of the flower nymphs died out a year after the age of winter started.”

“i don’t know how either, i simply woke up from a deep sleep and started running until i passed out from exhaustion when i realized that there wasn’t anyone around for miles,” you explained, moving the blanket off of you now that you were at a much more comfortable temperature. “it was like i was hibernating until i woke up in an empty cave, but the last thing i remember was…” your eyes suddenly flashed with fear, “that woman… jadis… is she the reason it’s still snowing when it should be spring right now? i… sort of recall…”

“well. she’s actually known as the ‘white witch’ now,” he scoffed, unsure of when he grew the balls to talk poorly of her when just the thought of her terrified him, “and depending on who you ask, she’s the queen of narnia… for the past hundred years…”

“a hundred years… i’ve been asleep for a hundred years?” you gasped and stood up so quickly that you felt lightheaded, nearly falling over in the process and making the faun run over to catch you before settling you back into the chair. “i need to go! i need to look for my family and friends!”

“but you don’t even know if they are still alive! as far as everyone else knows— as far as i knew until a few minutes ago, flower nymphs have been extinct! the tree nymphs have picked their sides in the war while water nymphs have been frozen under the ice! besides, i shudder to think of what she’ll do if she finds you when rumors have it that she kills anyone or anything that reminds her of other seasons when they’ve been banned.”

the mere concept of an entire season being banned used to be laughable as all four seasons were harmonized and perfectly balanced, but now it was a very real nightmare in naria now that there is a new ruler… or at least she’s new to you. you began to tear up at the thought that everyone you once knew could be dead unless a miracle had occurred like it did with you, a miracle that you couldn’t even explain since you knew nothing about it. all of the creatures that live under the water could survive the winter season as they always have, but that was only for a handful of months… could any of them withstand an entire century or were their corpses simply frozen in time under the sheets of ice?

he placed his hand over yours, calming your racing thoughts and recapturing your attention. something about him was so warm and comforting, immediately putting you at ease when you looked into his eyes that told you that everything would be fine. you took a deep breath and just savored the feeling of being safe, unsure why someone you’ve known for not even a fraction of the day made you feel secure, but it was completely welcome in this time of stress and turmoil.

“look, things are going to change soon,” he hasn’t told this to anyone yet, and he really shouldn’t be spilling at all, but he trusted you and was within the walls of his own home. “yesterday, i befriended a daughter of eve— a human named lucy pevensie,” he continued whispering as your eyes widened at the information. “she and her family may be the ones from the prophecy, the ones who will end the reign of the white witch and bring spring back to narina— but you mustn’t tell a soul.”

he made you pinky swear on it before you giggled, “i don’t have a soul to tell it to! i don’t even have a place to stay for the night!”

“you can stay with me! i-it’s not much, but it would be great to have company!” he blushed when he realized what he was offering you, but he doesn’t think he would have proposed this to anyone else. he barely knows a thing about you, but it didn’t really matter to him since it felt so natural. “o-only if you want to… of course…”

“that would be lovely,” you beamed a smile before it exploded into full-blown laughter that was so contagious that he laughed along with you. “prehaps i can even meet this ‘lucy pevensie’ soon!”

“oh, i know she would absolutely adore you!”

his cold, dark residence illuminated by nothing but the fireplace and candles suddenly seemed so bright, and you made him feel so much warmer than he has ever felt in a hundred years— he didn’t think it was possible yesterday, yet he had been proven wrong. he didn’t know if he was even allowed to feel such happiness when he once considered handing a young girl over to the secret police, but it wasn’t something that he was thinking about right now. all he was thinking about was how wonderful the past two days have been.

if only this warmth could have lasted forever… he could only hope that the young humans will keep you safe while he’s rotting in prison and that the two of you will be reunited soon…

[book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure]

Imagine: You and Tumnus fall for each other, but both refuse to tell the other, because you don’t think a human and a Faun would work out.

Request: “Could I please have a Tumnus(from Narnia)x human!reader imagine? Where the reader comes to Narnia and met him while he falls in love with her but he’s also scared because he thinks she can’t love a faun?” For Anon.

Tumnus’ POV

I was sitting in the throne room of Cair Paravel, the High King had called for a meeting, and of course, I was to attend. The problem was that Lady Y/N was also at the meeting, meaning I couldn’t focus on anything but her.

Two years ago, she and Queen Lucy had met me by the lamppost, I had invited them inside and we had immediately hit it off. After the White Witch’s curse had been lifted, Lady Y/N and I had grown much closer. She was my best friend and slowly but surely, I had fallen in love with her. I knew it was useless however, she was a human -and one of the most beautiful at that- she would never fall for a faun. The only thing that would come from admitting my feelings was a broken friendship, and I could never deal with that.

Y/N’s POV

The meeting is finally adjourned and you walk out, meeting Lucy just outside the throne room, “How was it?”

“Boring as usual,” You roll your eyes, causing the young girl to giggle.

“I bet you were staring at him the whole time,” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Shh!” Lucy was the only one who knew about your crush on Tumnus, and she was adamant about playing matchmaker.

He was your best friend, but the problem was, he was a faun. He would never fall for a human, and you knew the only that would come from admitting your feelings was a broken friendship, and you could never deal with that.

“What are you wearing Y/N?” Susan asks, as her little sister ravages through her dresses.

“My blue gown,” You smile. Tonight was the annual ball at Cair Paravel, and the three of you were deciding on outfits.

For the past few weeks, ever since the day of the meeting, Lucy had been even more obsessed with setting you up with Tumnus. Her words were really getting to you, so you decided that tonight would be the night you confessed your feelings to him. He was a good person, you knew that even if he didn’t feel the same way he’d never let things get awkward -or so you kept telling yourself for the past three days.

You were chatting with a few friends when you saw him coming in. You took a few deep breathes and Lucy gave you a little push, “Go Y/N.”

You approach him, “Hi!”

“Hello Lady Y/N,” He smiles, kissing the back of your hand, “You look wonderful.”

“Thank you.” The two of you stand in silence for a while, until you finally blurt, “Will you dance with me?”

He’s taken aback for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure and gives you a gentle smile, “Of course.”

He carefully leads you to the middle of the floor and pulls you in close. The two of you waltz alongside the other couples. Just as the song ends, he pulls you closer, and before you know what’s happening, his lips are against yours. This kiss is short and sudden, but it’s full of love, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what overcame me!” He quickly backs away.

“No, no, please don’t apologize! I’ve been waiting for you to do that for ages,” You blush slightly.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He smiles and pulls you back in for another dance.

The rest of the night is spent confessing your feelings, dancing until your feet hurt, and picturing your future together.

End.

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[retold-tales]

hello! I loved “The First Big Step” with Mr. Tumnus and i was wondering if i could request it as a longer story, like mr tumnus x reader? i just love the idea of him as a yandere. thanks so much!

You very welcome sweetheart

A Snowy Experience

Mr Tumnus x Pevenise Reader

Reader is 18

Summary: based on this post

The snow made your cheeks a rosey red and the snow snuck into your slippers causing a shiver run up your spine every few minutes the crinkleling of the snow as you started running the cold wind making your nose a light red you closed your eyes spinning in a open clearing spreading out your arms as you took in this new founded world

not noticing the piercing eyes staring at you from behind the tree only he watched you for a while and finally let you notice him after he stepped onto a branch you freaked out at first but slowly came to realize that he won't hurt you and was a friendly personhe led you to his house sharing small talk as he led you in side the sound of your voice getting him more inflatuated with you he offered tea and snacks getting you to spend much more time with him but you had to return to your siblings eventually but as you stepped out the door the effects of the tea took place feeling tired and dizzy falling into the cold and wet snow which he quickly and carefully brought you back inside into the living room close to the fire keeping you nice and toasty "I'm sorry yn this is the only way I can keep you safe" he murmured stroking your reddish cheek lightly he watched and waited for you to wake up, his breath hitched every time your breathe skipped a beat "yn, yn" his hand snapped away from you as he heard distance voices calling out for you he quickly layed a tender kiss on your lips before getting up and grabbed his dager his eyes turning a blood red you are his and his only not even your siblings can stand in his way.

[edgessunflower]

Hello, love. I saw you wrote for Mr Tumnus (Chronicles of Narnia), and boy I have a request!

I would like to ask for headcanons about dating him and being a warrior

constantly worrying about their safety

how he reacts when he sees them in armor for the first time

maybe they bring back trinkets for him and he has them displayed proudly in his little home

love languages

'courting'

the trope - what trope are they?

thank you and happy writing!

Oooh 🩵

Being with Tumnus is the best thing to happen to both of you and you loved each other dearly and you both knew you could never love anyone else like this

He is such a sweetheart from making breakfast in bed for you, bathing with you, and taking care of you when you're sick to teaching you how to play his double flute, playing his flute to you, and just holding you when you're upset whispering to and caressing you

He was worried when he found out you were a warrior for Narnia fighting evil with every risk of getting hurt and killed

He always felt his heart stop and never truly beat until you came back alive and well again making him hold in a long held breath and hold each other tightly

When you would come back injured in any condition he would be very worried not leaving your side until you were healed and waiting until you opened up about it if he knew you were going through trauma

The two of you remember when he saw you in armor for the first time getting up early to slowly get ready for battle against the white witch

He woke up hearing your armor rattle leaning up to see you finish putting your upper armour on with only your helmet left to put on in awe as you turn smiling at the look on his face

You always bring him gifts when you come back to him even if you're gone for a few minutes that he cherishes so much putting them around his home

Ranging in from a Seashell you found on The spot beach, A gem your grandmother gave you as a child, a painted jar with a small version of your hideout with a small love letter on the lid, to a small instrument which was half of a small piano and half of a clarinet, a wooden crown a little girl gave you, and a homemade sweater for him to wear in the cold

His love language would definitely be Acts of Service always making you tea, food, handing you a blanket when you're cold, giving you thin clothes if you're sick and don't wanna be hot under the covers, and always up for cuddling extra if you are in need of any

You're love language would definitely be Quality Time always enjoying the time you and him spend together even just the moments of quiet whether one is sleeping or doing things around the house or both of you sit in silence you're both smiling holding the other's hand or laying in their arms

The two of you took things slow when you realized you had feelings for each other making sure the other didn't feel uncomfortable and as time went on the bond grew more naturally and lovingly

The two of you would definitely Mutual Pining trope since you both had feelings for each other not too long after meeting through the young and sweet hearted Lucy Pevensie and becoming friends

[wodnikszuwarekx]

Mr Tumnus book and my version

drawings from last year by me

[rulettebitch]

would it be weird if i made some tumnus fanfiction? like... avoiding the beastiality... just some fluff? idkkkkk

[cherrygarcia-07]

🍎Apple Dumplin’ // Spencer Reid🍎

Spencer meets a quirky girl at a bookstore and is instantly smitten

pairing: spencer x kitschy! sunshine! reader (no y/n or pre-chose name though reader is nicknamed Apple)

genre: fluff

content: meet cute, spencer rambles about fungi and alice in wonderland, spencer being absolutely pathetically whipped

notes: i picture this as early seasons reid but it’s not specified, 3rd person but no physical descriptions of the reader besides what she’s wearing

word count: 2.3k

I love apple dumplin’ and i have other things planned for this so I hope you like it🫶

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Spencer often found himself in his favourite bookstore on his days off. It was small, quaint, tucked far away in the quiet side streets like a well kept secret. It was a magical hidden world you had to stumble across, and finding it felt like if you kept walking just that bit further you might feel the ground grow cold beneath your feet, the floor becoming the glistening snow of Narnia and if you listened closely you might just hear the faint trotting of Mr Tumnus in the distance. It was humble in size yet rich in the form of bookshelf upon bookshelf reaching floor to ceiling, the comforting woody smell of the pages filling them drifting through the air, encompassing Spencer in a gentle hug as it pulled him through the door. He took a sip of the coffee that seemed to be a permanent accessory of his, letting the warmth spread through his chest as he glanced over the leaves of the potted plants dotted around the store glowing in the warm light that shone from strings of fairy lights bordering the shelves. It was near silent, the words between the pages before him saying everything that needed to be said, though they were occasionally interrupted by a stifled cough or a sniffle from the shopkeeper leaning over a desk, sipping on coffee of his own. Spencer offered him a friendly smile, which was politely returned, before succumbing to the beckoning calls coming from the books before him, strolling over to raise his hand to their spines in greeting.

Where usually he would be drawn to textbooks and other non fiction works, today he found himself gazing upon the classics and fantasy novels, a habit of his after a rough case. While he loved to learn far more than he could ever express, sometimes he just needed a new world to lose himself in, someplace magical and adventurous, far, far away from the violent reality he found himself in far too often. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his job- he did-, but there was also an eternal childlike wonder within him yearning for the exciting freedom of swashbuckling pirates or for the thrilling tales of cowboys in the wild west. It was carefree, it was fearless, things that he could never allow himself to be but looked up to with boyish admiration, though this he’d never admit. Behind him, a bell rang signalling the entrance of another customer but he kept his eyes locked on the aged book spines in front of him, gold lettering jumping out at him and keeping him firmly in place.

Some time passed, spindly fingers having flicked through book after book, keen eyes having soaked up story after story as he gently pushed another back into its spot on the shelf. He stepped back slightly, eyes now looking up and scanning for something else to read when he rather roughly collided paths with someone behind him, the force of the crash bursting the bubble of tranquility he’d been so content in as a book dropped to the floor with a heavy thud.

‘Oh my goodness, I am so, so sorry!!” Spilled a sweet voice from the person beside him as Spencer instinctively ducked to the floor to retrieve her book.

As he prepared to stand up his eyes met a pair of bright red tights tucked into a similarly bright pair of green mary-jane shoes. Rising to his feet, he took in the complete kaleidoscope of colour staring back at him with wide, apologetic eyes outlined with sharp, brown wings and long, curled lashes. Shiny hair either side of colourfully clad shoulders bounced as she shook her head, apologising once again as she tried to adjust the apple shaped crossbody bag resting against her hip despite the stack of books in her arms.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it” Spencer said as he placed the book on top of the pile with a small smile.

“Are you hurt at all?” She asked, batting painted eyelids in his direction.

Spencer felt momentarily lost for words in her gaze, involuntarily letting out a quiet gasp as his brain scrambled to answer the simple question. The sudden ache in his chest probably didn’t qualify as a ‘yes’ anyway. He felt like asking if she had perhaps stepped out of one of the books he had been flicking through, her aura unlike anything he’d ever been in the presence of and he couldn’t help the way his heartbeat sped up and his stomach flipped.

Mouth opening and closing in a fish-like manner, he realised he still hadn’t answered her.

“Uh, um no- not at all. I- are you okay?” He choked out, trying to ignore the small wobble in his voice but then she smiled- a wide, enamouring smile that reached her twinkling eyes and he felt his breath catch in his throat as he took a long swig of coffee to soothe the feeling.

“Oh thank goodness! I’m just fine, don’t you worry about me.” Polka dotted nails twitched against the bottom book on the pile as she struggled to keep hold of the tower in her arms, clearly carrying more than she anticipated buying.

Spencer’s brows furrowed with intrigue as he took in the myriad of topics written on the spines: there was a cheesy romance novel or two; a book about plants and fungi; about astronomy and constellations; mythology; philosophy; and finally what looked like a collector’s edition of Alice In Wonderland, the book which he had picked off the ground for her. If she was studying anything specific he couldn’t tell what it was.

“Do you need a hand with those?” He asked, nodding towards the pile and a blush crept up his neck when she let out a candied giggle and said yes. Carefully, he took the top 3 books in one hand with his coffee in the other, leaving her with 4 which she could hold tucked in one arm instead.

“Thank you so much, you’re a life saver!” She beamed, introducing herself before adding, “but my friends call me Apple, bet you can’t guess why.” She joked, referencing the several apple themed accessories adorning her outfit.

Spencer had to admit she did kind of look like a fruit had grown legs and come to life, but it was endearing, refreshing.

Laughing, he responded, “I’m Spencer.” Usually he would be thankful both his hands were full to give him an excuse to refuse a handshake from a stranger yet for some reason with her he found himself cursing the fact, wanting to reach out for her hand and admire the chunky rings that sat around her fingers.

They turned around, heading to the counter side by side, a shy silence between the two of them until she tilted her head up at him, “oh, by the way I really like your mismatched socks” she said, nodding down to where one red and one green ankle peeked out of his converse. “We’re totally matching, I must’ve been destined to run into you today.”

At this, Spencer turned to face her, and if her words weren’t enough to completely fluster him, the newfound proximity to her face certainly was. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. She was indescribable, unlike anyone he had ever met. It wasn’t even conventional attractiveness, though she certainly had that too: it was the way she looked at him with nothing but kindness as if they had known one another forever; the way the freckles on her rosy cheeks bunched up as her grin illuminated her whole face; the way her eyes twinkled so clearly he felt the urge to throw away the astronomy book she still held for he could already see the constellations staring right back at him. He cringed at himself a little, realising how starved he must be to be so whipped from such a short interaction- but then again who wouldn’t feel the same after hearing that honey-like voice and that sugary laugh of hers. Blushing even harder than before, he quickly faced away from her again, keeping his head forward.

“Thank you. I uh, I like your outfit too. Very colourful.” He forced out, silently cursing himself for how simple his vocabulary had become around her.

“Really? Oh, that’s so sweet of you.” She beamed, and although Spencer couldn’t see it he could still feel the joyous energy radiating from her. “I’ve been told I’m kinda clown like, not that I mind. I guess I should learn some magic tricks or something to complete the look, huh?” Apple joked again, and Spencer’s ears turned pink as she giggled.

“Actually, if you were going to pursue modern clowning you’d need to tackle more than just magic tricks; like juggling, stilt walking or even ventriloquism-“ He cut himself off with a quick apology, not that she seemed to mind his impending ramble much to his surprise. “But I’m pretty good at practical magic myself if you ever need a tutor,” he humoured her before realising how oddly flirty that had sounded and if it were even possible he turned a whole shade redder as he resisted the urge to slap himself in the side of the head, now also feeling ridiculously uncool for having boasted about practical magic in the first place.

To his disbelief, she seemed almost impressed and said “well then, if I ever go into the magic business I know just who to call”, offering him a playful wink which he caught out of the corner of his eye, heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

Figuring it the best way to protect his brain from becoming mush entirely, he shifted the focus back to the books they now both carried.

“What are you studying, exactly?” He asked, clearing his throat and regaining some stability in his voice as they set the books down on the counter, the shopkeeper’s eyes darting between them with a seemingly amused look Spencer couldn’t quite place.

“Nothing in particular, actually.” She sighed fondly, tracing the spine of one of the books with a white and red nail, “I find myself interested in just about everything. There’s nothing better than curling up on the couch with some kind of encyclopaedia, I think.”

Spencer’s eyes fell back to the astronomy book on the counter as he wondered just where in the sky this shooting star of a woman had fallen from.

“No way, me too!” He exclaimed excitedly, feeling childishly giddy all of a sudden.

“At the risk of sounding like a nerd I’d say I’m pretty into fungi at the minute.” Apple looked away sheepishly, watching as the shopkeeper scanned her book on the very topic and placed it into a paper bag.

Picking up the copy of Alice In Wonderland, a grin tugged at Spencer’s lips. “Not at all, I find fungi fascinating myself. In fact, the Amanita Muscaria- more commonly known as the Fly Agaric or Fly Amanita- is heavily featured in Alice In Wonderland and is said to have been an inspiration in the creation of the story, so much so that the effects caused by it’s hallucinogenic properties are often referred to as ‘Alice In Wonderland syndrome’ as it distorts the consumers perception of reality much like it does in the novel.” He glanced up with a nervous smile on his face, embarrassed slightly at his inability to keep his ravings to himself and he hoped that he hadn’t bored the young woman beside him.

Much to the excitement of the butterflies in his stomach, Apple seemed enthused, nodding intently as she clung onto every word, and they flapped their wings hard, fluttering around in every direction as Spencer tried to catch his breath which had faltered once again in an attempt to calm them. Her skin seemed to glow under the light of the string lights of the bookstore, like some kind of eccentric angel sent down just for him and he noticed how the fruity scent of her perfume waltzed around the room, mingling with the earthy smell of the books in a heavenly dance, like they were meant to be, her world and his. He traced the line of her jaw with his eyes as she turned to pay the shopkeeper, it’s shape surely carved by only the finest of craftsmen, the same one who must’ve been responsible for the elegant shape of her nose that ended in a curve atop the cupids bow of her soft, pink lips.

A delicate hand reached over the counter, retrieving the bag of books with a smile and a sugary ‘thank you’ that rang in Spencer’s ears like wedding bells.

“You know, I work at the bakery across the street from here. You have to come in sometime and pick something out, as a thanks for helping me today.” She spoke, gesturing out the window to a cosy looking pale yellow building with chalk drawings of apples and flowers in the window.

“You don’t have to do that, it was nothing really.” Spencer murmured bashfully, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“It was gentlemanly.” Apple tilted forward in her kitschy shoes, forcing him to meet her gaze, which he struggled to do so given the way these 3 words had managed to turn him to jelly where he stood, “I want to pay you back.” She batted her lashes at him once again, as if she knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to her.

A breathy chuckle escaping him, Spencer agreed and felt his heart swell as she squealed in delight, waving goodbye as she turned on her heels and practically skipped out the door.

In a daze, he returned to the books he had been browsing earlier, only to leave empty handed because what story could possibly compare to the fairy tale he had just experienced right there?

[luunaz]

[When you come back, part 2] Peter Pevensie

pairing: Peter Pevensie x reader

type: angst 🍂

warning: the death of the main character

part 1

The clash of swords and human speech could be heard outside the castle gates. You gripped your sword in your hands and looked back at your soldiers behind you. It was a small group of centaurs, fauns and beasts who were ready to die for Narnia and Aslan. They knew they had no chance of winning, but they were determined. The courage of the Narnians gave you strength. You closed your eyes and an image of Peter appeared in front of you. It made your heart ache…

…You went out into the courtyard of the castle and called out to Susan. She was standing by her horse and preparing bags for a short walk through the woods. As soon as she saw you, a warm smile lit up her face.

— There you are, — you breathed a sigh of relief, — you do remember that I need your help trying on a wedding dress? — Seeing your worried look, Susan took your hands in hers reassuringly.

— Of course! This trip won't take long time.

— I'd like to be there, too, — Peter said, suddenly appearing behind you. He hugged you and kissed you on the temple.

— No, you will see it only on the wedding day! — you tried to make a serious face, but the feeling of endless happiness was so strong that you immediately smiled and kissed Peter on the cheek.

— Get a room already! — Edmund, who had just entered the courtyard with Lucy, muttered in displeasure. The girls laughed. Peter reluctantly walked away and mounted his horse. He looked at you with his deep blue eyes. His gaze was always full of adoration and tenderness. You couldn't help but be fascinated by him.

— Don't miss us here. We'll be back soon.

— Yes, take care of Narnia while we're gone, — Edmund said, after which the kings and queens left Cair Paravel.

Neither of Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy returned that day. They did not return the next day either. The guards you sent to look for Pevensie found their horses deep in the woods, not far from Mr. Tumnus's house, near a lantern. All their belongings were still there, but the kings and queens were nowhere to be found. Is it worth describing the pain you felt in those days? Your wedding to Peter was a few months away. It was planned that the whole of Narnia would celebrate for several days. But the feast turned into mourning.

The first time you didn't leave your bedroom. The tears on your cheeks didn't have time to dry. You didn't understand what was going on. Where's Peter? Why did he leave you? Where did Edmund, Susan and Lucy go? You sent the best bloodhounds to look for them, but to no avail. Mr. Tumnus tried to help you in some way, but you refused to eat, walk, and socialize. There was an emptiness in your heart that was filled only with a lingering feeling of longing and sadness. You waited for Mr. Tumnus to come just to find out if there was any information about kings and queens, but the faun just sadly turned away.

One rainy evening, you decided to lock up all your feelings. The pain of losing loved ones has been tormenting you for too long. One of those memories was the beautiful wedding dress that you never wore. You picked up Peter's sword and tore the hem of your dress with one swing. You continued, and the tears continued to flow from your eyes. It felt like every blow was stabbing into your heart. When you fall on the floor, you felt a little better. There will be no more reminders of a happy future, so you can give up hope and move on.

So the years passed. The Narnians trusted you, so they chose you as their queen until the Pevensie return. You ordered the things of the kings and queens to be packed and hidden in a hiding place. Maybe they'll come back, but you should be with Narnia now. You took on this responsibility for them. The last time you saw Pevensie, you promised that you would take care of Narnia. Even if you have to give up your life…

You opened your eyes abruptly when the massive doors swung open with a loud bang. The Telmarines began to storm Cair Paravel. You waved your hand, giving the command to the archers to shoot. The dense line of soldiers thinned out a bit, but there were still too many of them. The Telmarines surrounded you, it was all over.

— You can't escape, Narnians, — the army commander said in disgust. He aimed his sword at you, — you will die first.

One of your soldiers tried to protect you, but you signaled for him to return to the ranks. Yes, it's possible that you and your squad will meet death here, but you've given the rest of the Narnians enough time to hide in the woods. Perhaps the kings and queens will return soon, then they can save Narnia again. But not you. The last thing you remember that day was the bright blue sky that could be seen through the ruined ceiling of the once beautiful Cair Paravel.

[imagines--galore]

||An Unexpected Turn||

Summary: Your night took an unexpected turn when you follow after the High King during an important Ball. You certainly didn’t think the stroll would lead to a fencing lesson.

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Just a little heavy making out, if you consider it a warning.

A/N: You guys voted, so here it is! Also this is set a couple years after the first movie.

So far the night had been a huge success. Not only every single guest that had been sent a invitation had come, but everyone seemed to be getting along. It seemed the surrounding lands were eager to make contact with Narnia once more despite being cut-off from them for nearly a hundred years.

As Captain of the Guard, your job had been to make sure nothing went wrong. Everything had to go perfectly Queen Susan had told you as she had frantically wrung her hands not even a few hours ago. You had smiled and given your word, not only as her subject but as her friend as well. You wouldn’t allow anything to go wrong, you couldn’t. This entire week would cement the young new Royals as powerful and united monarchs.

Now if only you could get through the night without throwing a fit over the fact that Susan had forced you to dress.

As a soldier you were more much more comfortable in your uniform as the Captain of the Guard, and yet here you were, dressed in a gorgeous gown, with more yards of fabric then you had ever worn, and flowers decorating your hair.

You had tried your best to deny such a gift but Queen Lucy had insisted and there wasn’t much you could deny the young girl and once Queen Susan had joined forces with her sister, you had relented.

King Edmund had commented that you actually looked like a lady for once, a comment at which you had promptly rolled your eyes at his jest, prompting him to be overly courteous and chivalrous to you throughout the night.

The two sisters had gushed and fretted over you, giggling and commenting how you would be catching everyone by surprise since you had been in your Captain uniform the entire week the guests had been here. This would definitely be a surprise for them all.

High King Peter was a whole other story.

When you had appeared you had noticed how his eyes had widened, but only slightly before he had slipped on the mask of being a serious king. You understood why he would react so. He was young and yet he was High King. While his siblings had the luxury to act their age from time to time, he did not. He had to show their potential allies a strong and serious king, who was more then capable of handling the monarchy.

It was only one of the things you admired about him.

Still nothing could stop the two of you for briefly reaching out to allow your hands to brush against one another as you passed by.

The warmth of the gesture had a spark lighting in your eyes, while Peter’s lips quirked in a secret smile. A secret that only the two of you shared.

One even his siblings weren’t privy to.

The final night of the week was carrying on splendidly and even you had to admit that you had worried for nothing. Hourly reports were being brought to you from all corners of Cair Paravel, having talking animal spies who could easily hide were a huge advantage, and even you were beginning to relax.

So much so that you had allowed yourself to dance with King Edmund as well as a few other people from the different political parties.

It wasn’t until in the late hours of the night when everyone was beginning to get a little too into their drinks that you realized the High King disappearing.

You had helped escort Lucy to Mr. Tumnus, who had led his dear friend away so she could get to bed. It was really very late and Lucy was still too young to be up and about so. A little bluebird flitted down on your shoulder, whispering the words in your ear, prompting you to turn in the direction it told you to look.

You caught the figure of the High King vanishing into the gardens of the palace and made to follow.

If anything were to go wrong, your spies would alert you.

You followed after the High King, being sure to stay in the shadows. Though your spy work was all for naught as you were detected by the whispering of your gown as walked across the grass, the fabric brushing against the ground as you did.

Peter had to know you were following him, still he did not stop. Not until the two of you were so far into the gardens that the music and sounds of merrymaking were far in the distant.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself tonight.” Peter stated as he finally turned to look at you. Your breath caught briefly in your throat as you watched him stand there, dressed in his royal garb, the crown sitting atop his head and his sword at his hip. He truly looked every bit the regal king he was in that moment.

You cleared your throat before answering. “Yes well, when the Queen herself demands that you enjoy yourself, you need to carry out the command to the best of your ability.”

“And did you, enjoy yourself I mean?” He asked, never once looking away from you. Your bare shoulders lifted in the most barest of shrugs. “To the best of my abilities.” You admitted, trying to ignore just how hard and fast your heart beat in your chest as Peter’s gaze locked observing what you had been wearing the entire evening. You had caught him looking on more then one occasion throughout the night, yet this time he didn’t look away. 

“You look beautiful.” He finally stated, a pleased smile pulling at his lips at the blush that stole across your cheeks. You fingers fiddled with the fabric of your grown as you shrugged. “Yes well, Susan called all the gowns in my own collection to be abhorrent and lent this to me.”

There was still a respectable distance between the two of you, about a few good steps, but neither of you moved forward, knowing if you did it would culminate into something more.

“If the need arose, would you be able to fight in it?” He asked, his smile teasing as he crossed his arms over his chest, knowing just how much you hated having to wearing dresses. They always hindered in a fight.

You grinned, and instead of replying you reached at your side to undo the small hook you had Mrs. Beaver install that very morning. The entire skirt of the gown dropped to the ground allowing you to step out of it to reveal what you wore underneath. Paired with the off-shoulder lavender corset of the dress, you wore a pair of white pants, with knee high leather boots underneath. The skirts had hidden them from view, and had also helped to conceal the sword at your side.

You never went anywhere without it.

Surprise flitted across the High King’s face before a playful look overtook his features. “I should’ve guessed you would never go anywhere without a weapon at your side.” He stated, laughing lightly as he moved to undo the cape that was tied just under his chin. The sound of a sword being removed from its sheath echoed in the otherwise quiet garden as he retrieved his weapon. You mirrored his act, the both of you settling into your fighting stance, determined looks on your face and a fierce gleam in your eyes.

“You know me well, Your Majesty.”

Neither of you knew who moved first, but a second later your swords met with a loud clang as the two of your began to spar.

It may sound strange to someone else, but this was the way the both of you communicated. Neither of you were very good with words when it came to the other, but conveying emotions through sword fighting? That was something the both of you had mastered early on in your secret relationship.

First came the trust, of knowing that neither of you would truly hurt one another despite the deadly weapons that now came between the two of your as you fought.

Then came the playful jibes and comments on one another. Those ranged from teasing to goading the other party, to get a rise out of them. To try and make them slip up, make a mistake before swooping in and claiming victory.

Next came the eye contact. One thing that should never be done during a fight, was to take your eyes off your opponent. The both of you would keep eyes locked with the other, gauging one another’s next move to try and gain the upper hand. Though that was only secondary to the real reason behind your need to keep eye contact.

They say the eyes were the windows to a person’s soul, and if this was true, then you and Peter knew one another’s to the very depth of it. The years of practicing had allowed the both of you to understand one another on an extremely deep and personal level. One that would never be expected of a High King and the Captain of the Guard.

Yet neither of you could help yourself.

You had both been helpless as you began to carry silent conversations between you where a mere lift of an eyebrow was enough to convey a message that even a hundred words wouldn’t be enough to get across.

You knew Peter better then anyone else in the entire Kingdom.

You knew what he was feeling with a mere glance at his eyes and his body language, and over the years he had learned to pick up on your cues as well.

Which was why when the two of you were in a deadlock, with your swords against the other, applying equal force to try and gain the upper hand by making the other trip, and your eyes had drifted from his blue gaze to his lips, he knew exactly what you were silently asking him.

In a maneuver no respected swordsman would ever do, he had you dropping your sword, before his own followed. A brief pause, where your eyes met, panting from the exertion of your sword fight before your arms were around one another and your were kissing just as fiercely as you had been fighting moments ago.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pushing yourself up on your toes to reach his mouth. Peter pushed you back slightly, pressing your back up against the wall of the garden which had been only a few paces away.

Your mouths were fused in a way that neither of you looked like you were going to stop anytime soon. Your heart thundered as you slid your hands down to press against his chest, allowing the warmth of his body to envelope you completely as he kissed you.

For his part, Peter was taking the opportunity to allow his hands to roam the bare expanse of your shoulders, tracing along the soft skin that was so rare to him and enjoying how your body would respond to his touches.

With each kiss your embrace only deepened as your fingers moved to play with his hair. He had removed his crown during the fight when you had knocked it askew in an effort to distract him. You loved playing with his hair, as you allowed your fingers to card through the golden strands, sighing softly in delight against his mouth.

You could feel him smile into the kiss. He knew exactly what the sigh was about as he detached himself from your lips allowing you the moment you needed to breath before he began to press a line of kisses along the side of your neck. You tilted your head back, allowing him more room to work. You knees were beginning to grow weak from the mere sensation of having him pressed up against your body like so. This prompted you to cling closer to Peter, prompting him to chuckle softly against your skin.

“Feeling light-headed, My Lady?” He whispered in a low voice, the very tone of which sent your entire body aflame and your mind hazy. Yet you were not going to let him wear you down so easily. With a strength that came from years of training, you quickly pivoted on your feet, taking him with you.

A moment later, Peter found himself pressed against the wall with you smiling at him in triumph. There was a gleam in his gaze that prompted you to lean forward and whisper against the shell of his ear. “Not at all, My King.”

A sinful sound fell from his lips as he cupped your chin and allowed your tongues to tangle in a kiss that stole away your very breath.

“Have I mentioned how beautiful you looked tonight?” He whispered, as this time you were the one who turned your attention to his neck and just the bare hint of skin the top of his tunic exposed. “I believe the way you were looking at me throughout the night has made be aware of the fact.” You pressed one last kiss to his neck before straightening yourself slightly to look at him.

Soft breaths mingled as you met his gaze, the both of you smiling softly at one another. He reached up to brush some of your hair behind your ear, while you straightened his tunic for him. “We should head back.” You finally said, knowing your presence would be missed. Reluctantly he gave a small nod.

Reaching up for one last kiss, the two of you collected your belongings. He pulled on his cape, while you stepped into your skirts once more. Once the both of you were presentable once more, you walked back towards the palace, hand in hand. The walk was slow, as the both of you seemed content in the comforting silence that came with being with one another.

As the light from the palace slowly grew nearer, the both of you looked at one another. He leaned down to press his lips to yours in one final kiss, at which you sighed in content, your eyes still fluttering as you he pulled back.

Glancing at his hand, you slowly took the crown he held. Motioning for him to lean down, which he did, you placed the gold circlet on his head, adjusting it properly before he straightened.

“Your Majesty.” You said, giving a small bow.

He tilted his head in your direction. “Captain.”

And with that you were his subject and he was your King once more.

[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

two queens in a king sized bed - a day in the life of queen susan and her physically affectionate wife┊2k 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 / “touch her, and i’ll kill you”┊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

[retold-tales]

The First Big Step

Imagine Mr tumnus meeting you first instead of Lucy and only wanting to keep you for himself

[edgessunflower]

Hi!!! May I please request some fluffy headcanons of Mr Tumnus and sweet Jewish!fem!Reader being married and domestic adorableness and what their love languages are and Jewish!Reader teaching Tumnus about her faith?

Omg ofc babe 😚

He has been interested in other human cultures ever since meeting the Pevensie children and learning of their world when they came to visit Narnia

He fell in love with you immediately after joining your four friends on one of their visits to narnia meeting him when he saw you looking at the sunlight shining through gaps of leaves and branches

He gave you a flower and soon the two of you became friends developing feelings for each other as time went on

Soon the two of you got together and made each other very happy making the pevensies happy for their two beloved friends

You soon start teaching him not only of the world you lived in and the pevensies live in but you soon start teaching him of your culture

He likes cooking Jewish meals with you and starts making them quite a bit by himself to surprise you which warmed your heart dearly

He listens to jewish music and slowly learns to speak Hebrew to you which made you love him even more

Soon he was doing traditions alongside you from holidays, meals, dating, meeting your family, when he proposed to you, and your wedding

His love language would definitely be Acts of service from making you breakfast, working on the garden outside with you, cleaning around the house, and doing your hair for you

Your love language would be Words of affirmation always telling him how much you mean to and love him especially when he is having a rough day and telling him that he's enough and that means the world to you

[sparklewrites1]

[WHO/WHAT I WRITE FOR]

[LEGALLY BLONDE]

Vivian and Elle

[SHADOW & BONE TV SHOW]

Jesper Fahey

Inej Ghafa

Alina Starkov

Nikolai Lantsov

Nina Zenik

Matthias Helvar

Kaz Brekker (platonically for x reader)

Genya Safin (platonically for x reader)

[SCREAM]

I will not write for Stu, Billy, Ethan, Richie, Cotton, Wayne, or Mrs Loomis because those are not characters I know how to write nor do I really want to. (Sorry!)

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Kirby Reed

Jill Roberts

Sidney Prescott

Dewey Riley

Gale Weathers (Platonic only)

Samantha Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Liv Mckenzie

Amber Freeman

Charlie Walker

Wes Hicks

Laura Crane

Anika Kayoko

Any other character

[DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS: HONOR AMONG THIEVES]

Xenk Yendar

Simon Aumar

Edgin (platonic only)

[BARBIE]

Margot!Barbie

[NARNIA]

Edit: I'll only write platonically for the pevensie siblings and caspian (except peter)

I'll also write for Tumnus

[MCU]

Kate Bishop

ALL OF THE AVENGERS (platonic only.)

Yelena Belova (platonic only considering she is aro/ace in the comics and most likely the same in mcu)

Jennifer Walters

Michelle Jones

Loki (Platonic mostly)

[THE LAST OF US]

Dina

Ellie

Joel and Tommy [platonic only tho]

There's more to be added to this list I'm just lazy rn.

[ARCANE]

Mel

Vi

Caitlin

[RENFIELD 2023]

Robert Renfield

[(JUJUTSU KAISEN)]

Gojo Satoru

Getou Suguru

Nanami Kento

Yuji Itadori (no suggestive stuff)

Megumi Fushiguro (no suggestive stuff)

Nobara Kugisaki (no suggestive stuff)

Maki Zenin (no suggestive stuff)

Yuta Okkotsu (no suggestive stuff)

Toge Inumaki (no suggestive stuff)

[HORIZON ZERO DAWN/FORBIDDEN WEST]

Aloy

Varl

Kotallo

Erend (platonic only)

Rost (platonic only)

Seyka

Vanasha

[THE WALKING DEAD] (I'm only on s9)

Pete Dolgen

Rick Grimes (platonic only)

Michonne (platonic only)

Maggie Rhee (platonic only)

Glenn Rhee (platonic only)

Carl Grimes (platonic only)

Beth Greene

Sasha Williams (platonic only)

Abraham Ford (platonic only)

Rosita Espinosa (platonic only)

Eugene Porter (platonic only)

Tara Chambler (platonic only)

Troy Otto

Nick Clark

Alicia Clark

Victor Strand (platonic only)

Louis (twdg)

Kenny (twdg) (platonic only)

Lee Everett (twdg) (platonic only)

Clementine (twdg) (platonic only)

Omid (twdg) (platonic only)

Christa (twdg) (platonic only)

Luke (twdg) (platonic only)

Rebecca (twdg) (platonic only)

Javier Garcia (twdg) (platonic only)

Lilly (twdg) (platonic only)

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐫 𝐓𝐮��𝐧𝐮𝐬' 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

🌿ISFP 🍁Hufflepuff 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Virgo Sun, Libra Moon, Gemini Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ Along with Tumnus, you’re also a faun. You grew up together - childhood best friends, just like your fathers. 

⭑ While Mr Tumnus stayed in his childhood home (which may seem small, but that’s only because of the snow. In other seasons, the door and windows are always open, bringing light into the hovel.)

⭑ You fled into hiding with the rest of the Narnians, although your heart ached for Tumnus while you were apart. 

⭑ Before you had left, Tumnus gave you his favourite handkerchief, which you had treasured for years. 

⭑ As soon as you heard the news about the sons of adam and daughters of eve, you found your way, along with your people, to Aslan’s camp. 

⭑ It was a glorious sight. 

⭑ The mass of creatures who had come together to fight for their country. 

⭑ You were in the crowd when you saw the three Pevensie’s arrive, their small statures a bit of a shock. 

⭑ You offered a kind smile to each of them, especially little Lucy, who returned it with bright red cheeks. 

⭑ And although you did want to approach them, you kept your distance. Although you grew up in a different culture to humans, you were self-aware enough to know how different everything would seem. You felt the same way when you were little, meeting the other Narnians for the first time. 

⭑ But you overheard the name ‘Tumnus’ come from little Lucy’s mouth and your attention snapped toward her. You had rushed over and asked about him. 

⭑ When you saw him for the first time in years, you ran up to him and practically leaped upon the faun. 

⭑ He caught you though and held you just as tight. 

⭑ The relationship was completely natural. It was as if you were an old married couple - already knowing each other’s personality, likes and dislikes. 

⭑ You can speak to him about anything, and he will always listen and support you 

⭑ You grow really close to Lucy, almost like being parental figures, or maybe more like an aunt/uncle. 

⭑ You spend your days attending the Pevensies, making up for lost time, and visiting all of Narnia. 

⭑ The conversations you have are quite philosophical, as well as inventive.

⭑ But Tumnus feels a lot of guilt about staying behind and almost giving Lucy up. He feels some type of responsibility for how the bad things turned out 

⭑ You talk him through it and help him see a different point of view 

⭑ Nuzzling your noses together

⭑ You kiss each other’s eyelids and it’s one of the softest acts that exist

⭑ Dancing for hours and hours with everyone, a fire blazing and music playing 

⭑ Theme Song:

‘Kingdom Dance’ from Tangled 

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Childhood Friends to Separated to Lovers

✧ Mutual Pining

✧ Two Sides of the Same Coin

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Mr. Tumnus taking you to his favorite wildflower-covered meadow.

Still continuing to wear that red scarf through until the Spring, Mr Tumnus trotted ahead of you. You followed along, wondering where in this magical world he was going to take you next! He had been your introduction to all that is Narnia and you were finding yourself enchanted with this world you never thought could exist.

“A hint?” You asked, trying to keep up with him. His legs seemed to know where every branch in the forest was, where every little dip seemed to be and you just didn’t have that knowledge. Yet.

“Nuh uh!” He said, looking behind him to catch your eye. He smiled then continued on. After a few more moments of this, he stopped suddenly. You rushed to his side, eagerly to finally be in this place and - and you stopped beside him.

Laid out in front of you, nearly as far as your eyes could see, was a field of beautiful wildflowers. In late Spring, they were tall, and just as wild as the name suggested. “It’s beautiful.” You said, looking at the pinks, purples and oranges of the splendor before you.

“I hoped you would like it.” Mr. Tumnus said. “And the smell is so lovely this time of year.”

“Thank you.” You said, giving the faun a hug and then started to run through the flowers, surrounding yourself with their beauty.