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[saltwaterburns]

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

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[heliads]

Ok so I saw how you said you wanted to write for narnia in your request guidelines so, imagine if you will:

Reader and Caspian with a sort of rivals to friends to lovers. Charting the transition from "My prince" (Sarcastic) to "My prince" (playfull, joking) to eventually "MY prince" (loving). Hope this makes sense, lots of love <3

when people check the request guidelines <333 also this request was so good that i had the people vote upon it. soldier reader for the win

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You’re not sure what makes you more angry, the fact that you broke your sword or that the prince was there to see it. If it were not enough of a ruination to your day to have your blade break in half like a child’s wooden toy, if it were not enough to have to retreat through the storms of other fights and clashing metal and skulk to the background to get another, you were witnessed by the one person you detest most of all.

You should not be hating Prince Caspian. He just makes it rather easy to do so. He is the physical embodiment of this world, the crown on high, the savior of your every waking hour, all because he happened to be born into the right family at the right time. It is not his fault that he is one of the most powerful men in all of Narnia, but it is not the result of his labor, either. He is simply the prince, and there is nothing more to say on the matter.

That is quite different from you, then. You had to claw your way up through the ranks, sacrificing skin and sweat so you could eke out a win time and time again. Your trials served you well, gilding your brow with the title of captain of the guard, but it wasn’t like anything was handed to you. No, not at all. Yet, by virtue of his predestined position, Caspian technically has control over every soldier in Narnia. He outranks all of your efforts by the crown put on his head when he was just an infant.

This is the way of the world, and the way that it has always been. It makes no sense for you to hate him so fervently over something he cannot control. Caspian is an easy scapegoat, though, a figurehead for you to heap your regrets upon like laurels. It is not his fault that he was made prince. It is not his fault that you despise him for being one.

You’ve had time to grow accustomed to your life of blood and sweat, however, and today should have been no different. This morning was an amalgamation of at least a dozen different mistakes, though, and that ruined your day before it hardly even started. You woke up a little too late, you snapped at your friends then regretted it half a second later, and now you’ve gone and broken your blade, too.

It wasn’t your best weapon, at least that counts for something. Your finest sword is your most prized possession, and lies in careful hiding back in your quarters. This was merely your practice weapon, one designed to be battered and beaten all in the means of furthering the skills of you and your men.

Still, it stings to see it lying on the dusty ground of the training yard, shiny metal fragments already beginning to cloud over with grime. You sigh, signaling to your partner that you’ll have to abandon the match for now, and carefully pick up the pieces. When you stand, cradling the shards of your sword like a child, you look up and see Caspian of all people staring at you from across the training yard. Evidently he’s arrived just to see your sword fail.

Wonderful timing as always from him. You have to marvel at how he does it. You half think Caspian carefully plans his excursions into the swordsman's arenas when he believes you to be least ready to see him. You meet his gaze for a moment longer, then turn, heading back towards the rows of equipment on the far side of the yard.

You murmur at least half a dozen curses as you go, running them over your tongue like a prayer. The broken pieces of your sword can be turned into the armorer in the hopes that something will become of them, but you highly doubt that. In the meantime, you’ll have to dig up the coin to buy yourself a new sword, and risk damaging your primary weapon in the meantime. How splendid.

A voice sounds from behind you, one that makes you grit your teeth despite the soothing intonations. “You know, if you’re stabbing our own men so hard your weapon shatters, I’m afraid to see what you’ll do to our enemies.”

You grimace to yourself, then turn around to face Caspian, expression resolute. “Fear not, my prince, your men will be spared from me today. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to break swords when a battle arises.”

Caspian arches a brow, perhaps at the tone you direct towards his title. “If you speak with that much thrill over the thought of war, I’m beginning to fear that you may not be my best advisor regarding the maintenance of peace.” 

As if he’d ever listen to you long enough to consider you an advisor. The two of you snap at each other’s throats every time you get within shouting range. “Perhaps I just like a chance to fight.”

“I think I’ve noticed that,” Caspian murmurs, bemused.

It takes great strength to keep from glaring at him, strength that fails you by the second. “You’ll have to excuse me, I must go to the blacksmith for repairs.”

His face falls. “You won’t be continuing in the ring today? I had hoped to best you yet again.”

His lips quirk up as he says it, making the insult lose some of its barb, but it still makes your temper flare. “I’m afraid not. Blades are not as easily bought by soldiers as princes, I must see if I can salvage this one before going to the trouble of a purchase.”

Caspian seems half a second of self control from rolling his eyes. “There are more swords in the yard, L/N. Simply select another and we can go for a round or two.”

He gestures towards the training yard expectantly, and you feel the weight of your difference in stations come crashing down around you. Caspian will not stop asking until you fight him, that is his birthright. He does not know what it means to be disobeyed. And, as the captain of his guard, you cannot argue. This you know to be true, even if Caspian is unaware of just how he’s wielding his influence. There is nothing you can do to circumvent him.

You force your expression to go icily cold, devoid of any and all emotion. Even the anger, which was sparking through you so readily before, vanishes from your disposition. Caspian blinks in surprise at the sudden change, more so when you abruptly drop the pieces of your broken blade to the ground, where they send up a small storm of dust.

“Of course,” you say, even-syllabled, “how could I ever think to do anything else? Your word is my command, my prince.”

You pack as much loathing as possible into those syllables. Caspian flinches as if you’ve hit him, and then his confidence is gone, his eyes downcast. “If you don’t want to–” He begins in a whisper, but you’re already moving briskly towards the rows of extra blades.

“I most certainly want to,” you answer him, the borrowed blade seeming to cut into your hand despite the smooth leather grip, “you have asked, and that is all the motivation I should ever need.”

Caspian swallows hard, opens his mouth to say something, but you swing your blade at his head before he can manage it. This is utterly wrong behavior for a soldier towards a prince, but Caspian has never seemed to have a problem with your actions before, no matter how challenging. It’s as if both of your prides are so strong that they could overcome any class barrier set in your way.

Caspian barely parries your sword before it cuts into his head. Grunting with effort, he twists his weapon, forcing you to step back as he disengages, striking towards you in return. Seizing the opportunity, Caspian presses his advantage, taking a few quick steps and maneuvering the two of you further into the training yard and into the designated spaces for fighting.

Words are clearly still clinging to his tongue, begging to be spoken aloud, but this is no longer a place for conversation. It takes everything in you to counter his attacks, to spot when he’s off balance and lunge with piercing precision towards every gap in Caspian’s defense. You may hate the dark-haired prince with every fiber of your being, but you cannot deny that he is skilled. He might be the only one here capable of providing a challenge to you. You might hate him even more for that, or worse, not at all.

Caspian feints to his left, then his right. You ignore both distractions and plunge your weapon straight towards his heart. Expecting your belligerence in regards to his ploys, Caspian parries the strike and returns it with one of his own. You move to take a quick sidestep, but the ground is slick beneath your feet with mud from yesterday’s rain and you stumble. It’s the slightest of missteps, but for someone at Caspian’s level, it is enough.

He lunges forward, and you feel the shadow of the stone wall on your back before he pushes you into it. The rock is cold against your back, driving the air from your lungs. You try to force your way towards the center of the yard again, but Caspian has his sword at your throat, and any movement would lead to you cutting your own neck.

Unwilling to yield quite yet, you stay silent. You and Caspian breathe in and out, the deep gasps for air first discordant and then slowly, steadily, joining in a shared rhythm.

Caspian speaks first, you know he’s been waiting for it. “You hate me.”

You scoff. “You hate me. This is not an exclusive feeling.”

He exhales harshly, exasperated. “Stop deflecting everything onto me. We could have been friends.”

You laugh, tilting your head back to give him a better chance to slit your throat. “You are a prince. I would never have been anything but nothing to you.”

Caspian’s eyes widen. He moves away from you unsteadily, first closer than he’s ever been, then gone, halfway across the yard in what feels like just a second. You let your eyes shudder closed, exhausted from the intensity of the fight but perhaps something more as well. When you open your lids, he is gone. He had just arrived, but he is nowhere to be seen now. That could be no one’s fault but yours. He is not your friend. But. He could be so, so much more. 

Three days later, a gift arrives in your quarters. You unwrap the cloth bindings to reveal a sword nestled within the folds. You can tell at once that it has been perfectly selected for you– the heft is just right for your level of strength, the grip matches your hands exactly, and the edges are razor sharp, ideal for those slashes towards the forearms you’ve been so fond of as of late.

It comes swathed in a rich purple cloth, the sort of color you’ve only ever seen decorating Caspian’s frame as he walks with his troops or speaks to his nobles. An angrier, more bitter part of you wants to reject the gift entirely, to toss it from your room like refuse or return it back to him at once. Still, it is a fine blade, and you know that were you to just pick it up, it would feel exactly right, an extension of your arm into shining metal.

So, the sword joins the rest of your collections, and the purple linen ends up tucked away in your desk, carefully folded into a neat square of color and creases. You cannot explain why you do either, not even to yourself. 

The next time you’re called out with your regiment to guard the prince and some foreign powers on a diplomatic mission, the sword is on your belt, your hand resting on its hilt. Caspian sees and something changes in his expression; a deepening of a smile, a pleased spark in his eyes. For some reason, you cannot hate him for being proud. Not today.

He finds you later, once the crowds have dispersed and he doesn’t have to be a prince, just a man. “What a fine sword that is,” he remarks pleasantly.

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t. Don’t even.”

Caspian spreads his hands, the picture of innocence. “I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about.”

“You had better not,” you grumble.

He nods solemnly. “Of course. Just a random thought, however, it really is a nice blade. It must have been picked out by an exceedingly good swordsman. Perhaps even the best in the castle.”

You should be irritated with him for being so bothersome again. Instead, you find yourself fighting a smile. “It’s a shame, then, that the only swordsman here worth his salt is me.”

Caspian’s mouth drops comically. “That cannot be true.”

“It is,” you reply as casually as you can, “I come to you with only the best information, my prince. Only the best.”

He starts to respond, but something stops him, something that makes him smile quietly. Your stomach flips with the unsettling feeling of having missed out on a joke, but for once, you don’t entirely mind it. Instead, the two of you walk all the way back to the castle, and only when the diplomats arrive again must you be parted. It is not the worst use of your time.

Caspian finds you again two nights later. You’re on a shift guarding a section of the castle walls, which gives you an excellent view of the foreign powers riding away into the darkness. They’ve been here for days now, testing Caspian’s patience like no one else, not even you.

He joins you soon enough, exhaustedly leaning his arms up against the stone battlements. “I think I hate politics,” he murmurs into the night air.

You chuckle, the quiet sound abnormally loud in the darkness. It should make you self conscious, and it does, but not as much as it would for anyone else. The hot prick of awareness in your stomach is both doubly strong and doubly weak because you are next to Caspian; why, you cannot explain, but it is true.

“You are a prince,” you point out, “politics was always something you would have to do.”

Caspian groans. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it. That’s why I always envied you, you know. You got to carry the banner and fight the battles without any political conniving.”

You stare at him in shock. “That cannot be true. No future king could ever want to be a mere soldier.”

He laughs derisively. “As if you’ve ever been a mere soldier. Not to me,” he adds on afterthought, and you’re not sure that it was even meant for your ears, “no, not to me.”

You shake your head slowly. “But I thought you hated me. All this time, you’ve merely wanted to join me in fighting without a care?”

Caspian’s brow furrows. “Hate you? No, no. I never hated you. I never could hate you.”

He straightens up, slowly walking over to you. There is no one else on the castle wall to see you, no one below. Even still, your eyes feel like more than enough of an audience to find some reason to stop this before the pounding in your heart blocks out your ability to breathe properly.

“My prince,” you say, a warning. It doesn’t make him flinch like it used to, a blow grown familiar, worn down to the weight of a feather instead of that of a blade.

Caspian sighs, the listless air leaving him and vanishing just as quickly on the wind. “Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted this. That you’ve never thought about it.”

“I couldn’t,” you whisper, and something in you cracks in half when his face falls, “but you could.”

Caspian’s eyes dart cautiously up to you again. “Are you sure?”

Neither of you have to specify what he means for you to know. “Yes,” you breathe.

You did not anticipate this night to end with you kissing the crown prince of Narnia. That being said, you would not want to have it any other way. There may be foreign dignitaries out there plotting the end of his reign, or political turmoils present to claim most of his time, but tonight, Caspian is yours and yours alone. It makes you smile into him. It makes everything that much better.

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[promptthebear]

🐰 Edmund Pevensie #14 please

Edmund Pevensie x Reader- "Please, tell me this is not why you woke me up.”

Part 1/2 <- ***UP NOW!!!!***

Summary: Soulmate AU. Set during the "Golden Age", Edmund thinks he's doomed to be alone for the rest of his life. Until his fated match appears in the most unlikely of places. 2nd person, reader is written as "you"

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I've been go so long. Part two for this is literally being written right now and will hopefully be up very soon. I just thought I should give y'all SOMETHING to end the dry spell. Enjoy!

TW: None that I know of, but please message me if you need something tagged.

Rain was falling in sheets outside his study window, and the sound of the drops against the panes had soothed Edmund into a light doze. It was late, most likely past midnight, and his candles had burned down to almost stubs in their holders. He’d been reading for hours, lost in tomes of Narnian history and retrospects on ancient magic traditions. As fascinated as he’d been, he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes from growing heavy, and the blue velvet chair felt almost like a lover’s embrace.

Not that Edmund would have any idea what that actually felt like, though he could muster up a pretty good guess. Over the years, he’d watched his brothers and sisters find partners, wed, and have children of their own. Even little Lucy had been married last summer, leaving Edmund as the last bachelor among the family. That was one of the many reasons he’d been taking solace in his study over the last few weeks. He was plenty used to being alone, but there were only so many nights in a cold bed one could take before it started driving him a little mad.

Another man may have sought out comfort in the village pubs, but the idea of a hot, stuffy room and the press of drunken, sweaty bodies held about as much appeal to Edmund as driving straws under his fingernails. So, instead, he filled his waking hours in the company of books, often choosing to fall asleep among them than make the long, solitary walk back to his dark and empty chambers. This would be the third night in a row he’d spend here, and regardless of how Susan chided him that sleeping in his chair would ruin his back, Edmund also knew it wouldn’t be the last either.

A sudden, sharp rap at the door startled the young king from his near stupor. With a snort and a grumble, he rose from his chair, rubbing at his stiff muscles and silently cursing whoever chose to disturb him at this hour.

The hallway felt far too bright after the dim, golden light in the library, and for a moment after he opened the door, Edmund stood there, dazzled and blinking away stars from his eyes. When his vision cleared, he found himself staring into the face of one of the city guards. The young man seemed nervous, shifting from side to side and not quite able to meet Edmund’s gaze. Aside from the familiar uniform, the young man was little more than a stranger to him, and Edmund wondered why the captain would have sent someone so young to speak with one of the high kings.

“Your majesty. I beg forgiveness at the disturbance, would this matter have waited until morning I assure you I would not be here now.”

His voice betrayed his age, confirming Edmund’s suspicions that he was a new recruit, barely older than sixteen and almost twelve years his junior.

“Speak your piece and be on your way,” he replied, running a hand over his face to try and clear away any drowsiness that still clung on “It is far too late for either of us to be away from our beds”

The guard jumped at the sound of Edmund’s voice, and did some sort of half nod, half bow that made him look like a fish jerking around in a net.

“Again, my most sincere apologies your majesty. Once more, if it were not for the urgency of the situation I would not have caused you upset. My captain insisted that you be spoken with directly and that this message reach no ears but your own. I tried to tell him you’d be abed by now but-”

“Out with it, lad. The longer you speak, the longer the hour grows and the more weary I become.”

The edge to his words almost made Edmund wince. He hadn’t meant to be so sharp with the boy, but Susan had been right. Spending nights in his chair had made him incredibly sore, and had kept him from having a decent rest for far too long. The combination of both was not providing him with an overabundance of courtesy.

“We caught a pick pocket, your majesty. In the market, earlier this evening.”

Edmund reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying desperately to ease the throbbing that was starting to grow behind his eyes.

“Please, tell me this is not why you woke me up.”

Yes, Edmund acted as the King’s Justice and presided over all cases brought into court, even trifling ones like pick-pocketing. However, as far as he could tell, there was no reason something that simple would bring a guard to his door in the middle of the night.

“It is, your majesty”

“And? Have you all suddenly forgotten how to do your jobs? The thief can spend the night in lockup with your other petty criminals, and I’ll be there to preside over their trial in the morning. If that’s all you came to tell me, then I suggest you be on your way before I take it upon myself to serve you with a demerit and suspend you from service for the next week.”

The door was halfway closed when the young guard’s boot wedged itself between the door and the wall. Edmund stared down at it for a moment, trying to process the sheer gall of this otherwise seemingly placid young man. Nobody, in his recent memory, had ever kept him from closing a door when he wished. If he wasn’t contemplating sending this man to scrub out the barracks privvies for the rest of his natural life, he almost would’ve been impressed at his tenacity.

“Alright, that does it, I’m giving you until the count of three to get out of my sight and if you aren’t gone by two then so help me-”

“She has the mark, your Majesty”

It felt as though someone had just dumped a bucket of freezing water upon Edmund’s head. For a moment he stood, still as a statue while his mind raced at frantic speeds to try and make sense of what he was hearing. The lad had to be joking, there simply was no other explanation. This was all part of an elaborate prank someone was pulling on him, like Peter maybe, and Edmund would walk all the way down to the dungeons only to find a sow or donkey painted with a mark that matched his own rather than the girl he’d been promised.

He opened his mouth to tell the young guard he was a liar, along with a few other choice phrases, only to find his voice had left him. What was the worst that could happen, if he followed this boy? Experience told Edmund that he could end up being the kingdom laughingstock the next morning, but what of it? Most of his subjects, noble and common alike, either ridiculed him behind closed doors or pitied him to his face, which was somehow worse. The Lonely King, they called him. A solitary man in a world where everyone was fated to find their perfect match at some point or another. Would a lifetime of isolation be truly worth avoiding a few moments of ridicule?

The carved animals in the wooden door stared blankly back at Edmund, and though the flickering candlelight made their faces seem to dance and move among the shadows, they had no more answers for him than the young King had for himself. With a sigh, he clasped the edge of the door and pulled it open. It creaked loudly, a sound made louder still by the otherwise hushed air in the sleeping castle. The young guard waiting beyond started at the noise, and took a step back towards the far wall as though he expected Edmund to leap out and bite him.

Now standing in the full light of the hall, Edmund saw in earnest how young the guard really was. He may have been a youth of sixteen, but he had the face of a twelve or eleven year old, making him look like a squire rather than the soldier he was. A light dusting of fuzz across the boy’s cheeks, a hint of a beard, was the only thing to suggest he was near manhood and it made Edmund feel all the more guilty for being so hard on him.

“Come on,” he said, clapping a friendly hand down on the guard’s soldier as he moved past him “Let’s get this over with.”

#easter askbox event #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x you #edmund pevensie #narnia fic #narnia imagines

[thedawntreaders]

for their service, narnia blesses the pevensies with hidden powers to carry back to earth.

peter used to hate prophecies. it's what dragged him and his siblings into a war his parents wanted him to avoid. but when the feeling of deja vu turns into experiencing brief visions that predict the following events here on earth, he can't really mind. the only strange part is that his ability is exclusive to events revolving around his siblings. he gives susan extra cash in her purse to take a taxi because she'll miss the bus, drives to lucy's school to drop off the homework she forgot in her room, tosses edmund an umbrella that the boy insists he won't need, except he does.

when his parents ask about it, noticing how their eldest son manages to be prepared for nearly everything, peter replies with 'gut instinct'. his siblings know better. they leave his knack for prophecy unmentioned in their conversations, since the memory of leaving home is still fresh, but edmund, susan, and lucy are aware of how much this ability means to him. he has always been trying to look out for them and protect them. in this way, thanks to narnia, he can.

there is a newfound power in susan's voice that wasn't there before. aside from her siblings, people listen to her intently, much to her curiosity. from the strict professor who provides her an extension despite not having an extension policy to the boy who backs off when she tells him no, susan finds that her words fall easily on their ears and they receive it graciously. she doesn't know how to feel about it. she's grateful, of course, but such a power can be dangerous if exploited. she shudders. she would rather perish than be caught abusing her voice and power, as strange as that sounds in her time.

luckily, as aforementioned, her siblings are immune to her ability to charmspeak, and they gently encourage her to use her gift to become the harbinger of change she was always meant to be. the sociology major is now somewhat easier to endure, what with her peers and professors starting to be receptive to the fresh, new ideas she introduces, ideas that worked in narnia and would work even better here. she considers edmund's suggestion to become a public speaker.

after having fallen to temptation with the white witch's enchanted turkish delight, edmund can ingest any poison without experiencing its effects. he learns about this ability when he confronts a man for spiking a woman's drink. the man insists he didn't, so to challenge him, edmund spontaneously grabs the glass from the lady's hand and tips it up. he meant to feign the drinking; however, when the man shouts in alarm and attempts to slap the glass away, the liquid ends up sliding roughly against his throat. judging from that reaction alone, edmund knocks him out cold and calls the police.

it's an awkward ride with the paramedics. aside from the very brief choking for a drink he didn't mean to down, the lack of reaction baffles all of them; nonetheless, his idea to accept medical attention wasn't entirely unfounded as they did detect the toxin in his body. the doctor tells him he's lucky to even be alive. edmund smiles. nothing he hasn't heard before.

lucy's kisses are healing, as if laced with the juice from the cordial she carried in narnia. her mother always planted small pecks on her injuries when she was a child and the practice carries over to her for her siblings. when peter runs into the wrong sort of folk in the alleyway, she doesn't hesitate to kiss the cuts and bruises on his knuckles over their bandages. they heal within two hours. this ability remains largely undiscovered until one of peter's friends ask him how he always manages to heal so quickly. peter is quick to trace it back to lucy.

the youngest pevensie is delighted to learn that a part of narnia came back with her and it takes a great deal of convincing to prevent her from running to injured children and kissing them. narnians would welcome such affection, but humans of this world aren't so nearly understanding. so lucy comes up with what she believes is a good solution. she becomes a babysitter for a bit, then a daycare worker. giving kids kisses shouldn't be too much of an issue now, right?

#tcon #the chronicles of narnia #tcon imagines #tcon headcanons #chronicles of narnia #narnia #narnia imagines #narnia headcanons #pevensie imagines #pevensie headcanons #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie

[cyberball]

cair paraval

caspian x reader / no pronouns used / not rq

warnings: a couple swears, physical touch (as in not 18+ but still), mention of the word 'dress' but you can interpret that as any type of dress really

summary: you decide to reminisce on a select few memories of the beach at cair paraval in your room, one morning.

genre: yes it is fluffy but there's some slow burn/yearning thing going on, allusion to a modern!au in narnia, although u can assume it’s the same

notes: cyberball comeback! *crickets* anyway this is my highest word count thus far. ben barnes is actually fatal cuz now I'm obsessed with a character from my CHILDHOOD who I completely forgot even existed. alas, here we are, because caspian is a very very close second to Leo valdez, and I'm head over heels for that man. all this is to say, this will probably not be the last caspian fic and who knows, maybe I'll figure sth out for peter n ed as well!!! anyway enjoy i hope u like it

11:03 | 2896 words

11:45 AM

The spring breeze brushes against your face, and your eyes close in appreciation. From your balcony, the beach of Cair Paraval looks stunning; clear blue waters and a high tide to match. You let your thoughts linger on all the nights you’ve spent on said beach with a certain king of Narnia. You almost get up to try to find him, but you sit back down, realizing he must be busy. Your memories will have to sustain you for now.

4:23 AM – 1 month ago

Caspian’s hand came up to brush his hair out of his face for what seemed like the hundredth time that night – the sea breeze was relentless. You silently laughed at his efforts, as he leaned back into you, having given up on trying to tame his hair. His tall frame had somehow managed to sit snugly in between your legs, Caspian’s head resting on your chest. You were leaning against an enormous oak tree, the leaves swaying in tandem with the wind.

“Get up, you big goof,” you said, rolling your nightshirt’s sleeves up, determined to help him with his hair. He looked back at you for just a second before obeying your command. You loved his hair either way but you could tell it was annoying him right about now.

“What, you don’t like the unruly look my hair has taken on?” He asked, sitting up properly. You shook your head in amusement and looked away under his glance, pretending to look around for the clip you always kept on you, in case a predicament like this arose.

You gathered a little of his hair and tied it in place with the clip, letting a few pieces in the front fall out. The half-up-half-down look was his and your favorite.

He rested his head back onto your shoulder, looking ahead, the two of you still sitting. You had a ritual wherein you took one night each week to watch the sunrise. Now, even as the sun slowly woke up, the Narnian night sky glittered with tens of stars, and you wished you could look into his eyes. The black always reflected the light perfectly.

You two had been dating for about 2 weeks now. Caspian was your best friend and the person you trusted the most. Back when all you could think of on nights like these was your imagination of what it would feel like to have his lips against yours, looking into his eyes was a gesture far too intimate for two friends to share.

But now that it was a reality, you moved him off your shoulder and moved forward, so now you were facing him. On instinct, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on his lap. Giggling, you took his stubble-covered face in your hands. After staring into your eyes for a length of time most people would find uncomfortable, he looked up at the sky. And there it was; the sky condensed into his eyes. He looked back up at you, and you couldn’t help but kiss him. You wondered how you ever lived without knowing the taste of his lips.

5:09 PM – 3 months ago

The sun filtered through your hair as you managed to push through it. It was setting, and the horizon looked particularly capturing today; pink and orange clouds shielding its light. Speaking of the sun, unbeknownst to you, yours had come up behind the spot you had claimed on the sand. Placing a kiss on your head – and consequently making butterflies fly around in your stomach – Caspian took the place next to you, as he often did.

More often, he’d only made rare appearances in your solitude, as the mantle of being king had taken its toll on his free time. You had found yourself reminiscing on the time when every other free second you both had, you would spend with each other. You would train together as well, and while that hadn’t necessarily stopped, he had significantly less time to do so. So you missed it, and you missed the close contact, where you could pass off the hitched breaths and stuttering glances as something other than what they were.

Caspian was your best friend. Nothing more, although you found yourself coveting the same. You don’t quite remember when it changed; when the way you looked at him turned from friendly appreciation to lingering on his smile. You felt that maybe he felt the same when he’d make you laugh and then drink in your reaction; when you showed him a new dress and his gaze lingered on you for far more time than was needed to look at the dress; when, a few days ago, you were playing with his hair, as you often did, and he unabashedly stared at your lips; and even now, when he kissed your head and instinctually rested his hand on yours. His thumb caressed your palm, and you had to physically restrain yourself from melting onto the beach.

At least then you could be washed away with the sea. You could feel his gaze on you. “What, idiot?” You asked him, not turning to look at him, a playful smile playing on your lips. “That’s no way to address your king,” he replied smoothly with a smirk of his own. You wanted to wipe it right off his stupid, pretty face.

As happy as you were with his presence next to you, you didn’t forget how your getaways to the beach were much frequent just you now instead of you both. “Sorry, Your Majesty,” you muttered sarcastically. You winced as his face fell at your tone, immediately regretting your words, knowing how he literally had no time for anything other than his duties. You couldn’t be mad at him for that. He beat you to the apology, “I am sorry. I know I have seen you less and less these past few weeks, and it’s not an excuse, merely a reason, but my work as king has taken up most if not all my time. Regardless, I could have made time for you. Aslan knows you’re much more important to me than anything else,” he spoke the last words under his breath, but you caught them.

You both had talked about this before – how much you meant to each other – but every time he brought it up, your heart beat just a little bit faster. “Cas, don’t be sorry. I know you’re busy and it’s selfish of me to be mad at you for that. I’m sorry,” you replied, looking away. “You’re not being selfish. You’re the least selfish person I know. You’ve done nothing wrong here,” he said softly, pushing your hair behind your ears. A hue of red dusted your cheeks at the gesture and you smiled up at him, “It’s okay, Cas,” you assured him and noticed his eyes crinkling at the nickname, “Just promise to meet me whenever you can,” you said, playing with his fingers. “Yes, I know, I will use all my free time on you. You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, a glint in his eyes. You laughed amusedly, “You’re a good king, you know,” and he searched your eyes for any sign of a lie. He didn’t find it, even behind your teasing tone. “Just because I dedicated my free time to you?” he questioned and you pretended to think, “Hmm… yes.” Laughing

, you rested your head on his shoulder. You were happy to have him, even if your affections could only be as intimate as best friends.

2:58 AM – 2 months ago

You had just made a particularly hilarious joke, and Caspian had been laughing about it for what seemed like ages. “My god, calm down,” you managed to say through your own laughter, and he silently brought his forehead down to your shoulder, his own shoulders shaking from laughter.

After finally calming down, he said, “Never do that again,” a smile still brilliant on his face, despite the dim moonlight filtering through the clouds. “What, never make you laugh again?” you grinned, sucking your teeth, “sounds like a challenge to me. I’m too funny,” you joked, running your hand through your hair. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Caspian roll his eyes at you, and you wordlessly shoved him for it.

“That cloud looks like your hair in the morning,” you pointed out, gesturing to a cloud by the sea line. Caspian looked at you with an unamused face, “Ha-ha. Very funny,” he replied deadpan, but a grin eventually broke out on his face.

A long, comfortable silence stretched out between the two of you. You carefully rested your head on his shoulder and tried to take this for what it was: two friends enjoying each other’s company, and not letting your thoughts wander to a hope where maybe, someday, you could be more than that. Because it could never be. Caspian did a great job of reminding you of the fact when he piped up, “Today was sort of terrible,” and in response, you looked up at him through your lashes, beckoning him to continue. “The court is back at it with the marriage proposals and potential alliances,” he explained, and your heart dropped.

Oh. “Any of the potential matches interest you?” you questioned, silently hoping the answer was no. Regardless, you braced yourself for the impact, but he replied, very softly, might one add, “No,” and ran a hand through his hair. “Really?” you asked in an unamused tone, “none of them?” you were a tad bit eager to know his true feelings. So he pointed it out, “Desperate, are we? Why do you want to see me married off so quickly?” he asked, a smirk playing on his annoyingly pretty face. There was a sort of desperation in his eyes that you didn’t quite catch, however.

“Of course not, Your Highness,” you teased, “Curse me for wanting to see my king happy,” and rolled your eyes. “And anyway, it’s quite the opposite,” you muttered under your breath, sure that he wouldn’t hear it, but he did.

Fuck. He understood what you meant by it as well; he always did, and now he looked at you with something newfound in his eyes. Shit.

Silence. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“That is the last thing that would make me happy,” he finally spoke, and you silently sent up a prayer to whichever god let him ignore whatever you had said.

“And what would?” you asked, a teasing tone in your voice, but you both knew you genuinely wanted to know. Were you a possibility?

He didn’t reply. You chuckled softly and slightly shoved him, “What? I asked you something,” you said, still giggling. Your laughter had brought a smile to his face and you wanted to evaporate.

He took one of your hands and started absentmindedly playing with your fingers, as he often did. “I just… it’s a little funny to me how many times I’ve asked you that same question and you’ve not responded,” he confessed, black eyes staring you down, and then moving away when you hesitated in responding. “We tell each other everything,” a pause, “Right?” he asked, and hundreds of unsaid feelings poured into the small gap between you two, which he was slowly but surely closing. All the while his hands were still on yours, and you wondered if this was it. The day you finally get to call him yours, or the day you part ways.

“Caspian…” was all you managed, a little choked. Had his face always been so close to yours? You swore you could feel the beat of his eyelashes on your face, which was no doubt painted deep red right about now. It didn’t matter, because so was his.

You never knew eyes could speak like this – albeit, Caspian’s had always been able to, but never to this degree – begging, desperation, and hope, all in just two pupils. You literally were choked now; words had left you. You always told him, in matters of romance, you would never be able to make the first move. He had always laughed at that, the irony of you being such a bold and fearless person, yet being afraid of showing vulnerability like this. Although he himself could never chide you about that; both of you knew his stubbornness, especially in affairs of the heart.

He was not a daft man. A little oblivious, sure, but he knew the way you looked at him. You hadn’t tried to hide it either; in some masochistic way, even though you had your doubts about his feelings, you still wore yours on your face. You regretted it sometimes, when if he ended up listening to his court one day, then you would feel like a fool for putting your heart out on the line.

But so had he. Later on, you would realize that you were much more oblivious than him. He had half the decency to never completely assume that you were interested in him romantically, but he knew you. And you knew him.

So it made sense now to you. His lingering glances, especially those on your lips; the forehead kisses, which he had started a long time ago before you thought of him this way – however, they had grown much more frequent and much less chaste; and, oh. The words he said to you just a couple of days ago, lounging in his bed, your head in his lap, when you had joked about him being in love with you, “I’m not going to deny it.” You knew when he was joking. This was not such an instance, even though, immediately after, he tried to play it off as such. You knew it. Why hadn’t you said something?

Your name fell from his lips now, once more, a silent plea.

His lips ghosted over yours once more. You closed your eyes briefly, as you did when in a predicament, and exhaled hard.

Caspian sent up a prayer to whichever god would take it and made to connect your lips. You met him halfway.

You remember the first kiss like the back of your hand. You just about whimpered when his taste reached your tongue; the taste of the chocolate you both had snuck just a few minutes earlier was fresh on his lips. His rather large hands steadied you by your waist, and you still felt like crumbling by his touch.

A few seconds later, you pulled away reluctantly, out of breath. His eyes slowly fluttered open and his face was redder than you had ever seen it. You grinned and pecked his lips once more, and he felt your smile on him. It wasn’t a feeling he thought he’d ever experience.

Giddy, he mirrored your smile and kissed you harder than the last time.

“I knew you had a thing for me,” you said, right after he pulled away, breathless and smiling. “I’m not going to deny it,” he gloated, and you rested your forehead on his shoulder, laughing.

You were going to deal with the court some other day. It was just you and him right now.

11:56 AM – Present time

“Enjoying the weather, my love?” Caspian’s voice sounds out as his arms wrap around your torso. You slightly crane your head to look at him, shamelessly staring at his frame; simple white button-up, black pants. A rather handsome look on him.

“Your pick-up lines have always been terrible,” you remark, turning your head back around, a smirk on your face.

“And yet you were just checking me out,” he shoots back, resting his chin on the top of your head. You roll your eyes in response. “Checkmate?” he teases.

“Whatever. You can hardly blame me when you look this good,” you respond smoothly, turning around to face him while raising a hand to play with the ends of his hair.

“Have you seen yourself?” he says comfortably. His hands are resting easy on your hips and his gaze is on you, focused like you hung the stars in the sky. He always looks at you like this.

You shake your head, silently laughing, and crane your head to look out at the waters. It’s true that no one loves the sea quite like Caspian does, but that’s the very reason you appreciate it. His eyes light up when he talks of his adventures and voyages. Interestingly enough, there have only been two instances when the joie de vivre shines in his eyes; once when he thinks of the sea, and twice when he thinks of you. You’ve noticed it. The thought gets you giddy each time.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you. He places a kiss on your head and leans down to kiss your lips. Every time he does, it feels like the first time. Your eyes flutter close, and you notice something more in the way his lips move against yours. A message.

And then you realize.

Three words.

He pulls away, exhaling softly. A pause.

“I love you,” he says, your name on his lips like it always belonged there.

You waste no time. “I love you too, Caspian,” and he grins.

You mean it. And Aslan knows he means it too.

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Golden (King Caspian x fem!reader)

Chapter I - Voyages at Dusk, Treaders by Dawn

Words: 3404 Warnings: some angst and misogyny i guess (?) not too much plot for now, this is just the set up ;) A/N: alright, here it goes. i actually had a breakdown and deleted half the fic before posting so idk how to feel about this. i really hope you enjoy this fic, and I'm sorry for taking so long :( ALSO i haven’t proofread this 😇 Taglist: @sskhair, @sassyandclassyx, @thefictionalgemini, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @just-levyy, @noortsshift,

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Dawn. Warm and alerting, bathing the clear sky in orange and red and pink and all sorts of sweltering colors I could imagine. The sea below the cliff was calm and shone with such intensity that it hurt to look at. Yet the scenery was beautiful. The wind hugged me and the sun’s rays welcomed me like an old friend. The top of the cliff was showered in green, the grass moving with the breeze, alive and inviting. Summer was finally here, and it cast large and nostalgic shadows over the ruins of Cair Paravel. Nature had taken over the stones once again, covering the past in colorful present. The altar where the thrones of the Kings and Queen of Old used to be remained intact, as if magic itself wanted to bathe the pedestal in power. Power that came and left, but also power that remained. 

Laughter reached my ears. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Giggles and chuckles grew stronger until a pair of short arms wrapped themselves around my legs.

“Mumma, come play with us!” a little boy’s voice demanded, and the happiness in those words finally snapped me back to reality.

With a grin, I turned around, bending down, and picking the kid in my arms, earning a loud howl from him as I spun us. Before either of us could get dizzy, I put him back down, lovingly moving away one of the dark strands of hair that fell over his dark eyes. He looked a bit too much like his father, to no one’s surprise.

Speaking of, he now stood next to me.

“Having fun without me?” Caspian asked in a teasing voice, throwing an arm over my shoulders, using his hand to stroke the exposed skin of my –his– shirt.

I looked up to him. The wrinkles by his eyes were just a tad more prominent, but the same lively spirit adorned his irises. He looked somewhat taller, with his young naivité turned into experienced serenity. He carried himself like the king he was, and yet his lips still turned upwards by the right corner first, kind and amused, as they did when I first met him. His tanned skin glowed in the late afternoon sun, and despite having been married for years, he still managed to make my heart soar.

“Never, Dada!” the kid giggled, still grabbing my legs. 

Caspian laughed as he threw him over his shoulder. “Unfortunately, young man, we should get going back to the castle. It’ll be dark soon.”

The boy complained. “But I wanna stay here! I wanna listen to the stories Mumma tells!”

His annoyance didn’t last long, for Caspian quickly used his advantage to shake the boy in the air, earning loud chuckles in return.

I wanted to follow them, I really did, but my feet seemed stuck to the ground. I saw Caspian walk away, yet I couldn’t move. Something was anchoring me to the top of the cliff, and the only thing I could do was stare as the love of my life seemed to disappear before my eyes.

Again, I know I should’ve been scared, as the world around me seemed to crumble once more. I waved my arms around, my hands flexing trying to grab the air with trembling fingers, anything to keep me afloat. Another breeze engulfed me, equally as warm as the sun that was rapidly setting over the horizon. Out of instinct, I closed my eyes, allowing whatever that was to take me to wherever I had to go. Right before everything ended, a familiar voice resounded on the inside of my skull, bringing back that same serenity I had always felt at the top of that cliff.

Soon, my dear.

I woke up with a start. I immediately frowned as I stared at the ceiling, tracing the lines of the wood at the top of the high-posted bed, analyzing the details in the engraving as I usually did when I couldn’t fall asleep. That had not been the first time I dreamed about Caspian, and what could possibly be our son, but it had been the first time Aslan had made himself known. It had been three years since we last saw him, right after Caspian’s coronation and the Pevensies’ farewell, and despite knowing he was always around, hearing him for the first time after that long only intrigued me. Beautiful, amazing, scary, and anxious things happened during the first three years of Caspian and I’s ruling over Narnia, yet Aslan had never shown up before. I wondered what his message meant too. 

I pondered for a few minutes, still lying on the comfortable bed. The quietness of the room, which was starting to fill with light, made me realize I was alone. I raised my head slightly, looking around the room hoping to find Caspian hunched over some papers in a small desk we kept by the balcony, but he was nowhere to be found. 

My frown got deeper, and I finally sat down and took a look at the state of the room. Our suite at the castle was huge, bigger than any room I had ever owned. The high ceilings and big windows provided warmth and security. Back at Cair Paravel, I had insisted on a rather modest room, but that was no longer fit for me, or us. I was surprised that Caspian wanted to stay in his childhood castle; he always spoke about his home growing up, and how dark and moody it always was, but after a leap of faith and several peace treaties later, the sun seemed to be always shining over the old Telmar. Because the sun always shone over Narnia.

Yet my favorite part of the suite was the balcony; overlooking the kingdom with the sea at the horizon, with the ships docked at the harbor and the peaceful waves that blended with the sky. I know it wasn’t Cair Paravel, and it would never be, but different didn’t mean worse. Narnia prospered under Caspian’s rule, and I, the newly appointed queen, had had the chance to see the land flourish and rise from its ashes.

I was now outside, staring at the view, looking at the sun slowly climbing its way up, as well as the citizens living right under us starting their days, happy and undisturbed. My heart clenched a little, thinking about how much Lucy would enjoy the view, but I shook my head. I couldn’t think about them now. I couldn’t know if I’d ever see them again, at least in Narnia. As much as I loved remembering the past, I had to focus on my present to succeed in my future. 

And my present was now talking rather loudly outside the big wooden door to our suite. 

“But, your Majesty…”

“Nonsense. She’s my wife first, I’ll take care of this.”

“Let us help, your Majesty!”

I scrunched my eyebrows at the voices and flinched when the door opened a bit too loudly.

“My love?” Caspian called out.

“In here!”

His footsteps were rushed and heavy as he suddenly appeared before me on the balcony. 

“What are you doing up? You heard the doctor, you should rest!” he took me in his arms and gently guided me back to the bed, sitting me down on the mattress and taking my face in his hands, inspecting every detail.

I laughed. “Cas, I’m alright. In fact, I’ve been feeling great for the past few days,” I calmly took my hands in his and put them down. His thumbs automatically rubbed the back of my hands, which didn’t fail to give me goosebumps.

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea…” but I cut him off before he could finish.

“Don’t.”

“Please, my love, I just want you to be alright.”

“I’ll be alright once I have something to do, Cas. You seriously cannot expect me to lay around all day when there’s a world full of adventures out there!”

“Your Majesties?” Edith, one of the maids, interrupted us. “The bath is ready.”

“Thank you, Edith. You may go now,” Caspian looked up but didn’t move from his spot.

Edith bowed to us and left with a troubled expression, and I immediately turned to him again.

“What did you do?”

Caspian tried to look innocent but failed miserably. “Nothing! I woke up early and headed down to the kitchens to fetch you something to eat when you woke up! Then the maids found me and insisted on doing the work but I wouldn’t let them.”

I tried to fight off the smile. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to do something nice for you. I’ve been worried sick these days and just… wanted to be at your side as much as I can before I leave.”

That alerted me. “What do you mean ‘before I leave’?”

I took my hands away, bringing them to my waist. Caspian was looking at me with a guilty gaze from his place on the ground before me. He spoke slowly, almost testing the waters.

“I don’t think you should come, my love.”

“And why is that?” I raised an eyebrow at him, a bit too defiantly. It was too early in the morning for this.

“I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“So you’re keeping me locked away?”

“That’s not…” he tried to reason, but I wouldn’t let him.

I stood up from the bed, careful not to accidentally hurt him as I walked towards the small en suite, feeling the warm water from the free-standing bath, anything to prevent me from lashing out at him. 

“I don’t wanna hear it, Caspian. I’m coming with you. Now, I appreciate the breakfast but if you’re not gonna join me, I think it’s best if you leave me alone now.”

I usually hated being stern with him, but I was tired of the conversation. I wasn’t about to begin yet another fight about the same topic, knowing it would end in disaster. After a few seconds, Caspian spoke.

“I’ll be at the war room, then.”

He didn’t say anything else and left. I sighed, already feeling bad at our near-discussion, and let myself sink into the water. My eyes closed as I tried not to let the anger consume me. 

It hadn’t been the first time Caspian had suggested I don’t participate in the mission. Ever since I had randomly fainted during a training session he had been treating me like a child. And I understood his preoccupation, because I too worried about him every single second of my existence, but it had been almost two weeks, and I had been feeling fine ever since I woke up after the episode. Caspian had even called every single doctor, physician, and healer in the entirety of Narnia, and the verdict was all the same: I was fine. The day had been hot, and I had been tired, and there hadn’t been anything more to it. Yet now, after months of preparing our sailing around the Lone Islands, Caspian was willing to let me stay behind. And I was not going to let him. Narnia needed its queen.

Walking around the halls of the old Telmarine castle was always one of my favorite activities, and while I would normally stop and appreciate the many pieces of art that decorated the walls, I was a woman on a mission. 

Most of my armor was left at our suite, knowing I wouldn’t be needing it for what was about to happen, but for good measure my dual swords were at my back. Despite bowing and nodding at every person I saw in the halls, the sense of urgency in my steps was enough for them to leave a significant space between them and me as I approached the big doors to the war room. With a final breath, I opened them wide. 

Caspian’s face was priceless. He probably wasn’t expecting me so soon, and I definitely wasn’t expecting him to have a whole meeting without me. All of our counselors and fellow top warriors stood at the round table, where a large map of the entire Narnian territory was displayed for everybody to see. Little figures were being moved by Reepicheep, our mighty and beloved mouse, although he too stopped when I came in.

“Your Majesty,” he respectfully bowed at me, and it was only after he did that the rest of the room followed. 

Ouch. That stung.

“I see you’ve already started without me,” I noted, closing the heavy doors behind me and occupying my place at the other end of the table, facing Caspian directly. “Did I miss anything?”

Thankfully, Reepicheep answered. “Not at all, my Queen. We’re just revisiting the details of the voyage. I don’t think we should postpone it any more, my lords.”

I nodded. “Good. When do we leave, then?”

“Wait…” Caspian tried again.

“I believe the Dawn Treader is ready, so what’s stopping us?”

Lord Drinian, the captain of the first Narnian ship, spoke. “Well, His Majesty thought it better to wait until your health improved, my Queen.”

I glared at Caspian. “My health has been perfectly fine for the past week, Lord Drinian, thank you for your concern. Now I believe, as captain of the Narnian army, I have a say in this mission.”

“Of course, my Queen. And I can assure you, no decision will be made without your approval,” Reepicheep bowed his little head again, bless his heart. Yet the fact that a talking mouse seemed to care more about my word than my own husband did was something I wasn't enjoying at all.

“Then why wasn’t I informed about this meeting?”

Every head turned to Caspian after I fired the question. My blood was already boiling by that point. I didn’t want to place the blame on him, but, after all, he hadn’t even mentioned a meeting in the first place. 

Taking a breath to calm down, I continued. “Again, I appreciate the concern, but from now on, even if I’m on my deathbed, I should, no, I have to be informed about anything that involves my kingdom. I’m equally as useful out there as inside the castle.”

My eyes were glued on Caspian, who hadn’t moved his gaze off me. He could feel my anger, I was sure of that, and it was taking everything in me to not lash out completely in a room full of people. I didn’t want to give them another reason to think lowly of me as it was.

“Very well,” Caspian said at last, not without taking a big gulp at first. “Let’s begin, then.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” I closed the door to our suite with a loud bang.

Caspian flinched before me.

“I told you, I’m sorry!” he threw his hands up. “I don’t know how many times I’ve said that!”

“It’s not about what you said, Caspian, it’s about what you did! What you keep on doing, as a matter of fact!”

He lowered his voice, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do you understand how hard it is for me?” I yelled. I knew I was letting the anger on him, but I couldn’t seem to stop now. “How hard it is to wake up every day and try twice as much to be taken seriously?”

“What do you mean?”

I sighed. “I’m not a queen, Caspian. I’m a joke.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is! I told you how life was back in the days with the Pevensies! So many people in court wouldn’t hesitate to question my worth every time I took the wrong step. It took years to show everyone I was as capable as any other man. It didn’t even matter I was knighted by Aslan himself! And now?” I walked to the balcony, suddenly in desperate need of air. Despite the high ceilings of the room, I was suffocating. “Now, I know that everything I do is being scrutinized. I can’t afford to spend a day in bed because now I have an entire kingdom to look after. I can’t miss a meeting, I can’t miss a training session; I really can’t give anybody the chance to believe that I’m not worthy of being a queen.”

A single tear fell from my eyes, but Caspian brushed it away with delicate fingers. He put his hands on my shoulders, making me face him.

I didn’t want to look at him after that, but he raised my head with a finger, pinning his dark eyes on mine.

“You, are worthy of every beautiful thing in the world, my love. You have nothing to prove to anyone. I know what you’ve done and what you’re capable of, and I love you with every beat of my heart. And most importantly, you know what you’ve done and what you’re capable of. So what if you miss a few meetings? Or a mission? You are my queen, you are the queen of Narnia. Nothing’s gonna change that. And I wouldn’t have anyone else by my side, not even given the choice.”

More tears kept flowing from my eyes.

“Then why am I always this insecure?” I spoke, almost in a whisper. 

Caspian smiled softly. “Because you’re human. And you have emotions, and this is no easy job, and you’re right. I don’t know what life looks like for you, and I’m sorry for keeping you away from the chaos downstairs. I thought I was doing the right thing. Now I know that I can’t keep you locked away, no matter how afraid I am of something happening to you.”

“Is that why you did it?” I asked, putting my hands over his.

I intertwined our fingers together, a habit I quickly picked up after being married to him.

He nodded. “Do you know how I felt when I saw you lying there, pale and rigid?” He moved a strand of hair behind my ears, and his gaze turned slightly darker.

I shook my head. I remembered the feeling, the gnawing knowledge that my legs were giving out, and praying I wouldn’t fall too hard on my head.

“My whole world stopped. You weren’t moving. And nobody knew why. It was a scene I had already seen once at the How and I had made a promise to myself that you wouldn’t ever be in that situation again… And there you were, on the bed, five doctors surrounding you and not one of them could say what was wrong. And I don’t care that I didn’t move for a whole day, left my duties to someone else, and just sat by your side waiting for you to wake up.”

I was frozen in place. I didn’t even know what to feel anymore. All my anger suddenly dissipated, leaving longing, confusion, and guilt behind. I had been a bit too focused on my own discomfort that I hadn’t even thought about what Caspian had felt when it all happened. Even though I had been the one to drop dead in the middle of the courtyard, he had never left my side, going as far as making me breakfast despite not knowing a single thing about cooking. 

“I…” I began, but he cut me off again. He somehow always managed to read my mind.

“And hey, I know what you’re thinking. It’s not your fault, okay?” Caspian said. “I don’t want you to blame yourself. I should’ve asked you first about what you wanted. And there is no way that I’m leaving without you now. I need my right hand, and I need my wife. Luckily for me, you’re both.”

I smiled. A genuine smile for the first time in hours. “Wherever you go, I go.”

“Together,” Caspian affirmed.

I brought his face to mine and kissed him, properly. The last few days we had shared quick and almost timid kisses, usually on Caspian’s behalf, probably not to hurt me. And every single doubt, fear, and hesitation was thrown out the window when his arms embraced me fully, keeping me impossibly close to him. His beard tickled my face, and my fingers got lost in his mane, a little tamer and lighter than it had been at first. His fingers trailed the light wool patterns of the shirt I wore, and I swore at that moment that no matter what came at us, I was always going to fight for him, and for us. 

We pulled back at the same time, breathless and smiling.

“We leave at dawn, then.”

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[electrictorch]

imagine

inspired by: this peter pevensie x reader fanfic by @thegrxywitch

warnings: none.

aes: soft, tender, romantic

You've been in Narnia for a couple of years, now. You stand on a balcony of Cair Paravel, looking down at the beach where Aslan walked away last time you all saw him. Somehow peaceful times are coming, you think as the warm breeze gives away the upcoming spring. No wars for a while. That'd be nice.

What would England look like by this time? Has the war ended? It's not the first time you wonder about what is happening back where you came from, where once home was. It's true -- now Narnia is home, the place you have been growing up since you first stepped into the wardrobe, but the love you've grown for this kingdom does not completely shake off a natural curiosity. Normal questions loom in the distance, especially when you are alone.

You hear the sound of boots coming from behind you. No need to turn around -- you know very well who this is. You let a small sigh slip through your lips, unconsciously brushing the hair away from your face. "Narnia has never been so pretty," you say.

"You've never been prettier," he answered, standing next to you. You check him out from the corner of your eye. "You get prettier by the day," he adds, putting an arm around your shoulders.

There you stand for a while, eyes on the horizon, no need to say anything. Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen of Narnia. That is what you are. You're home.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Obvious - Peter Pevensie

Peter x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 807

Summary: Peter meets a girl in Narnia that might be part of his prophecy?

Authors Note: First ever Peter Pevensie Imagine and first ever Narnia imagine

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“The White Witch is coming. You all must work on your skills.” Aslan told the young Kings and Queens.

“Will you teach us?” Lucy asked walking closer to Aslan as they followed him to their tent.

“We all will young one. I do have someone in mind to teach you all different things.” Aslan answered Lucy with a heart felt chuckle.

“Who?” Susan asked once they stopped walking, wondering who the loin had in mind.

Aslan turned to face the children before answering the older girl. “She is skilled in everything you all will need to know, no matter the situation at hand.”

“A girl?” Edmund asked pulling a face and for that Peter smacked him upside the head.

“We would love to learn from her.” Peter smiled apologetically to Aslan on behalf of his brother.

“Agreed.” Lucy and Susan said at the same time also smiling.

“Yeah, whatever.” Edmund mumbled rubbing the back of his head.

Aslan gave a nod. “Then you’ll all start tomorrow. As for now, get some rest. You’ll all need it.”

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“I see you all are ready.” Aslan said as he approached the field he had them escorted to.

“We are.” Susan nodded, she was ready to learn.

“Good, Your teacher should be here soon.” Aslan stated before looking around to see her figure coming through the mountains. “An there she is.”

A girl around Peter and Susan’s age came down the hill on a beautiful black stallion. As she got closer her features became more apparent and Peter, well Susan had to nudge him to close his mouth.

“Hey, I hope you all weren’t waiting to long.” Y/n smiled sheepishly as she dismounted her horse.

“Nonsense, Y/n.” Aslan smiled at the young warrior. He had known her, her entire life. Seeing the girl always brought a smile to his face. He knew she was the perfect one for this. “Y/n this is Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and Peter.”

Y/n smiled giving a gentle wave. “Nice to meet you all.”

“Children this is Y/n. She’ll be the one teaching you all.” Aslan explained as he also introduced them.

“Its nice to meet you.” Susan spoke up since Peter couldn’t stop staring. She reached out and the to shake hands.

“Likewise your majesty.” Y/n smiled.

“Please just call us by our names.” Lucy smiled at the older girl, enjoying the energy she let off.

“Yes, please.” Susan nodded in agreement with Lucy’s statement.

“As you wish.” Y/n nodded agreeing to what they had asked. “Shall we get started?”

With that Y/n started showing them different things. Such as knife throwing, basic field first aid, archery, and now sword fighting.

“You should introduce yourself personally.” Susan suggested to Peter as she walked over to stand next to him. The two watched Y/n teach Lucy ways for her to use a sword at her weight and height disadvantage.

“Should I?” Peter genuinely asked.

Susan nodded smiling at him, she had never seen Peter so into a girl before. “You like her. I can tell. Hell, it’s obvious Peter.”

“That obvious?” Peter grimaced smiling shyly.

“Yes. But it seems she is oblivious to it.” Susan nodded towards the Y/h/c-ed girl a few feet in front of them. “Go for it.”

Once the two siblings were done talking they noticed it was Peter’s turn now that Lucy was done. How convenient.

“Hey, Peter right?” Y/n asked smiling up at the blonde as he approached her for his turn.

“Yeah. Y/n right?” Peter smiled nodding at her. He noticed that he had done a lot of smiling around her today.

“Yeah.” Y/n let out a light laugh at the boy's words. How they mimicked her own. Y/n looked up at Peter with a smile. “You ready Peter?”

“Absolutely.” He nodded pulling out his sword.

“They’d be cute together.” Lucy giggled nudging Susan whose face matched Lucy’s.

“They would be.” Susan agreed

Aslan chuckled deeply standing next to the young women.

“What's so funny?” Lucy asked Aslan smiling mischievously at the loin.

Alsan smiled over at the two and they could tell he knew a lot more than he let on. “There are many prophecies for the daughters of Eve and the sons of Adam.”

Susan squinted her eyes before asking. “Are you saying that who we end up with is also prophesized?”

Aslan nodded with a hum. “Part’s of them, yes.”

“So are Y/n and Peter?” Lucy wondered out loud smiling over towards Peter and Y/n’s direction.

“Yes young one, they are. But let’s keep that between us for now.” He gave Lucy and Susan a knowing look. The girls couldn’t help but smile at eachother. They wouldn’t tell their brother but they couldn’t wait to watch their love story play out.

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[fandomgirlz01]

Forever Yours Pt. 9

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Ko-fi

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You can listen to the story be read out loud here. {coming soon}

Post Date: June 3rd 2023

Post Time: 3:18 AM

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,295 

Summary:  The Pevensie children and their lifelong childhood friend get sent away from home to be safe from the blitz. Soon the five find themselves on a life changing journey that takes many different twists and turns. What will happen to the five on their journey? Will they all learn valuable lessons? What will come of their journey together?

Peter’s Pov: 

“Well, are you ready to get up, y/n/n?” I ask her, but she doesn’t reply. 

Confused, I pull her off of my shoulder to see her eyes are closed with no sign of movement at all. I quickly lay her in my lap before trying to figure out what’s wrong. Just as I pull my hand off her waist, I notice blood on my hand and I feel sick. 

“Lucy!” I yell out to my little sister and she turns around with confusion clearly written on her face. 

“What is it, Peter?” she shouts back with her hands on her hips. 

“Quick! Y/n’s hurt too!” I shout and her face falls before rushing over to us. 

“What happened?” she questions as she bends down to y/n. 

“I don’t know. One minute she was just leaning against me and the next she wasn’t replying,” I panickedly explain, staring at the blood on my hand as Lucy pours a few drops into y/n’s mouth. 

“There. That should help,” Lucy promises with a nod before she stands back up and Aslan strides over to stand next to her. 

“As it should. It is not yet her time,” Aslan says, nodding his head in agreement with Lucy’s statement.

“Let me know when she wakes up. I want a hug from her too,” Lucy informs with a grin before rushes back over to the others. 

Aslan looks at me with sympathy in his eyes before giving a light nod and bow of his head. He smiles softly at me, giving me a calming feeling before strolling over to the rest. 

I hold y/n close as I wait maybe two or three more minutes before she gasps and her eyes slowly blink open. Letting out a sigh of relief, I pull her up into a seated position before pulling her onto my lap so I can hold her as close to me as I physically can. 

“Oh, thank Aslan. I was scared there for a minute,” I tell her as I hold her head softly to my shoulder before giving the side of her forehead a kiss. 

“I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean to,” she whispers quietly against my shoulder. 

“Next time you're hurt, please just tell me,” I practically beg her, my voice cracking ever so slightly and she nods. 

“Deal. I’m sorry, I was just so focused on Edmund,” she explains to me and I grin as I pull back to look at her. 

“I believe I owe my Queen a kiss,” I coyly state with a smirk as I wiggle my eyebrows and she giggles, shaking her head. 

“I believe you do…” she agrees with me, nodding her head and I grin. 

It feels like time slows down as we both lean towards one another. I tilt my head ever so slightly and before I know it, our lips are connecting in a sweet, passionate kiss. Her kiss feels like coming home, all soft and pillowy like sweet silk against mine. 

I can feel her playing with my hair as our noses brush ever so slightly and a warm feeling spreads through me. It’s at that moment that I decide that she will be the only person I ever kiss again and that hers is my favorite by far. The kiss continues for what seems like forever, but I smile against her lips as it feels like it’s only me and her in this field. 

All too soon, though, I find myself slightly frowning as she pulls away for air and I find myself chasing her lips, wanting them back on my own. She lets out a light giggle, the air of her breath fanning my face before she leaves one last kiss on my lips. I quickly pull her a little closer, not wanting this to end, and rub my nose against hers, making her giggle. She puts her forehead to mine and smiles down at me as I smile up at her. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for… a really long time…” I breathily explain and she smiles even bigger (if that’s even possible) as she continues to play with the hair on the nip of my neck. 

“You’re not the only one…” she tells me with a small smirk and I chuckle. 

“Ok. No more dilly-dallying, you two. Come on, we’ve got lots more work to do,” Susan speaks up from behind me, making me turn to look at her and she’s smiling with her hands on her hips. 

“Well? Are you ready to get up?” I ask y/n with a raised eyebrow and she nods. 

“Good. Here, I’ll help you,” I comment as I start to stand up, pulling her with me lightly. 

~Time Skip~

We all helped the casualties for about an hour, and by the time we’re done, everyone seems dead on their feet. Once all our casualties are up and moving around with the exception of quite a few that we couldn’t help, we all decide to eat. After a satisfying meal, the sun is almost setting and Aslan stands up on the same hill we talked on before the war. 

When I finish eating, I look at my siblings and y/n, who are all laughing at something Edmund had said. I smile softly before getting up from my spot and walking over to Aslan. 

“So what do we do now?” I ask him and he chuckles as he watches over the camp. 

“Now you and your family will be crowned kings and queens. Come morning, we’ll all head east and when we get to Cair Paravel, you will have your coronation,” Aslan explains and I shake my head in disbelief. 

“I still can’t believe this has all happened. It happened so quickly that it feels as if it’s all been a dream,” I tell him and he smiles, amused. 

“I’m sure the others feel the same way,” he tells me as he turns to look at them laughing. 

“Oh, they very likely do. I just feel so…” I pause, trying to think of the word. 

“Mighty…” Aslan fills in for me as if reading my thoughts. I nod before sitting down on the grassy hill to look out over the camp one last time. 

“As you should. Peter, you did what some could never imagine doing,” Aslan starts as he puts a paw on my shoulder. 

“You led an army to victory. That’s one of the most noble, mightiest things that can be done, my boy. Enjoy the peace and happiness that comes after it,” Aslan tells me as he sits beside me and I nod in agreement as I turn to look at my family once again. 

“Thank you for this opportunity,” I tell him as I turn back to look out over the camp and he nods at me. 

“You needed it to learn from. Now, go be with your family. Enjoy the love and joy that is present,” he almost demands and I chuckle, smiling as I get up off the ground to stand. 

“I will. Again, thank you Aslan, thank you so much,” I say and he shakes his head before using his paw to wave me off, making me chuckle. 

I walk back down the hill and over to my family. Lucy comes running up to me and I catch her, picking her up before spinning around. Together we laugh before I set her back down and she grins up at me before turning back around to look at y/n as she too walks up to us. 

“Y/n, can you believe it? We did it! We saved Mr. Tumnus, just like you said we would along with the whole land of Narnia,” Lucy excitedly exclaims as y/n stops next to us with a big smile on her face. 

“That we did, Lu,” y/n agrees with a big smile as she hugs my little sister. 

“I’m just so happy,” Lucy tells us as she pulls back from their hug. 

“I’m glad you're happy, Luc. It’s getting dark though, maybe you should head to bed. Aslan told me we have a long journey in the morning,” I speak up and she playfully pouts. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” Lucy groans playfully, rolling her eyes and y/n giggles. 

“You don’t wanna be knackered tomorrow, do you?” Y/n asks and Lucy puts her hands on her hips. 

“Well, no, but sleep feels so far away right now,” Lucy argues and y/n smiles softly. 

“Well why don’t you just try, ladybug? You might surprise yourself. Maybe you're actually more knackered than you feel,” y/n explains and Lucy takes a moment as if she’s thinking about it. 

“Oh… all right. I assume you’ll be staying with Pete again?” Lucy asks with a raised eyebrow and y/n lets out a loud laugh. 

“Yes. Little firefly, you’d be right,” y/n tells her as she reaches out and pulls her into a hug. 

“Oh, all right. Goodnight then, sleep very well,” Lucy tells her as she pulls away and y/n giggles before reaching forward to mess up Lucy’s hair. 

“You too, ladybug. Don’t let the bedbugs bite you, you hear me?” Y/n jokes softly and Lucy giggles too.  

“I promise,” Lucy nods in affirmation, joking right back. 

“That’s what I like to hear. Rest easy, sweet girl,” y/n tells Lucy as she smiles at her. 

Lucy smiles at y/n one last time before looking up at me. She comes over to me with a playful smile and I let out an “oooff,” as she slams into my stomach, almost knocking me over.

I wrap my arms around her and lift her up. She giggles as she hugs onto me a little tighter. 

“Goodnight, Petey. I love you,” she whispers into my ear and I hug her a little closer to me. 

“Goodnight Luc, I love you too. So much,” I tell my little sister softly and smile as I set her back on the ground. 

“Oh, Susan! You ready for bed?!” Lucy shouts as she turns and runs back over to Susan and Edmund. 

“I suppose I am. Come on, then,” Susan agrees as she gets up from where she’d been sitting. 

“Goodnight, you two. Sleep well,” she shouts over to us and y/n grins. 

“Goodnight, Susan! You too,” y/n tells her before she’s turning, tucking into my side as Susan and Lucy walk off to their tent. 

“You comin’, Ed?” I ask as I look at my younger brother and he nods before getting up. 

We wait for him for a moment before he’s jogging over to us. Once he comes up next to us, we start walking to our tent. Edmund runs ahead of us and disappears into the tent and y/n giggles. 

“I’m glad it all worked out, Pete. We’re all happier than we have been in a long while,” y/n speaks softly as she cuddles into my side as we walk. 

“I am, too. It feels good to all be on the same page with no fights. It’s been a while since we’ve all been happy to just be together,” I agree with her and she stops us from walking. 

“I love you, you know that?” she says as she looks up at me and runs her arms up my chest till they’re around my neck. 

“I do now. I love you, too,” I tell her with a grin as I grab her hips and she smiles softly again. 

I smile back at her before leaning towards her and she reaches up on her toes to lean up to me. I let out a breathy laugh as she gives me a confused look as I put my forehead to hers. 

“Pete! You wanker! You just totally ruined the mood,” she playfully scolds and I laugh again. 

“I’m sorry, love! But you don’t have to reach up to me!” I tell her as I try to hold back my laughter. 

“Pete, I kinda do. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m a little shorter than you,” she rolls her eyes and I chuckle again. 

“Well it’s a good thing that I can bend to you. You don’t have to reach up,” I tell her and she slowly grins, shaking her head. 

“And you ruined the moment for that?! You ninny!!” she giggles as she playfully slaps my chest and I chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, love! I couldn’t help it!” I defend myself and she only laughs a little harder. 

“Ok. Ok. Can you kiss me now and not ruin the moment?” she asks as she suddenly sobers up from laughing and grows serious. 

“Oh, of course. I’m so sorry, my Queen,” I playfully tell her with a smirk and she shakes her head at me again. 

Slowly, I lean towards her and soon our lips are touching for the second time today. This one is much different from the first. The first one was a little rushed, but this one is slower, almost like we’re both trying to savor it, and I suppose maybe I am. 

Her lips are still soft and pillowy against mine, making me deepen the kiss ever so slightly. I can feel her smiling as she brings her hands up to my head, but instead of brushing through my hair with her fingers, she grips onto it. The warm feeling from earlier comes back as our noses brush together again. 

“Oi, would you two stop snogging and come to bed already?!” Edmund asks us from the flap of the tent, making us reluctantly pull away from one another, but I keep my forehead to hers. 

“Yeah. Yeah. We’ll be there in a bit,” I reply with a roll of my eyes before looking back at y/n. 

“Better be,” he jokingly pretends to be all authoritative with his arms crossed over his chest. 

He shakes his head in a jokeful disappointment and gives a small ‘tsk, tsk,’ before walking back into the tent. It’s quiet for a moment and I take the opportunity to press my lips back to hers. She pulls away and giggles when my lips chase hers, much like they did earlier. 

“Pete, as much as I am loving this little kiss session, Ed’s right. We should get to bed,” she breathlessly tells me and I can feel it fan over my face. 

I sigh and press my forehead to hers again with a light frown. She smiles at me and my heart flips as I smile back. 

“I could kiss you all day, ya know?” I tell her as I pull back and push a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“And I could kiss you all day too. Although now you can kiss me whenever you want and I promise I’ll always kiss back. But again, Ed’s right, we need to go to sleep,” she tells me as I put my forehead to hers again. She smiles softly as she plays with my hair, making me sigh. 

“Ok. Let’s go…” I hesitantly agree and she laughs. 

“Come on. I’m not leaving your side. I’ll be by you all night,” she tells me as she pulls away and starts to pull me along with her as she walks to the tent. 

She leads me over to the tent and she pulls up the flap before ducking under it. I follow her and once inside, she lets go of my hand for a moment. She walks over to the chest by the privacy screen, smiling softly at Edmund on her way and opens it. 

She pulls out some clothes and goes behind the privacy screen to change. I smile softly and shake my head in disbelief as I start to take off the rest of my armor. 

“It's nice to see you guys finally together,” Edmund speaks up and I turn around to look at him. 

“You think so?” I ask him with an arched eyebrow and he nods. 

“Don’t be such a muppet, Pete. I’ve always known you two were made for each other, even when you yourselves didn’t know. I think everyone with eyes bloody knew, actually,” he tells me with a playful roll of his eyes and I smile softly at him. 

“Thanks. That means a lot, Ed,” I tell him and he nods before turning over. 

“Now enough with the sap. I’m knackered. Sleep well, you two,” he tells us just as y/n walks out from behind the privacy screen with a soft smile. 

“Goodnight, Ed. You sleep well, too,” she tells him as she pulls back the covers of the bed. 

“Well, are you changing or just sleeping in that?” she asks me as she motions to the under clothes from under my armor. 

“I’m too knackered to change. Think I’ll just sleep in this,” I tell her as I crawl into the bed behind her and she smiles, nodding as she cuddles into me. 

“I told you he was a good boy,” she whispers tiredly and I smile softly at her. 

“That you did love. That you did,” I tell her and she just gives a quiet giggle in response. 

“I love you, Pete,” she mutters and I smile again before leaving a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” I parrot her softly right in her ear as I pull her even closer and hold her to me. 

“That tickles, you git,” she tells me though light giggles and I smile a tired smile. 

“Well, get used to it,” I tell her with a tired, but very cheeky smile and she scoffs. 

“Go to sleep you wanker,” she says and I chuckle lightly. 

Slowly, sleep starts to over take me as warmth radiates between us and I fall into a peaceful sleep as I hold her to me. The dream I have is a good one this time, with no signs of the old bad dream I used to have about losing her, but all of a sudden the dream is coming to an end as I am woken up. I blink my eyes open before rubbing at them with my right hand and then letting my eyes adjust to being open again. 

They sting for a moment, so I blink them before looking around in confusion. It’s only then do I realize it’s still dark out and confusion only takes over more. I look over at Ed, but he’s gone from his bed and worry takes over. 

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when there’s a small whimper to my left and I immediately figure out what woke me as y/n’s face contorts. I turn in alarm as I hear the tent flap move, but relax when I see it’s only Edmund. 

“Edmund, you git, where were you?” I ask him in a hushed whisper and he smiles shyly at me. 

“I heard y/n whimpering and knew it’d wake you. I knew you’d take care of her, but I want to help in some way… so I went and got her some water,” he tells me as he holds up a cup and I smile softly at him, my anger melting away. 

“Thank you, Ed. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it,” I tell him and he smiles shyly at me as he shrugs. 

“Peter! No!” Y/n screams out and I quickly turn back to her. 

“Shhh. It’s ok, darling. I’m right here. It’s just a bad dream,” I whisper out as I put my hand on her cheek and rub it softly. 

She starts to cry and I wipe the tears as her eyes slowly open. She looks up at me and I smile down at her as she blinks at me. 

“Peter…? What…? But you were just…” she asks in confusion and I shake my head. 

“I’m ok. I’m right here. It was just a bad, bad dream,” I tell her softly and she hiccups before nodding in realization. 

“It’s always so real…” she whispers out before she starts to sob. 

“Oh, honey. Shh. It’s ok. I’ve got you,” I coo as I pull her head to my shoulder and hold it there. 

“I just want this dream to go away, Pete. I never want it to come to pass. It’s just so scary,” she mutters into my neck and I nod. 

“I know, love. I know how you feel. We can’t know what’ll happen. Until then, let’s just live life together, yeah?” I ask her as I pull her back so I can look at her. 

“Ok… yeah. I think I can do that,” she nods and I smile softly at her. 

“Do you want some water? Edmund has some for you,” I tell her and she looks up at him over my shoulder. 

“Oh gosh. Edmund, I’m so sorry if I woke you,” she immediately apologizes to him and he shakes his head as he puts his hand up in surrender. 

“Don’t be as daft as a bush, y/n. It’s ok. Really. I uhh… understand you now,” Edmund tells her and she smiles sympathetically at him as he takes a step forward to hand her the cup. 

She takes it from him with a soft, thankful smile and he smiles nonchalantly back with a light shrug. I watch her as she takes a drink of it before pulling the cup away from her lips to look at me. 

“He’s really turned around,” she whispers to me as he lays down with his back turned to us. 

“I suppose he has, hasn’t he? Makes me proud,” I tell her and she smiles nodding. 

“I know he fights you a lot, can be a bit of a ninny sometimes, but he really does just need your love and support,” she tells me before going back to drink a little more and I purse my lips. 

“Yeah. I see it now. I’m sorry I haven’t. You’ve been trying to tell me and I wasn’t listening when I should have. I’ve been a real tosser, haven’t I?” I apologize with a small frown and she leans over to put the cup on the small table to her left. 

“Oh, the biggest…” she jokes with a playful roll of her eyes before becoming serious again. 

“No, you really haven’t. It’s ok, Pete. It’s what pride does. I’m just glad you're listening now. He needs his big brother. Where you had your father, he doesn’t,” she tells me softly as she reaches up to my cheek and strokes it softly. 

“I know. I just want him to be better than me. I know he can be, so I push hard especially when I don’t need to,” I try to explain as I burrow my cheek a little into her hand, making her smile a knowing smile. 

“And he will be. He’s just like you, a little too headstrong for his own good, but it’s a really good quality, Pete. He’ll figure it out, just give him the guidance he needs,” she encourages me and I close my eyes as I let out a light chuckle. 

“Aslan was right. You are my voice of reason and you always have been,” I observe as I put my forehead to hers again. 

“And I always will be, Pete, as you are mine,” she says softly and I can’t help but smile, shaking my head. 

“Ok. Think you're ready to sleep again now?” I ask her before leaving a light peck on her lips and she nods slowly as sleep starts to take over again. 

“G’night, Pete. I love you,” she mumbles and I smile as I lay us back down with her cuddling into my side more so than before. 

“Goodnight, my queen. I love you too,” I whisper out as I leave a kiss on her forehead for the second time tonight. 

Once her breath evens out, I turn ever so slightly to look at Edmund, who’s back rises and falls ever so slightly. I smile before turning back around and cuddling in a little closer again. Soon, sleep overtakes me as my eyes close little by little. 

When I wake up again, it’s now morning and I smile down at y/n, who’s still asleep. She shivers ever so slightly and I chuckle quietly before reaching over her to pull the cover farther up her arm. I also pull her closer and make sure the blanket is still tucked under her chin. 

When I’m sure she’s warm enough, I turn my neck to look over at Edmund, who also still sleeps. I smile softly once more before cuddling y/n close as I close my eyes. I drift in and out of sleep for a while before a voice speaks up. 

“Rise and shine, my princess and princes. It is time to prepare to head east towards home,” a faun tells us as she steps into the tent. 

“Very well. Thank you for waking us,” I tell her and she bows slightly before leaving once more. 

We all slowly make work of getting up from bed and getting dressed. Once we're ready, we walk out of our tent just as Susan and Lucy walk out of theirs. When Lucy looks up and sees us, she perks up before running over to y/n. 

“Good morning, y/n. How did you sleep?” Lucy asks as she hugs y/n and looks up at her. 

“I could have slept a little better than I did, but in the end I slept well. How’d you sleep, bug?” Y/n asks her as she strokes her hair lightly before pulling back from the hug. 

“I slept very well,” Lucy tells her with a grin as well as a firm nod. 

“Good. I’m glad you slept well,” y/n replies with a smile. 

“Good morning, y/n, good morning Pete, good morning Ed,” Susan greets us as she now walks up to us. 

“Good morning,” we all chime in. 

“Wow, no ‘is it?’ from you, Edmund?” Susan jokes about how he used to reply with a sarcastic ‘is it?’ Or ‘is it really?’ Instead of an actual good morning, he gives her a snicker. 

“Haha, yeah, yeah. Let’s make fun of Ed, why don’t we?” he sarcastically asks with a roll of his eyes. 

“Pardon me, Your Highnesses, but breakfast is ready. We have your Little Rock set up for you just as we did before,” the same faun that had woken us tells us and we all nod. 

“You may leave and eat your breakfast. I’m sure we know the way ourselves,” I tell the faun and she nods gratefully before bowing. 

“I shall go then, but if you shall need help of any kind just let one of us know,” she tells us as she stands from her bow and we all nod before she turns to start walking away. 

“Wait,” y/n calls out as she reaches for the faun’s arm and gently pulls her so she’s facing her. 

“Yes, your highness?” The faun asks y/n as she looks at her. 

“Where is Oarmia? I haven’t seen her and I’m worried about her,” y/n questions and the faun frowns. 

“Your highness, she’s holed up in her tent. She’s refused to leave,” the faun sadly informs and y/n frowns. 

“Why?” Y/n asks again and the faun sighs. 

“She’s been in there for a while. When we told her about her father, she broke… he was all she had left,” the faun explains and y/n gasps. 

“Take me to her,” y/n tells the faun, who now looks shocked. 

“But your highness, your food?” she asks and y/n waves her hand in dismissal. 

“My food can wait. My friend is hurting. I wish to comfort her,” y/n tells her and I’m in awe of her sweet self as the faun nods before y/n turns to me. 

“I’ll be there in a minute, ok?” she tells me and I nod, giving her a small smile. 

“You go. I’ll make sure Ed doesn’t eat all your food,” I joke and Ed shouts out a ‘hey!’ as y/n giggles. 

“Ok. Thank you. I love you,” she tells me and I nod at her. 

“I love you too,” I tell her softly before she walks off with the faun, who leads her to Oarmia’s tent. 

For a moment, we all watch until y/n and the faun disappears around a corner. I turn to the others and start to push them lightly the way we have to go for breakfast. 

“Come on, guys. Let’s go eat, y/n’ll catch up to us when she can,” I tell them as I beckon them over to our rock. 

Once at the rock, we each sit down and start to eat. About halfway through eating, y/n shows up at our little table. 

“How is she?” Lucy asks and y/n frowns. 

“She’s not doing so well. It’s understandable, really, she lost the only family she had left, but I wish I could help her in some way,” y/n tells us as she sits down next to me and I put an arm around her. 

“I’m sure you just being there and listening to her helps, love,” I inform her before leaving a kiss on her cheek. 

“For once I actually agree with Peter. Just be there for her and let her know you understand her pain,” Edmund tells her before he takes a bite of his last bit of bread. 

“I guess you guys are right. It’s just so sad to see how heartbroken she is. She does have a brother, but she doesn’t even know where he is right now. She wants to find him, but is scared to because she only knows so much of him. He left home when she was only eight to learn his fathers triad,” y/n explains and Edmund smiles a little bit. 

“See, she’s already opened up to you. All you can do now is be there for her,” Edmund tells her and she nods, smiling softly at him. 

“Yeah. It’s not that hard, y/n. Look at how we’ve been by your side,” Lucy adds on and y/n smiles even more. 

“You’re so very right, Lu, you all were there when I thought I had nobody else. Thank you, all of you. Truly, I love you guys like my own family,” she tells us and we all grin at her. 

“You are family, y/n. Always have been and always will be,” Susan chimes in and y/n smiles. 

“You're all right. I’ll just be her shoulder as well as help her look for her brother shall she want to,” y/n tells us with a huge smile. 

“Very well, that can wait for now though. Eat, we have a long journey in a few hours. You should have some food in your stomach,” I practically command y/n to eat and it pulls a giggle out of her. 

“Ever the one to take care of me. Thank you, Pete,” she tells me before leaning over and leaving a kiss on my cheek. 

“Of course I’ll take care of you. I’d take care of all of you in a heartbeat, love,” I reply and she nods, smiling. 

“We all know you would,” she promises me softly before starting to eat. 

Soon we all finish eating and stand up. Together alongside all the narnians, we help start packing up. Once everything is packed and ready for the journey ahead, we all start to head out of where camp once was. 

To Be Continued…

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Bruises, Part 18 ~ Peter Pevensie

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Peter didn’t even have time to raise his arms before the dryad body-slammed him. He reeled backwards, colliding with me and bringing us both down to the ground. 

The weight of Peter’s body on mine disappeared the moment after it appeared as Peter leapt to his feet. “Let’s talk about this!” he sternly told the dryad, but she just swiped at him, sending him careening off in the direction of the fire. He barely managed to twist to avoid the flames. I didn’t have time to be relieved, for the dryad fixed her glassy gaze on me. 

Pushing myself to my feet, I held out my hands, trying to show I was unarmed. The silver bracelet around my wrist caught the light, reminding me of just how unarmed I really was. 

The dryad lifted her arms, and I leapt back, trying to stay out of her reach. 

As disoriented as the dryad was, she had no right being as fast as she was.

Quick as lightning, she lashed out, and the sheer force of her attack launched me backwards, straight into the boulder Peter’d been leaning against. 

I dropped to the ground, gasping, trying to breathe, but the hit left me stunned. Dazed, I pulled my head up to see the dryad looming over me, reaching out to grab me. I tried to scoot away, but there was nowhere for me to go. Pressing my back against the rock, I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the blow. 

“Leave her alone!”

My eyes flew open in time to see the dryad swivel towards Peter, who was standing his ground, a fallen tree branch in his hand. 

She advanced on Peter. He swung the tree branch. Clearly, the dryad’s mind wasn’t sound, because she didn’t even try to block the blow before it hit her torso.

The dryad stumbled, but quickly regained her footing. 

I jumped to my feet, looking around for a weapon of some kind but there was nothing that would make a dent. Then my eyes fell upon the bracelet around my wrist. 

My magic was the only weapon I had, and I’d shackled it earlier with no way of getting the bracelet off without Tolna’s help. 

I looked up to see Peter try to hit the dryad again, but she easily grabbed the branch, gripping it so tightly that it snapped. Peter’s eyes went wide just before the dryad shoved him. He slammed into the grass, twisting to look up at her. 

All I could do was scream as she brought her foot down on Peter’s sword arm.

The sickening sound of bone snapping reached my ears, and Peter crumbled, cradling the limb. I didn’t have to be close to know that his arm was broken. 

I ran towards him, but the dryad saw me coming and delivered a strike to my stomach, forcing me backwards again. I landed on the grass, coming face to face with the fire that still burned, the heat like a blow to the face. 

The heat…

I turned to the fire, knowing what I needed to do next. 

Before I could second guess my plan, I thrust my left wrist into the fire. 

A scream tore through my lips as the flames licked my skin. I thought I heard Peter scream my name, but I couldn’t tell, not when blood was rushing in my ears. 

My body wasn’t unfamiliar with pain, but this was raging, scorching, boiling pain. 

I yanked my arm out of the flames, tears pouring down my face as I gripped my wrist with my other hand. Blisters had already formed, patches of white among the angry red of my skin. 

But in the middle of the blisters lay the bracelet. 

With a small crack running through it. 

It was working.

I looked back to Peter, who grabbed a pebble with his uninjured arm and tossed it towards the dryad. It hit with a feeble thump and fell to the grass. The dryad stared at the pebble confusedly, momentarily distracted. She wouldn’t be distracted for long. 

I steeled myself, throwing my arm back into the flames. 

The pain grew stronger, and my whole body shook with its reverberations. Through eyes filled with tears, I glanced behind me. Peter lay with his back against a tree, looking pale as the dryad raised her arms, clearly preparing to crush Peter into the ground. 

I didn’t need to look at my burning wrist to know the bracelet was still on. Peter looked at me, and from his expression, I knew. He was saying goodbye. 

“No!” I screamed. But I was too far away to do anything except watch. 

Just as the dryad started bringing her arms down, I felt the bracelet break. 

The magic rushed back so quickly, my vision swam before turning red. There was no thinking, no conscious decision, no finesse whatsoever. There was only fear, and the resulting surge of magic that left my fingertips. 

I heard a cry before my vision cleared in time to see the dryad reel backwards and fall to her knees. 

Not wasting the moment, I hurled forward, planting myself in between the dryad and Peter. Behind me, Peter tried to say something, but his voice was too strained for me to hear it. I extended my vibrating hands towards the dryad, preparing to land the next blow. 

But the dryad didn’t attack again. 

I didn’t move, wondering if the dryad had enough wits about her to play dead. The skin of my left wrist was burning, but the adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream allowed me to ignore it, keeping myself primed for action as I glared at the dryad. 

Then I noticed the red streaks on her body start to fade, leaving only brown and green behind. When the dryad lifted her head, her eyes were clear. “Wha-what’s happening?” she asked, bringing a hand to her head. 

“You healed her.” 

A dripping King Edmund stood on the other side of the clearing, staring at the dryad with a stunned expression. He turned his wide eyes on me. “How did you heal her?”

His presence was about the last thing I expected, but I pushed all my own questions aside. “I-I don’t know, I just blasted her with my magic, and she came to!”

King Edmund came closer, his eyes fixed on the dryad. “Do you know who you are?” he asked her, kneeling beside her. 

“I’m…uh, my name is Briersis.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “What’s going on?” King Edmund started to talk to her, using soothing words, but I ignored them, turning towards Peter. 

“Are you okay?” I asked, kneeling beside him, taking great care to keep my burnt arm from brushing against anything. 

Peter’s face was alarmingly pale, and his jaw was clenched. “I’m good, I’m alright.” He looked at my arm. “Y/N, your arm–”

“I’m fine,” I said. 

“Neither of you are fine,” King Edmund said, coming up behind us. “Pete, we gotta get that arm set.”

“What are you even doing here?” I asked King Edmund. 

“Magdrul sent me.” King Edmund lifted the sleeve of Peter’s injured arm, causing Peter to suck a breath in through his teeth. “He was worried it was a trap, and he knew I was the one who could come without getting in trouble.” 

The obvious deformity of Peter’s arm made my stomach churn. It had to be hurting greatly, and yet Peter’s eyes were resting on my injury instead of his. “Why’d you do that?” he asked.

I blinked at him, unsure as to why I didn’t want to explain the bracelet. “Um…Gonin put a bracelet on me to inhibit my magic. One of the hags took it off when I got to the castle, but when I came to meet you…”

“...you wanted to inhibit your magic,” Peter finished, understanding dawning in his face. “Because of me.”

Neither of us spoke any further. I was sure there was as much pain reflecting in my eyes as there was in Peter’s. 

“Y?N,” King Edmund cut in, startling me, “can you try use your magic to heal Pete?”

I instinctively drew my hands to my chest, shaking my head as the image of my magic blasting the flower woman ran through my mind. “I’m more likely to hurt him than to help him.”

King Edmund frowned, but he didn’t push. “Then we have to get you both to safety.” 

Safety. 

“But…” I looked at the dark-haired king, “Peter can’t swim back to the witch’s castle with only one working arm.”

“And Y/N doesn’t want to come back to the Narnian camp with me,” Peter said. 

Peter and I locked eyes, the solution becoming obvious. 

We had to separate. 

King Edmund nudged me. “Go back to the castle.”

I looked helplessly at him. “But…but…”

“I’ve got him, I’ll take him back to the Narnian camp.”

“But–”

“Go.” He gave me a gentle push. “I’ll take Briersis with me, and we’ll tell everyone what happened.”

I looked back to Peter. ““I can’t leave you,” I breathed. “I can’t, not now.”

Peter’s eyes shone with emotion, and I knew he felt the same as I did. “We’ll stay here,” he said stubbornly. “We’re not going to go back.” He shifted to sit up, and a wince broke through. 

King Edmund rested a hand on my arm. “He needs help, Y/N. You gotta go back.”

“No!” Peter cried, his face tight with pain. 

I looked between the two kings, my heart splintering. Peter and I hadn’t decided anything, we hadn’t reached a peace. If I left now, I wouldn’t see him again before the second meeting tomorrow. What if he was still of the same mind? What if he still wanted to lock up or kill the witch’s army? Then this whole evening would’ve been for naught. 

But he needed help. He couldn’t stay here. 

“You’ll take care of him?” I asked King Edmund. It was a silly question to ask, but I needed to hear it. 

King Edmund nodded. “He’ll be okay.”

“No, Y/N, don’t!” 

I turned back to Peter, lifting my uninjured hand to cup his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Peter grabbed my hand, holding me tight, but I stood, breaking out of his grasp. 

“Don’t take too long getting back,” King Edmund said, hoisting his brother to his feet. A pained groan broke through Peter’s lips as King Edmund wasted no time in dragging him off into the forest. 

Peter twisted to look over his shoulder at me, but I immediately turned away, heading for the water. 

The returning swim was so much worse than the first one. My whole body ached from the exertion and the trauma. The water should’ve felt like a balm on my mangled wrist, but instead the freezing water only made the agony sharper. I couldn’t tell if the water in my eyes were tears or water from the lake, but either way, I swam blindly for the castle. 

By the time I reached the rope, I was almost too tired to keep my head above the water. 

“My lady?” Magdrul called. “Is that you?”

“I can’t climb,” I tried to shout back, but the words were far too hoarse to reach Magdrul’s ears. “Help!” I tried to call, but the word was just a squeak. 

“Hold on!” 

I obeyed, clutching the rope with my uninjured hand. But even my grip grew weaker and weaker. 

I leaned my head against the stone of the castle. 

I’d failed. I’d snuck out and confronted Peter, and nothing had changed before the dryad showed up. I’d tried so hard to save the army, and I’d only succeeded in fighting with Peter and getting both of us injured. 

“Y/N?” Adonis’s voice called. “If you’re there, wrap the rope around the bottom of your foot so we can pull you up.”

My muscles refused to move. The cold surrounding me weighed me down, pulling me towards the bottom of the lake. I didn’t know how much longer I could manage to keep myself afloat. 

“Y/N?” Adonis called again. 

“Please!” Magdrul called down, desperation seeding his words. “Please just do it!”

I tried to move the rope, but only a finger twitched. I tried again, and my hand managed a weak squeeze. I tried a third time, and my hand managed to create a loop in the rope. 

I sluggishly fit my foot through it just before the rope was pulled taut. 

Before I knew it, I was being pulled up through the air. 

In no time at all, two arms wrapped around me, pulling me up and over the railing of the balcony. 

“Y/N,” Adonis said with relief. 

The sound of his voice was too much. A few tears escaped, feeling warm against the cold skin of my cheeks. I shut my eyes, wrapping my arms around myself. 

“Adonis,” Magdrul said quietly, “look at her hand.” 

At his words, I self-consciously shifted my burnt hand and then groaned as a flare of pain shot up my arm. 

“Get Tolna,” Adonis said sharply. “I’ll bring her to her room.” 

Magdrul took off running, and suddenly I was scooped up into the air again. I remained limp, my head spinning. It felt as if the lights and sounds around me were coming from very far away. 

The only thing solid were the warm arms surrounding me. 

“Peter?” I croaked before everything went dark. 

-

I stood on a beach, clueless as to where I was or how I’d gotten there.

To my right spanned a seemingly endless ocean, but to my left was what looked like a wall made of water. It sounded like a wave and looked like a wave, but it didn’t move forwards or backwards. I could just barely make out the tops of mountains behind the wave, but they were too distant for me to make out anything serious.

Then, a large shadow covered me, and I whirled around, breathing shallowly. And what I saw nearly had me tumbling to my knees. 

The great lion.

Aslan himself.

Standing less than ten feet away from me, his eyes boring into me, splitting me in half and wiping me clean. 

I started shaking from head to toe, feeling such awe and terror that I couldn’t do anything but stare.

“Don’t fear me,” the lion said, his gentle voice vibrating in such a way that it reminded me simultaneously of Peter’s voice and the thrumming of magic I always felt in my fingertips.

“I-I can’t help it,” I said. How could I stand in front of so majestic a creature and not feel my very bones tremble?

“Come, let me breathe on you.” The request would’ve seemed strange coming from anyone else, but somehow, coming from him it made somehow sense. 

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for some sort of hot gust of hair that smelled reminiscent of the lion’s last meal. But instead, a gentle breeze blew past me, lifting my arms and my heart, making me feel as though I could fly.

“Are you feeling braver?” the lion asked. 

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see that my hands were no longer shaking. “A little bit,” I confessed, straightening my spine. 

“Good,” he rumbled. 

“Aslan…” I trailed off, trying to form the feelings in my heart into words. “I’m so sorry.”

The lion blinked slowly. “For what?”

“For everything. For the men I killed, for the magic I abused, for all things that I’ve done.” I curled my arms around myself, lowering my gaze to the sand, unable to meet his eyes. “I know I don’t deserve forgiveness, but–”

“Do you believe,” the rich timbre of his voice made me peek up at him, “that just because you have made mistakes that you are no longer my child?” The lion gave me a gentle smile. “I know you, and I love you dearly.”

Love me? How could he love me?

Aslan chuckled, and I flushed, knowing he’d somehow surmised my thoughts. “Child, I see all and know all. I knew when you were born that great magic resided within you. I watched as your mother did her best to feed you, and I knew the moment she decided to go to the witch for sanctuary. I watched as the witch claimed you as her heir, and I knew when your mother decided she needed to protect you before you did something you couldn’t come back from.”

Even if I could’ve stopped the words, I didn’t want to hold back my truth. “But those murders aren’t something I can come back from.” 

“My sweet,” the lion said, approaching me, “you already have.”

“How?”

“Because I forgive you.”

I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my chest, a weight I’d grown so accustomed to, I hadn’t even realized how heavy it really was. I could’ve tried for a hundred years and never been able to stop myself from shedding tears. They rolled down my cheeks, and every time I brushed the old tears away, new tears quickly took their place. 

Aslan’s eyes held understanding. “Forgiveness.” He titled his head. “It’s a powerful thing.”

“Will you give me my memories back?”

“No.”

Crestfallen, I felt my shoulders sag. “But...Aslan–”

“It is time that you stopped living in the past, struggling with the choices of others, and started focusing on your present. On making your choices.” I focused on the lion’s tail, which was gently curling and uncurling. “I gave the kings and queens of Narnia a title when they took their thrones at Cair Paravel. Now I want to give one to you.”

“To me?” I asked, peering into Aslan’s face. “But I’m not even a queen.”

“No, you’re not. But there are many people of great importance that aren’t kings and queens. You have earned this title.”

My heart soared as I knelt. 

“You have worked to overcome the things you were and the things you did. You are staying true to the lessons you’ve learned and are becoming the person you were always intended to be.” The lion smiled. “You’re a person after my own heart.” He lifted a great paw, touching first my right shoulder and then my left. “So, rise, Y/N the Lionhearted.”

“Lionhearted,” I breathed. A title directly tying me to him. 

Aslan didn’t need to tell me he was proud of me. I could see it in his eyes and feel it in my heart.

“You know what you must do,” said the lion. “Don’t you?”

I let out a shuddering breath, fear trickling back in. “I think so…but will it be enough?”

A chuckle came from the lion, but I didn’t feel rebuked, because of the kindness that shone from the lion’s eyes. “Does that change whether or not you should do it?”

“No, I guess not,” I said reluctantly, wishing it did. 

“Good. Because there will be a moment. A moment when you are preparing to say what must be said. In that moment, you must take courage and stay your course, or all will be lost. Do you understand?” 

I nodded, despite the ominous feeling that had now sunk into my skin. 

The lion stepped forward, brushing his whiskered face against mine. Abandoning caution, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his fur, trying to draw in strength and comfort from his presence. 

“Thank you, Aslan,” I whispered into his mane before pulling back.

“Our time draws to an end,” Aslan said, and he started to turn around.

“Aslan?”

He swiveled back to face me. “Yes?”

I bit my lip, not sure if I wanted the answer to the question I was about to ask. “What about Peter and I? What will happen to us?”

He didn’t smile or frown. He merely blinked, his eyes so deep and wise, I half-believed he was looking underneath my flesh, directly into my heart. “That is a question for you to live and find out.”

I nodded, feeling a bit wistful.

“It is alright to feel sad,” Aslan said, and his voice was getting farther and farther away, as if his voice was carrying down a tunnel. “It is alright to be frightened, to be angry, to be confused. You just need to remember one thing.”

“And what’s that?”

“I am with you,” said the lion.

-

I awoke slowly. My body ached, particularly my now-bandaged wrist, reminding me of the events of the night before. 

For a moment, I questioned the conversation I’d had. It wasn’t a memory, so it had to be a dream, and none of my dreams had ever possessed truth. 

But for the first time in longer than I could remember, my mind was clear. I felt soul-deep peace. 

It was real. There was no way it wasn’t. Aslan was right. I knew what I had to do, and just because I wasn’t sure if I would succeed didn’t change the fact that it was necessary. The next step was clear. I only needed to find the courage to do it. 

“Lady Y/N?” I sat up in bed to see Magdrul just inside my open bedroom door. “It’s almost time.”

********

I didn’t hesitate outside the tent this time. Instead, I entered the tent just as confidently as I’d crossed the bridge. Achlosh, Adonis, and Magdrul trailed behind me. 

Peter and his entourage hadn’t arrived yet. There were three chairs placed on Peter’s side and only one on mine. I slid into it, resting my arms on the table, doing my best to stay loose and relaxed. 

“You’ve got this,” Adonis said, resting a hand on my shoulder. 

“And we’re with you every step of the way, Your Excellency,” Achlosh rumbled from my other side. Magdrul didn’t say anything, but I could’ve sworn his nose brushed my elbow before quickly retreating. 

Their support and comfort meant everything. 

These were the creatures I was charged with protecting. And I would do right by them. 

Without warning, the other side of the tent was pulled open, revealing the three sovereigns, accompanied again by Mr. Tumnus and General Oreius. I could’ve made a comment about the uneven number of accompaniments Peter had chosen to bring with him, but I kept my mouth shut. There were other battles to fight. 

Out of all three monarchs, only Queen Susan looked unchanged. King Edmund’s face held a sort of grim nature, tinted very slightly with hope. The two of them quickly took their seats on the two ends, leaving the one in the middle for their older brother. 

As Peter lowered himself into his seat, his uninjured hand went up to his neck to fiddle with the knot holding his other arm in a sling. His gaunt eyes roved over the three creatures behind me before settling onto my face, prompting me to begin. 

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. I would not be baited, I would not be rushed. I wasn’t a king’s mistress, I wasn’t a witch. I wasn’t a chambermaid or a queen. 

I was Y/N, the Lionhearted. 

I am with you.

I took a deep breath. “I trust everyone has been apprised of the events of last night, so I won’t waste our time saying what’s already been said.” 

Queen Susan’s glare intensified, and my lips started to quiver under her cynical scrutiny. 

This was it. The moment Aslan had mentioned. The moment when I needed to summon all my courage and blast forward, chasing nothing other than what was right. 

Or all will be lost. 

I folded my hands to hide their trembling. “Apparently, my bargaining chip has presented itself.” Out of ther corner of my eye, I saw King Edmund smile, and I knew he knew were this was going. “ I can lift the disease that has been plaguing the dryads of the Western Woods.”

“How?” Queen Susan asked. “Last night was an accident.”

“You’re right, it was.” I paused. “But only because I’ve been suppressing my magic out of fear instead of learning to control it. When I was a child, the hags taught me control, so they can do it again. If we succeed in restoring the dryads, I ask that our peoples unite as Narnians.”

“Three queens is too many for one nation,” Queen Susan butted in. 

Amusement kindled to life inside me. “I have no desire to be a queen.” I could’ve sworn I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Peter flinch. I chanced a look at him, but nothing in his demeanor suggested sadness or insult. “All I want is the right thing, and that is peace in Narnia.”

Queen Susan folded her arms, drawing my attention again. “But if peace in Narnia is the right thing, why won’t you just lift the disease anyway?”

I regarded her calmly. “Because I’m not sure everyone else here is willing to do the right thing too.”

A strangled sound came from Adonis. He quickly coughed a couple times, but none of us were fooled. 

He wasn’t the only one. King Edmund was clearly fighting a smirk, while Mr. Tumnus’s hand rose to cover his mouth, his eyes shining. The queen looked like she’d swallowed a snake.

She turned to the high king, who was staring. Not at her, but at my hands resting on the table. On the bandages on my left hand. 

“Peter?” King Edmund prompted.

Peter looked up, eyes thoughtfully searching my face. Whatever he was looking for, he seemed to find, for he nodded absentmindedly.  “I accept the terms.”

My heart soared, even as Queen Susan and General Oreius gave Peter confused looks. Mr. Tumnus and King Edmund broke into large grins, while I heard Adonis let out a quiet laugh of relief. 

Peter didn’t look at anyone else, his attention staying firmly on me. “You and your people are free to inhabit the deserted village close to here. My brother, as the Western Woods were entrusted to him by Aslan, will be the liaison between our peoples until such a time as you have rid this entire forest of disease. Once all the dryads are healed, I will send out an official and final pardon.” Peter took a deep breath. “Then you and your people will be welcome in Narnia.”

Queen Susan opened her mouth, but Peter cut her off. “That is my final word.” His eyes flitted to my face. “Is there anything else we need to address?”

I very nearly laughed at his question. The things calling for closure rested in between the high king and I like rubble from a demolished marble statue. 

There were apologies to be worded, feelings to be expressed, a relationship that needed clarifying. 

But this was not the place. 

“No, your majesty.” 

Peter nodded once more, then got up from his chair. “Then I believe it’s time to tell everyone of our deal. Lady Y/N, if you will.” He extended a hand towards me, and I wasted no time in taking it. He led me around the table and out of the tent. 

Both armies immediately stood at attention, clearly on edge.

Peter dropped my hand. “A peace treaty has been struck!” he boomed. 

Halfhearted cheers came from both sides, showing that the two armies were perhaps feeling just as conflicted as their leaders. But not even that was enough to dim the light in my chest at Peter’s words. 

The peace was official. 

Magdrul prodded my leg from behind. “Your army is waiting to celebrate with you,” he said quietly. 

I threw a glance at Peter, who was watching his own army, before nodding and walking back across the bridge towards the witch’s army. 

My army.

The relief hung in the air like a pleasant kind of fog. Many of the creatures in the army crossed their arms over their chests, a sign of honor as well as thanks while others bowed their heads. Adonis squeezed my shoulder just before Achlosh bent down to Goria, whispering in her ear. 

The tiny minotaur ran to me, shyly wrapping her arms around my legs as chuckles rose from everyone around me. I patted her back, overcome. She smiled up at me, her eyes wide and innocent, before scampering back to Achlosh. 

“Alright, enough of this,” I said fondly to everyone around me. “We have work to do.” 

The creatures disbanded, all walking back to the courtyard, returning to their posts. 

I started to follow them before slowing to a stop. I couldn’t help myself; I glanced back at the Narnian army. 

They’d already torn down the tent the meetings had taken place in, leaving the bridge empty. 

Most of the soldiers were already breaking camp. General Oreius stood with his arms folded, looking less than happy. But King Edmund slapped Peter on the back, the smile on the Just King’s face matching that of Mr. Tumnus, who was beside Oreius. King Edmund pulled Peter and Queen Susan into a group hug, and the three of them broke out into laughter, clearly relieved. 

The familiarity they had with each other made my heart ache a bit. I still didn’t know if I had any siblings or what happened to my father, but I knew I probably wouldn’t ever know. 

As they broke apart, Queen Susan and King Edmund walked further into their camp, their arms around each other. Peter, however, turned his head to look at me. 

Our eyes met, and it was like an electric shock coursed through my body. 

My feet started moving at the same time his did. 

Over Peter’s shoulder, I could see the Narnian soldiers pausing, watching us with varying degrees of interest and suspicion. They’d all either seen my relationship with Peter or heard of the magical chambermaid the high king showed interest in. I could tell they were weighing what they’d seen and heard, trying to figure out what they were seeing. 

I couldn’t imagine what the army behind me was doing, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. 

We met in the middle of the bridge, slowing to a stop with about five feet in between us. 

“How’s your arm?” I asked. 

Peter seemed to relax a little. “It’s broken, but I’ve had worse. How’s your hand?”

“Burnt, but I’ve had worse.”

He chuckled, his gaze dropping to the grass. 

Then his smile quickly fell. “I wanted to say I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “For what I’ve done.” A heavy sigh left his lips. “You were right. I was so blinded by my urges to rescue you, I didn’t stop and listen to what you were saying.”

I cocked my head, studying him. “You’ve changed your tune.”

“Last night…” Peter’s shoulder slumped. “If you’d run away from the dryad like I wanted, we never would’ve known that you could lift the disease, and I’d be dead. And if I hadn’t behaved poorly about your magic, maybe you wouldn’t’ve put on that bracelet and burned it off to save me.” 

Forgiveness is a powerful thing, the lion had said, right after he’d absolved me. Yet another power I held. I could bottle it up, keeping it close while fearing its power. Or…

I stepped forward, taking Peter’s hand in mine, causing him to look up. “I forgive you.”

A frown tugged at Peter’s lips. “You shouldn’t. I’ve been an ass.” I laughed. “No, I have been, truly. I tried to keep your memories from you, and now, more than ever, I know that,” his eyes roamed my face, like he was committing it to memory, “memories are precious.” 

I squeezed his hand. “Thank you.”

His brows contorted. “Whatever for?”

“For changing.”

He was silent for a three count, a tinge of sadness growing in his face with every passing second. “I changed too late though, didn’t I?” I bit my lip, not knowing what to say. Peter nodded slowly, like that was the only answer he needed. “I want to give you the rest of your memories, but I don’t think any of the many people watching us right now would like it if we touched foreheads.”

“No, they wouldn’t.” My thoughts drifted to my dream last night. “I have a feeling it wouldn’t work anyways.”

A wrinkle formed in between Peter’s eyebrows. “Because…you’re angry at me again?”

“Because I was told that it’s time for me to live in the present and make my own choices.” I smiled slyly. “And the great lion always knows best.”

Peter’s mouth fell open. “You…you saw him? He spoke to you?”

I nodded. “In a dream.”

Peter shook his head, looking half amused, half irritated. “He’s not a tame lion,” he muttered. 

I didn’t know what that meant, but something told me Peter was saying it for his own sake. 

I wanted to say something more. I wanted to tell him about every moment of the past few days, talk about Gonin’s death, laugh about the absurdity of me leading an army, and discuss how best to remove the disease in the forest. I wanted to express my relief at the peace and my gratitude over his willingness to change.

And more than anything, I wanted to release the feelings that were building up on my tongue. 

But he no longer needed to know all those things, and saying them would make everything harder. 

I dropped Peter’s hand, letting my own fall to my side. “Travel safe, okay?”

Peter nodded. “If you need anything–”

“I’ll send a messenger.” 

He nodded slowly. 

I recognized the emotions swimming in his eyes as the ones ricocheting through me. 

Sadness. Reluctance. And above all, regret. 

With great effort, I turned my back to the king and rejoined my people in the courtyard. 

They all smiled as I walked past, and, despite the sudden, leaden weight of my heart, I smiled back. 

I was sure there were questions about what was next, but for the moment, I needed privacy, so I secluded myself away in my bedroom. 

Standing on the balcony, I watched as the Narnians finished breaking camp. 

For all my fighting in the past few days, never did I realize I wouldn’t be returning to Cair Paravel. My bed in the maids’ chambers would be empty, my meager and meaningless possessions left abandoned. I wouldn’t be returning to tell Mrs. Dolie of all that had happened, nor would I be explaining anything to the household mistress. 

In fact, I might never again clean a dish, make a bed, wash clothes that didn’t belong to me. That just wasn’t my role anymore. 

“My lady,” said a voice, and I turned to see Magdrul coming inside my room. “You were right. You going to meet the high king did lead to the saving of your people.”

I hummed. 

Magdrul stood beside me. “My lady, I want to apologize. I tried to stand in your way, even when I had no right to.”

I glanced down at the wolf, whose tail was drooping. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You were acting out of loyalty, and your ingenuity with how I could get out of the castle is something I’ll need if I’m really going to help the dryads of these woods.”

Magdrul smiled. “Whatever I can do to aid you, my lady, I will.”

“Good.” I resumed my previous position, staring out at the Narnians. They’d started walking back into the forest, heading in the direction of Cair Paravel. And heading the procession was Peter, astride his horse. 

We’d said our goodbyes, and yet it was undeniable that a part of my heart was leaving with him. If I was my old self, I would’ve been shedding tears right now. But as Peter had changed, I had as well, too quickly for our love to catch up. 

The finality of it all, of watching Peter ride away without knowing when I would see him again, made my chest ache. These past few days, my relationship with Peter hadn’t been the same, but just as I never anticipated I wouldn’t return to Cair Paravel, I never anticipated I would be separated from him.

I knew I would see him again, but that wasn’t what was making me sad, was it?

No, it was the knowledge that it would never again be the same. 

Never again would we be in companionable silence while I cleaned his study. 

Never again would Peter sneak into the kitchen for a chance to see me and steal me away from my chores. 

Never again would we run into each other in our dreams, completely isolated in a world made up of our own memories and desires. 

“You really love him,” Magdrul said softly, “don’t you?”

My eyes didn’t budge from Peter. I didn’t reply, because I didn’t need to. Magdrul already knew. 

********

Achlosh clip-clopped his way over to my horse. “My lady, Cair Paravel is just around the next corner.”

“Thank you, Achlosh.” Message delivered, Achlosh returned to his previous position beside Goria, who’d grown nearly a foot taller over the past year. I took a deep breath, my hands squeezing the reins as if I could use them to leash my nerves.

Adonis glanced over at me. “Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” I said defensively. 

The centaur just laughed. “I’ve known you for too long to believe that.”

“I’ve had a while to prepare for this day, give me some credit.”

The centaur’s silence told me he hadn’t missed the underlying charge in that statement. 

I couldn’t help looking around at the woods. They all seemed unchanged from when Peter and I had walked through them on our way to the market for pears. 

“You held up your part of the bargain,” Adonis said finally. “This is them holding up theirs.”

“I know,” I replied. “I’m not worried, I’m just–”

“Nervous,” Adonis finished. 

I cut him a glare, and his answering guffaw was unfettered and free. “It’s just strange to be back,” I confessed. “I left as a chambermaid, and I’m returning as what?”

“A queen in everything but name.” 

I shook my head. “Narnia doesn’t need another queen.”

“Maybe not. But it certainly needs you.” Adonis smiled shrewdly. “And I can think of a certain king who needs you too.”

“Well, what about you?” I retorted, my cheeks red. “Won’t your wife and son be relieved to be back to your village instead of living in the shadow of the witch’s castle?”

Adonis snorted. “My wife will be happy to be back, but Axiel has decided he wants to be a minotaur when he grows up.”

I laughed loudly. “He’s going to be very disappointed to find out he can’t change species.”

We rounded the corner, and my laughter died in my throat. The sight of the gates of Cair Paravel sent a new wave of nerves through me. 

“Breathe,” Adonis said quietly, and I obediently took in a breath. 

Considering I’d spent the last year in the witch’s castle—which was barely half the size of Cair Paravel—the castle walls seemed bigger and grander than they had before. The large gates were open, and a crowd stood outside the palace. 

I recognized the four kings and queens at the front of the crowd, standing as evenly placed as their thrones. A few of their advisors, including Mr. Tumnus and General Oreius, stood behind them. The rest of the throng must’ve been common Narnians desiring to witness this historic event. 

My heart flipped anxiously in my chest as we drew closer. 

Peter’s face became more distinct as we got closer, and my heart flipped as I gazed upon the familiar features I’d often dreamed of in the past year. In the beginning, I’d been juvenile to think they were shared. Now I knew it had only been my mind trying to trick my foolhardy heart, because while Peter looked mostly the same, there was a different bearing to him now. 

A more mature bearing. 

“Halt!” Achlosh shouted, and the whole army came to a stop. 

I dismounted and shakily approached the kings and queens.

Queen Lucy was bouncing in place, obviously excited to see me again. 

King Edmund grinned at me, and I thanked Aslan that I’d gotten the chance to work with him on the restoration of the Western Woods. No one understood redemption like he did.

Queen Susan looked surprisingly calm. I suppose she had had a year to cool off after our somewhat disastrous peace treaty meeting.

And Peter.

Peter wasn’t smiling, but there was a soft shine in his eyes. 

“High King Peter,” I said, inclining my head. Magdrul had impressed upon me the importance of greeting Peter as an equal worthy of respect, not treating him as a superior worthy of reverence. As uncomfortable as it felt, I understood the message it sent about my peoples’ place among the rest of Narnia.

“Lady Y/N,” Peter greeted. “Shall we?” He led the way, his siblings following into step beside him, leaving me to lead my army behind. 

Walking the halls of the castle again would’ve been strange enough, but walking through them as a valued guest instead of a servant felt like a hallucination. 

I’d come a long way in a year. 

The four monarchs led me to the throne room, where it seemed all of Narnia waited for this historic moment. 

The four kings and queens took their spots, standing just in front of their thrones, all facing me. 

“Lady Y/N,” Peter boomed in his kingly voice, drawing all eyes. “You have fulfilled your end of the bargain that was struck a year ago. All the dryads of the Western Woods have been restored. I know I speak for all of us,” Peter’s gaze swept the room, resting on all the inhabitants, “when I say you have our gratitude.”

I half-expected some grumbling to come from his subjects, but they remained silent, a sure sign that progress had been made in this castle as well as in the Western Woods. I momentarily wondered what Peter had been saying and doing to prepare his subjects for this day. 

“It is now my turn to uphold the conditions.” Peter took a deep breath. “I hereby pardon all of the creatures who served tirelessly at your side to end the illness of the woods. As of today, they are, once again, true Narnians.”

Clamor burst through the room, and for a moment, I worried it was protesting and looked around the room. 

All of the Narnians gathered were cheering. Applauding. Even some of the creatures of what was formerly my army were making noise, smiling at me and the king behind me. 

Harmony. 

The harmony I’d worked for and fought for and sacrificed for, again and again. It was here. 

I faced Peter once again, not capable of hiding the broad smile across my face. 

And Peter smiled back. It was not a smile of exhibition or politeness. It was not the high king’s smile. 

It was Peter’s smile.

Peter raised his hand, and the Narnians quieted. He stepped forward, eyes trained on me. “Lady Y/N, you have conducted yourself with grace and wisdom, even in the face of opposition and trial.” Tears pricked my eyes, and Peter nodded softly, as if he somehow knew exactly how I felt. “You showed tenacity, far beyond what anyone could expect of you and somehow retained compassion despite all you’ve faced.” He grinned, lifting his eyes to the subjects in the room. “There is a nickname for Lady Y/N that has surfaced in the past year, and I think it a fitting tribute.” 

Another cheer rose through the room, and I had to turn my face to the floor to regain a hold on my expression. 

I knew exactly what he was talking about, and judging by the nods of everyone around me, they did too. 

I didn’t know how it happened, because I didn’t tell anyone of the title Aslan had given me, but the title had naturally surfaced, as if Aslan himself whispered it into the ears of those around me. 

“My siblings and I would be honored, Lady Y/N, if you would join our council.”

I looked up, shocked. But all four monarchs smiled at me, even Queen Susan, showcasing the truth of Peter’s words. 

“The honor is mine,” I replied, placing a hand over my chest. “I would be glad to accept.”

The resulting cheer was so deafening, I was surprised the windows didn’t shatter. 

Peter clapped his hands, looking gleeful. “Then it’s settled. Now, onto the feast!”

The room burst into activity as the servants rushed forward, bringing tables and chairs in.

Arms from behind wrapped around me, and I was enveloped in the comforting smell of flour and soup. 

“Mrs. Dolie,” I said softly, turning in the embrace to look at the wise woman’s face. 

“You did it, dearie.” She pet my head. “You found your way.” 

I hugged her tightly, a cascade of emotions coursing through me. 

She patted my back and departed for the kitchens, which were sure to be chaotic with the feast that was about to come. 

I glanced around the room, finding it difficult to keep at bay the tears of happiness and relief.

Queen Susan and the household mistress stood together, clearly discussing the organization of the tables and seats. Seeing my old mistress sent a rush of affection through me…as well as a strange urge to go grab a mop. 

King Edmund talked with Magdrul, who was sandwiched between a fox and a griffin, looking spectacularly uncomfortable. 

Adonis sat with his wife, deep in discussion with Queen Lucy and Mr. Tumnus while Axiel and Goria ran around with a few baby satyrs and talking mice, playing some form of tag. As I watched, Achlosh approached Queen Lucy, and the queen’s eyes sparkled as the minotaur awkwardly bowed. 

Out of all the futures I’d imagined, the reality tasted sweeter. 

Because I sat there, surrounded by a reunited people, not as a chambermaid and not as a queen. Not cowering as someone broken or nameless, but shining as my truest self, brighter than any star.

Y/N.

The Lionhearted. 

Peter sat on his throne, surveying the room with a satisfaction mirroring mine. And when his eyes met mine, a smile formed on my face matching his. 

********

I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling of the guest chamber I’d been placed in—a room I’d actually cleaned many times over. 

My mind couldn’t relax. The excitement of the day certainly didn’t lend itself to resting, but that couldn’t be the only reason sleep evaded me…

Finally giving up, I got out of bed, pulling a robe over my nightgown. I went to put my slippers on before stopping. I reached past the slippers and pulled on a pair of sandals instead. Then, opening the door, I slipped out of my room. 

As I strolled through the dark passageways of the castle, I started reliving my past as a chambermaid. I never felt like I truly belonged in this castle, and being involved with a king only made me feel even more egregiously out of place.

I’d had no inkling of the journey I was on, the things I was on the precipice of learning about myself and my past. Now here I was, on the other end. Less innocent, but better. Wiser. Stronger. More certain. 

When I turned the corner, the guard—one I’d never before seen standing watch over the turret—bowed. “My lady.” I dipped my head in respect. My heart pounded faster and faster with every stair I climbed, as if it knew something I didn’t. Halfway up, I hesitated. 

But even as I slowed to a stop, Aslan’s words from a year ago replayed in my head. 

There will be a moment. In that moment, you must take courage and stay your course. 

With a renewed vigor, I resumed climbing. 

Peter was already there, standing at the edge of the turret with his back to me, looking out over the water. I couldn’t help noticing the sword secured to his side. Clearly, he’d had enough of being caught without it. 

I joined him at the edge, resting my hands on the railing. 

He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t say anything. 

We didn’t need to.

We couldn’t’ve made it work a year ago, bruised as we were. We hadn’t finished growing into ourselves and addressing our responsibilities. One of us would’ve had to compromise ourselves for the other, and that would’ve bred discontent. 

I gazed out at the starry night, looking over the peaceful ocean. If I strained my ears, I could hear the surf breaking on the beach we’d once spent a day on. 

Peter’s hand tentatively slid across the stone, the side of his pinky brushing mine, which still bore the burn scars from the flame back in the Western Woods. He stayed there, allowing me to make a decision. 

I exhaled, and ever so slowly flipped my hand over, allowing Peter to lace his fingers through mine. 

Because if there was anything I’d learned in life?

Bruises heal.

-

BEWARE, SAPPY FEELINGS TO FOLLOW

I can’t believe this is the last part. No more jumping out of bed when I should be sleeping and frantically copying down the line of dialogue from Peter that just came to mind. No more crying over the dream where the main character meets Aslan. And no more worrying about whether this ending is the right one. 

All good things have to come to an end, and this is it. 

Now excuse me while I go watch the Narnia movies and cry. 

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There are two soldiers in a cave, waiting for rescue. One is a king; the other, one of his subjects. He is sitting upright, alternating between anxiously scanning the mouth of the cave for intruders and staring back down at the girl. She is less active, but that is due in part to the ever growing pool of blood underneath her ribs. 

They have been here for quite some time already, and although the king will not admit it, he fears that it will be quite some time again before they are rescued. He must have faith, though, for both of them. It is hard not to worry. Not when Peter Pevensie can picture so plainly how they got here, and why they were forced into the cave to begin with. 

They were not supposed to be attacked, but it happened anyway. Narnia is a kingdom, and kingdoms fall. Rival kings lust for power that isn’t theirs, and peaceful homelands must rally to protect themselves. Soldiers turn to bitter struggles, cowards turn to run. You had two choices when the banner of war was lifted:  stay and fight, or leave and live.

You chose to stay. Will that be what kills you, wanting to be there for your friends? No one can tell for certain, but your blood is darkening the stones beneath you with a deeper stain than you’d like, and the thought of rescue is quite far off. There is no guarantee that anyone will reach you in time, regardless of what Peter is trying to whisper to you. There is no guarantee that you can hear him at all anymore.

Instead, you can hear him yesterday morning, strangely strong despite the early hour of the morning. Narnian spies had come back around dawn bearing news of an approaching army, one that didn’t look friendly. The Pevensies had been carefully monitoring threats to their kingdom for years, but no one could tell for sure that one would attack until they were already on horseback with hands on weapons.

There had been limited time for defense. Peter had rallied his army and their allies, and his siblings frantically evacuated the surrounding townspeople to a safer location, all the while battening down the hatches at home so that Cair Paravel would not be taken. Battle plans were drafted long ago, but it is one thing to write them up in the safety of peace, and something else entirely to have to use them.

The attackers didn’t arrive until midday. They gave an announcement that Narnia was to surrender peacefully or fall violently. Standing on the ramparts of the castle, looking down on the swarms of soldiers, you could feel anger burning in your chest at the insult of it all. As if Narnia would fall to a paltry foe like some neighboring king. As if there was any among your ranks that would not fight to their last breath to defend their kingdom.

Peter had given an answer somewhat along those lines, although, as coached by Susan, with a little more tact. You could tell he was fighting to keep his rage in check, though, if the red crescents imprinted into his palms from where his fingernails had bit into his palms were any sort of warning sign.

After that, the only thing left was to go to war. Before the fighting started, Peter had pulled you aside and asked if you really wanted to do this. You were a soldier of Narnia, a force fighting for good, but more than that, you were his friend, and Peter did not want to lose anyone if he could avoid it.

Tucked into a quiet alcove of Cair Paravel, golden hair rusted over with the shadows of the dark corner, Peter’s hands had tightened around yours as he said, “You can leave now, Y/N. If you want to. I want you to be safe.”

You had shaken your head. “Absolutely not. Narnia is my home, Peter. I can’t leave when she needs me.”

Peter had sighed ruefully, but the spark of pride behind his worried expression had told you what you wanted to know the most:  having you there with him meant more than he could possibly describe. The two of you are friends, just friends, but sometimes, you think that the sort of friendship you have with him has long outstripped any sort of bond of camaraderie either of you have held with anyone else. If you die, you will do it by his side. If he falls, he wants you there to see it.

Thus the battle was waged. You donned your armor as quickly as you could, grabbing your weapons before helping the other soldiers. It was time to defend your homeland. No cause could be more important. No risk could be as worthy.

The sun is setting over the hills; Peter cannot see much of it, tucked into the cave as the two of you are, but the loss of light is enough to cause him significant worry. The attackers, although arrived around noon the previous day, had waited until the dark of night to close their ranks and begin the fight. It had added a deadly edge of danger to an already perilous battle, what with the reduced visibility. 

The battle had been fought well through the night and into the next dawn, but Peter is not sure that another midnight spent in this stone refuge will prove a good idea for either of you. Mainly for you; Peter looks down again, noticing that your eyes flutter closed more than they stay open, and your skin looks dull and tired even without the loss of light. He pulls you closer to him, shuts his eyes, and prays to anyone who will hear, anyone worthwhile listening, that someone will save you. Not even him. It just has to be you.

Night falls and you hear the clang of steel against steel reverberating around you. Your soldiers, though kept in rigorous practice, have not been to war in a while. They do not exercise the cruelty that the enemy fighters seem to have in spades. What you do have is heart, though, and Narnia has taught you that even the most formidable of odds can be overturned in time.

Slowly, surely, light begins to creep over the sky, and the Narnians manage to push their attackers back from Cair Paravel, over the uneven, rocky ground and towards the mountains once more. Smooth ground twists itself with stone outcroppings, making the fight even trickier than it was before. You step over bodies on the ground, unable to tell whether they are friend or foe, but you force yourself to keep your head. It would not do to lose control now.

Dawn is upon you at last, touching rosy fingers over scarlet blood and pearlescent bone. There is no such thing as a good fight, an honorable war, and if you return home, the lingering knowledge of what has been done upon this land will sit with you for a long time to come. When you come home, that is. After all of this, you must survive. Narnia must survive.

A shout, a scream; soldiers pour over the hills again, and you realize with a chill that your enemies had reinforcements in line, waiting for something like this to happen. You managed to get yourself stuck on the outskirts of the battle in an attempt to go after some higher ranking officials in the enemy army, and now you’re lost in the downstream current of dozens of opposing soldiers flooding towards you. 

Too many for you to fight by yourself, that much is certain, but you have no choice now. They encircle you, and even as you manage to take down some, there are too many of them. One raises his sword as you parry another soldier, and when you blink, it has pierced your armor, threading your ribs. It doesn’t hurt and then it does, an agony like lightning rattling through your entire body.

You might scream, you’re not sure of it. You wait for them to kill you, but strangely enough, the death blow does not come. Someone catches you before you fall, and the early morning sun shines on golden curls. Peter. He’s found you, somehow, in the tumult of the battle. You can just hear him shouting to his men that he’s going to take you to cover, and then he’s picked you up, cradling you in his arms like a bride, and running for shelter.

There’s a cave not far from here. Peter stumbles in, twisting past boulders and turns in the tunnel before he gently puts you down behind the cover of a rocky outcropping. There are too many of them out there, running past the mouth of the cave, so Peter does not dare leave you even when you tell him that you’ll be fine. It is a lie. He knows it. He stays.

Peter tells you that, despite the arrival of the enemy reinforcements, he believes the battle will be settled in favor of the Narnians. The enemy fighters were desperate, they knew they were going to lose, which was why they called in more men. They’re still being forced past the Narnian borders, though, even with a king and a soldier pulled out of the fight like this.

Peter won’t risk leaving you, not with the precarious shape you’re in. Besides, the landscape is so messed up with rocks that he is not sure that he could find this particular cave if he steps outside of it to fight again. You can hear the shouts of men, but neither of you can tell whether they’re Narnian or not. To shout back is to risk death.

Instead, the two of you stay there in the cave, feeling the hours tick by, unable to do a thing about it. Peter grows more restless as you grow more still. He tells you that his siblings will look for the two of you, that when they come, you will be safe.

“We’ll be fine,” he says, voice unnaturally slow, like a schoolboy repeating a lesson he’s learned by heart, “We’ll be fine.” You’re not entirely sure if he believes it.

And then it is dark again, and there is still no one here. Peter does not know if you are alive. He is telling himself that you are, because to keep up desperate hope is far better than giving in to the fear that he has lost you like this. There is a chance you have survived; the enemy soldier who hit you had slashed you across the front instead of stabbing you directly, which is what Peter did when he stumbled upon the scene and realized that he was about to lose the only person that matters to him more than anything else. We all have our demons, our secrets.

A scratching sound at the mouth of the cave, somewhat like a mouse but heavier, too, more purposeful. Could an enemy soldier have come back to finish the job? They may not have been able to take Cair Paravel, but they could at least slaughter the High King while they were running away.

Peter feels his entire body tense, his hand resting on his sword. He dares not draw it, too afraid of risking the noise. He’ll fight for both of them if he has to. He’ll keep them alive a little longer. Y/N does not stir by his side.

And then– a voice, just a few meters away. “Peter?”

It’s his sister. It’s Susan. Peter lets out a gasp of relief that could be a sob and calls back as loudly as he dares, “Susan?”

A clattering of footsteps and three siblings descend into the cave. Edmund’s eyes are wide and scared, but the fear starts to go away when Peter carefully gets to his feet and pulls his younger brother into an embrace. Ed starts to say something about how he thought– he thought– but Peter says it’s okay, he is not hurt, but then the words roll back on his tongue because Y/N is not okay, and therefore he cannot be, either.

Lucy has already found her friend lying motionless on the ground and hurriedly rummages through the small red bag on her side, reaching for the healing cordial she received so long ago. She carefully lets a few drops fall onto Y/N’s mouth, and the entirety of several millennia passes before Y/N coughs quietly and starts to sit up.

Peter falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around her. Distantly, he hears Susan ushering his siblings away, something about wanting to give them space, but he does not care, he does not care because she is alright, Y/N is alright, and that means he is, too, very much alright.

Y/N whispers in his ear, voice still hoarse but healing, slowly. It’s okay, they have time. “You stayed?”

“Yes,” Peter says back, choking on some unnameable emotion, “I did. I would never leave you, Y/N. I– I love you. You know that.”

She does. “I love you too,” she says, and Peter can find it within himself to smile at last, to help her up, to walk back with her to the castle. They have time. It is okay. They will all, somehow, be alright after this, and that means that far fewer worries crown Peter’s head tonight and all nights after that.

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Hi, I would love if you could just tell me anything you think about Edmund Pevensie 🧺 literally could be anything I just want to hear your thoughts ❤️

💗Edmund Pevensie Fluff Alphabet💗

A/N: Okay so I know I’ve been doing like all the alphabet templates lately but honestly they’re a lot of fun for me and people seem to enjoy them so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

CW: I don't think there is anything for this? It's fluff, so not much in terms of triggering content. The reader is female and referred to as Edmund's wife and queen.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

For Edmund, I think he’d admire someone who’s smart, has a strong moral compass but isn’t so rigid that they can’t see the grey areas, and a good sense of humour is a must.

Ultimately, I don’t think he’d set out intentionally looking for a partner to rule Narnia with him but he’d end up choosing someone with those qualities subconsciously. His sense of duty to Narnia is just too strong to avoid that.

It would start off in small ways, he’d tell you about some messy political issue he’s working out and want to know your hypothetical opinion on the matter. He’d also bring up lots of philosophical subjects casually, and maybe even ask if you’ve engaged with any Narnian legal texts.

You don’t have to have a highly educated background to impress Ed or keep his affections, but he would appreciate if you listened and tried to contribute. At the very least you can act as a sounding board for his ideas, even if you wouldn’t be comfortable ruling in your own right. Someone who’s going to brush his concerns aside and accuse him of bringing down the mood or interrupt the conversation to focus on more frivolous topics isn’t going to be a good fit. You need to do at least a little bit of thinking to keep up with Edmund, he’s going to want a stimulating conversation now and again.

However you also can’t be so stuffy that Ed can’t joke around with you. Our boy may not be the little shit he once was, but he needs a partner who can see the funny side to things especially when he’s dealing with anything heavy. Humour is his primary coping mechanism, and if you don’t understand that then it’s not going to work out.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Edmund’s not really a superficial kind of guy. I think he’s more concerned about what you’re like as a person that what you’re like physically. However, I can also see him being a sucker for someone who smiles a lot and has pretty eyes. We already know, he’s a jokester and if you look extra nice every time he makes your face light up, well that’s just an added bonus.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

I can see him liking having his partner’s head on his chest while he’s got an arm around their waist or shoulder. He also likes being the big spoon, I have a personal head canon that he grew up lanky as fuck so it’s easier that way regardless.

Generally Edmund likes feeling as though he can protect and guard his partner, that’s what happens when you’ve been king since age 10. But, sometimes he’s tried and in those rare moments of vulnerability he’s going to want to put his head in your lap for awhile. When he gets like this I’d also advise rubbing his back or stroking his hair, he’ll melt in seconds.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

To me, Edmund’s always been a bit more of an introvert and what he likes to do for dates reflects that. He’s not the type to throw a massive party or feast just so he can be your escort to it. He’s much more likely to arrange a private picnic somewhere on the grounds, or take you out for a ride with Phillip on a trail with nice scenery or to a play put on by a local performing troupe.

It’s not that he won’t take you to tournaments and things like that. He loves having you on his arm and showing you off to the public, but it’s exhausting being King Edmund all the time. If you want to really get to know him, take him up on those quiet, simple dates. He’ll be much more relaxed and you’ll have a lot more fun too.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Oh goodness, I think this really depends on when and how Edmund meets you. If you’ve known him since childhood, you’re going to get the full range without a lot of filters. Ed would know that you know him too well to try and hide anything, and he’s always been the type to speak his mind even if he’s gotten more pragmatic about it.

If the two of you meet for the first time when you’re both grown and he’s been ruling for awhile, you’re going to get a lot of King Edmund at first. That includes all the performative bull crap that comes with the title.

He’s going to be all smiles and up for a friendly chat, but still somehow very aloof and every answer he gives is couched in pragmatism so you don’t really know what he’s thinking about certain topics. To the rest Narnia, he’s their grinning, boyish King. But if you’re close enough you can see, the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, they’re flat and empty or even a little sad sometimes.

If this is the scenario, Ed probably won’t really let you in until the two of you are married or officially courting. It’s just too much of a risk, he’s got his people to think of and they need to know they’re in the hands of a strong leader. There’s no place for insecurity or vulnerability on the throne.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Honestly, the answer to this is yes and as soon as possible. When the two of you are married, Edmund would want to start trying for a baby right away. Or, if a biological child isn’t possible, then looking into some options to foster or adopt.

Unfortunately for Edmund, being a dad is kind of a deal breaker. If you don’t want kids yourself I can’t really see him wanting to commit to you long term. And there’s a couple reasons for this.

The first is, personally, that he really wants to be a father. He’s wanted this ever since their first visit to Narnia after his own family got him back from Jadis. In that moment he understood the blessing of the love he’s been given and as he got a bit older, he wanted to share that love with a family of his own.

The second reason is the Prophecy from the first book. There was never an addendum about what would happen if there were no longer human rulers in Narnia, but I can see Edmund doing a lot of research about it anyway. In the end, he’d probably decide it was better safe than sorry for him and Peter to have a few children each to act as heirs.

Somewhere in Edmund’s heart, he’s always been a bit paranoid about Jadis coming back. Not because he’s worried about himself or being tempted by her again, but more so because of what she promised to do to Narnia and the people he cares about if she ever got the chance. Making sure there’s always going to be Pevensies on the throne is just added security against that.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

So with Edmund, I feel like he’s the type to prefer a little, meaningful gift over a big, expensive sort of gesture and his own habits around gifts reflect that.

Yes, he’ll go out of his way for major occasions like birthdays, anniversaries and Christmas. But the rest of the year, you can expect little surprises from Edmund. The next book in the series you were reading just because, maybe a sachet of your favourite tea the next time he goes to market. He’s also not very artistic, but I can see him writing you love notes and giving those to you as gifts. He’d put lots of effort into those, with fancy paper and flourishing letters and coloured inks.

When it comes to getting presents from you, Edmund would just absolutely die from happiness if you made him something. It doesn’t have to be big or fancy or even well made. He’d accept a woven bookmark you cobbled together from scraps of ribbon or thread and treat it like it’s his most precious treasure. Just the idea that you cared enough to try and also made something that’s specially for him that nobody else has, it would make his heart soar. Also you can bet he’s going to be showing off whatever it is you made to anyone within earshot for ages afterwards.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

All the time lol.

With Edmund being King, the two of you don’t have a lot of privacy and PDA is generally frowned upon. Holding hands is the most acceptable way Edmund can show his love for you in front of everyone.

If the two of you are watching a tournament, he’ll reach for your hand and bring it over to rest on his leg with his own hand on top. If the two of you are rubbing elbows with courtiers at a ball or feast, he’s going to be holding your hand the entire time. If you’re sitting next to each other in the throne room and listening to appeals or the like, Edmund’s going to be holding your hand.

In part, it’s because he wants to show the two of you as a united front to the rest of the world. It’s also because he finds your touch soothing and it can ground him when things get out of control. If you find he’s getting a bit overwhelmed, maybe his shoulders start tensing or his jaw clenches, just give his hand a squeeze. You’ll see the anxiety leave him in seconds, and he’ll squeeze your hand back to let you know he understands what you’re trying to say. You’re here, you love him, and it’s going to be okay.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Burn the whole world to the gr-

I’m kidding I promise. But if you get hurt, oh boy, everyone watch out.

With you, Edmund is going to be the gentlest, most anxious man. He’s going to want to take a look at the wound himself even with the best doctors available. He’ll be reading up on treatments both magical and mundane, herbal remedies, all of it. Anything he thinks may help or ease your pain.

Be prepared for lots of fussing, tea and massages if you’re sore. There’s also probably going to be times where you glance up and see Ed watching you with this puppy dog kind of look, and you know he’s worrying about you AGAIN even if you’re on the mend. Try to be patient and reassuring, he just loves you and doesn’t want to lose you.

When it comes to the person who hurt you, however? All bets are off. Edmund is THE definition of “looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you”. Whoever hurt you better PRAY that you or Ed’s siblings are there to pull him off or they’re in for the beat down of their life. He’s been Peter’s second in fights for years and while he doesn’t usually start them, he knows plenty well how to finish them.

Expect at some point for Edmund to leave your sickbed, saying he has “something that needs his attention” only to come back to you with a split lip and bruised knuckles. If you press him for an explanation, he’ll play coy and act like he’s got no clue what you’re talking about. Whoever hurt you, IF they survive or aren’t run out of the kingdom on a rail, won’t so much as look in your direction ever again. You’re Edmund’s queen, and so long as you walk in Narnia you’ll be protected as such.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Oh my god have you MET this man???

Edmund is mischievous to a fault, he never quite grew out of that smart aleck streak of his and now it’s your problem.

You can expect everything from foolishness like swapping the salt and sugar for your tea to more elaborate schemes that he’ll drag his siblings into. There was probably more than one incident involving some minor spells that backfired and caused more chaos than they were worth. Ie. Edmund finds someone to cast a glamour that makes him have a crow’s head or something so he can jump out and scare you. It works a treat, but then he discovers that he still SOUNDS like a crow hours after the physical glamour wore off and he’s got to give an official speech to the council like WHOOPS.

He is also the KING of snark, sarcasm and inside jokes. The two of you are going to have a whole litany of nonsense that will send you into giggle fits but just confuse everyone else. Edmund also loves to make you laugh at moments that are maybe less than appropriate.

Peter has stopped letting the two of you sit together at any kind of serious event because you cannot behave. It’s not your fault though, Edmund keeps pulling faces and saying “Egg tart” which makes you think about that one time on that picnic with the centaurs and…okay Peter doesn’t get it but if he’d been there he’d understand why you’re giggling.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

So obviously Edmund likes giving you kisses on the mouth. He could do that for hours and never get bored. However, I can also see him enjoying giving you “courtly” kisses on the back of your hand or your knuckles. If the two of you met when you were grown ups, this is probably the first kind of kiss he ever gave you and even if it was just a social expectation, it’s still a memory Edmund cherishes. Nose kisses are also a big thing with him, but only because they make you giggle, which he loves.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

I mean first and foremost, Edmund is going to tell you he loves you about a million times a day. He’d probably be a lot like Wesley in the Princess Bride novel, where he’d be having the most mundane conversation with you like “Yes it’s supposed to rain a lot over the next fortnight so Peter wants to gather some workers and help sandbag the farmlands to avoid flooding and also I love you.” He says it pretty much any time it pops into his head.

He’d also try to show you in lots of other ways. Spending quality time is a big one since he’s busy and has so many people needing his attention. He relishes the quiet moments the two of you have together, evenings spent reading or playing chess, peaceful mornings snuggled up in bed. These don’t happen as often as he’d like, so if you suggest wanting to “stay in” on the rare occasion he does have some time off, he’ll eat the opportunity right up.

Acts of service would be another one, he wants to try and help with whatever you need. If you write poetry and need someone as a test audience? He’s your guy. If you knit and need someone to hold your yarn while you spool it? Ed’s there. Any hobbies you have, he’s going to want to want to be an active participant and barring that, he’ll be as helpful as he can.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Honestly this is so cheesy but probably your first kiss.

If the two of you met and had an organic relationship, that memory to Edmund reflects the moment you started to belong to each other. Before that, the two of you were just friends. Close friends, but Ed always secretly hoped for more. And then with that one little action, everything changed. The two of you went from friendship to all the possibilities a new romance brings in a matter of seconds.

He thinks about it all the time, the way his heart was in his throat, the warmth in his gut when your lips met his, the pretty flush on your cheeks afterwards. He’d replay every moment leading up to the kiss too, trying to sort out exactly when you may have decided to kiss him or let him kiss you. Sometimes he gets himself all flustered and silly just thinking about it, and then he has to go and find you just so he can recreate the experience all over again.

If the two of you were in a arranged marriage though and your first kiss happened at your wedding, Edmund still treasures that memory. You were little more than strangers, but he still felt his heart skip a beat when he lifted your veil and saw you looking back up at him with bright, sincere eyes. And when he felt you kiss him back, chaste and quick as the kiss was? It was in that moment Edmund started to fall for you. Neither of you had asked to be put in this situation, yet here you were giving him your trust and kindness anyway. How could he not love someone like that???

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

I’ve talked about this a little before, but honestly for Edmund it would and always will be Jadis coming back.

He knows in his heart that he’s safe, at least. He trusts Aslan enough to know that no matter what happens, Jadis isn’t ever getting hold of him ever again. But when it comes to his family, his romantic partner and any future children he may have? Well, that’s when things get a little dicey.

As he and his family got older, they’d see Aslan less and less. And while Edmund still has a lot of faith in him, he’s also only human. When you care about people, you worry about them, and worry can lead to doubt.

He’d try to ease his anxiety by gathering any and all knowledge available on Jadis and her history with Narnia. Obviously a lot of what’s available in print has either been suppressed or destroyed, so he’s relying mainly on oral resources or archival materials related to Jadis as a secondary topic ie. anything about the Deep Magic.

This wouldn’t be an easy way to get the information he’s looking for, a lot of it is contradictory or parts of it written in languages that are no longer used. Still, Edmund would do the best he could to try and glean SOMETHING from what’s available to him. As far as he’s concerned, when it comes to your safety and the safety of his family, he will go to the ends of Narnia itself to ensure it.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Ed’s in love he’s…well, distracted. If he’s sparring with Peter, his brother may score a couple of easy hits Ed would normally block. Lucy might have to say his name a few times before he notices she’s trying to ask him something. Susan would find lots of abandoned teacups around the library, their contents half drunk and gone cold.

Of course, they all immediately know what’s going on and will tease him relentlessly. Or rather Peter and Lucy will do it openly, while Susan insists she wouldn’t stoop to such lows but really she’s just more subtle about it.

I imagine the conversation going a little something like this. Lucy would say Edmund’s name several times in succession but he’s staring out the window or into the fireplace at the fire, clearly off in his own world. Peter would go “Never mind, Lu, I’ll take care of it” followed by “Oh HELLO Y/N”

Edmund would immediately snap to attention, turning to face the doorway with bright and eager eyes. Peter and Lucy of course dissolve into giggles, which makes Edmund huff and cross his arms. Susan would try and scold them for picking on Edmund, but she’s smiling too so it doesn’t really have the desired effect.

This all comes from a place of love, of course, but Ed also knows he is NEVER going to live it down.

When it comes to you and realizing Ed has a crush on you depends on how well you can read people in general. If you’re perceptive enough, you might pick up on it. If not, he’s going to be the same Edmund as always. I can’t see him really being the type to flirt or try to seduce you, at most you’ll see him more often.

Like he’s suddenly just around a lot more and while you can’t place your finger on why, that doesn’t mean you aren’t happy to see him either. Despite you knowing how busy he is, he magically has all the time in the world where you’re concerned.

Planning to go to the market later? He’ll tag along. Want to take a trail ride? He’s there. Need something off a high shelf? Oh look here comes Ed just in time. He’s 100% blowing off royal duties and the like to be with you, but don’t worry too much about it. If Peter catches you two, Edmund’s the one who’s going to be in trouble anyway.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Probably just the typical stuff. Darling, sweetheart, dear, dearest, love. The only one I can kind of see being different for him is beloved if the two of you have been married for awhile, and probably only if you’re either very upset and need comfort or if the two of you have been…doing what married couples do lol.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship

With Edmund, I feel like the most beneficial “quirk” he has is his ability to negotiate and work through arguments.

Is this more of a slowly acquired skill than a quirk? Yes, but you can’t deny it isn’t both incredibly helpful and also sometimes incredibly annoying.

If you’re the type who wants to argue to blow off steam, Ed is going to drive you up the wall. When you come at him, sassing off and ready to GO, he’s not going to match your energy. Instead, he’s going to be calm and reasonable which will probably just piss you off more but he’s going to keep being so rational which will in turn just amp you up but again he refuses to give you the reaction you want which just makes you angrier and...well, you get the idea.

You're probably going to want to take up some kind of athletic hobby if this is you, like sword fighting or something along those lines. Trust me, it'll be much easier to take out your frustrations on a training dummy then it would be to goad Ed into getting angry with you. Better yet, go rattle Peter's cage a bit. He's always down for a good ol' fashioned argument or snark off, plus there's the added entertainment value for Edmund.

If you aren't the confrontational sort though? Well, the two of you are going to be perfect together. Edmund is an excellent communicator, he won't ever raise his voice to you and is generally pretty good at keeping emotion out of the equation so he can consider every aspect of the problem. Whether this is an issue that involves the two of you directly, or a problem you're having with someone else, Edmund will help walk you through it.

Please go to him when you're all worked up, he loves nothing more than to help you and has mastered telling someone to go fuck themselves in a way that still sounds polite. With him on your side, you'll never lose an argument ever again...except maybe sometimes to him lol. But again, he states his point so well and so sensibly that you don't find yourself minding too much either.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

I almost wasn't going to do this one because CS Lewis never actually published any music that exists within the Narnia universe, unlike say GRR Martin or Tolkien. HOWEVER, I am also extremely stubborn, a former English major and a choir kid at heart. This means I have a weirdly expansive knowledge of English and Celtic folk songs, and I finally settled on this one.

Now, obviously this is a modern recording (from 1996) BUT this is an old af song, and it sounds like to me that it would be sung around Narnia as a folk ballad because why not?

I figure your connection to Edmund through this song is because the both of you have heard the other one humming it on some occasion. Then, one day, maybe before the two of you get together, Edmund drops a yellow apple into your lap.

You didn't ask him for it, and he didn't say anything about giving it to you. Suddenly, there it was sitting on the open pages of your book or atop your embroidery or something. And you look up at him, and he gives you that wry smile that makes him look like a boy again, and you just know. This is his overture, his way of telling you he loves you without actually saying outright lest you break his heart. And you take a bite of that yellow apple, and it's so sweet and crisp and perfect, and from then on, that's who Edmund was to you. Fresh apples, chaste kisses and ballads hummed softly on warm, sunny afternoons.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Give it time, and there won't be a lot Edmund hides from you. Lying and keeping secrets has gotten him in trouble before, and he's sworn he's never going back. He realizes now, that honesty is the best policy and needing help doesn't make him weak. Plus, if you've been together for long enough you'll be able to read him so well he won't have much luck hiding things from you anyway.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

I think it depends on the situation, really.

If the two of you grew up together, well, years in that case. The two of you were always very affectionate, but it didn't turn romantic until the two of you were in your late teens. In that particular situation, falling in love was just the natural next step. It's familiar, cozy, and nobody is surprised when Edmund announces he intends to court you officially. That courting period is also really just a formality, your family always knew you were going to end up with Edmund from the first time he came to visit.

If the two of you have an arranged marriage however? Well, that's going to change things. Did you want to get married? Do you actually like Edmund at first or did you get a poor first impression? Do you have an old love you're still holding a torch for? These are all going to influence how your relationship with Ed goes past the wedding. Depending on any of these factors, you could be looking at anything from six months to a few years.

Proximity would really be key in deciding how that relationship plays out. Edmund probably knows the chances of romantic love happening instantly in a romantic relationship are slim to none. But he hopes to be friends at least, you're stuck with each other so why not make the best of it? He isn't looking for anything else, but he's also such a charming, sweet man that in the end you probably couldn't help yourself.

After being around him for so much time, you'd eventually ease into loving him properly. From then on, the charade you have for the court as a married couple stops being a charade and becomes a little glimpse for everyone into what the relationship actually is behind closed doors. All it takes is the right spark for this to eventually blossom into a full blown romance.

If the two of you meet when you're grown and form a relationship without the pressure of impending matrimony, then that's what's going to have the shortest amount of time between when you first meet and when you become a couple. Edmund would make his intentions clear within a couple of months of knowing you, and from there a typical courting period would follow.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Hugs. So many hugs. Anyone remember that scene in Zootopia where Judy walks over to Nick and bumps her head against his chest while she's crying? That's Edmund. You can work out the details later. At first, his main priority is going to be to hold you close and put himself between you and whatever's got you so worked up. He won't mind in the least if you want to cry on him either. If anything, that just makes him squeeze tighter with maybe a few "It's alright, love" or "I'm heres" murmured into your hair.

Once you've calmed down a bit, then he's ready to listen. Just pour your heart out to him, he won't miss a single detail and he'll be sure to help you work through any problem no matter how convoluted or insignificant it seems. He will also probably get someone to bring you some tea or make a cup himself while you're filling him in. What can I say? The English are like us Maritimers in that aspect, nothing can't be fixed with a good, warm cuppa.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Edmund's proud of a few things, even if he's a little more subtle about them. His family, for one. He loves his siblings so much and every accomplishment of theirs is worth celebrating no matter how small.

He's also very proud of his kingdom. Narnia is his home, his salvation and his joy. He wouldn't be who he is without it, and he wants you to try and understand that the best you can. Expect to go on lots of trips to little out of the way wonders you didn't even know about, and lots of scenic locations on dates. Admire each and every inch with Edmund, from local folk festivals to sunsets to fields of wildflowers. There's nothing about this country he doesn't love, and the only thing better than experiencing it on his own is with you.

Edmund would also love showing you off. Whether you dress up or are just going casual for the day, he wants everyone to see you. To admire your beauty the way he does. The only thing he loves more than Narnia is you, and damned if he's going to rest until the world realizes it. Expect him to take you to lots of council meetings, political events and the like.

They may not involve you in the slightest, in fact you may sit there the whole time knitting or writing or sketching and not paying much attention, but that's okay. Edmund just wants you there for moral support and also again, so everyone can have a look at you. Each subtle touch to his arm, each whisper in his ear or kiss on his cheek. He relishes those little moments because it shows everyone he belongs to the most amazing woman in the world.

Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Edmund really, really doesn't want you fighting. He's seen the mess war makes, and wants you as far from that as possible. However, if you can hold your own in battle, then he'll at least concede once he witnesses it for himself. From then on, he's happy to fight alongside you, maybe even listing you as his second in tournaments, not that anyone can ever beat him lol.

If you're not the fighting type, however, then Edmund makes it his personal mission to be your knight in shining armour. Expect him to ask for your favour when he goes to fight or joust in tourneys or before going to battle. He may not want you anywhere near the bloodshed, but having those little reminders of what he's fighting for means he's all the more likely to come back to you in one piece.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

So very well. Good luck keeping secrets, because this man will be able to read you with a glance. This comes from Edmund's own pragmatic nature, as well as the fact that he needs to be able to read a room moments after entering. If you're even the least bit on edge, Ed will be pulling you aside for a quiet moment and won't rest until he gets to the bottom of things.

He'd also know you're pregnant the second you're sure of it yourself. All it would take is the slightest shift in your expression or the way you carry yourself, and boom, that's it. He'd be asking you about your health and baby names and won't leave well alone until you tell him. Like I said, good luck keeping secrets. He's clever and stubborn, not a winning combination for someone you're trying to hide things from.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

So with Edmund, I feel like there are two different proposals.

The first is going to be your private proposal. It may involve a ring, it may not. Case in point, Edmund is going to try and have quiet moment with you to ask before all the chaos that comes with a royal wedding beings.

He may take you to the spot where you had your first date, or arrange a special dinner or even just do it in the comfort of your own chambers. He'll probably either light some candles or get jars of fireflies or make use of some naturally bio-luminescent plants that grow around for mood lighting.

He'd probably also wrap a blindfold around your eyes or have you cover them before guiding you in. He's surprised you with things before, but you'd really have no idea what he's planning until you open your eyes or take the blindfold off and see him kneeling in front of you.

He wouldn't even be able to get the whole question out before you're down there with him, exclaiming "Yes, yes! Of course I will!" I between the many, many kisses you're giving him. If he gets a ring, it'll probably be a very simple silver band he had one of his dwarven friends make for you. You'll get a fancier, bejewelled ring later on when things are officially announced, but again Edmund still wants you to have something that's just for the two of you to share before the whole kingdom gets involved.

The formal proposal would come later, which would be a big ceremony with all the fanfare and everyone invited, royal, noble or otherwise. You'd be standing next to Edmund in front of the four thrones when he makes the announcement. A raucous cacophony of cheers would follow, the sound so loud you can feel it reverberating in the hollows of your collarbones.

This would be the one and only time anxiety would set in, because you'd realize that this means you aren't just going to be Edmund's wife, but a Queen of Narnia. However, before you can start to spiral Edmund would give your hand a squeeze, and your mind quiets. In spite of your doubts, he believes in you and your ability to rule alongside him. That and his love is more than enough to keep you going.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Spending time with you, his family, any children you may have together. Going for trail rides with you, or practising his swordplay.

It isn't often Edmund actually panics or gets stressed. He and Susan are the most clear headed of all their siblings. They're more likely to think or talk things through then they are to submit to blind emotion.

However, Edmund is only human, and sometimes the weight of the world literally gets to be too much. In those rare moments, he wants nothing more than to seek out the things that ground him and make him feel like a normal man.

If he suddenly gets very sooky and cuddly with you out of nowhere, or pulls you and the children away from what you're doing to go on a sudden day trip or you find him hacking away at a training dummy at odd hours? Check in with him. Odds are there's something bothering him, and he's trying to seek out support from you without worrying you directly.

#easter askbox event #edmund pevensie x reader #Edmund pevensie imagines #Narnia imagines #edmund pevensie

[thedawntreaders]

none of the pevensies come back the same after living in narnia. everyone knows this. but while you all focus on how going between two worlds over an expanse of time affects their psyche, i'm here realizing that peter pevensie would be sick of using pencils and pens to write.

they feel weighted between his knuckles, he realizes in school, when scribbling down notes becomes a lot more tedious than he remembers it to be. still, he tries to manage. he also notices that he takes a little longer than the average person to flesh out a rough draft essay during class time, much to his distress. in narnia, he had the entire day to plan out what he was going to write and virtually unlimited resources; what can he do with only a notebook made for submission and a couple hours? still, he tries to manage.

the final straw however, is when the professor takes off his glasses in frustration and huffs out an order for peter to work on his "chicken scratch". that's when peter's ego takes a hit, and he snatches back the paper to look at it. what makes things worse is that the professor is right. peter's handwriting looks absolutely shaky and unintelligible, as if he were a baby learning how to write all over again.

he has to do something about it.

"peter? peter!" lucy snaps her fingers in front of him. he blinks, once, twice, and shakes his head.

"what?" lucy rolls her eyes, and nods to their sister.

"i don't like that look on your face, it's the face you make when you're planning something utterly ridiculous," susan comments with a squint. peter waves her off.

"it's nothing, don't worry about it." edmund snorts, keeping his eyes trained on the page of his art history book. "well now she definitely is going to."

later that week, susan has to be physically restrained by edmund and lucy.

turns out, most feathers found on the ground are crushed beyond repair underneath the footsteps of everyday people. so, in order to fetch proper quills, peter performs the ultimate sacrifice for himself and his siblings...

and lunges after a bird.

#i'd like to think it was a valiant battle between peter and the bird #if any of you play legend of zelda. peter and the bird is like link and the cucco LMFAOOO #the best part is susan can't even explain the situation to the parents #mum: peter attacked... a bird #susan: stop making me sound like i'm the crazy one here ITS TRUE ask the others #edmund pays lucy to deny susan's story just for shits and giggles #i love chaotic siblings #tcon #tcon headcanons #tcon imagines #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #narnia headcanons #narnia imagines #pevensie headcanons #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie

[mgcldydrms]

I know I haven't been as active as I would've liked in the last month(s), however, work has been so stressful, and I really wanted to use my weekends for relaxation. BUT I have two weeks off now which I'm so excited about. I will go on holiday for a few days, nevertheless, I want to try and write/create something again.

here's my list of the characters I write for. If you have any requests (moodboards, one shots, blurbs, headcanons ... ), send them in. Just fyi I will delete all messages from my inbox because I feel as though I need a fresh start right now. <3

#stranger things imagines #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #bridgerton imagines #benedict bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton x reader #house of the dragon imagines #peaky blinders imagines #tommy shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #michael gray x reader #wednesday imagines #avatar imagines #draco malfoy x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #ron weasley x reader #cedric diggory x reader #narnia imagines #scream imagines #marvel imagines