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lexxie · 1 year

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Being the youngest Pevensie sibling in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (gn!reader)

A/N: This will be set in the first movie, maybe I will do more parts for the next ones other time. Reader is going to be 1-2 years younger than Lucy (so 7 or 6 years old). This gif is not mine and english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!

Helen (Mrs. Pevensie) said goodbye to you in the train station after all your siblings, she kissed your forhead and said "Be good Y/N, listen to your brothers and sisters"

Everyone squeezed each other as they looked out of the train's window, saying goodbye to your mother one last time

When the train arrived at the destination, every kid was picked up, and you and your siblings were the last ones

You got tired after waiting a long time, so Peter carried you

No matter your gender, I think you would share rooms (with Edmund or Susan and Lucy) at Professor Kirke's house, but if that isn't possible you would have a room for yourself near your siblings

Or one of the eldest would sleep in the couch (probably Peter)

Discovering the wardrobe with Lucy:

The youngest often follows their older siblings

Since Peter was counting when playing hide and seek, Susan hid in a trunk and Edmund didn't want anyone with him, you followed Lucy

When both of you went in the room and found this thing covered in cloth, you were immedeatly curious

Lucy took the cloth off revealing a wardrobe, and gave you a look before entering, Peter was almost done counting

You entered the wardrobe and almost closed the door, you and Lucy looked through the small opening and then it closed completely

When some strange things touched your hands, you were confused

Until turning around and finding an amazing place covered in snow

Lucy grabbed your hand

"Stay close to me"

You walked to the light post and screamed when a strange creature appeared

Few seconds went by when your sister started walking and grabbed one of the packages the creature dropped and gave it to it, you did the same thing

After some talking, it was discovered that the creature was a faun, who thought the little humans were dwarfs

"I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl! And actually, I'm the tallest in my class" -Lucy

Then he asked if you were children of Adam and Eve

"Well, our mum's name is Helen"

He said you were human, and seemed afraid while saying that

Lucy explained how you got there

Some time after, you found out the faun is called Mr.Tumnus

You spent time in his home, but he rushed Lucy and you back to the light post

You were both back in the room with the wardrobe, and it seemed you appeared in the exact moment you left

Edmund was still in his hiding spot and Peter approached the three

When you and Lucy tried to explain everything, they didn't believe you

Discovering the wardrobe with the rest of the siblings:

When Peter started counting, you looked around the room some seconds before running to a door

You ended up hiding under a couch in a hallway

When Lucy came back and tried to tell everyone about Narnia, nobody believed her except you

But after seeing the woods, they apologized to you two

Now your relationship with each Pevensie sibling

Peter Pevensie

He would be the most protective, since you are the youngest

I'm not sure if he knows how to play chess, but if he does, he would teach you

He would also read you stories before bed

Susan Pevensie

Would teach you lots of things

Makes you read books that can teach you something useful (in her words)

I feel both of you plus Lucy would learn to bake together before the war happened

Edmund Pevensie

Would bother you and make jokes, but not in a really harmful way (he wouldn't literally bully you)

I think he would also be protective

And be like: You can't make fun of my little siblings, only I can!

Lucy Pevensie

Since she is the closest in age to you, you would have the best relationship from all the siblings

But that doesn't mean you aren't close with the others

Lucy is your playmate

Play time is always fun, because the imagination both of you have is big

The last scenes (this one will be short because I don't have much ideas, and I don't know what your gift from the santa would be)

You were at the stone table, the place where Aslan died, with your older sisters

When Lucy helped Edmund with her gift you were so relieved

Everyone hugged, and they were all very happy

Then the coronation came

You were nervous but excited

By how I imagine the youngest Pevensie is (creative, with a big imagination, kind, extrovert and how she acted before and in Narnia), I think you would be named something like King/Queen/Monarch Y/N the Believer or Dreamer

Aslan was gone, that made you a little sad

Many years went by and life was great

Everyone grew up

One day, you and your siblings were hunting a stag when you found the wardrobe

The five of you entered it

And suddenly you were in Professor Kirke's house again, as children

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pariahsparadise · 2 years

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requested by @ittybittygreek: might you be able to do GOLDEN AGE EDMUND X READER where reader cant sleep during a snowstorm and goes to the library and eds there and they just stay up and talk about plans for spring and they fall asleep n then tumnus finds them asleep in a chair together the next morning

word count: 1.2k

pairings: edmund pevensie x gn!reader

warnings: unedited work, fluff? mentions of the white witch & nightmares idfk

a/n: i really hope this is what you had in mind, thank you so much for this request! i wrote this so fast lmaoo

You couldn’t sleep.

You tossed and turned in your perfectly lavish bed, the sheets satiny soft and the pillow always cool, in search of the comfort that it usually brought you. Today, however, there was none. The air in the room remained frosty, a result of you forgetting to close your window earlier. A major error, considering the roaring snowstorm currently plaguing Narnia. No matter how many sheets you piled up over your body, how you tried to huddle amongst the pillows, your body was at a loss for warmth, desiring heat you could not give it.

Giving up, you threw the covers off, shivering when the cold air hit your bare skin. Quickly grabbing your dressing robe, you slipped into your shoes and lit a torch, carrying it with you to light your way to the library. This was something you did often when you couldn’t sleep, whether it be because of the weather, or just a certain restlessness you felt.

The library was surprisingly warm when you entered, and you frowned when you saw a crackling fire burning away merrily in the corner. You approached it hastily, because unattended fires in a library filled with books and parchments and scrolls- well, that was just a recipe for disaster, wasn’t it? As it turned out, you needn’t have worried, because a certain dark-haired royal was sitting right across it, his locks unruly and his shirt askew, evidently another sufferer of insomnia like yourself.

“My King,” you said with a small bow, chuckling at the scowl Edmund looked up to give you.

“It’s just Edmund to you, and you know that, Y/N.”

“I think you’re messing up the order, I’m pretty sure it’s Edmund the Just?” you teased, picking out one of your favourite books from the shelf nearby before taking a seat next to him on the couch. You lifted your feet from the cold stone floor, tucking them under you as you glanced at Edmund.

He was shaking his head at you disapprovingly, the top two buttons of his nightshirt open, allowing you a glimpse of the skin that hid underneath. The sleeves of the shirt were pulled up his arms, and his skilled hands were currently cradling a well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice- one of the few books from your world that were found here. His eyes glittered in the firelight that lit up his face just so, the dark eyebags etched into his skin deterring absolutely none of his beauty.

And Edmund Pevensie was devastatingly beautiful.

“Like what you see?” he asked you, mouth quirking up to the side, and you rolled your eyes, hitting his arm lightly. In a motion so swift, he quickly grabbed your wrist, palm sliding up to splay across your hand, twining your fingers.

“Flirt,” you accused and he just laughed, his rarely seen dimples showing as he smiled at you, “Only for you, love.”

You shook your head at him, but left your hand in his.

“What are you doing up, anyways?” you asked after a few moments of content silence.

Edmund sighed deeply, turning his head to gaze at the flickering flames in front of you, “Same as you, I suppose. I couldn’t sleep, so I stole away here.”

“Was it the nightmares?” you asked cautiously. Edmund’s betrayal of his siblings to the White Witch still haunted him, and the snowstorm raging outside was similar to the weather that had cursed Narnia while she had ruled. He had come to you before, when a woman guard bore a slight resemblance to her, when he saw someone wearing a similar outfit- if little things could send him into such a panic, it was not hard to believe that an entire fucking snowstorm wouldn’t.

Edmund didn’t respond to your question with words, instead opting to tip his chin down a centimetre, before raising it again as confirmation.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, squeezing his hand, sending a spasm of warmth through both of your bodies and bringing a slight smile back to his face. “Guess you can’t wait for spring, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Edmund said, his words tinged with excitement. “I already have so many plans.”

“Do go on.”

“Training programs,” he started, “The soldiers won’t be nearly as bitter when the weather’s warmer, so we could start implementing the new initiatives then. Not to mention, dances,” your eyebrows shot up, but he persevered, “Yes, we could invite royalty from our neighbouring kingdoms. Narnia is lovely in the spring, and with our hospitality combined with the refinery we’ll showcase- I’m sure we’ll be able to forge alliances with many. And I’ll take you as my date, and we’ll dance together. And you’ll step on my toes because you’re a terrible dancer, but I’ll survive, because it’s worth it if you’re the one dancing with me.”

Your cheeks flushed a terrible red, but Edmund was too caught up in his plans to notice, “And we’ll go on picnics. We’ll go horse-riding and swimming, and I’ll be able to pluck you flowers again.”

“And I’ll make you another flower crown,” you piped up, and Edmund snapped the fingers on his free hand before pointing at you seriously, “Yes. Exactly. You’ll do that, and I’ll wear it instead of my real crown till the flowers die, like last time.”

You chuckled, nestling in closer to Edmund’s shoulder, which was now pressed up against yours, startling a little at the space between you two - or lack thereof. When did you even shift this close? You listened to his voice rambling on, the low tones a glorious medley you’d listen to forever if you could. And though you tried, you really tried to stay awake and participate in the conversation, your eyelids became heavier than stone, impossible to keep lifted up. Somehow, you were warmer sitting here with Edmund than in your room with the dozens of blankets piled up. More comfortable, too, and you found yourself slipping easily into the land of dreams.

“So what do you think?” Edmund asked as he finished ranting about one of his other ideas, looking down at you and mentally smacking himself for being so loud. It hadn’t seem to affected you though, if the way your breaths flowed steadily and your eyes remained peacefully closed was any indication.

Edmund found himself smiling a little giddily at your frame curled up against him, irrationally happy that you trusted him enough to fall asleep in his presence.

“And maybe,” he whispered to you quietly, voice feather-soft as he pressed an even softer kiss to your forehead, “Maybe I’ll finally ask you out this spring.” As he spoke the words, they cemented themselves on his mental checklist of things to do the next season, and Edmund fell asleep not long after with a stupid, stupid smile on his face.

“Should- should we wake them up?” Mr. Tumnus asked Lucy in quiet tones. The two of them had come into the library in search of a book about botany, wanting to identify some of the plants that had somehow survived last night’s storm.

“No,” said Lucy, watching the two of you with a knowing smile. It didn’t matter that Edmund had an important meeting this morning, she’d happily be able to fill in for him, “No, let them be.”

read part 2 here :)

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sbd-laytall · 4 months

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Caspeter, but in a Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement AU.

Okay, but hear me out.

Peter takes Mia's role.

Caspian takes Nicholas' role.

Aslan takes Clarisse's role.

Miraz takes Nicholas' uncle's role.

#Edmund and Susan and Lucy are just there to make sure Peter gets married (and also to make fun of him)#look before anyone judges me I have had this AU in my mind for at least 2 years #I'm thinking of actually writing it but I don't know #I just think it would be really fun to put Caspeter in the universe and situation of another one of my favorite rivals to lovers ship #OHHHH Mr. Tumnus and the beavers can be some servants #it all fits #caspeter #caspian x #prince caspian #peter pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #the princess diaries #princess diaries 2 #gif is not mine #my post

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theaskywalker · 2 years

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Imagine being invited for afternoon tea along with Queen Lucy at Mr Tumnus' cave

Masterlist

#chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrope #the horse and his boy #prince caspian #the voyage of the dawn treader #queen lucy the valiant #lucy pevensie #mr tumnus #lucy pevensie x reader #lucy pevensie imagine #the chronicles of narnia imagines #narnia imagines #afternoon tea #cave #golden age #narnia #friends #cozy evening

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thedawntreaders · 2 years

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tcon kids and instruments: what i think they would play / which instrument represents their personality!

a note: i've had 10+ years of classical music training for piano and 6+ years of performing in several ensembles. most of the descriptions given are based off my experiences with hearing these instruments in performance settings and interacting with the people who play them.

peter pevensie

snare drum. this instrument is the backbone of pretty much any orchestral/marching band ensemble; it sets the rhythm and pacing for all pieces. ask any player how they keep track of their part and they'll tell you they pay attention to the snare drum. in that way, the snare drum is a leader. but! never forget that the conductor is the one who calls the shots. you'll find that if the snare drum player decides to not listen to the conductor, they can pretty much alter the course of the song, and often for worse. in summary: peter is the snare drummer who takes charge, and aslan is his conductor.

susan pevensie

harp or lyre. i can imagine that in cair paravel, the soft, yet calculated plucking of strings would reverberate through the halls. it should be noted that susan isn't much of a performer like edmund or jill; rather, she considers this activity of hers as a pastime she dabbles in once in a while. it's peaceful and grounding to her. she does, however, have a piece ready in the event she is asked to present something, such as during a ball. that's when everyone sees how she lives up to her title, gently playing her instrument and filling the air with graceful and serene tones.

edmund pevensie

guitar or lute. edmund is a passionate performer, whether it's devising an act in the courtroom to turn the tides in his favor or plucking out a folk tune in the streets. narnians claim there's magic channeling through his fingertips as he performs, and the grave, quiet man they thought him to be, disappears into the shadows of the forest. the creatures dance, the trees hum, and the colors turn a little more vivid as he twists his tuning pegs. when he picks up the instrument on earth, his parents are convinced he must have been a guitarist in his past life. in a way, it's true.

lucy pevensie

flute. a flute's timbre is airy, light and likely to sport many playful tunes. this instrument is often at the forefront when it comes to melodies played in an ensemble, like a guiding beacon for the rest of the players to follow. in other words, i find it best representative of lucy and her character. not to mention, i can definitely picture mr. tumnus teaching her how to play a version of the flute, like his own which resembles a combination of the aulos/duduk. she carries it with her to the battlefield, lifting up the spirits of her people, and renewing them with energy that is rumored to be enchanted.

eustace scrubb

oboe. this instrument can stick out like a sore thumb in an arrangement. at times it will sound shrill, nasally, and there are many times where the conductor will ask you to back down with the dynamics. it's no wonder why it reminds me of a certain, snarky boy. however, after practicing and polishing, an oboe and its solo can be the defining aspect of a musical piece. eustace never cared for the instrument, only picking it up because there was nothing else left, and it showed. however, after a change of heart, the ensemble takes a turn for the better and he throws on the performance of a lifetime.

jill pole

trumpet. many trumpet players i know possess strong and vibrant personalities. they tend to have a mind of their own, which sometimes clash with the conductor's feedback. what jill finds enticing about the trumpet is that the instrument itself is quite tough to control sound wise. she likes a good challenge. i can imagine her being a prominent jazz player, always confident under the spotlight and improvising for her solos. to the assuming eye, she looks like a woodwind player, mellow and sweet. but come to her performances and she will knock your socks off with clear and striking brass tones.

caspian

piano. piano players are versatile in that they can take command, move people with their pieces, and have competitors at the edge of their seats or remain in the background of an ensemble, always there, but never overpowering. additionally, many ensemble pieces start off with a piano solo before having other instruments join in. these two facts mirrors caspian's lonely venture into the forest before running into the narnians and the uncertainty of his authority around peter. however, he gains confidence with time, just like a pianist who finally gets used to the weight of the keys in a new piano.

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paisholotus · 2 years

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Chapter one

୨⎯ Rina's Pov ⎯୧

I was assisting Mr Tumnus with his fruit and jams when we heard a little girl laughing outside; he jumped up to investigate, I wanted join him, but he'll do anything to protect me under my father's orders. He'd been gone for a few minutes when he returned with an unfamiliar looking girl who definitely wasn't from Narnia.

She couldn't see me of course, my father has been teaching me and my sister about our abilities, one which is my invisibility. I just hope this person doesn't cause any trouble by the White Wench, as I like to refer to her, but my father says that's a no no word.

"Would you like something to eat, Lucy" "Oh sure, please," she said happily. So Lucy Is her name.

Her hair was short and straight, and her skin was smooth with bright cheeks, she didn't appear to be a threat, and she stated that she's from London, with two brothers and a sister. Said that she had to leave because of the war. London sounds alot worse than here. She claims they are staying with a professor and that she entered Narnia through a wardrobe. This may sounds strange, but there are several ways to get here.

Mr. Tumnus sat on the other side of the table and placed some fruit in front of me. Lucy examined the empty side of the fruit plate "is someone going to be joining us." Mr. Tumnus looked and gazed at me, as if he was thinking. Lucy looked at the embty space and looked back at him confused waiting for him to speak.

"No, there's someone already here. But you must swear not to tell anyone, not even your family about what you've seen. if the White Witch finds her, her and your family may perish. I necessarily don't care what happens to me. But, i on the other hand, laid down my life for her. So, Lucy, please make a vow to me.

"I swear, Mr. Tumnus." Lucy said, sincerely.

He smiled and turned to face me. "All right, Rina, you may come out now." I was hesitant since I didn't know if I could trust her. And who is to say she won't tell her family since the White Witch sees everything, but I'm going to take the chance anyhow. But I'll explain the rules about outside later.

Lucy gasped as I made myself visible by removing my hood from my cloak. I looked down at the fruit in front of me and started eating; I loved fruit and potatoes and didn't consume alot of meat sometimes fish. Mangos were my favorite fruit. My dad says that I eat so many of them that I begin to smell like them.

"Lucy, my name is Rina, and I hope you and I can become friends." Lucy smiled toothily at me. "you're stunning. You have a princess-like appearance." I grinned because I am, in fact a princess, but she has no idea. "Thank you, Lucy; you're quite lovely yourself."

"Come on, let's go outside." She said, as she blushed and rushed to grab my hand. "Hold on lu, remember what Tumnus told you." She nodded "when we go outside I'm going to grant you the power to see me, but just act like you don't see me ok, because like I said we are being watched." She nodded again, and we walked out the house into the winter snow.

#mr. tumnus #black reader #black writers #black representation #black excellence #narnia x black reader #narnia #peter pevensie #Peter Pevensie x black reader #edmund pevensie x black reader #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #aslan #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #black girls #for The Love Of Narnia

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imagines--galore · 11 months

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||An Unexpected Turn||

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

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

High King Peter was a whole other story.

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

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

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

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

One even his siblings weren’t privy to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You never went anywhere without it.

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

“You know me well, Your Majesty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet neither of you could help yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie #peter pevensie x y/n #narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the chronicles of narnia

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

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KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

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PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

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SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

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THE MIGHTY DUCKS

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DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

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MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

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winterchildd · 2 years

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"Taking care of you"

Title: "Taking care of you"

Word Count: 841

Pairing: Edmund x fem!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff *w*

Request: Nop, I just wanted to give you a soft caring Edmund to bright your day 😚

Author's note: Don't have much to say, I wrote this for my big sis, 'cause she wasn't feeling well, mentally and phisically, and I wanted to cheer her a little bit. Hope this can make you guys smile too, and please always remember to take care of yourselves, your mental health matter as much as your physical health

Love you guys🌻

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"I can't believe..." Y/N mumbled as the slow creaking of the opening door reached her ears making her turn to the side and meet the guilty and obviously amused gaze of Edmund, who sneaked undisturbed into the room "You sneaked out again..." she sighed, letting out a hoarse laugh as she slowly, careful not to make sudden or too rapid movements, sat up with her back sunk limply against the pillows "You don't need to pass so often ... it's just a cold" she added while observing him with a sort of resignation as he confidently took his place on the chair next to her bed.

"It is necessary instead" Edmund replied with a smirk, leaning slowly towards her to place a delicate kiss on her forehead "I like to take care of you" he added as he took off his cloak letting it fall back on the backrest of the chair

"Uh uhm .... sure" Y/N said, amusedly tilting her head "Let's say you like to use me as an excuse to take a break from all those paperwork that Peter gives you" she chuckled slowly shaking her head

"Well let's say that I like to combine business with pleasure" Edmund replied with a chuckle, one of the mischievous ones, the kind that didn't promise anything good, the same that had stolen her heart by making her fall madly in love with him

"How are you feeling now?" he asked

"Better" Y/N answered, smiling just as if to reassure him "I rested all morning after Tumnus came to give me the remedy to lower the fever" she explained

"Were you able to eat something?" he asked again, looking at her with apprehension. Y/N smiled softly

"Yes" she replied "Tumnus brought me a hot soup with some toasted bread"

"Thank goodness" Edmund sighed with relief, grabbing her hand slowly, with all the delicacy he was capable of, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles "It's a real shame that Lucy had to leave with Susan... the Cordial would have been useful" he said absently fiddling with her fingers

"What nonsense" Y/N immediately scolded him, frowning "The Cordial is for more serious things than a seasonal feaver" she added "I'm fine" she resumed then, softening the tone of her voice, gently looking up at him "You have no reason to worry so much" she tried to reassure him by giving him a small smile. Edmund shook his head slowly tightening his grip on her hand "I have more than one valid reason to worry" he replied seriously "The first is that you got sick because of me, because I forced you to ride in the rain the other day when we went out for a walk, and the second one is that I worried so much when they told me you passed out in the library. I felt my heart stopping when I saw you in bed, pale as a ghost .... you almost seemed ..."

"I'm sorry..." Y/N interrupted him, looking at him mortified "I didn't wanted to make you worry so much ..." she added guilty looking down at the blankets

"Don't apologize" Edmund replied, gently grabbing her face in his hands "I love you" he said, swetly looking in her eyes "It's normal that I worry about you" he added before placing a small kiss on her lips.

"You shouldn't be so close to me" Y/N calmly scolded him, moving away first and breaking the magic of that little kiss. "You will get a cold" she reminded him. Edmund shrugged his shoulders "Anything to spend more time with my queen" he chuckled placing another quick kiss on her lips. Y/N shook her head in amusement

"You really are a lost cause" she smiled, gently caressing his cheek

"I know" replied Edmund smiling at her sweetly, losing himself for a moment in the delicacy of her touch

"But now" he resumed, putting his hand behind his back with amusement "If you make room for me next to you - and he showed her a small book with an hard and a little damaged cover, sign that it had been read often, perhaps too often - I'll be more than happy to save you from boredom "

A glance was enough for Y/N to understand, to recognize the book that Edmund was holding in his hand; it was a storybook, the same one that every night, when they were still children and her parents sent her to Narnia to spend the winter, they secretly read together before going to bed, to finally be able to spend some alone time, without Peter, Susan or Lucy.

Slowly moving to the side, she made room for him on the bed. As soon as Edmumd was beside her, with his back comfortably placed against the pillows, Y/N leaned her head against his chest, and so, curled up in his arms, she listened enchanted to his voice giving life to the fairy tales that had made her childhood and that had started their love.

#edmund pevensie #edmund x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #narnia imagine #narnia x reader #edmund the just #prince caspian #the voyage of the dawn treader #caspian x reader #narnia #pevensie siblings #the chronicles of narnia #narnia incorrect quotes #casmund #narnia masterlist

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wrenwreads · 2 years

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wardrobe malfunctions

lady saves the day

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x princesss!reader

warnings: nothing

genre: fluff (idk rlly), strangers-to-friends

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i had an idea for this and literally i don’t even know what i wrote lmao. i had a vision but the vision was not seen afterwards. the kingdom mentioned in this fic is also like extra fictional so it doesn’t exist in narnia and is from my own head. i hope u still enjoy. once again, requests and questions are open 🫶

She could feel her hand itching. Itching to reach his shoulders and turn him around just to fix his up-turned collar and the bit of fabric that had managed to tuck itself in to his trousers.

The only problem being —

She hasn’t introduced herself yet.

High Kings and Queens of Narnia were way too busy entertaining a huge crowd around them, and based from her own experiences — she doesn’t want to involve herself just yet. So she waited.

But after seeing King Edmund’s wardrobe malfunctions, she was more than frustrated.

She doesn’t even know why she cared so much. Surely the king is able to do it himself. Maybe it was because of the annoying voice of her mum at the back of her head that constantly told her to fix the sleeves of her dress growing up. Or the idea that maybe someone will have noticed it themselves and decided to humiliate the king instead of helping — Aslan knows why people choose to do that rather than be the martyr.

So she stood at the corner — much to her parent’s dismay — and waited.

It came at last. Everyone decided to start dancing around the ball and she took her chance.

Her mother had introduced her to a kind gentleman, who she took the opportunity with to bring to the dance circle. “Just to let you be aware, I’m not looking for anything,” she said, pointedly looking at the man whose hand was on her waist. He chuckles, “Glad we are on the same page, my lady, for I have someone in particular very close to my heart,” he spoke, his tone full of adoration. She smiled, patting him on the shoulder as they both continued dancing. “I wish you all the best of luck. I am sure she is one beautiful lady.”

Three songs later and she finally made it closer to the king. Who — even after all those twists and turns — still wasn’t able to fix himself. She could only sigh at this point. They had switched partners a long time ago. Now she was with a lovely faun — Mr. Tumnus, he had introduced himself — and he had her smiling throughout their dance together. He was a lovely and kind faun indeed, no wonder the young Queen Lucy was so fond of him.

“I’ll see you around my lady, have fun with the king.”

And just like that, he spun her out of his arms and in to the arms of the one and only King Edmund the Just.

“Hello, your majesty”

She couldn’t help but not ignore how his eyes had widened briefly. “Hi”.

The timid answer from him had her smiling in pity. She almost felt bad for what she was going to do after. “Turn around,” she ordered under her breath. Edmund furrowed his brows in confusion, ducking his head down. “What?”

“I said turn around”.

It was probably from the way she had to grit her teeth to avoid shouting, but Edmund confusingly obliged.

Still moving their feet around, she began her mission.

Edmund suddenly felt fabric being pulled off his neck and other from his waist. Somehow, he felt more comfortable than before. The lady before him must have noticed, for she only smiled kindly when she turned him around. “You’re welcome,” she said, before doing a curtsy and leaving him behind on the dance floor.

It was when he only noticed the music had stopped and everyone else had too, catching their breaths. He brought his hand up to his collar — only to realise at why she had done the action so. Edmund looked around the room to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found. He mentally cursed himself for not introducing himself beforehand and catching her name.

Edmund made his way to where his siblings were stood, who were already looking at him incredulously. “What’s the matter this time?” Lucy asked. Edmund sighed heavily, a hand coming up to his face to wipe around his mouth. He looked back at his siblings, more so at Susan, the action not going unnoticed by the older girl. “Do you have something to say Ed?”

“Just… don’t get angry at me,” he reasoned out.

Susan only raised one eyebrow. Edmund took this as his signal, taking a big breath in before he spoke. “During the dance, I got to be partnered up with this girl…”

"I don't understand your problem?"

"Well... I thought she was a bit overbearing at first, telling me to turn around, but I followed and she sort of... fixed my collar and tail for me," he finished sheepishly, pursing his lips upon seeing Susan's almost horrified expression. "Didn't I tell you to fix yourself bef—"

"I did, Su! I promise, I did."

"It didn't sound like it. Did you thank her, at least?"

His silence was an enough answer for Susan. The older girl rolled her eyes, trying her best to keep her demeanor calm as they were after all, still at the party. Peter and Lucy, the ever so supportive siblings they were, only stood quiet — their chuckles making Edmund grit his teeth, refraining himself from uttering a single word to them. "What was she wearing? So we can thank her," Susan asked, her eyes searching around the ballroom.

Edmund dug through his brain for an answer.

"White, sort of, almost cream dress."

"That's helpful."

He rolled his eyes at the sarcastic remark.

"And, I don't know? Gold detailing—"

"Gold!?"

Lucy's outburst had caught Edmund's attention. What was so important about one dress that had gold in it?

"Why? What's with that ma—"

"Edmund..." Lucy scrunched her face in sympathy. Edmund had never been so confused in his whole life. He looked at Peter for an answer, although he wish he hadn't, for the smirk that had grown on his brother's face made him want to punch it off. "You may or may not have humiliated yourself in front of the Princess of Luvaria."

“Wha— what do you mean?”

“Did you already forget? The princess is literally known for the gold she puts on her dresses.”

Edmund pouts. "I did not humiliate myself," he argued.

"Your face says other wise, Ed."

The next morning, Edmund woke up frantic. The events of the night before frizzling his mind, he almost didn’t fall asleep.

Her name’s Y/N. Princess Y/N rather. From Luvaria. From all places, she had to be the Princess of Luvaria.

He was too caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t registered the voice talking to him.

“You’re majesty, are you alright?”

He blinked once. Twice. And suddenly, it was the Princess of Luvaria’s eyes on his. “Yes— yes! I’m alright, it’s just the early morning— you know and oh! Bloody hell where are my manners, good morning, you’re majesty,” he stumbled, body falling down in to a curtsy. The young lady in front of him only giggled, grabbing his shoulders to stand him up right again. “None of that, your majesty. It’s Y/N to you. Although, I should be the one showing my respect, it is your kingdom after all,” she commented, gracefully bowing into a curtsy herself.

Edmund took the short moment to observe her. She was royalty, all right. With all her gracefulness and elegance, she lives up for the status of Luvaria. She looked more casual this time around, an everyday dress hugging her figure compared to the extravagant white and gold gown she had the night before.

“None of that either… Y/N,” the princess smiled warmly at the use of her name, “Edmund will do just fine. Have you had any breakfast yet?”

The question had her shaking her head as a no. Edmund smiled, offering his elbow for her, “Should we go together, then?”. Y/n accepted, placing her hand on the crook before the two walked together to the dining hall. “I must say Edmund, you look quite out together this morning,” she said. Edmund had to fight the urge to choke on air, desperately and silently trying to clear his throat. He was failing however as the princess beside was smirking. “Thank you — by the way — for last night,” he spoke, glancing down at her face.

“I hope you didn’t get into to much trouble.”

“Not really, mainly just Susan’s.”

thanks for reaching the end!!! hope u enjoyed, constructive criticism is highly appreciated and welcomed. xoxo

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jiliansky-blog · 2 months

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Wake me up. Chapter 5. Who are you?

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 1650

When I made the spell of ice undone, I understood that this witch and the girl were long gone. This was a turn of events that I didn’t expect. This Nightmare will pay for her attack. She dares to attack her own king. Or her dreams and nightmares don’t know who their king is, and she doesn't even know her master. They can be quite dangerous as Corinthians.

And I should find Y\N and that witch before she can do something else.

“Matthew?” you called, his raven.

“Are you alright, boss?” the raven immediately replied to me.

“Yes”, I nodded. “Did you see where they go?”

“To the castle”, he replied. “I don’t think this witch will be kind to Y\N. Are you going to help her?”

For a few moments, I have a desire to leave the girl fight her own demons because of her disobedience. But then I remembered that I had promised to help her. So I can’t leave her. I took a deep breath to calm down.

“Yes, I should”, I said. And then I will wake her up.

“She won’t get into trouble, will she?” he asked.

”I don’t know what you mean”, I replied

“I mean, it wasn’t her fault”, he said.

“It was”, I denied. “She brought us here and made this witch angry. Now I need to come to her rescue”.

“But you love to be a hero”, he admitted.

“What?” I looked at him.

“Lucienne told me..." He wasn’t glad that he said that.

“You shouldn’t talk about me with Lucienne”, I said coldly. “I can turn you into something else. Or take away your voice”.

“We didn’t talk much”, he replied quietly.

“We should go”, I took my sand and appeared near the big palace of ice. It’s time for a witch to know her place.

You were frozen, even in the warm coat of Morpheus. You have already started to miss this grumpy god. He is better than the White witch.

“Are you alone, daughter of Eve?” she asked coldly.

“Yes”, you whispered.

“You’re lying”, she said, hitting me on the cheek. “I know that you are not alone. Tell me, where are all the others?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about”, you said. “My death won’t let you win. And Morpheus will come for me, you will see”.

“Perhaps, but I will see what I can get of you”, she smiled dangerously. “Take her to prison. Perhaps, that will help to talk”.

You tried to resist the dwarf that follows Jadice, but he had a dagger. And can hurt you anytime. And you didn’t plan to die in this world.

“Our queen will make you talk”, he hissed, but he doesn’t look dangerous, except for his dagger. He looked like an angry Christmas dwarf.

“You are a fool”, you said. “You serve the queen, who can kill you if you stop being useful. Do you have any dignity?”

“Shut up!” he shouted at you, but you saw that he looked confused. Then he quickly went away before you could shake his confidence.

“You are the brave one”, you heard the voice and saw the faun.

“You are, Mr. Tumnus," you said. “If you are already here, then you met Lucy”.

“Yes”, he said, looking surprised. “And you are... are you Lucy’s sister?”

“No”, you sighed. “I just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time. But she thinks that I can be Lucy’s sister”.

“That’s understandable," he said, too. “There weren’t other people in Narnia. Except for Lucy. And now she is in danger”.

“And her family too”, you said.

“Oh”, he said.

Soon the dwarf brought Edmund to our cell. The boy was cute. And he was surprised to see another girl here.

"How did you get here?” he said. “You are... from London?”

“Not quiet”, you said. “But I am a human, yes”.

When you decided to take destiny into your own hands and try to escape. The door suddenly opened, and Morpheus entered the room. He was very angry.

“Morpheus!” you said gladly. “You came!”

“We will talk about it lately," he said coldly. “Now we should go”.

“We should release them," you said. “And what about the witch?”

“We will find her, and I will make her pay for what she tried to do with me”, he said.

“And what about changing the story?” you smiled.

“You are already doing this”, he admitted, looking at Edmund. “So you can release them and take them with us”.

“Good”, you smiled.

“We still need to talk after this”, he said, and your blood runs cold. “You should keep to our agreement. I will wake you up”.

“No, please”, you asked. “Not yet”.

“You got us in trouble”, he hissed.

“And the agreement was about the endangerment of your world”, you remind him.

“You endangered it”, he said. “What would happen if I couldn't break her spell?”

“Morpheus, it’s your world”, you smiled. “As you tell me all the time. No one here can do you too much damage”.

“She turned me into the ice sculpture," he insisted.

“And you are here”, you said. “In an hour or so”.

He looked at you for a minute, like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to kill you or to agree with you. Then he sighed with exhaustion and rubbed his nose.

“And I’m sorry”, you said. You didn’t want to argue with him anymore. He came here after all. “I didn’t know this would happen”.

“We should go”, he looked at you with suspicious. And then he freed Faun and Edmund. We were a little bit confused by your conversation.

Morpheus doesn’t talk to you. He was angry. But then he took your hand, and you thought that he would wake you up.

“What are you going to do?” you asked.

“We will go where the witch is”, he said.

“We need to bring Edmund to his family”, you said. “They won’t survive. They are too weak”.

“I’m not a teleport for you”, he said.

“Just one time, please?” you asked. "To Aslan’s camp. And then we return here to face a very surprised witch”.

“Very well”, he said. “Get them”.

You could reassure Edmund and Tumnus to trust you, and all of you would go to the camp. The spring has already come to Narnia too.

Morpheus came to talk to Aslan. And it was a strange feeling again. There are two gods in one world. Or dream? You were too deep in your thoughts and didn’t hear how someone approached you.

“Thank you for saving my brother and my friend”, said a girl. It was Lucy and you smiled at her. “It was very brave”.

“You’re welcome”, you smiled. “But I suppose now the course of your adventure will take another turn”.

“I don’t know what you are talking about”, she said. “But I didn’t know that another human girl appears in Narnia”.

“I didn’t expect it too”, you smiled.

“Who is talking to Aslan?” she asked.

“Em, my friend”, you replied. “His name is Morpheus. He is quite angry now and wants to revenge White witch”.

“It will save us a battle”, she smiled but sadly.

You understand that if you defeat Jadice, then they won’t grow through battle. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. You need to talk to Morpheus.

Finally, he showed up from the tent. Both, Morpheus and Aslan approached you. Aslan looked at you like he also knows something that you don’t.

“You need to remember everything, child, if you want to heal and return home”, he said suddenly. “It’s not your time to stay here”.

“I don’t want home”, you sighed.

"Eventually, you will return," he replied, going to Pevensie’s.

You looked at Morpheus, waiting for his comment. But he pouts and isn't definitely in a good mood.

“What were you talking about?” you asked.

“He said that I shouldn’t take revenge on her”, he replied. “She will be eventually punished”.

“Oh”, you said. “I want to tell you about it too. It can definitely change the story”.

“So, are we finished?” he asked, looking at me.

“Not yet”, you smiled. “Did you notice that we visit only the beginning of stories? We should continue them”.

“I should know”, he sighed.

“Listen”, you sighed too. “You shouldn’t follow me. It’s my journey, and I will try my best not to do harm to your world”.

“No, I can’t let you get yourself in trouble again," he said.

“Let’s go with them for now”, you smiled. “We deserved a little rest”.

Morpheus

I didn’t even know why I listened to her, when she said not to wake her up. And I don’t know why I agreed to follow her to the camp. Death would find my situation very amusing. And then I caught myself in the thought. I didn’t recall my imprisonment. Or my other problems. Perhaps, Lucienne was right to send me here. Perhaps.

“Are you alright?” Y\N asked and gave me some fruits.

“I don’t need food”, I replied.

“It doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy it”, you said, smiling. “And you didn’t answer my questions. You looked lost in thoughts”.

“Why I shouldn’t be fine?” I replied.

“You didn’t use to nightmares, who attacks you”, she admitted. “Don’t worry; I’m sure that won’t happen again”.

“I’m not so sure”, I said. “You created these nightmares and dreams, and they don’t even listen to you. They are uncontrollable”.

“I don’t understand”, she looked sincerely confused.

“They should know that they can’t treat you like this”, he said. “Or they will destroy you. You shouldn’t have this power at all”.

“You care about me”, was her ridiculous answer.

“I care about my world”, he said. “If you do whatever you want here, I don’t know what it will cause”.

“What do you want me to do?” she sighed.

“Take a control of your doings”, I replied. “Or both of us will be in danger”.

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