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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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A Human Girl

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Mr. Tumnus X f!Reader

Summary: A man named Tumnus finds you almost dying and wants to make sure you're okay.

Warnings: Yandere, dark, kidnapping, manipulation, dub-con touches, drugging, praise kink

When you woke up, you felt the painful cold surrounded your whole body. Snowflakes that landed on your face bothered you and you couldn't open your eyes. It took you a while to realize that the shaky branches running around your body were actually some fingers, and the cozy fur you were lying on was actually a living being.

He took your freezing body in his arms and slowly stood up before you could react. You turned your head in panic, but you didn't look like you were in a panic to him. You could hardly move from the cold and you were so dull. When you opened your eyes, you saw that you were in a dark and snowy forest, under something like a street lamp that was the only source of light. You wondered why that mysterious stranger holding you was naked in this cold. He already had fur pants that felt warm. You felt softness in his arms and over his body as well, but something was off. You couldn't gather your thoughts. You couldn't remember anything.

"I..."

"No, no, no. Don't waste your breath, you need it. It's very difficult for a human to survive in this cold." He brought you closer to his warm body and turned your head to his chest. He walked fast, making sure you were breathing as warmly as you could. "Especially for a human like you."

"No." You weakly pushed your arms away and tried to get away from him, but it was no use. The cold was down to your bones and it hurt.

"Shh, don't. My name is Tumnus. I-I saved you. You'd be dead if I didn't find you." His voice was shaky. Shaky, excited and soft. He rubbed your arms and bent his head over yours to prevent the snowflakes.

You entered a house when you noticed the existence of extra clothing around your neck. It was a long, red scarf. Did he put this on you to protect you from the cold? Just like he tried to protect you from the snow along the way? He put you on the armchair by the fireplace and ran across. His legs were... goat legs. His ears and nose were different. His body was hairy. What was he?

"Here." Laughing nervously, he brought you a blanket and wrapped it around your body. He patted your body gently to make sure you were covered well, and he looked at you hesitantly. You could see he was afraid that you would be uncomfortable by his touch, but you didn't say anything. You were so cold and wanted to warm up as soon as possible.

"Tell me, Daughter of Eve..." He leaned closer to your face and checked your forehead. "What are you doing in Narnia?"

He touched your hair and caressed it gently. His eyes didn't leave you. There was curiosity in his eyes as he looked at every part of your face. It wasn't weird that he was a half-man and half-goat, but it was weird that you were a human. Like watchful caregivers approaching a different species, he kept caressing your head. He was happy with the feel of your hair, and it was evident in his smile. Sometimes he squeezed some of your hair.

"What?"

You were distracted as you looked at his smiling face. He liked the way you studied his face, and he patted your head for trying to understand him. Your confused eyes and parted mouth gave him an impression of you being a naive human. "Forget about my question, I probably said something weird that I shouldn't have said a human. But know that I'm so glad you're here."

He wanted to hold your hand, trying not to startle you, but you jumped and pulled your hand away from him. “I-It's okay. Don't worry. I just…” He reached out to take your hand again, but this time he waited for your permission first. You looked suspiciously at his face but nodded. He gently took your hand and brought it to his ear. Then he touched your ear with his own hand and laughed lightly. "Look how different we are."

He lowered his hand to your cheek and made you touch his own. He tilted his head as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. Then he grabbed your chin and brought your hand to his beard. "You're so soft, so beautiful. Actually, too beautiful to be a human. And your voice is just so" he took a deep breath, "hypnotic."

"I don't understand. I want to go." You pulled your hand and turned your face away from him, causing his smile fade. When you tried to get up, he held your shoulders and stopped you.

"No. It's so cold outside, you almost died. You're not going anywhere." He said the last sentence almost harshly and gave you a dark look, but your scared expression softened him. He moved away from you and go towards to the kitchen, at least you guessed it was the kitchen. "You must be so hungry. I have toast and cakes! And-and, tea! Humans love them, right?"

He rushed to bring you the tray he had filled in seconds and placed it on the table. He put his hand on his head as his eyes and mouth opened as if he realised something. "Of course! You must be thirsty."

He brought you a big glass of water. Yes, you were very thirsty. You were so thirsty that you didn't notice or care about the color of the water. He was smiling as he grabbed the back of your head and made you drink the water. He praised you with every sip. "There you go. Good girl."

He wanted to give you a few bites of food after drinking the water, but you didn't want to. Soon you started to feel very tired and you slowly fell asleep. He threw the blanket off you and started to take off your wet clothes, before carrying you to his bedroom. "I would have done this in the first place if you weren't afraid, but you're too timid, aren't you? You're going to get sick."

His breathing grew heavy as he revealed your delicate skin. His eyes scanned your entire body and he bit his lip. "Don't worry, you're safe with me."

He gasped as he took your naked body in his arms. He placed his hand slightly above your belly and touched part of your breast. You were so soft and smooth. "You've made me feel warmer than I've felt in a hundred years. I will nevet let you go."

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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Mr Tumnus

Oooh 🩵

Omg ofc babe 😚

#mr tumnus #narnia #mr tumnus x reader #narnia x reader

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wodnikszuwarekx · 9 months

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Mr Tumnus book and my version

drawings from last year by me

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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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warm | e. p.

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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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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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lovesickfanfic · 6 months

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Hands and Hoofs

Chapter 8 "Warmth"

Mr tumnus x reader

Him and the human stayed like that for a long time. He held her in his lap as they sat beside the fireplace she gently ran her hands through his fur and scratched behind his ears, seemingly enjoying the feeling of him relaxed and comfortable under her, "your furs soft" she said gently smiling as she ran her hand through his hair gently brushing against his horns "T-T-Thank you" he stuttered as he leaned his head into her touch ever so slightly, he really shouldn't be doing this, he thought he had done clearly gained this humans trust all he had to do now was to bring her to the white witch and be done with it...but he couldn't bring himself too, he knew what the white witch would do to his lovely human if she got her hands on her, he didn't even want to imagine The horrors his human would go through before the witch would finally turn her to stone leaving her a frozen statue forever...no! He wouldn't let that happen he would protect her even if it meant him being punished. If he was lucky, the witch didn't even know there was a human in Narnia. At least he prayed she didn't. His arms slowly began to tighten around the human as he became lost in his thoughts. "Tumnus? Are you alright?" y/n asked gently, noticing his grip tighten and the fact he no longer seemed relaxed. "Hmm?" Tumnus asked, her voice snapping him out of his thoughts."I asked if you were alright. " "Oh. " He smiled softly, his y/n was worried about him... how sweet "I'm alright, I was just a little bit lost in my thoughts that's all" he responded with a gentle smile, he could worry about the witch later, for now he decided he would just enjoy this moment with his human. After a while, y/n began to fall back asleep. She curled up against his chest as her breathing slowed and her eyes fluttered shut. She mumbled something to him before falling asleep once more. He shifted slightly grabbing a knitted blanket from off the couch and gently draping it over her, he leaned his head back against the cushions and wrapped his arms around his human before slowly falling asleep infront of the still crackling fire place.

#original story #mr tumnus #narnia #chapter 8 #x reader

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Character Poll

What character should I add to my Character Masterlist, to write for? Below are a few characters that I think I can write for, after some binge-watching and careful study of their character...

The winner will be available for fanfics/requests/asks/etc.

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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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retold-tales · 1 year

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The First Big Step

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

#fanfic #disney #disney imagine #disney movies #disney x reader #narnia imagine #narnia x reader #narnia #yandere narnia x reader #mr tumnus #mr tumnus x reader #mr tumnus imagine

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 2 months

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I've Got A Crush On You

Part Two: Not Tonight

A WMCJ!Jeremy x Reader Fic

Soundtrack: Not Tonight- Lil' Kim (many features)

Jeremy gets to take Ms. Flexible out for a date, but he quickly realizes that he's in way over his head after his last relationship. Kamal is doing is best to keep his present and past separate, but when one of his players gets into some trouble, he finds that you really can't leave behind the place that made you.

Warnings: language, Jeremy being Jeremy, mentions of violence, kissing

A/N: not beta'd for time, I'll go back later and make edits if necessary

"PASS THE BALL!", Jeremy yelled above the sound of sneakers squeaking on the hardwood, his voice echoing off the gym walls. "Isaiah pass the b-", he groaned as Isaiah tried to shoot the ball, his off balance attempt ricocheting off the rim and careening across the bleachers.

The West LA Dragons youth basketball team had two weeks of practice under their belt, and they had nothing to show for it. There were only two players on the team who could even dribble or shoot the ball, and the others were like newborn giraffes on the court, stumbling over their feet, every shot coming up at least three feet short, and to the right. "I swear to-", Jeremy cried out, running his hands through his tight curls.

"No swearing!" Chris called out from the bleachers, his head down, looking at the stat sheet.. "Go get your friend, man." He gestured at Kamal to get Jeremy all the way together.

"Alright, water break", Kamal called out to the team with a clap of his hands, each player immediately collapsed on the ground, their chests heaving to try to catch a breath, no energy to even run and get some water. "Dude, what's the problem? They're kids, you've got 'em running drills like soldiers", Kamal said at a whisper.

"Have you seen this team? You know I don't believe in corporal punishment", Jeremy placed a peaceful hand on his chest to signify his love of pacification, making Kamal roll his eyes dramatically, "but some of these kids need the belt".

Kamal narrowed his eyes at Jeremy, "Nah, you're more annoying than usual. What's really going on?"

Jeremy let out a humorless chuckle, squeezing at his hips with his hands as he shuffled his weight nervously back and forth. "I'm nervous about tonight."

"What's tonight?", Kamal asked, his brow knitted together with confusion. "Dude, stop playing with me." Jeremy scoffed. He could barely focus on anything today but you, and his nerves were getting the best of him.

"I'm not fuckin' with you man. I have no idea what you're talking about." Kamal stifled a laugh, he loved to see Jeremy squirm under pressure. "Man, my date tonight!" He spoke louder than he intended, his voice carrying across the room.

"Woah! Mr. Tumnus has a date tonight!", Isaiah teased, the team breaking out in laughter at his joke. Jeremy quickly paced over to him in anger. "How do you even know that reference?! You weren't even born when that movie came out." He flexed his jaw at his pint size enemy.

"It was a book first, you moron, we read it in school", Isaiah shrugged, letting the ball roll off his fingertips. "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe?" Jeremy glanced back at Kamal with wide eyes to confirm, his friend giving him a nod. "Ok, well...shut up and shoot the ball." He didn't have a comeback, and he was honestly starting to wonder how this kid knew so many pop culture references that he didn't.

"Good comeback, Will Ferrell", Isaiah let out a humorless breath, looking around for confirmation that his joke landed. "Okay, you know what? That one was a reach!" Jeremy snatched the ball from him, holding it behind his back as the kid tried to get it back from him. He leaned forward, getting on Isaiah's level, his tone even. "I don't know if all the Fortnite you play is rotting your brain or something, but if you don't get in line and start showing me a little respect, you're gonna get laughed off the court at tomorrow's game."

Isaiah gave him an cocky grin. "I'm surprised you know what Fortnite is, I didn't know they had it when Jesus was around, ya old man."

"J, don't." Kamal warned, having heard their entire conversation. He could tell that Jeremy was starting to get pissed off, and if provoked, namaste could quickly turn into something nama-nasty. "Its' fine, its' fine." Jeremy waived him off; he wasn't about to let anyone ruin his day today. "Fine, you don't wanna be a team player, everyone's getting punished." The smile dropped from Isaiah's face as Jeremy stood up, blowing his whistle that hung around his neck. "Laps, everyone!" There was a collective groan heard in the room as everyone slowly stood up.

"That's not fair!", Isaiah called out. "Yeah, yeah, they call you "Swiffer, lets see you swiffer this court as you run around it." Jeremy blew his whistle again.

"Its Swisher", Isaiah mumbled under his breath as he started running, catching up with the group.

"Dude, I could have sworn I told you about my date tonight", Jeremy turned back to Kamal, palming the basketball as the two of them made their way to the bleachers. "You did", Kamal chuckled, taking a sip from his water bottle, "I just love fuckin' with you."

"I can't believe you actually did it", Kamal chuckled as he sat down on the couch opposite Jeremy. He begrudgingly agreed to come over to Jeremy's place after practice and help him pick out an outfit for his date tonight, only because he could tell Jeremy was more nervous than usual. He pushed aside the money tree and bottles of unidentifiable "health" liquids that occupied Jeremy's coffee table. His apartment always smelled like dirt and patchouli oil, and even though he'd been over many times, he never got used to the scent.

"Why do you have zero faith in me? After all that we've been through." Jeremy sucked his teeth at his best friend as he leaned back, pulling out his phone. He'd been scrolling through your Instagram all morning, trying to get a feel for the kind of person you were. He didn't want to take you to Malibu if you were more of a Beverly Hills kind of girl, and he felt the pressure to make a good impression on you because the crush he had only grew with each passing day.

"Because I know you", Kamal interjected, "and I know that your breakup with Tati broke you. To be honest, I didn't think you were ever gonna get back out there." He pointed at the bottle that looked the least disgusting. "Can I try this?" Jeremy nodded, ruffling his curls with his fingers.

Talking about his last girlfriend, their relationship ending after five good years together, was still a sensitive subject for him. The way things ended left a lot to be desired, and he was really nervous about starting to date again. Still, he couldn't let on how hurt he still was, especially to Kamal, because he would never let him live it down.

"Listen, I broke up with her. We were just moving in to different directions. I was focused on my business and she..."

"Was focused on some other guys dick?" Kamal grimaced as the green juice hit his taste buds. He put the bottle down, spitting what was left in his mouth in a napkin. "What the fuck is in here? It tastes like ass."

Jeremy perked up, taking the bottle from the table. "Wheatgrass. I've been working on a new formula. Its supposed to be really good for your digestive system."

"You know its not supposed to taste the way it would come out, going in right?" Jeremy ignored his dig, his gaze focused on your latest story post. You were posing with your sister and nephew in the booth of a restaurant, red pleather seats behind you and a very distinctive donkey with a sombrero on in the very back corner. Jeremy couldn't shake the feeling that he recognized the place, but couldn't quite put his finger on exactly where.

Just as he pressed the red heart emoji on the screen, a notification fell down from the top of the screen.

You: How does Las Anitas on Olvera Street sound tonight? Its my favorite restaurant

Jeremy couldn't help the smile that formed on your face at the cute emojis you overused in your text. He replied that he'd swing by your place to pick you up at 8pm before looking back up at Kamal.

"What?" Jeremy tipped his head at Kamal who was grinning ear to ear. "Nothing", he shook his head, taking another sip of the drink, and suppressing a gag at the taste once again, "its just nice to see you smiling. Good change of pace."

Jeremy could feel his face heat up with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny that Kamal was right. "See this is what I'm talking about. If we could just be open and vulnerable with each other, we could be even better f-". Kamal gave Jeremy a look of disgust as he pushed himself to his feet. "Fuck no, man, I told you about that "therapy" shit, I'm not tryna hear that."

"I feel like you're not giving it a chance!" Jeremy called out to him, his focus still on his phone, mindlessly scrolling through your feed.

"So, you're going out with a hippie?", your older sister, Nikki asked as she plopped herself down on your bed. You sighed as you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, putting your finishing touches on your outfit. Jeremy was supposed to arrive any minute, and you were growing increasingly nervous with each passing second. It'd been a while since you'd been on a date, and you weren't much for relationships, so you didn't have a lot of experience with flirting or carrying small talk.

"He's not a hippie", you giggled, leaning forward and touching up your lip-gloss. "He's just health conscious, and he seems sweet."

"Yeah, give it a couple months and you'll be moving to his commune and stop shaving your legs and wearing deodorant." You gave your sister a look through the mirror, a laugh escaping her lips when she noticed you. "That's not his vibe. He's from Beverly Hills." You were about to carry on when you heard a knock on the door. You might have been a little too eager when you ran past Mattias, who was playing video games on the couch.

Jeremy gave you a mega-watt smile when you opened the door, your stomach full of butterflies when you saw how good he looked outside of his gym clothes.

"Y-you look beautiful", Jeremy stuttered over his words as his eyes roamed your body. "Thanks", you felt your face heat up at his compliment. "Come in, I'm almost ready."

You left Jeremy at the entrance while you ran to your room to grab your purse and slip on your shoes. Jeremy felt uncomfortable, taking in the immaculately kept apartment, full of family mementos and vintage furniture pieces. "What's up Mattias?" Jeremy greeted the 12 year old, who only returned a nod, his focus on the TV.

"So, you're the hippie." Your sister strolled into the living room. She was a single mom, with a past of rough relationships and a bitter baby daddy of her own, so she was always skeptical of every man she came across. Jeremy opened his mouth to defend himself, but you interrupted just in time, pushing him through the door.

"Please ignore my sister, Nikki, she doesn't have any house training." Mattias pushed past the two of you out the front door and ran toward his bike hooked up to the rack out front of the building. "Where are you going?", you asked, confused as to why he'd be leaving after 8pm.

"I'm going to Isaiah's house, we're gonna play hoops.", he threw over his shoulder as he mounted his bike. "You better be back before 10!", you called after him as Jeremy guided you to the car.

Jeremy was still "automobile challenged" ever since he broke up with Tatiana, so he had to practically beg Kamal to use his car, finally breaking him down to borrow the Honda after Jeremy agreed to watch Drew three date nights in a row.

You stood at the passenger side while he struggled to open the rusted door, finally getting it open after a hard pull, stumbling back. "Sorry", he mumbled under his breath with a chuckle as he jogged over to the drivers side, and you slid into the passenger seat. The engine sputtered as Jeremy tried to turn the key, a hard metal scratching sound shook the car. "Sorry", he repeated, his face bright red. Finally the engine turned over-

You covered your ears as music blared through the speakers, lyrics flooding the car as Jeremy frantically tried to find the stereo volume button.

🎶I'm in love with the shape of you We push and pull like a magnet do Although my heart is falling too I'm in love with your body🎶

He punched the "off" button, making you jump. "Sorry." Third time was the charm, even with apologies.

"Ed Sheeran, huh?", you giggled, playfully pushing him in the shoulder. You could visibly see him relax, his shoulders falling down from his ears, as he realized that you were pretty chill and he didn't have to work so hard to impress you.

"Dude, I don't know about this." Mattias sized up the chain link fence in front of him, at least twice his height. It was pitch black, the only light source coming from the flashlight he had in his hand. He looked out to the bright neon sign of the gas station a couple feet away in front of him. Isaiah gave him a push, a few of his other teammates behind him cheering him on. "If you wanna be a part of the team, you've gotta do this."

Growing up, Mattias always had a hard time making friends. He was a really shy kid, and it didn't help that his mom had him moving around all of Southern California, never putting roots down for more than a couple months. By sixth grade, he'd been at his fifth school, and finally his mom promised that he'd be here for a long time. When you moved in to help pay some of the bills and help raise Mattias, he finally felt like he'd found a home, and this time, he was determined to make friends.

The basketball team was his saving grace, because he was spending a lot of time with kids his age, and for the most part they were pretty nice. Isaiah was definitely the leader of the crew, and Mattias felt he had to impress him, which was why he was currently about to jump a fence.

"C'mon, Matti, do it!", his friends edged him on. "C'mon, unless you're a pussy", Isaiah spit out. The was enough to get Mattias going, who jumped onto the chain link fence and hoisted himself over the metal bars, easily jumping down to the other side. "Aren't you guys coming?"

Isaiah and the rest of the group avoided eye contact, no one else working to make their way over the fence too. "No, this is part of the initiation. You have to go into that gas station and steal something without getting caught." Mattias could feel his stomach start to churn. "You do that, you're in the group."

"I don't wanna do that. I'll get in trouble." Mattias could only imagine the look on yours and his mom's face if he was brought home in a cop car. "We all had to do it, so you have to, too. Unless you're scared", Isaiah teased in a sing-song tone, letting out an evil chuckle. He was torn. He was desperate to make friends, but getting caught would for sure get him grounded for the next year and his mom would pull him from the team.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Mattias heard the chants behind him as he contemplated his next move. He got a running start, sprinting across the empty field until he reached the edge of the gas station lot. He looked to the right and left of him and made sure that no one saw him enter the convenience store.

He would just make sure he didn't get caught.

So far, the date was going pretty well. You actually enjoyed hearing Jeremy talk about his holistic smoothie business, and it definitely didn't hurt that he was really easy on the eyes.

"So this is your favorite restaurant?", Jeremy switched topics, noticing you staring at him. He was staring at you too, but how could he not, you were fucking gorgeous.

"Yeah, its the first place I came to when I moved here to live with my sister and nephew, and now we come here all the time. Mostly birthday's and celebrations, but its become our spot, ya know?" You gave him a soft smile.

"Are you not originally from LA?" Jeremy asked as he played with the plastic menu in his hands. He already knew the answer, that you were originally from Texas, having practically stalked your social media to prepare for this date, but he wasn't going to let on that he knew that. "No, I'm originally from Houston. Didn't think I'd ever live in LA, but its actually not that bad if you can get past the traffic."

As you continued to talk about your career as a nurse, and the closest thing to your heart, your family, you could see that Jeremy was a little distracted, constantly glancing over your right shoulder. It kind of hurt to think that maybe he thought you were boring and not worth listening to. After the third look past you, you interrupted his eye line, snapping your fingers at him. "Something wrong? Am I boring you?", you ended with a giggle, to soften the blow of your accusation.

Jeremy's throat went dry as he looked at the other side of the restaurant. He'd recognize her anywhere, even her side profile. He was 99% sure that Tatiana was in the same restaurant, on a date with another guy.

"Fuck", he shot out under his breath, but you heard him. "What's going on?", you looked around the room, trying to figure out what had him so upset.

Jeremy remembered where he recognized the red leather booths and the donkey with the sombrero now. This was where he and Tatiana had their first date. His face somehow simultaneously went white and red, his cheeks a bright pink.

"Jeremy, are you okay? You don't look so good." Your voice snapped him back to reality. What the hell was he doing? He was on a date with a gorgeous woman, someone he was lucky to get the attention of, and he was still hung up on on ex. He just needed to get it-

He ducked behind the menu, shielding his face as Tatiana and the mystery guy walked past toward the exit. You pulled up your menu as well, getting level with him. "Who are we hiding from? Do you have warrants out or something?" You were half joking, half hoping he'd tell you no. He ignored your line of questioning, peeking out the side of the shield.

"Jeremy, is that you?" Tatiana stopped at the table when she recognized the brunette. "Uh, no sorry. You must have me mixed up with someone else." Jeremy lowered his voice an octave, a terrible disguise of his voice.

"Jeremy, I know that's you. Why are you hiding?" Tatiana was dancing around the table trying to get a good look at him, but Jeremy was just as quick. After a few seconds she gave up.

"Sorry, I guess I had the wrong person", Tatiana murmured with frustration and kept walking to the exit.

"I think you're in the clear", you said as you watched the door close behind her. Jeremy sat up and adjusted his jacket and hair as if that scene didn't just happen. "So I was thinking of getting the enchiladas, no meat, just beans. What're you gonna get?"

You burst out laughing, garnering the attention of the tables around you. Jeremy looked at you with a deadpan face, his lips in a tight line.

"Ok. So we're just gonna pretend like you didn't do a "She's The Man" with that girl?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", Jeremy replied timidly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

"Listen, its okay. If I saw my ex, I'd probably react the same way." You placed a sympathetic hand on top of his, gently brushing your fingers over his knuckles. "How did you know?". Jeremy was beyond embarrassed for his actions, but at no point did he think he'd run into Tatiana again, and the emotions from seeing her hit him like a ton of bricks.

"I guessed she was either a stalker or an ex, and she was way too pretty to be your stalker, no offense."

Jeremy chuckled, grabbing your hand and gently squeezing it a few times affectionately. You felt a warmth through out your body, and it was like the room was empty, except for the two of you. Suddenly, you were noticing things about him you hadn't seen before. How soft his blue eyes were, the creases that formed in the corner of his eyes whenever he smiled, how cute his freckles were, the dimple. He made you feel safe and beautiful in a way that no guy had in a very long time.

"Do you wanna get out of here?", you whispered. Jeremy's eyebrows rose at the suggestion, but you smirked at him, taming his excitement. "I know a taco stand close to my place. A lot less likely to run into any exes there." You rose and slipped your jacket on, Jeremy right behind you. As he rose from his seat, his back pocket buzzed. "I'll be right there", me motioned to you as you headed to the car.

A photo of him and Kamal together at the championship game illuminated the screen as he pressed answer.

"Hey Kamal, I'm pretty busy right now." Jeremy paused as he listened to a frenzied Kamal on the other line. "Hey, okay, don't worry. I'll be right there."

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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.

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 months

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

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

constantly worrying about their safety

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

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

love languages

'courting'

the trope - what trope are they?

thank you and happy writing!

Oooh 🩵

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

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x reader

ships (canon or non-canon, so long as it’s not problematic)

i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

smut (i’m 14)

yandere

incest

student x teacher

canonically gay character (ex: wylan van eck) x fem!reader for romantic requests

canonically lesbian character x male!reader for romantic requests

songfics (nothing against them, i just don’t know how!!)

things about ocs

ship fics

character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

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

RIORDANVERSE

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

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

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

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

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

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

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

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

#marlee organization <3

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