#narnia x y/n

[lush-lavenders]

✾❀Masterlist❀✾

Here is my Masterlist of the fanfics I’ve written! Enjoy!

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Steve Rogers

♥ Mission Tried ♥ 

Benedict Bridgerton

♥ Late Bloomer ♥

Harry Potter

♥ Lay Off ♥ 

Peter Pevensie

♥ Lady Who’s Waiting ♥ Broken {1} ♥

JJ Maybank

♥ Almost Lover ♥ Bet {1} {2} {3} {4} ♥ 

John B Routledge

♥ Greetings from the Boneyard ♥

Steve Harrington

♥ Chocolate ♥ Wheel(er) Trouble ♥ Russian Influence ♥ Snow Solitude ♥ Arcade ♥ Inside Job {1} {2} ♥

♥ None Yet ♥

Tyler Galpin

♥ Why Her, Not Me ♥ Wicked Game ♥

[theaawalker]

a christmas memory ❆ susan pevensie.

Pairing: Susan Pevensie x fem!oc Song Inspo: Graveyard by Halsey Word Count: 2,162 Summary: a Christmas dinner promises snow, reminiscing, s'mores, cuddles, hot chocolate, and a life-changing phone call. Warnings: mentions of death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

The heavy snow had been falling for hours, carpeting the streets and rooftops of London in a thick, white blanket. Inside a cozy townhouse tucked away on a quiet street, warmth radiated from a crackling fire in the living room fireplace. The scent of roasted vegetables and spices lingered in the air, mixing with the sweetness of hot chocolate and the crackle of the fire. Susan Pevensie stood in the kitchen, her hands busy chopping vegetables for the Christmas dinner she had been planning for weeks. Her movements were purposeful, but there was a gentleness to them — a love for the moment she was about to share with her family, the people who meant the world to her.

On the couch across the room, you sat nestled into a thick, knitted blanket, sipping from a mug of hot chocolate. You were absorbed in your book, Count Luna by Alexander Lernet-Holenia, a gothic, WWII novel that Susan had initially thought too dark for her taste but had come to appreciate for its complexity. The dim light of the room flickered off the pages of the book as you turned them, the snow outside casting a soft glow through the window.

"It's going to be perfect, Susan," you said, looking up from her book and catching Susan's eye with a soft smile. "The dinner, I mean. Everything's ready for your siblings. They’ll love it."

Susan smiled back, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she leaned against the doorway, feeling the warmth of the moment.

"It’s important to me," she admitted, her voice soft. "Christmas means so much to them, to all of us. And this dinner... it's a chance for us to be together, after everything we've been through." Her gaze softened. "I want them to feel at home, to feel loved. They don’t visit often enough."

You nodded, a knowing look in your eyes. "I get it. I’ll make sure it’s all perfect. The rooms are all set up for them. They’ll be comfortable, and after dinner, we can all relax with some s’mores by the fire."

Susan chuckled, the warmth of the moment filling her heart. "You really do think of everything."

Your lips quirked upward. "It’s what I do."

The conversation drifted as Susan resumed her work in the kitchen, her hands moving as though on their own accord. You returned to your mystery book, but the atmosphere was peaceful, a shared understanding between the two of you.

Eventually, the conversation returned to the book.

"I think Count Luna is a bit like a reflection of the past," Susan said thoughtfully, breaking the silence. "It's about escaping reality, about running from the things we can’t change."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

Susan hesitated, her mind drifting back to a time long ago, to the days when she was just a child, before everything had changed.

"When I was younger," she said slowly, "I was running from something, too. From a life that was too complicated. From a war that made no sense. My siblings and I were sent away to the professor’s house during the war, to be safe. But I can hardly remember how we passed the time there... it's all a blur."

A flashback unfolded in her mind.

[ Flashback: The Train to the Professor’s House ]

The sound of the train was a constant hum beneath Susan’s feet, the rhythmic clacking of wheels on the track almost lulling her into a trance. She was just eleven years old, her mind still struggling to grasp the magnitude of what had happened. The war. The evacuations. Her parents’ sudden disappearance. She sat in a corner seat of the train, her siblings clustered around her: Peter, ever the protector, Edmund, looking sullen, and Lucy, wide-eyed and uncertain. They had been sent away to live with a professor in the countryside, far from the bombings and the chaos.

Susan couldn’t remember much about the journey itself—just the way the world seemed to blur through the train window, and the hushed voices of her siblings, trying to reassure each other. The journey was long, silent, as if the train itself held its breath.

"Do you think we’ll be safe, Susan?" Lucy asked in a small voice, her tiny hands clutching her sister’s sleeve.

Susan smiled softly, though she wasn’t entirely sure. "We’ll be fine, Lucy," she replied, though she wasn’t convinced herself. She looked at Peter, who gave her a nod of reassurance, but there was fear in his eyes, too.

Edmund broke the silence, his voice full of bitter edge. "I don’t even know why we’re going," he muttered, "It’s not like we’re any safer in the countryside."

Peter glared at him. "Stop being difficult, Ed. We don’t have a choice."

But Susan didn’t intervene. She only gazed out the window, watching the world rush by in a blur of grey and green, wondering what the future would hold.

[ Flashforward: Susan and Yours Townhouse ]

Susan snapped back to the present with a deep breath, trying to shake the memories loose. Looking from the living room and sensing Susan’s shift in mood, you put your book down and stood, moving toward the kitchen.

"That sounds like such a difficult time," you said softly, your arms wrapping Susan from behind in a comforting embrace.

Susan leaned into the embrace, savoring the warmth.

"It was. I can’t even remember how we passed the time at the professor’s house. It’s all a haze — just bits and pieces. But I know it was when I started to realize how much I wanted to protect them, to keep them safe." Her voice dropped. "I promised them that I would."

You kissed the top of her head. "I can see that. You’ve always been their protector, Susan."

Susan smiled faintly, then pulled away, her thoughts drifting. "I think about that time sometimes. How we came from a place of so much fear. But when I think about it, I remember how we all stuck together. Even Edmund."

Your eyes softened. "The bond of family. That’s what matters most."

Susan nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of all those memories. "I think that’s why it’s so important, this dinner. To remember those bonds. To keep them strong."

You smiled and kissed Susan’s cheek. "We’ll make it perfect. And we’ll make new memories, too."

The conversation shifted then, to lighter matters.

"How did we even meet, I wonder?" Susan said, her tone playful. "I remember you were so… irritable."

You laughed softly. "I was not!" she protested.

"You were," Susan said with a smirk. "You bumped into me at the train station and gave me such a look."

You grinned, recalling the memory. "It wasn’t my fault you were standing in my way."

Susan shook her head, grinning.

[ Flashback: The Train Station ]

The bustling train station was a cacophony of hurried footsteps, clattering suitcases, and the distant screech of arriving trains. Susan Pevensie stood in line at the ticket counter, her mind preoccupied with the journey ahead. She was on her way to Doncaster, a trip she had decided on a whim, hoping for a change of scenery. The cold winter air nipped at her skin as she adjusted her scarf, the December chill biting at her exposed cheeks.

She was lost in thought when she heard a voice behind her.

"Excuse me, but I think you're standing on my foot."

Susan turned sharply, a mixture of surprise and irritation crossing her face. Behind her stood a woman, clearly annoyed, with a raised brow and arms crossed. Her dark hair was pulled back by a furry headband, and her sharp eyes were fixed on Susan with a mixture of impatience and amusement.

"Sorry," Susan muttered, stepping back. She was not in the mood for a confrontation. "I didn't notice."

You tilted your head, eyeing Susan for a moment before a wry smile crept across her lips.

"You’re one of those people, aren't you?" You said, tone laced with sarcasm.

Susan raised an eyebrow. "One of what people?"

"The type who don’t notice anything outside their own little bubble," you said with a shrug, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.

Susan blinked, momentarily taken aback. "I’m sorry, but I don’t think—"

But before she could finish her sentence, the announcement over the PA system blared to life, drowning out the rest of their conversation. You sighed, clearly frustrated by the interruption.

"Great," you muttered under your breath. "I’ve already missed my train, and now I’m stuck with this."

"Maybe you should watch where you're going next time," Susan retorted, not ready to back down from a challenge.

You gave her a look of incredulity. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I ruining your perfect day?"

For a moment, the two exchanged sharp glares, their personalities clashing like two magnets with opposing poles. But then, without another word, you turned and walked toward the train platforms, leaving Susan fuming behind you.

[ Jump to: The Train to Doncaster ]

As fate would have it, both women found themselves on the same train to Doncaster. The train car was crowded, the scent of coffee and stale newspaper filling the air. Susan had already claimed a window seat and was about to settle her luggage when she heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking on the floor.

The woman from the station approached with purpose. Your eyes met Susan’s, and a flicker of recognition passed between them. Susan frowned, her annoyance from the earlier encounter creeping back.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" you asked, her voice more resigned than polite.

Susan hesitated for a moment.

"I'd rather you not," she said, not willing to back down so easily. The last thing she wanted was to share space with someone who had already rubbed her the wrong way.

Your expression hardened. "Listen. I’m not asking for much. There’s no room anywhere else."

Susan could feel the irritation rising in her chest, but before she could reply, a man appeared, sliding into the seat of hers with a smug look on his face. He glanced at both women and then focused entirely on Susan.

"Excuse me," she said, "I believe this seat is taken."

"I'm afraid not anymore." The man said, his voice grating. His gaze flicked briefly to you, the woman next to Susan, a sneer crossing his lips. He looked back to Susan, wearing a façade of a sweet smile. "Yes. You, sweetheart. You’ll have to find another place."

Susan and you exchanged a brief, wary look. Then, in unison, you both turned to him, glaring at the man who had taken what was Susan's.

"This is my seat," Susan said, her voice low and firm, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

You stepped forward as well, her eyes blazing with defiance. "And this is my seat," she added, her voice sharp with irritation.

The man smirked, clearly thinking he could intimidate them.

"I’m not interested in what you think," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Without warning, the you reached out and grabbed the man by the arm, feigning a horrible sneeze. He wiped his glasses and gaped in shock.

"Apologies, I have- have..." You sneezed again. "Terrible allergies. It's the leather of the train seats, it-" you sneezed once more, taking him aback.

The man wiped his glasses again and gave Susan a look of bewilderment.

"You heard her," she said coldly. "Best not to catch something in this season."

The man stumbled, clearly taken aback, and after a few moments of hesitation, he backed down, muttering curses under his breath. He stomped out to the aisle and off to the other side of the train car, leaving both women standing in the aisle, victorious.

Susan couldn’t help but laugh, the tension that had built between them suddenly evaporating. "Well, that was... something," she said, glancing at you.

You grinned, arms crossed as you gave a small, satisfied shrug. "I do hate being underestimated. And it’s always nice to watch someone get put in their place."

Susan raised an eyebrow, still uncertain but intrigued.

"I didn’t think you had it in you," she teased, stepping back to let you sit.

"Oh, I can be surprisingly stubborn," you replied with a smirk, settling into the seat beside Susan. "You wouldn’t believe the number of people who’ve underestimated me." Your gaze softened. "And you? You’re not so bad yourself."

The remark caught Susan off guard, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. She hadn’t expected any kind of warmth after their heated exchange. But something in your eyes told her there was more to you than met the eye.

As the train pulled out of the station, the cityscape of London fading into the distance, Susan found herself feeling oddly comfortable in your presence. The cold, tense atmosphere between them had dissolved, and in its place was something else — something unexpected.

You two spent the rest of the journey talking, your earlier tension giving way to easy conversation. You discovered you were both headed to Doncaster for different reasons, but both had a certain openness to the unknown, a curiosity that drew them together. By the time the train neared its destination, Susan realized that the woman sitting beside her was no longer a stranger. In fact, she wasn’t sure when the animosity had faded into something else entirely.

[ Flashforward: Susan and Yours Townhouse ]

Susan chuckled. "It was the start of something good."

The memory filled her with warmth, the way you two had both defended each other, slowly becoming friends, then more. It was a story she would always hold dear.

You leaned in and kissed her, a tender kiss that lingered for a moment.

"I love you," you whispered. "This evening will be perfect."

Susan smiled, feeling the warmth of the kiss linger. "I love you too."

"Now, what do you say we finish those s’mores before your family arrives?" You quipped.

Susan nodded.

"Yes, let's. They’ll be here in," she checked her watch, "ooh! Twenty minutes! I have to get the casserole out and--" But before she could finish, the phone rang in the hall. "That must be them. I'll get that. Would you get the casserole and begin setting the table? Remember, Edmund likes sweets, so put his furthest from the centerfold cake."

"I will. I will." You rubbed her arms and nodded, seeing her off to the ringing telephone. Susan hurried to answer it, her mind distracted by the thought of her siblings arriving.

She answered. "Hello, Peter? How far are you?"

The voice on the other end was cold, official. "Is this Susan Pevensie?" Susan knit her brows. "Speaking. Who is this?"

"Merry Christmas, ma'am. This is the London Police Department. I'm sorry to report there’s been an accident on the Bradley Manor train. A crash, you see." "Oh, God." Susan grabbed the phone with both hands. "Are they alright? My siblings. Peter, Edmund, and Lucy. W-what hospital are were they sent to?

"Ms. Pevensie. Your family... your brothers and sister, they... they didn’t make it."

The words hit Susan like a physical blow. She stood frozen for a moment, unable to comprehend what she had just heard. Then, slowly, she hung up the phone and turned back toward the kitchen, her face pale.

You, in the process of cooling off the casserole, looked at the kitchen counter with a smile. "The casserole came out great, my love. Oh! Lucy's going to love it. You said it was her favorite dish, yes? Did you tell them merry christmas for me, Susan?" There was a pause. "Susan?"

As soon as you turned around and saw the expression on Susan’s face, your smile faltered. "Susan?"

Susan stood motionless, the weight of the news sinking in. Your voice trembled as you approached and asked, "What did they say on the phone?"

Susan swallowed hard, her cracked voice gutting out but a whisper. "They’re not coming home."

The world seemed to stop as the reality of those words settled between them. The fireplace crackled softly, the s’mores and casserole forgotten, as the snow outside continued to fall, blanketing the world in an endless white.

[luunaz]

Kissing with Pevensie (Peter and Edmund) + Caspian

pairing: Peter Pevensie x reader, Edmund Pevensie x reader, Caspian x reader

type: fluff 🌸

Masterlist

Peter

At first, his kisses are very careful and caring. Despite the fact that Peter is very passionate, he primarily thinks about your comfort. As soon as he feels that you reciprocate, he will definitely deepen the kiss and show how much he is in love with you. His kisses always cloud your mind, they make you dizzy. Peter prefers to kiss you when you're alone so that no one bothers you.

Edmund

His kisses are very domineering. He likes to leave quick kisses on your lips. Watching your embarrassed reaction, he always grins. Edmund always holds you very tightly and hugs you to him. He looks down at you and then kisses you. He also likes naughty kisses, when he can run his tongue over your lips or leave a quick peck on your nose after a passionate kiss. Edmund likes to kiss you in front of everyone, showing that he is the only one here who can make you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Caspian

His kisses are very gentle and sometimes uncertain. There is love and care in his every movement. Your eyes meet, he puts his arm around your waist and slowly approaches you for a kiss. You feel his smile on your lips, and you smile involuntarily. Caspian likes to hold your hands and kiss you on the forehead. It's like a way for him to show you that he's ready to protect you from everything.

[thepremedthatwrites]

Possessive

Summary: Driven by jealousy, Edmund decides to remind you that he’s the only one worthy of calling you theirs.

warning: smut below the cut

I let out a laugh, placing my hand on the strong chest of the man. The music from the orchestra weaved between the words of our conversation as we danced across the floor. The ball had been Lucy’s idea. She had been wanting an excuse to dance all night long, and my arrival to Narnia had been the reason she was looking for.

Now, I was quietly thanking Lucy as the handsome man twirled me around before pulling me back into his strong arms. “I hope you are enjoying Narnia,” he said as we fell in step with everyone else around us.

“Thank you, Felix. I have found Narnia to be quite an enchanting world.”

“Most likely not as enchanting as you,” he said with a smile.

I smiled back, feeling warmth creep up my neck.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out. It was familiar yet laced with a subdued anger I had never heard before.

Felix and I both turned to see Edmund standing before us. He bowed and I smiled at the king. He had become a close confidant to me since I entered Narnia.

“Hello, Edmund,” I said.

He reached out his hand, looking only at me as he spoke. “May I steal her from you?”

It took Felix a moment to realize Edmund had been addressing him. Upon realization, he stuttered a quick yes, noticing the clenched jaw the king had. Without another word, Edmund whisked me away and towards one of the far corners.

“You know, I was quite enjoying myself with him,” I said, letting out a sigh.

“Oh please, I was just saving you from the boredom bound to come eventually.” His cheeks were a light pink, making me wonder if the crowded room was making him warm.

“When you’re that handsome, you can never be that boring.”

Edmund rolled his eyes at this. “He’s not that handsome. If anything, I would say he’s mediocre.”

“And since when did you care so much?” I asked, letting out a small chuckle. When I looked up to meet his eyes, there was no sense of playfulness. Instead, a wall of seriousness hit me at I locked eyes with him. My mouth fell open into a small “o” as I started to wonder if seeds of jealousy were being planted in his brain.

He seemed to notice this, clearing his throat before saying “It’s getting hot in here. I’m going to have to excuse myself for a moment.” He walked away from me, leaving the ballroom in hurried steps.

I watched for a moment, still relaying the thought of Edmund being jealous of me talking to another guy. It seemed preposterous. He had always been light hearted, never hinting at the thought of wanting anything more than friendship. Yet, the thought of him desiring me in any romantic way made my heart flutter. I had always found the young king attractive, yet the fear of him not feeling the same stopped me from ever allowing myself to desire more. But now, I found myself slowly following him out the ballroom and into the hallway where the cool night air blew in from a window nearby.

“Can I keep you company while you cool down?” I asked, offering a small smile.

“I thought you were too busy flirting,” he spat out. He focused on the floor in front of him instead of turning to me as he spoke, and his cheeks were turning into a deeper pink.

“Are you still on that?” I rolled my eyes as I walked closer to him. “Why do you even care?”

“Because he doesn’t deserve a slice of your attention. I watched him all night going from girl to girl, and you don’t deserve someone like that.”

“Then who do I deserve?” I asked. I felt the heat return to my neck and start to spread up to my cheeks.

Edmund turned to look at me. His lips were pressed in a thin line and his eyes bore into me. He first studied my lips that had been painted a deep red for the ball before focusing on my collar bones that peaked out from underneath the fabric of my dress and finally settling on my wide eyes watching him. “I don’t think anyone is good enough for you,” he finally said, keeping eye contact with me. “But I think that I might be the closest to that title.”

Silence surrounded us after he spoke. I studied his brown eyes, looking for any hint of this all being a joke. I couldn’t find any such clues and instead noticed how his eyes had left my own and were now tracing the outline of my lips. I took a step closer, placing a hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating relentlessly underneath his tunic. His hand covered mine, and I let out a content hum as his warm skin enveloped me. “I find myself agreeing with you,” I said, barely above a whisper.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Urged on by the single question, I reached up and placed my lips on his. I could taste the faint sweetness of the wine that was being served as my tongue brushed his lower lip. Edmund let out a slight groan and cradled my face with his hands as he deepened the kiss. What started out soft and tentative was now strong and passionate. When we pulled away, both of our chests were frantically raising up and down and Edmund’s hair was slightly tussled.

Music and conversation leaked out from the door that concealed us from the party goers. Edmund turned towards the door before looking back at me. We stayed quiet for one, two, three seconds before he spoke. “Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” he asked, keeping his voice hushed as if we risked being found out. I nodded in agreement before rushing to keep up with him.

I found myself soon slammed against the wall of his bed chambers. A soft whimper escaped me as he littered my lips and neck with kisses.

“No one could ever worship this body like I do,” he muttered, his grip on me tightening as he sucked harshly on the sensitive skin that sat between my neck and shoulder.

“Edmund!” I exclaimed, both shocked by his bold words and the fact that he was now leaving a mark on my body. He only groaned at the sound of his name, pressing himself closer to me.

“Please let me taste you,” he whispered into my ear. His hands were already starting to wander down my body, tracing my curves and hiking up my skirt inch by inch.

“Edmund, what do you mean?” I asked. The reality of the situation suddenly dawned on me as he got down on his knees. His fingers had started to delicately hover over the area I needed him most. I held my breath as his brown eyes looked up to meet mine

“Please, let me taste you. I need to know what you taste like. At least once in my life. Please.”

A soft moan left my body as he spoke as my hands instinctively grabbed onto his hair. He groaned in response, already holding up the skirt of my dress so that I was on full display for him.

“Yes,” was all I could manage before he buried his face into my folds.

I gasped at the new feeling, his tongue sliding up and down teasingly before settling on the bundle of nerves. My back arched in response, not prepared to feel such a wave of pleasure rush over me. “Oh Edmund,” I moaned, letting my head fall back against the door.

He looked up at me, and the sight of his eyes already drunk off of my taste turned me on even more. I experimentally pulled on his hair, earning a groan from him and his tongue adding more pressure.

“That’s it,” he said against me, “Keep moaning my name. I want the whole castle to know who’s making you feel this good.”

I had never known Edmund to have such a possessive streak but the way he spoke only created more butterflies in my stomach as he continued to suck on my clit. I let my moans spill out freely as he continued to work on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I felt the knot in my stomach growing tighter and my grip on my reality was starting to fade as I got closer to my high. Suddenly, he stopped. I looked down at him in confusion. My wetness had started to spill onto his face, and the look in his eyes were as if he had found heaven for the first time.

“Edmund, why did you stop?” I asked, trying to hide the frustration in my voice as I attempted to grind my hips closer to him.

“Tell me no one can ever make you feel this good.”

“Edmund,” I moaned, almost unable to completely understand what he was saying as my mind felt cloudy with pleasure.

“Tell me,” he said, with almost a hint of desperation in his voice. His grip on my hips tightened as he watched me.

“Yes, Edmund. No one else could ever make me feel this good.”

He hummed with contentment as he let one of his hands leave my hips and started to draw circles on my clit with his pointer finger. I gasped at the contact. It was not enough and yet just right with the amount of stimulation I had already received.

“And Felix?”

“Hmm?” I asked, almost unable to comprehend what he was saying when he was being so mean, teasing my clit with his finger.

“Felix could never make you feel this good, right?”

“Yes Edmund,” I said, gasping as he added more pressure. “He could never make me feel this good.”

A smug look appeared on Edmund’s face as I said this. “Atta girl,” he said before diving back into me.

I gasped as I felt his tongue travel further down until it was hovering over my sopping entrance. He teased me at first, only allowing the very tip in. I whined in protest, wanting more. I wanted to feel all of him in me.

“Please Edmund,” I gasped, gripping onto his hair.

“You belong to me. Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give you everything.”

“I’m all yours Ed. I will always be yours.”

My words seemed to be his snapping point, and he began to fuck me with his tongue. The noises I let out were borderline pornographic as I inched closer to my orgasm. I repeated his name like a mantra as his finger drew lazy circled in my clit and his tongue bullied my entrance.

“I’m close,” I gasped, feeling myself get lightheaded. My words urged him on. He was like a starved man seeing food for the first time. As if none of the meals our servants made could ever come close to this feast before him. “Oh Edmund!”

Before I could comprehend what was happening, my head snapped back and my mouth fell open in an ‘o’. I felt myself come undone as my entire body shook, only being held up by Edmund as he greedily drank all of me. He eased me down from my high until the ringing in my ears subsided and I could finally catch my breath again. I looked down to see him already looking at me. A stupid grin was on his face and my slick glistened down his chin.

“You look absolutely divine,” he said. His voice was soft now and he rose to his feet, now face to face with me.

My chest was still rising up and down with the thumping of my heart beat. He gave me a bruising kiss and I could taste myself as his tongue mixed with mine. I let out a moan at the sweet taste, at how absolutely perverted the whole thing was.

“Thank you,” I managed to get out when we pulled apart.

“No, thank you.” His gaze fell to my neck and he smirked. I touched the sensitive area, rushing to the mirror to see a mark on the skin, already darkening into a scarlet.

“Edmund! How can I go back out there now?”

“Easy, darling,” he said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “You walk back in there by my side and let everyone know who you belong to now.”

I wanted to protest, to scold him for being careless. Instead, I let out a soft moan and felt my thighs press together in arousal. It was at that moment, while looking into his dark eyes in the mirror and feeling his grip tighten on my waist, that I realize how utterly screwed I now was.

[lokotrona11]

hot anger

Pairing : Peter Pevensie x Reader!

Summary: You think Peter is hot when he's angry, and you need him to fuck you

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, created nothing more!

Genre: obscenity.

Word count: 1k

AN : It's my first time writing this genre, I hope it's not a failure and I don't review it

The gif is not mine!

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Peter was angry for days, angry with everyone.

He had no patience, he yelled at his brothers from time to time and his look could kill Caspian with ease, he had also argued with you but nothing that would ruin their relationship.

Sure, part of you was frustrated with him because of the way he had treated people, including you, but another part of you was turned on.

You bit your lip as Peter walked away from Caspian, his eyes burning with anger.

Your legs clenched as he rudely demanded that Susan shut up.

Something throbbed in your body when he told you not to bother him, that he was working.

You also felt bad, he made you feel guilty, feel needy when he was having a bad time, but you couldn't help it, your body reacts on its own.

Now you walk at a brisk pace through the castle, arriving at your shared bedroom.When you arrived you saw Peter lying in bed and your face lit up.

Peter had been coming to bed late for days, you tried to wait for him but you ended up falling into the arms of sleep, and then when you expected to see him in the morning he had already gotten up very early.

You walk to your nightstand, take off your rings, the corset and you let your hair down, you go to your closet and choose the nightwear, which was just a loose dress.

No one speaks, Peter looks at you in silence, and you only concentrate on changing.

Maybe he thinks you're angry with him, but that's not the case, quite the opposite.

You walk to the bed and lie down on your side of the mattress.

"How was today?" You ask looking at him.

"Not so bad," he said in a soft tone.

Your hand takes he's and your lips fall to her cheek. "You've been very busy, so much work is going to make you sick"

"It is my duty" You kiss her lips.

"Your job is governor, not to be a slave to your government"

Peter's hands grab your waist. "You're so pretty... but you also talk so much." I speak mockingly.

Maybe at another time you had already acted offended but not today, you only wanted him.

You place yourself on his lap, each leg on his side.

Peter laughed, reading your attitude. "you need something?"

"To you" You said, bumping his forehead.

The king's hands squeezing the flesh of your hips.

"I thought you were mad at me."

You deny automatically. "Actually, I've been wanting you all day."

"Then you can have me now."

You squeal when in one quick movement his hands leave you underneath him.

You feel his lips on your neck and a muffled moan comes from your lips, so desperate.

You feel Peter smile against your skin. "You like this, don't you?" Another moan is elicited when he bites down on your skin. "Talk to me or I'll have to stop."

"Yes, I love it." You almost scream, desperate for he not to stop. "I've needed you for days, pet," you cry.

"You got me " he murmurs.

He leaves your neck and takes off your dress.

"Ah!" You can almost come when you feel your boyfriend's tongue on your tit, while his hand fits perfectly into the other.

Let go of your boob for a second. "Days ago, love?"

You nod. "You're.. so sexy when he's angry" you try to speak.

"Yeah?" Move to the other nipple.

"Yes. I've wanted you to fuck me all day"

Peter lets go of your tits and goes down until he reaches your pussy.

"Do you want me to make you cum with my tongue?"

"No." You say firmly. "I want to suck you."

Peter's eyes show the dose of pleasure at your words, and without speaking he turns over in bed, leaving you on top of him.

You take off his shorts and t-shirt he wasn't wearing.

Peter's lips part, trying to speak but his words get stuck in his throat as he feels you suck on his cock.

You choke, your eyes water but you don't stop, you don't want to stop.

“Oh, love,” you hear him say.

You take his cock out of your mouth for a few seconds. "You don't know how long I've wanted this," you confess, returning to your work.

"Me too, love," he stammers.

Sucking his cock with desire, as if it were a pacifier until you feel it finish on your lips and his muscles rest, much of his accumulated stress seems to disappear with the liquid.

“God, how I needed this,” you hear him ramble and smile.

Peter needs a minute to compose himself and lays you down on the bed, without warning he puts his head between your legs, tearing off your panties.

"Peter!" You moan.

He doesn't respond, just squeezes the flesh of your thighs, burying himself even deeper into your pussy, if that was possible.

His tongue violently flicks against your clit and you scream.

"The whole castle is listening to you, dove," she speaks into your pussy, sending vibrations that make you dizzy.

Your cheeks blush. "It's so good"

He sucks on your clit and you feel his fingers at your entrance.

"I'm around"

He didn't respond, he just accelerated his fingers and his tongue was more violent.

You come almost crying, in overwhelming pleasure and Peter doesn't stop, your orgasm and his perfume, stronger than ever, make you dizzy.

The eyes close lazily.

“Hey, lady,” you hear her voice rasp from her and your body vibrates. "we not finished"

Without further ado, he kisses your lips and you feel his cock at your entrance.

When you enter, your moans are muffled on his lips.

“It feels so good,” you gasp, feeling the slow, deep movements of the great king.

His hips speed up as his lips leave you, rising higher over your body and he pounds into your body without hesitation, as sure as only the Magnificent King could.

Your eyes widen and you feel pressure on your belly, his cock moving in and out.

His hips aren't hesitant as he pounds into you, his hands are squeezing his body and you can play that he's just using you to take away his stress from everything he deals with, but you wouldn't want him any different.

His hand finds your clit and you feel a rollercoaster ride through your body.

“Peter… I’m going to cum” you squeal.

"Cum." Demanded and you released yourself, feeling spasms of pleasure and then feeling Peter cum inside you.

Peter falls to the side of your body and his arms wrap around you.

Your body relaxes from his touch and the only thing you can do before going to sleep is listen to the voice of your beloved blonde.

"I love you.."

[imagines--galore]

Hello!

could I get number 13 on the prompt list with Edmund Pevensie?

Summary: He was a King. You were no Royal. You were his friend, as he was yours. And despite the fact the people kept saying there was something more, you denied it. For a King could never love a commoner. Could he? Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: Yay! First request for Edmund!

"Really, Your Majesty! This is just too much!" You said, running your hand over the fabric of the dress the youngest Queen of Narnia had forced you to put on.

"It is not." The Queen stated with the stubbornness of a teenager, which she was. "And how many times I've told you to call me Lucy."

"Multiple times, Your Majesty." You responded with a cheeky grin, prompting Lucy to roll her eyes in a rather un-queenly manner.

Luch walked up to straighten the thin satin belt that rested around your waist. The dress truly was a work of art. Made of a material that you were sure cost more then the wages you received, it was soft and delicate to the touch. Not to mention the work down the front of the dress seemed to sparkle in a way that made you feel like a princess. And the color? A grey that almost appeared silver. A rather unusual color but somehow familiar.

You were sure you had seen that color before, just not sure where.

"The seamstress made a few mistakes with the measurements, and I don't want it to sit in the back of my wardrobe. It is simply too stunning to never see the light of day." You let out a small hum of agreement as you allowed yourself a moment of admiration. The mirror in front of you showed a figure dressed in a gown that was surely out of a fairy tale.

Then again, you had seen grander and more beautiful gowns, and the one you wore was rather simple in comparison. But in your eyes, it was perfect. You twisted where you stood, hoping to catch a glimpse of the details that adorned the back. Lucy smiled at your obvious admiration.

"Maybe if you wore it to the ball next week, Edmund will finally notice you."

The words jolted you out of your little haze of admiration.

Turning your gaze towards the now smiling Queen, you blinked. "Notice me?" You asked, though you knew the answer before it came. Had heard it one too many times from so many people and creatures you knew.

"As in confess that he loves you, just as much as you love him." You blinked. The effect of her words were immediate as a blush turned your cheeks a bright red. The sight of which had Lucy smiling even wider.

"I-I do-don-" You were cut off by Queen Susan, who had been sitting at a nearby writing table and going over the final preparations for the Winter Ball.

"Lucy, you mustn't assume such things, it is rather rude." Her younger sister pursed her lips in a stubborn line. "Though I must admit Y/n." The Gentle Queen continued, now looking towards you. "Edmund does seem to show more affection towards you then he does anyone. Even us."

Annoyance had being told off forgotten, Lucy chimed in. "And we're his siblings!"

You shook your head as you reached behind you to undo the dress, anything to occupy her hands and hide her face lest the two Queens see the blush on your cheeks. "Your Majesties are mistaken. King Edmund and I are simply friends. And even that is a miracle given how I'm a simply maid and he is a King."

Lucy frowned. "And what does that matter? Love should not have anything to do with it." Having stepped out of the gorgeous gown and into your everyday clothes, you shook your head. "No, but that is it, Your Majesty." Your words sounded unconvincing, even to your own ears. "I am not in love with your brother."

A lie.

                                          ————————–

You were in love with King Edmund.

Had been in love with him since the moment you had seen him.

Of course, you hadn't realized it then. Had not picked up on the fact that perhaps your heart raced because he was so near. How your heart leaped in your chest when he smiled at you. Or even how everything just seemed a little more magical when he was around.

You had met him by chance. Having finished your duties for the day, you had chosen to go down to the beach and collect some shells. You already had quite the collection but you always found new beautiful pieces to add to your collection. You had just straightened up from picking a rather pretty pink shell when the sound of an approaching horse had you looking to your left.

There he was, sitting atop a horse, with no saddle or rein, no entourage or crown adorning his forehead to show his status. The speed at which he rode his horse had you stepping back before he was even near you.

For reasons known only to Aslan, he came to a halt as he neared you. You had returned to your little expedition and was already digging through a small patch of sand where you had spied a star shaped shell. The sight of it had a bright smile forming on your lips, your eyes alight with joy at such a small, insignificant yet beautiful creation.

And Edmund had felt his heart clench at the sight of your sweet smile. A strange urgency bubbled in his chest. One he had never known before. One that compelled him to dismount from his horse and approach you. Though he stood a good few feet away as he watched you straighten and place the shell in your basket.

It was then that you became aware of him. You stood there as well, your basket tucked at the side.

He had stopped at the sight of you. And the both of you had simply looked at each other.

It was rather strange looking at a complete stranger in the eye. Normally you kept your head down and went about your work. But there was just something about him that had you meeting his gaze.

Him in his simple breeches, shirt and shoes, black hair swept away from his forehead, blowing gently in the salty air. Eyes alight with a light that you would see for months to come whenever you would run into him.

He knew it was not proper to stare, but he could not help himself.

You in your simple dress, with the hem wet from the waves that kept tickling your bare toes. The braid you kept your hair in, hardly able to keep the strands in place given how hard the wind was blowing. Your cheeks were flushed from being out in the sun for so long.

And yet Edmund had never seen a more prettier sight in all of Narnia.

Slowly, you smiled at him in a friendly manner. "Is there something that you needed?" You asked.

He shook his head. "I apologize for disturbing you on your outing My Lady, I was just curious why a young maiden would venture so far away from Cair. Assuming, you are from there." He quickly added, not wanting to make any false assumptions.

Giving a small nod, you confirmed his suspicions. "Yes, I'm from Cair. I work as a maid there." The both of you glanced down the length of the beach to where the castle shone brightly in the light of the slowly setting sun. "You're a little far out aren't you?" He asked with a smile to which you gave a sheepish one in return.

"To tell you the truth, I love to collect shells." You held up your basket to show the small collection you had gathered in the hour you had been at the beach. "And there aren't quite that many close to the castle, so I have to venture a little further ahead."

Meeting his eyes once more, you allowed yourself to admire how handsome he was. Surely he was a lord or something of the sort. Perhaps a visiting noble from Archenland? Edmund's line of sight shifted to the setting sun just behind you.

"May I escort you back to Cair? It is near sunset and the tide will be coming in." He offered, not wanting to leave your presence just yet. You glanced over your shoulder as well, before turning to give him a nod. "That would be appreciated thank you." You paused. "I do not believe you told me your name."

Edmund's smile faltered a little. He knew if he told you his name you would recognize him. Clearing his throat he decided on a little white lie. Or rather half-truth. "My name is Ed. And may I ask you for your name, My Lady?" You waved a hand in a dismissive manner. "I am hardly a Lady, but you may call me Y/n, Ed." It was a rather strange name, but then who was she to say anything.

With the horse following after the both of you at a slow pace, you and Ed began the walk back to the castle.

                                          ————————–

It took you longer then normal to return to the castle. Probably because the both of you were so lost in your conversation. You hardly noticed when his horse actually bypassed you and reached the back entrance of the castle by himself. You didn't care that you were late.

It wasn't everyday you met someone you could talk to like you were with Ed. It was strange. You wanted to tell him everything. And for someone who was very private with their thoughts, this was a huge surprise.

And you weren't the only one doing the talking. Edmund had always felt a little alone, even in his family. Before going to war, his father had been the only one to understand him. After coming to Narnia his siblings had begun to understand him too, but it just wasn't the same.

But then here you were. Someone he had just met, and he had never felt so understood in all his life. It was a little scary, how you were so inquisitive and were able to pick up on cues and read between the lines of every word that came out of him. You were sharp, clever and smart.

Yes, he knew all three words were synonymous, but he didn't care. They described you perfectly.

"Well I should head back inside." You finally said, once there was a brief lull in the conversation. You really didn't want to, but you had to get to sleep so you could work the next day. Ed gave a small nod. And was it your imagination, or did he look a little disappointed as well.

"I had a lovely time talking to you." You admitted with a bright smile. "And I shall be surely on the lookout for the book you mentioned. Perhaps I may find it in the local library." You had begun to climb up the stairs leading towards the backdoor. He would have to enter from the other side where the stables were.

Edmund continued to look at you as you ascended the stairs. You walked backwards so you could look at him even as you departed. Suddenly, he realized he didn't want you to leave. A burst of courage, one that would make his younger sister proud, had him bounding up a couple of stairs, reaching out and taking your hand in his.

A startled gasp left your lips as you looked down at him. He was still a few steps away, but even that distance felt intimate.

"Will I see you again?" He asked. The young King had no idea where this new side of him was coming from. He had always preferred solitude, and he was sure that the moment he left your presence he would revert back to his old self.

But for now, he would act on every impulse he could.

Just so he could be in your company again in the future.

You stopped short, a surprised look crossing your features as you blinked at him. Your gaze dropped from his face, to the hand that gripped yours. And though you were cautious around people you just met, something in you reassured you. Had you believing that you could trust him.

So you nodded, and the smile that lit up the entirety of his face was one that stayed with you till the next time you met.

                                          ————————–

It didn't take long for you to become aware of Ed, or rather King Edmund's true status. And though it did shock and embarrass you, not being able to recognize one of the Monarchs of your beloved country, the only thing that changed in your friendship were the titles. You began to call him Your Majesty, or King Edmund, whatever the situation asked for. And him, out of spite and knowing how much you hated it, called you My Lady.

Everything else stayed the same.

Your friendship. Your ability to know what was bothering one another. The fact that the both of you knew when the other was going through a hard time. He with his duties as a King, and you with your own problems.

The whole castle slowly became aware of your friendship, especially when Edmund would seek you out and would speak to you about the most recent book the both of you had read. He, like you, was an avid reader. Any book would do really.

Sometimes you would stop in the middle of your task, and simply stand with the King in the middle of the hallway, as the both of you discussed some new scientific theory being proposed by some cranky old centaur.

Other times you would burst into his study, frantically gesturing as you let out your frustrations concerning a character in whatever adventurous tale you were reading. He would put aside his work and just listen to you with that knowing smirk on his face.

Once he had let you rant for nearly ten minutes before handing you the second book and saying that hadn't been the ending. You had once thrown a book at his head for that.

He'd learned to not test you when it came to books after that.

Still, over the months your friendship had grown stronger. You had even gotten to know his siblings. And while you were friends with them as well, the level of intimacy you shared with Edmund, was one you could never reach with anyone else.

It was not surprising when the residents of Cair Paravel began to assume that the King of Narnia was courting a simple maid.

And though no one ever said it outright, everyone thought the same.

                                          ————————–

The Winter Ball was a grand affair.

Since the defeat of the White Witch Queen Susan had taken every step to ensure that the Winter Ball was the grandest of celebrations. Not only because it was Christmas but because she wanted to wipe away any negative memories the Narnians had when it came to winter.

As a half-dryad, partial to spring and summer, even you could not help enjoying the festivities.

But from afar.

You were keeping to the shadows, hiding in an alcove that overlooked the beach you and Edmund had walked along for hours at a time. Queen Lucy had gotten what she wanted. You attending the Ball. She'd actually dragged her brother into the conversation. And when he had asked if you were going to attend, you knew you were trapped.

He had looked so hopeful that all you could do was say yes.

You never could say no to him. A weakness he exploited sometimes when it came to getting away from Cair Paravel, during work hours, and just wandering around in the Woods or walking along the beach. Your Supervisor knew of your getaways, but since you had always been an efficient worker, she never complained.

At the moment, you were dressed in the same dress Lucy had given you, with your hair in an elegant braid, adorned with flowers you had picked from garden earlier that day.

You wore a necklace with the gown, a piece of jewelry that had been gifted to you by a certain King. Your fingers lifted to the gorgeous piece, lightly tracing the outline of the necklace, a small smile pulling at your lips as your mind wandered to the one who had gifted it to you.

"Lady Y/n?"

Speaking of which.

You spun on your heel, having forgotten that there was a side entrance to the alcove you were hiding in.

"King Edmund." You responded with a quick curtsy. You smiled at him as you straightened up. Silence followed, one where your smile slowly faltered, and your cheeks to grow red under his unwavering gaze. You adjusted the skirts of your dress nervously as you cleared your throat.

"Queen Lucy was gracious enough to lend me the dress, though I insist in returning it once I am done attending the Ball." You said as a way to start the conversation.

It was then, when your eyes dropped to his chest, that you suddenly realized why the color of your dress had been so familiar.

Every Monarch had their color. For King Peter, it was gold and blue. For Queen Susan it was two different shades of blue. For Queen Lucy it was red and blue. And for King Edmund, it was silver and blue.

The exact shade of the dress you currently wore.

If it didn't mean treason, you would surely kill Queen Lucy for playing such a hand.

"You look beautiful." His words prompted you to meet his gaze, which still hadn't left your face. Skin flushing, you reached up to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Th-thank you. You look good too. Did your sister threaten you into coming in proper attire?"

Edmund rolled his eyes. "She said she would lock me out of the library if I wasn't dressed right." You couldn't help but giggle at his expression.

"May I ask, why you're not out there, dancing?" He asked, moving to stand next to you so that the both of you could look out at the various dancing pairs. You shrugged. "I prefer the company of a select few." He nudged you playfully with his elbow. "I hope I'm included in that list."

You hummed in contemplation. "I believe you are number three. After your sisters." You responded, to which he pressed a hand over his heart. "Your words wound my My Lady. How shall I ever survive your cruel intentions."

This was what you loved liked about Edmund. He was always ready with a joke of some sort. It was rather refreshing, to have a friend who made one laugh.

A comfortable silence settled between the both of you, as you stood there and just watched everyone dance and enjoy themselves.

"Do you remember that day when I found out you were a King?" You suddenly spoke up, your gaze just as soft as your voice as the memory of that day rose to the front of your mind.

Edmund chuckled beside you. "Oh yes, I remember. I was talking to Peter about something, and you saw me." You nodded. "And I came over and ask how close of a friendship you shared with him because you punched him on the shoulder."

Turning your head slightly, you looked at him out of the corner of your eyes. "You decided to have some fun, saying you were quite close. And when I asked how close, you said he was your brother."

Edmund couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing, while you blushed furiously at the remembrance of your embarrassment in that moment. "Your expression was hilarious." He said once he paused for breath. "And then you said but that would make me King. Though I was rather offended you knew that Peter was King."

You scowled at his grinning face. "Thats because I had seen him give a speech in public before. It is hardly my fault that you barely leave your library or your office to go out and meet people."

He made a face. "Now why would I want to do that?" You rolled your eyes at him. "One would think as King, you would prefer to at least show yourself in public sometimes." You reprimanded, prompting Edmund to point a finger at you. "Did Susan tell you to say that? She's always going on and on about how I should spend some time with people so that I don't forget how to talk."

A teasing smile pulled at your lips as you flicked his finger away with your own. "Well she's not wrong. I love reading books just as much as you do, but at least I go out and talk to people."

Edmund rolled his eyes. "I talk plenty. At least with the people who matter." As he said that, his gaze flicked towards you and you smiled, reaching out to loosely loop your arm through his. "I am truly honored to be one of those people."

He smiled, his fingers intertwining with the hand that wrapped around his arm.

"You have no idea how much."

So saying, he brought up the hand he held, and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. And since you'd forgone gloves for the night, you could feel the press of his warm lips against your skin.

Your heart beat rapidly against your chest, and you were sure your cheeks were a permanent shade of pink with how much you were blushing.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had just remembered something.

And he had.

"I almost forgot! I went down to the beach a few days ago." So saying he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a rather pretty shell. "I found this while I was down there, thought you might like it."

With your free hand you took the shell, examining the pretty colors that nature had painted it with. It was truly beautiful. But that wasn't what you were focusing on.

He'd been at the beach for his own purpose, whatever it had been. But he had thought of you. You were on his mind when he saw the shell. You were who he remembered when he picked it up knowing you would like it.

How could he be so sweet and kind at the same time?

And how, oh how could you not fall in love with him if he were to keep showing you such sweet gestures?

The sight of the shell, and the aftereffects of the conversation you had just had with him, was what compelled you to do what you did next.

It was a simple maneuver really. One that required you to push yourself up on your toes, and tilt you head forward a little bit.

A simple series of movements.

And yet the outcome of it had Edmund's eyes widening as he felt the result of your gesture against his mouth. But it didn't stop there. His entire body stiffened for a brief moment, before he relaxed and tilted his head a little to better return the gesture. The hand that was not gripping yours, came up to rest the tips of his fingers under your chin.

Slowly you pulled back, your eyes opening so you could look at him. He was smiling. He was smiling at you so tenderly that you were sure your heart wouldn't be able to recover from the beauty of it.

Of him.

And his eyes. You actually had to look away because of how intense they were, as if he could see to the very inner most corner of your heart.

The fingers on your chin pressed lightly against your skin, coaxing you to turn your head back.

Edmund couldn't help it. He couldn't help himself and not look at you. He had to look at you.

You with your kind smile and gorgeous eyes. The way your hair would dance in the breeze and your whole face would light up when you talked about something you were passionate about.

Finally, after a few moments of simply looking at one another, he spoke. "You know there have been rumors going around. Rumors saying that I'm courting you."

You pursed your lips to suppress a smile. "I've heard about them, and I don't understand how people would think that." Even as you said it, you couldn't help but smile, knowing exactly why people would think that. He grinned as well, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"Well how about, we add wood to that fire and play a little game by giving them a little hint every now and then?" He asked, his eyes alight with that spark he got whenever he was thinking of some clever plan that would outwit anyone involved.

Luckily for Edmund, you shared his love of deception and pranks, so you smiled. "I think I would enjoy that."

He laughed softly, before leaning down to press his lips to yours in a brief kiss.

"Though I want you to know, that whatever hint or gesture I may show you, they come from my heart and hold true." He whispered against your lips, prompting you to nod.

"As will mine."

Suffice to say, the next morning, when Edmund kissed you in the open courtyard where a lot of creatures had gathered to clean up after the Ball the night before, the entire castle buzzed with gossip and speculation.

Though one thing was for sure.

In Mrs Beaver's words, the both of you were truly meant to be.

[luxthestrange]

WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#38 Respect your in-laws

Kalego: I hate being touched, The last time I touched another demon was when I was 14, It was during hand-to-hand combat

Narnia: Your Boyfriend and those...things*Looking at Kalego being held in an arm throne and you and Baby Iruma on Kalego's lap* are literally hugging you right now

Kalego:...This means nothing

[thethreeeyed-raven]

HELLO CUTIE PIE 🤭😜💜, imma hit you up with a Prince Caspian Req 🤞🗣 Ben Barnes has been my obsession lately. Sooo, you know that scene when Caspian is attacked in the night, but he's already escaping? Ok, so what if he's sleeping with his wife when he's awoken, and refuses to leave without her. Maybe once they are out of the castle, a guard tries to get her and he is all just heroic and handsome and sexy and beautiful and daddy and saves her? PLEASE AND TY. CHANGE WHATEVER U WANT

new life

the kingdom of dreams | warnings : none? | a/n : i didn’t add the heroic part i’m sorry pookie i just cba😭 | tags : @knight-of-flowerss , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

Caspian and you slept soundly, unaware of the events which will occur.

He was amidst a dream, one he dreamt every night, when suddenly a cold hand clasped across his mouth, jolting him awake.

Caspian soon calmed once he realised who it was and rolled his eyes, about to turn on his side. "Five more minutes."

"You won't be watching the stars tonight, my prince. Come, we must hurry." The professor grabbed hold of Caspian's wrist and lifted him up.

"What about Y/n?" Panic laced his voice as he let the man drag him about his bedroom.

"You must leave your lady wife, my prince, we must get you out quickly."

"No!" Caspian pulled back his arm and moved to wake you.

"Y/n, you must wake. The soldiers are coming for us."

You were blissfully asleep, until you awoke to Caspian frantically shaking you.

"My love, what is going on?" You were a bit disoriented as your sleep was deep, but the panic in his eyes was what woke you fully.

"Caspian. What's going on." You said sternly.

"I-I don't-" He was interrupted by the professor.

"Your aunt, she's...she's had a son. Now come, through here." The man led you through a secret passageway through your wardrobe, wasting no time to make your way down the stairs into the armory room.

Caspian grabbed a sword and other protective gear.

Just because you were a woman doesn't mean that you weren't trained in at least one form of combat.

Caspian specialised in swords, but you were a skilled archer.

So you picked up a bow and arrow and you all made your way to the horses.

All of you had decided that it was too dangerous to take two horses, so you sat behind Caspian.

"You must make for the woods."

"The woods?" You questioned.

"They won't follow you there." The professor then pulled out a mysterious object. "It has taken me many years to find this, only use it when needed."

"Will we ever see you again?" Caspian's voice was full of hope, but you didn't have the heart to tell him that you probably wouldn't.

"I dearly hope so, my prince. There is so much more I meant to tell you. Everything you know is about to change."

You and the Professor shared a look before you wrapped your arms tightly around Caspian's waist, setting off to hopefully start a new life.

[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.

thank you so much for reading until the end! as always, leave your thoughts/comments - i love reading them. constructive criticism is appreciated! •.˚⚘ ⋆.*.ゞ

[that-one-ostrich-friend]

Soft Night

king caspian x reader

word count: 500

summary: a quiet night after a long day

warnings: none

     The fire crackled in the hearth of the stone castle, its warmth spreading through the room and casting gentle shadows on the walls. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees of Narnia, a reminder of the untamed wilderness that lay beyond the castle's protective walls. Inside, however, it was warm, cozy, and peaceful — an atmosphere that was a rare treat for King Caspian.

     He had been busy all day, meeting with the Lords and ladies, listening to their concerns, and overseeing the peace in Narnia. But now, as the day began to fade and the first stars twinkled in the velvet sky, he found himself retreating from the demands of his crown to the solace of the private chambers he shared with her.

     Y/n was curled up by the fire, a book resting in her lap, but she had long since stopped reading. The soft glow of the flames illuminated her face, and Caspian couldn’t help but smile at the sight. There was something about her, something that calmed the storm inside him. The weight of the crown, the responsibility of the throne, all seemed to melt away whenever she was near.

     “Are you still reading, love?” Caspian’s voice broke the silence, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet as he moved towards her.

     She looked up from her book, her face lighting up with a smile. “Not really. Just… resting my eyes,” she admitted, closing the book and setting it aside.

     Caspian chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection. He sat down beside her, his warm presence radiating as he drew her closer. His fingers gently brushed through her hair, a touch so tender it made her heart flutter.

     “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” he murmured, his voice hushed, as though he didn’t want to disturb the peaceful tranquility of the moment.

     She nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here, Caspian,” she whispered, content to simply be in his company, to have him near. The weight of the day was still heavy on his shoulders, but he seemed to forget all of it when she was close.

     His hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. "I’m always here for you," he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. "You know that, right?"

     She nodded again, letting the comfort of his words wash over her. "I know," she replied, her eyes closing as she relaxed further into him.

     Slowly she began to fall asleep, the only sound in the room was the crackling fire and the soft rustle of the wind outside. The steady beat of Caspian’s heart against her side grounding her in a way nothing else could.

     Caspian’s fingers tightened around hers, and he pulled her even closer, as though he could never have enough of her presence. 

     "You’re my greatest treasure," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Everything else can wait when I’m with you."

     The world outside may have been vast and full of challenges, but in this moment, in his arms, nothing else mattered. The kingdom of Narnia, with all its glory and troubles, could wait.

     He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his fingers gently threading through her hair.

     And for that moment, at least, the world outside the castle faded away. 

[simp2537]

Masterlist

🔥-Smut 🧨-Angst

🩹-Hurt/Comfort 🧸-Fluff

🫶🏻-Yandere

🗝️-Dark/Darkish Aleksander Morozova

Series

Moon Helios: Y/n Starkov a legendary warrior, fierce protecter and monster. Bred and broken in servitude to her saint. She knows nothing but her mission in life. To live, and die at her saint’s command. Aleksander Morozova the most powerful of the grisha, a monster. A general who has been fighting alone for hundreds of years. She hates him, he needs her. 🔥🧨🩹🧸🗝️

Series trigger warnings: Child abuse, anxiety, religious trauma, racism, manipulation, division of canon, Alina hate?, trauma, ptsd, bullying, insomnia, self-neglect, mental health issues, guilt tripping, cult theme, blood consumption, cannibalism?? Lost of murder, talks of SA in other characters, Sexual acts, future smut, predatory behavior(not from Aleks) and all other shadow and bone stuff

Act I : Face Claims Act l : Prologue Act l : The academy Act I : Burn Marks Act I : Where’s my epic background music Act I : Necklace for a Lifetime Act I : The Motherland Act I : A Helios is Born

Series Blurs

I Have a Dream

Oneshots

Marking (Aleksander Morozova x fem!reader) 🔥 Touch her and die (Aleksander Morozova x fem!reader) 🩹🧨 Scars (Aleksander Morozova x wife reader)🧨🩹 Tension (Aleksander Morozova x fem!reader)🔥

Harry Potter

Series

N/a

Oneshots

A Miracle (Mattheo Riddle x pregnant!reader) 🩹 A Fathers love (Matthe Riddle x wife!reader)🩹🧸🧨 Reunion (King!Siris Black x fem!reader)🩹🧸

John Wick

Series

Pupllis: She was a weapon from birth. Born and bred to kill for the high table. John Wick a legendary assassin who knew more fame than any. She was a gift to him, he didn’t want to keep her. As there time together passes and they learn to care for one anyone the High Table comes for them. platonic! John wick x child!fem! Reader.🩹🧨🔥🗝️🧸 (Smut is not with John but future Oc)

Chapters One

Oneshots

N/a

My Hero Academia

Series

The Final Alice: Aizawa never wanted to be a father but that plan was thrown away when he found a girl during a mission. This girl was like no child he’d ever seen before. As she grew her power and background remained a mystery. How will her life turn when she meets a charming red head with sharp teeth and an explosive blonde. platonic!Aizawa x daughter!reader, KiriBaku x fem!reader.🧨🩹🔥🧸

Help Pick A Hero Name Help Pick A Hero Name pt 2 Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven

Oneshots

N/a

Narnia

Series

From the Stars : A star fairy and the prince of the kingdom that destroyed hers. What could happen? Prince Caspian x fem!reader🧨🧨🧨🔥🩹

Sneak Peak

Oneshots

Yandere Prince Caspian x reader headcannons🫶🏻 Something New (King Caspian x wife reader) 🔥

Percy Jackson

Series

N/a

Oneshots

Runaway (Percy Jackson x gn!reader)🧨🧨🩹🫶🏻🗝️ Misery is the Truest way of Love (Yandere Pereabeth x gn!reader)🫶🏻🧨🗝️ Lovers Quarrel (Pereabeth x gn!reader)🧨🩹 Stage Lovers (Yandere Perceabth x male!reader) 🧨🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🗝️

Blurs

Bottom Percy 🔥

Winx Club

Series

Fairy of Monsters : Alastaria the forgotten sister of Bloom. She slowly begins to unravel her true nature, thread by thread. How will she survive the many trials of her life. Sky of Eraklyon x Oc. Dark Winx Club fix.🩹🧨🗝️

Chapters one : Advesperascit  Chapter two : Monochopsis Chapter three : Kalopsia

Oneshots

N/a

The 100

Series

Project SS: It stared as an idea. Take a dying child and infect them with the SS serum. These children would be raised in isolation, to be the future soldiers for the ark, then earth.

Most died out over time.

Not her, Not Y/n Kane. The only child of Marcus Kane and his wife Alice Kane. After her birth, born with a weak heart Alice Kane decided to give her to the scientists that were working on the project.

Forging her husband’s signature upon the document Alice Kane was sentenced to death. The deal though and Y/n Kane became the most deadly of the super soldiers.

When protecting a friend she finds herself in a cell. Then in her way to earth with the rest of the 100. How will her love continue knowing she’s just puppet to be controlled. Will she grow out of such a horrible situation and blossom with the help of her friends and loved ones. Or will she fall so deep into her created identity that there is no hope. Bellamy Blake x fem!reader.🔥🧨🩹🗝️

Sneak Peak Chapter One Chapter Two

Dead Boy Detectives

Series

Scylla: She’s a half-breed mutt and he’s a crow. She was trapped in hell for hundreds of years before she met a teenage ghost who helped her escape. They later met another boy who would soon die and join there friendship. The group created the Dead Boy Detective Agency. Later as their classes become more difficult pieces of her life before her friends is slowly revealed. What should happen when she met and falls deeply and helplessly in love with an enemy crow. 🔥🧨🩹

Sneak peek Cast Chapter One Chapter Two

Oneshots

Poly Crystal Palace x mermaid reader x Niko Sasaki🧸

Twilight

Series

Hunter : When Charlie and Renee’s relationship was breaking the pair thought it’d be a good idea for them to have another child. However they couldn’t convince another child. So instead they chose to adopt a two year old little girl with a strange mark on his wrist. Bella was four when she met her new little sister. At first she didn’t like Y/n. She was always taking her dad’s attention.

Till one day Bella cut her knee on the sidewalk while playing. The first person that ran to her when she was hurt was Y/n. From that day forth Bella and Y/n were inseparable.

When Y/n was five her parents realized their marriage wasn’t working. Then they realized how smart Y/n was. Then two men from another country came and told Renee that they wanted Y/n to go to a special school for extraordinary children. They paid Renee and she sent Y/n off when she was five.

What happens when Y/n turns fifteenth and goes home. Will how different Y/n is change her life. Will the new being in her home change her.

Hunter Prologue: Last Defenders Chapter One : Reunited

Request list/Requests are Open

[bambieyedoll]

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

peter pevensie⠀⠀ ﹝〝⠀golden age⠀!⠀⠀╱︎⠀⠀high king, the magnificent .⠀﹞ the chronicles of narnia .

[hpnarnia1d]

I really don't want this Narnia series........ because I don't like the idea of someone else playing the love of my life. Like I trust Greta (now) to make the series something wonderful.....but Peter was fine as he was being played by William!!! Same with all the other characters, like those movies were part of early 2000s magic and to redo them just seems like they're going to mess it up (same with the hp series).

But also Peter was and still is my ult crush. I don't want someone else other than William to portray him.... because as much as I liked the book version of Peter, William is the reason I love Peter.

[luunaz]

[Morning with Peter Pevensie]

pairing: Peter Pevensie x reader

type: fluff 🍀

an: i have a hyperfixation on Narnia again 😔 English is not my native language, so sorry if there are mistakes. You can write to me and I will correct them.

It was early morning. The sky had already lightened, but the sun was not yet visible due to the dense row of trees. A chill ran through your skin when you went out on the balcony. Cair Paravel was so beautiful now. From mountain and forest areas to the gently blue sea. You leaned against the railing and closed your eyes. The fresh air filled your lungs and besotted your mind. This place has always calmed you down, given you a slight feeling of happiness. It seemed as if everything in this world was solvable. There are no problems, sorrows and bitterness. Just you and…

— Go back to bed, — a quiet voice sounded in your ear. You smiled gently at Peter, who had just woken up and looked so adorable with his disheveled hair. He gently put his arms around your waist and pulled you to him. His embrace was hot, which contrasted sharply with the cool and fresh air. Involuntarily, you snuggled even closer to him.

— I'm sorry, did I wake you up?

— Not really. I woke up and didn't see you next to me, — Peter looked at the sea, which gradually began to turn fiery colors. The sun is rising. — We have a little more time to just lie in bed before I have to go about my business.

— I want to stay here a little longer, — you looked pleadingly into his bright blue eyes. Peter turned you around to face him. He touched your cheek, and then he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. At that moment, all you were thinking about was that time would stop. You just wanted to stay here, in the arms of your king, forever.

— No matter how much time passes, my heart will beat as fast as the day I first saw you, — you said, smiling.

There was a twinkle in Peter's eyes. Yes, this man was definitely very passionate about everything he does, and when it comes to expressing his own feelings, he doesn't even think to hold back. Before you knew it, Peter kissed your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying to adjust to such a passionate kiss. First, he kissed your lips, then he moved on to your cheeks, nose, forehead and neck. You gasped when his soft lips touched your collarbone.

— I think we should go back to the bedroom,— Peter said, and picked you up in his arms.

— I think so too, — you said with a smile, flicked the man on the nose.

[padfootagain]

His Heart in Your Hands

Hi everyone! Today, we’re answering a request for my 6k event made by @jackys-stuff-blog for our dear King Caspian: “*Yikes* I need to be fast uhm... Okay, congratulations on 6k followers again, you deserve it 😊 Can I request something for king caspian with this prompt Wounded character leads to confession. Where he comes back from a journey and the reader is patches him up (she is working in the Castle) Please? Thank you 😌🥺❤️🫂 I hope it's okay like that Oh, only if you have some places for requests left”

Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like this!

Hope you all like this, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: King Caspian x reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood and description of a wound, violence… our baby’s fighting!

Summary: Caspian comes back to Cair Paravel alive after a campaign against a neighbouring kingdom, but he’s still in a pretty bad shape. You’ve been worried sick about him, and even if you are but a servant, even if it’s not your place… you can’t help but look for him that night, just to make sure that he’s alright.

Word Count: 2950

Caspian’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You knew that you shouldn’t be there, and yet, you couldn’t help your feet as they crossed the castle.

You were but a servant, after all, you ought to remain where you belonged. Which was anywhere but near the King. And yet…

… yet there you were, in front of the door of his private chamber, with some water and some clothes and bandages in your hands.

You had managed to convince your colleague to let you go in her stead; to have an excuse to offer the guards to let you pass and access the King’s private chambers. And she disapproved of your feelings towards the leader of your people, but she didn’t understand. She didn’t understand that you knew him. That you had spent long evenings with him, when you should have been cleaning and he should have been resting; talking, laughing, falling in love, one dreadful and yet irrevocable step at a time. A love that you had never confessed, knowing that he would not feel the same, knowing that this was impossible.

There had been rumours spreading while he was gone, talks of a terrible injury, the kind that could be lethal. Talks of his death, even. Of Caspian being hit by the sharp edge of a blade across the chest, of his blood staining the grass and making the cold ground fume. Of his eyes closing forever, of a last breath being drawn… And you refused to believe it. Even when people started to guess the name of the next King, you refused to give in. Something inside you knew that he was still out there, alive and breathing and that he would come home, eventually. Your friends called it delusion, denial. You preferred to call it instinct.

Still, when you had seen him, along with a large crowd gathered by the doors of Cair Paravel to welcome him back, you were worried. Everybody was. If he was smiling, Caspian was paler than you had ever seen him, his arm wrapped in a bandage, pain written all over his features despite his best efforts to hide it. Instead of the traditional banquet, the King had retired to his chambers as quickly as he could to rest, and rumours were starting again, claiming that his injury was worse than it seemed, that his life was still at stake, that a doctor was there constantly, that he had called for his advisors to decide on who would step next to the throne, just in case…

You had to make sure that none of these rumours were true, that he was fine. So, you imagined that trick with your colleague, convinced her to do it. And if she was supposed to give the bandages and the water to the guards, you had claimed that you had been told to bring them directly to the King. A royal order. No one could go against that. If Caspian failed to back up your story, you could be fired, or worse, sent in a dark cell for many years, but you didn’t care. Caspian and his injury were the only things on your mind.

You gathered your courage in a long intake of breath, and finally knocked on Caspian’s door.

His answer sounded distant, weaker than usual. Still, you obeyed the invitation, opened the door and walked in.

Caspian was lying in his bed, pillows set against the headboard so he could be half-seated. There were candles on his bedside table, and a warm fire in the hearth, and yet the room was dark, the inky sky shy of a moon and stars tonight. A half-eaten meal rested in a small tray by the bed, a book was set on the covers. And Caspian was there, buried under blankets, looking weak for the first time since you had met him.

Oh, you knew that he could be a gentle soul, you had talked about his weaknesses, he had showed you parts of his heart few had been lucky enough to glimpse at. But this was different. Somehow, over the course of the last year, ever since you had started speaking to him in private, Caspian had been a constant in your life. Once a week, you would sit together in the library, or in the gardens if the weather was gentle enough to allow it, and you would talk about yourselves, about what had happened in your lives while you were apart, about his worries, and your tasks, and he would complain about foreign dignitaries that drove him crazy, and you would laugh as you mocked some impolite lords and ladies. Every week for a year, you had been longing for these few hours spent with him, for his reassuring presence by your side, for the attentive ear he was lending to your unimportant life. And perhaps it was stupid, because again, you were but a servant, but during all these evenings you couldn’t help but believe him when he said that he cared, that he wanted to see you, that he was happy to spend time with you. It had been a regular meeting that had marked your life in such a way that you could not imagine living without it now.

And now, Caspian was lying in a bed, pale as sheets, beard a little overgrown, eyes so tired they seemed buried in their sockets, dark bags dug under his eyes. And for the first time, you thought that perhaps the rumours were true, that his life truly was endangered, that you could lose him for good…

“Y/N?”

He beamed up at you, a tiny bit of colour coming back to his cheeks for a moment, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Your Majesty,” you bowed before walking closer, setting the water and clothes on a small table near the bed.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, but there was no resentment in his voice, more like disbelief, a tinge of awe at the sight of you.

“I came to take care of your bandages.”

“You?”

“I… I might have insisted…”

He chuckled, but quickly winced instead, hissing as his hand flew to hold his ribs. And he looked exhausted all over again.

“I apologize… broken ribs,” he explained. “Laughing is not recommended for a few more days.”

“I am sorry, I did not mean to cause you any pain. I can come back later…”

“No!”

He held out his hand, and you had no choice but to take it.

“Please, stay,” he asked, begging, and you had never seen such desperation in his eyes before. “Please…”

“Alright, I will stay.”

He pulled you closer, gently, until you would sit by his side; and he smiled at the feeling of the mattress bending slightly under your weight.

“What happened?” you asked, suddenly conscious of the quiet in the room, a silence barely disturbed by the cracking of the fire and the lulling movement of the wind.

He gave you a reassuring smile.

“I shall be healed in a few weeks, there is no need for you to worry.”

“There are rumours…”

“I am certain that they are most interesting. When is my untimely demise supposed to occur?”

He seemed relaxed despite his tiredness, and you caught yourself smiling at his joke.

“About three days ago.”

“Dear Aslan, I am back from the dead already!”

“It would seem so. You look the part, at least.”

He tried not to laugh, and you apologized as he winced.

“I have missed this.”

“My obvious disrespect toward my King?”

“You. I have missed you.”

He blinked, and you thought he needed rest, but he asked for you to stay again, just a little longer, and you couldn’t refuse.

“You did not answer. What happened?”

Caspian shrugged.

“It was a battle, I was wounded. There is nothing else to say about it.”

Slowly, you nodded, knowing that he was avoiding your question, but letting him get away with it.

“I should change your bandage. And then, I will let you rest.”

“Do I truly look so bad?” he asked with a crooked smile, but it faltered as you averted your eyes. It was your time to avoid his question.

You helped him out of his shirt, revealing the large bandage that encircled his torso and shoulder. He had another one around his arm. Both wounds were deep cut, that had been stitched by the expert hands of a doctor. Still, as you stared at the broken flesh, at the spots of blood still on his skin, at the red line crossing his chest… you realized just as lucky he was to still be breathing.

The rumours, if exaggerated, were not unfounded either…

You got to work in silence, hands shaking as you held back tears. Because you could have lost him this time, he could have never come back home, and then you would have never been able to tell him what he meant for you. That he was everything. That you loved him with a devotion you had never guessed yourself capable of. With a love you knew could never falter…

“Y/N?”

He wrapped his hand around yours, steadying your trembling fingers. You realised, then, that you were crying.

“I am fine. It is just a wound, it will heal.”

You didn’t stop him when he guided your palm to his heart, splaying your hand across his warm chest, and your heart staggered at the contact. He made you feel the organ hidden there, beating steadily, unwaveringly.

“I am fine. I am here,” he went on, tone soothing, unbelievably warm, and it made you cry even harder, breaking all of the borders to your hearts, all the walls guarding your soul.

“I was so scared,” you admitted, voice hoarse with your cries. “I am so scared…”

“There is no reason for you to worry. It will heal. I am perfectly fine. I simply need a few days of rest, and then everything will be back to normal.”

“You could have died…”

“But I did not.”

“This time. This time, you did not. What about next time?”

“Next time, I will not die either. I will come back, and you will be here to welcome me home, just as you are here now.”

He brushed your tears away with his thumb.

“Stop crying. I cannot see you in pain.”

But you didn’t calm down, and he frowned in worry.

“Y/N, what is it? What is on your mind? What has you so upset?”

Under your palm, his heart was still beating, you could feel it run across your entire body. You would have sworn your own heart was in sync with his now.

“I am sorry,” you whispered. “I cannot help it. The way… the way I feel for you. I am sorry.”

He frowned slightly at that, but there was some hope in his eyes as well.

“I think… Seeing you like this… I cannot hold it back any longer. I just… I must let it out. Even if I know that this is impossible, and that my feelings are unrequited… and perhaps you will never want to see me again but… it hurts too much to think that you could have died without knowing.”

You were bolder than you had ever believed yourself to be capable of when you reached up to touch his cheek, fingers tickled by his beard.

“I love you,” you confessed in a breath that even you could barely hear, and yet Caspian seemed to catch it loud and clear. The way his breath caught in his throat, and his heart under your palm sped up, became erratic… all these were giving him away. “I love you, Caspian. I have loved you for a long time. And… I know that I am servant, and that I will never be more than a faithful friend to you, but… I wanted to tell you, while I have the chance. Because despite being forbidden, my feelings are earnest, and that ought to mean something… If anything, it ought to be worthy of acknowledgement, at the very least…”

You were surprised to find tears in Caspian’s eyes, some that he tried to blink away, but failed to force into disappearance. Instead, he pressed your palm harder against his chest, and his heart was beating dangerously fast now. And through his gesture, he was trying to tell you something, or rather, to show you, as words were failing him now.

But you didn’t understand, and so he cleared his throat, at long last.

“I did not think that you felt this way for me.”

“I thought I was being obvious,” you replied, a painful smile on your lips. “All of my colleagues know. They have guessed. They call me a fool for it, and they are right, of course.”

“A fool?”

“You are King, and I am a servant. There is no more foolish love as this one.”

“I highly disagree. If anything… if anything, I am happy you are letting yourself yield to such foolishness.”

You frowned at his words, afraid to understand what he meant.

He looked down for a moment, looking for the right words, it seemed, and you gave him the time he needed to start speaking. Anyway, you didn’t know what to say.

“If you are opening your heart to me, then… I reckon that I should open mine as well. I… I was hoping you would come, that I would see you today. But I was worried that you would not want to see me, so I did not ask for you to come.”

You frowned at that.

“Why would I not want to see you?”

Caspian shrugged.

“I did not think that you harboured such feelings for me. I thought… I thought I was a mere friend. You have never shown any sign that there could be more…”

“You are King, there cannot be more. Despite my feelings, I am well aware that there will never be anything more between us.”

But Caspian shook his head, capturing your gaze in the blackness of his irises.

“Y/N… I am King. I am the one making the laws, I can marry whoever I want.”

He said it like it was easy. Like it would not create rumours, create tensions with other lands, like it would not infuriate the entirety of the Lords and Ladies, like the whole of Narnia would not criticize his choice. Like it merely depended on the two of you. It seemed such a foolish view of the world, naïve, too much so for such a clever man.

“The political crisis that would follow would be disastrous.”

“Why would it be? There is nothing wrong in falling in love. There is nothing wrong in marrying the woman I love either. We have never behaved in a disrespectful way, we have never crossed any line that should have remained uncrossed. There is nothing wrong with this…”

The woman I love.

His words echoed still in your ears, in your heart as well. You could not believe them… or rather, you could not believe that they were meant for you.

“Besides, there is a very easy solution to our problem.”

“Really?”

“I can dismiss you from the castle. Then you will no longer be a servant working at Cair Paravel. And then, if you want me, I can marry you.”

You stopped breathing altogether, and Caspian seemed amused by your expression. The smile that formed on his tired features was full of fondness.

“It is funny that you blame me for being blind, when you have been just as unable to see the truth as I was. I thought, too, that I was being quite obvious.”

“You cannot be meaning that.”

But he pressed your palm tighter against the skin of his chest, so you could feel even more vividly the beating of his heart against your hand, until it felt like you were touching it, like you were holding the organ itself.

He looked at you with such intensity, the entire world around you had disappeared.

“Y/N… do you not know…? Do you not know that my heart is yours? That it has always been yours? Can you not feel it?”

He gave you a gentle smile, voice barely more than a whisper and much deeper than usual, the weight of the confession making it too hard for him to breathe.

“My heart is in the palm of your hand, where it has always belonged. It has always been yours to hold in your hands.”

It was his turn to reach for your cheek, and you leaned into his touch without noticing. When he gently pulled you down, failing strengths not allowing him to lean up to meet you, you didn’t resist. Instead, you allowed him to guide you to him, until his lips and yours were but a breath away from each other.

“I love you,” he whispered, and your heart, you thought, exploded. “Can I… Can I do this? Y/N, I have been dreaming about this for so long…”

Instead of answering, of granting him permission to finally kiss you, you were the one to close the distance between your mouths, kissing him achingly, with every bit of your worry, your love, your passion, your withheld feelings poured into him through the tender gesture. And he responded with the same strength, the same unwavering desire to hold you closer, to devour you until you were one, to show you just as much he felt for you…

You kissed for a long time, forgetting about the world, the duties, the ranks and the time that passes. And in your palm, his heart was beating.

[lokotrona11]

Hiiii

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

I would like it to be extremely angsty if possible

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

Thanks for requesting, keep doing it 🫶🏻

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

Pairing : Edmund x Reader

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

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

Word count : 600-700

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

The gif is not mine!

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

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

And you felt the same

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah."

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

He raises an eyebrow. "I think so."

"Why are you walking away from me then?"

"Why should I be close?"

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

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

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

"Then why are you dating Caspian?"

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

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

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

"But you're with him."

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

"No! He's just a friend"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are not.."

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

"Do you think I'm with Caspian?"

"Yeah."

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

You walk towards him taking his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

"But you're wrong.."

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

Ed cocked his head. "Safe?"

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

Ed nods, not very aware. "Alright."

You smile and your lips steal a kiss from him.

"You want to be my boyfriend?" Questions.

Raise your eyebrow. "You ask me?"

"That's wrong?"

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

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