#susan pevensie fanfiction

[hannaswritingblog]

Imagine: eating chocolates with Susan Pevensie

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

Suggested by @winterxisxcomingx

"Another one!?" you exclaim when Susan enters the room with a box of chocolates in her hands. "Who is that one from?"

"It's from my friend from university," she explains. Cheerful just a second before, she suddenly becomes a little solemn. "Well... I think he'd actually want to be something more than a friend."

"Why isn't he then?" you ask, opening the box and putting a chocolate in your mouth.

Susan takes a moment to think about the answer, picking a chocolate for herself and biting into it.

"I'm not entirely sure if I'm ready for that. It's good to have friends among boys and sometimes it's even nice to have the attention, but I'm not looking for anything long-term."

With a quick move she sets down the half-empty box of chocolates and claims:

"I shouldn't be eating those."

"But... why?" you ask her again, surprised.

"If those chocolates are meant to be a display of romantic affection which I can't give back, I'm not worthy of them."

"Okay, I'll eat them then," you say with a smile, grabbing the box. "I haven't got any this year, and it would be a shame if yours went to waste."

You hoped to cheer Susan up, and you can see it happen. She smiles back at you and takes another chocolate.

#I know this is from (likely) an interview and not from the movies lol but I saw this gif and thought it goes well with the idea #so I decided to use it because why not #also I know it's been a while since valentine's day so this had to be the first thing I finally publish lol #hanna's writing #hannaswritingblog #fanfiction #imagine #gif imagine #the chronicles of narnia #the chronicles of narnia fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia imagine #susan pevensie #susan pevensie fanfiction #susan pevensie imagine #susan pevensie x reader #reader insert #female reader #suggested #winterxisxcomingx

[quecksilvereyes]

sometimes i think about narnia and i vibrate out of my skin like...

you walk into a world you cannot understand, frozen and dying, and it is you who thaws it. you who kills the witch, you who breaks the stone table, you who slays the wolf. it is you who is crowned and it is you who wails for two worlds when the wardrobe doors shut behind you.

your skin never sits quite right and your teeth are too dull. there are wars in your bones and decades in your eyes before you can reach the telephone on the wall.

you are king. you are queen. they won't let you read the newspapers at breakfast.

it calls you back from beyond a train and from within paint. begs with bloody palms and salt-crusted cheeks. takes from you all that you can give - and sends you back.

you watch your sister fade.

you are a child twice and an adult once. and when you stand in your home again, with crushed bones and the smell of coal still in your nose, you watch them sneer at your sister.

your sister is the sun above you. she is, beautiful and stone-cast, alive in a world you could never stomach. she smiles, still, and stretches her skin over human bones.

she is no longer a friend of narnia. do you tell them it is her who has to bury you all and the stars that are falling from the skies in shards?

#narnia #narnia fanfiction #narnia fic #the problem of susan #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #the kings and queens of old #the golden age #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #prince caspian #the voyage of the dawn treader #the last battle

[wrenwreads]

a glass... or two!

sick of seeing his little brother and their best-friend just simply ogle at each other, peter decides to take matters into his own hands.

request for @edmundpevensielover : EDMUND PEVENSIE X READER

LOTS OF FLUFF AND ED AND READER HIDE THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER MAYBE SHE (READER) GETS TRICKED BY PETER (AT THE PEVENSIES' CHRISTMAS PARTY) TO DRINK AND SHE (READER) GETS DRUNK AND MAKES OUT WITH EDMUND AND THEY PRETEND IT DIDN'T HAPPEN AND SUSAN CATCHES THEM MAKING OUT AGAIN.

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warning/s: mentions of alcohol and reader being drunk a bit tipsy

genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers (or is it?)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this has been in my requests for god knows how long, i do apologise for only getting to it now. i did change it up a bit from what anon originally requested, hope that's okay!

How do you make two obviously in love individuals realise their feelings for each other when the said two individuals are also too oblivious for their own good?

That was the same question Peter had going on in his head.

It has been too long.

Way too long since his little brother — Edmund, admitted he has feelings for Y/N — someone he has grown close to over the years, who also happens to be Edmund’s best friend since forever. Also including the fact that same Y/N did the exact same thing Edmund did, only a week later.

Some would say that Peter is in a huff. Jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed as he walks down the halls of the castle towards the library. A bit too niche of a topic for him to be in a huff about — but he's only human after all, and only wants happiness for the two. Gratefully, as a king, he can hide the reason behind his frustration by blaming his duties — claiming they were starting to get too much. People seem to buy it, except for two. 

“Peter, are you alright? You’ve been sighing like a mad man since you sat down.”

Lucy’s question only had the young king sighing again, not missing the way Lucy and Susan shared a glance before him.

“It’s those two,” he answers, nodding towards the two figures who had seemed to tuck themselves against each other under one of the castle’s big library shelves.

Both Lucy and Susan follow Peter’s gaze, faux fatigue lacing their shoulders as they watch Y/N and Edmund share fond looks to each other as they immerse into a novel. Y/N was holding the book, conveniently keeping it up between the two of them to read. Edmund had himself stood as support for the young girl who had relaxingly rested upon his chest, his arm behind her — flat against the surface to keep his weight on, allowing both of them to stay upright.

It would be a moment for couples — only if they were one.

“Who do you think will confess first?” Lucy loudly wondered. Although, not too loud to pop the bubble Edmund and Y/N had themselves in. Peter hummed, suddenly alert as if he wasn’t just huffing a few minutes ago. His sisters looked at him, eyes waiting for him to say something.

“What? Isn’t it obvious? I’m sure Y/N will say something first.”

Susan silently scoffs, mouth opening as if someone had just offended her. “Don’t think so lowly of Edmund, would you? I know it’s going to be him.”

“Ed, do you know what colours Peter’s planning for this year?” the young woman asks as she welcomes herself into Edmund’s bedroom. Upon hearing no answer and only the sounds of water running, she assumes he’s still busy giving himself a wash. Thinking he’ll be taking a while, she sits on the four-poster — fussing herself around as she gets comfortable, crossing her legs underneath herself. Relaxing in her seat, she opens the book she had on her hold — continuing where she had left off.

Getting herself lost in the plot, she fails to realise the sound of water stopping nor the fact that Edmund had come out of the washroom and had asked a question himself. It was only when the mattress beneath her dipped did she look up from her page, seeing Edmund looking fresh — wet hair dripping all over his sheets. “You’re not laying down with wet hair, are you?” Y/N asks, eyes narrowing at the sly smile growing on Edmund’s face. “No.” he simply answered, further provoking her as he slowly ascends on to his pillows.

Y/N only sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands up from her position to grab the stray towel the boy had half-mindedly discarded. “Come on,” she says, tapping his thigh lightly, “this way you won’t be waking up tomorrow, complaining about a mind-blowing head ache you have.”

Edmund scoffs at her dramatics, swinging his legs off to the edge of the bed. Y/N settles herself between his thighs, hands under the towel as she carefully dries Edmund’s hair.

He sighs, eyes closing and his hands making its way to her waist. He keeps them there, finding himself getting drowsy at the feeling of Y/N’s fingers through his hair and the soft humming she emits. “I like it when you dry my hair for me,” he whispers, eyes still closed. Y/N laughs softly, giving his hair once last swipe before putting the towel aside. Combing the strands lightly, she finishes her routine with a soft kiss to his head. “I know you do.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself this year, Pete! The party’s amazing!”

Peter laughs, amused at the unnecessary volume Y/N spoke. “I can hear you perfectly you know. No need to shout,” he teases, laughing again at the pout forming on her lips. “Do you know where Edmund went?! I’ve been looking for him all night, I have something to say to him!”

His eyes widen at the girl’s question. Could this finally be it?

As if on cue, Edmund presents himself — although a bit tipsy himself, not as much as Y/N is though. “What’s going on?”

“Ed!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around Edmund’s torso. The boy manages to catch himself from falling, giggling to himself as he too reciprocates the hug. “Oh dear, how many have you had?”

Y/N removed herself from Edmund, hands on her hips as she appears to be deep in thought. Edmund looks at his brother for an answer, only that Peter remains silent. Raising his arms halfway up in the air feigning innocence. She suddenly gasps in her place, quickly spinning around to face Peter. “You gave me two! And then… I think I grabbed another two. And maybe… Idunnoanymore, Ithink…” her words began slurring into each other, earning a chuckle from both brothers. Edmund feels himself slowly sobering up at her antics, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. “It’s bed time, don’t you think?”

“No… nonono, notyet—”

Peter remains silent from where he had stood himself, not before moving a little further away from where the pair were standing. He watches as Edmund remains calm, a dopy smile on his face as he dotes on you and your blabbing. He mentally pats himself on the back, triumph enveloping him as he hopes his initial plan of getting you together (finally) happens.

“Come on, my love, just a few more steps…” Edmund encourages, guiding his very drunk girlfriend back to his bedroom in one piece.

One day he’ll get Peter’s head for this.

As soon as the door opens — Y/N escapes Edmund’s grasp, almost catapulting herself onto the bed. She relaxes herself, taking a few deep breaths in before sitting back up. “Do you think… they know?” she hiccups, eyes barely open to look at Edmund.

Edmund feels his heart swell at the sight, his eyes giving nothing but love as he slowly helps Y/N get ready for bed. “I don’t think so,” he begins, wiping a damp wash cloth over her face – a hand gingerly placed under her chin to keep her from swaying. “But I do think Peter wants us to quicken up a bit, be together officially. Maybe that’s why he gave you too many to drink.”

She lets out a small huff, a pout on her lips. “But we already are together, Ed. It’s not our fault they remain oblivious.”

“I know, my love. What about we tell them tomorrow? How does that sound? Surprise them during breakfast, hm?”

Y/N laughs, a sound never failing to sound like music to Edmund’s ears. “That’s… good…” yawns break her words apart. Edmund slowly guides her to lay down, ensuring his actions are not too sudden for her to suddenly feel nauseous. “Let’s go to bed then, now, shall we?”

Not even finished with his sentence and Y/N’s were already closed, hands tugging onto the blankets to snuggle herself in further. Edmund smiles, standing up from where he perched onto the edge of the bed to now get himself ready. Right as he enters the washroom, a question is suddenly asked.

 “Ed, are you even drunk?”

He just laughs, not having the heart yet to tell you that he had caught on to Peter’s game very early on to the night. Not that he can for your soft snores had followed your question aright after.

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

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[riordanness]

cardigan — [e.pevensie]

wordcount: 1.5K

warnings: not technically x reader as ‘reader’ is named Belle

requested: no

“She won’t stop staring.”

“Then stop looking.”

Belle has to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the ridiculous Telmarine soldiers. They’re both clearly terrified of their mission, and are both riddled with anxiety about the entire thing. Which is hilarious.

“You could just let me go,” she says nonchalantly. “Save yourself the risk of aggravating the woods’ spirits.”

The Telmarine facing her gives her a glare. His grip on the sword across his lap tightens.

Belle decides to shut up.

“Here will do,” the other soldier says, the oars in his hands slowing. “Let's just dump her and get it over with.”

The soldiers get to their feet unsteadily. The boat rocks, and Belle wonders what would happen if she tried to tip all three of them into the water. But before she can come up with a good way to execute that plan, the Telmarine snatches her up, grabbing her roughly by the arm.

“Drop them!” An unfamiliar female voice rings out, and stories of ghosts in the woods run through Belle’s mind. She half turns, and just has time to see four figures on the shore before she’s dropped, literally, into the cold water.

Bubbles surround Belle, and she’s disoriented instantly. Her bound wrists make it impossible to swim, so she sinks, struggling furiously to get loose. Her dress is heavy and sticking to her legs. Her chest is tightening, and black is crawling at the edges of her vision.

Then, something pulls at her, arms slide around her waist, and she is yanked out of the water. Belle gasps, practically drinking the air.

She’s pulled to shore, and laid down on the sand. Something cuts the ropes from her hands. She coughs for a second, getting her bearings back. Drowning was a very awful experience. Belle did not recommend it at all.

“Are you alright?” A girl’s voice asks her, a different one from before, younger.

Belle reacts, twisting as she rises, her dagger, which was previously concealed in her skirts, at the young girl’s throat within seconds.

Shouting erupts from behind them, and Belle glanced to see three others, two boys and an older girl, all with weapons at the ready. The girl has an arrow aimed at Belle’s heart, and both boys have their swords raised.

“Drop it,” the older boy tells her, and his voice is hard and commanding, like he’s used to giving orders.

The girl at Belle’s side doesn’t look particularly scared. “It’s okay,” she promises. “We’re friends.”

Belle narrows her eyes. “How would I know that?”

“Well,” the older girl says, “we did just save your life.”

“Actually, that was me.” It’s the younger boy this time. Belle focuses on him. He has dark hair that’s slightly curly and wet. He looks about her age, and his clothes are wet too. “Don’t worry,” he says to Belle. “We are friends. We won’t hurt you. Just please let Lucy go?”

Belle takes a step back from Lucy, still watching them all carefully. “Fine. Thanks for saving me. Bye.” She turns, but doesn’t even make it three steps before the older boy calls after her.

“Wait!”

She sighs, and looks at them.

“We don’t even know your name.” The older girl has her bow away now, but her eyes look plenty vicious enough for Belle. She doesn’t trust them; any of them.

“I’m Belle,” she says flatly. “Now can I go?”

“Why were they trying to drown you?” Lucy looks up at Belle, and her childlike innocence warms Belle’s heart. She has pretty eyes, too, Belle thinks, full of bravery and fearlessness and determination.

“Because I ran away from the castle where I was, well, a servant of sorts. Because I’m on the side of the true king. And because Miraz is a tyrant,” Belle says.

“Whoa Miraz?” the older boy asks.

Belle raises an eyebrow. “Where have you been living lately? Under a rock? He’s the sort of King? Of Narnia?”

“Narnia?” Lucy gasps. “So it is Narnia!”

Belle frowns. “Uh. Yes. This is Narnia. I’m confused.”

The four all exchange looks. “We’ll tell you,” the older girl tells Belle. “But you have to tell us your story first.”

Belle shrugs. “Whatever.”

Soon enough, the five of them are seated around a campfire. The sun is going down, and Belle’s still-wet dress is chilling her to the core. She doesn’t say anything about it, though.

“So,” she starts, accepting a toasted apple from Lucy. “I’m a handmaid in Miraz’s palace. He’s the brother of the king, but he’s basically put himself in the role of king ever since King Caspian the Ninth died. His son, Caspian the Tenth, should be king, but Miraz doesn’t want that. He wants the throne to himself, you see. Anyways, I’m on the side of Caspian and the old Narnians, so I helped him escape a few nights ago. Miraz’s wife had a baby boy, so he wants to kill Caspian and make himself the king, now that he has an heir.”

Belle takes a bite of the apple, and it’s surprisingly good. “I was going to be executed because they somehow found out I helped Caspian.”

“Yikes,” the younger boy says, throwing his apple core into the flames. “Cool story.”

The older girl is watching Belle. “So what’s your plan now?” she asks.

Belle shrugs. “Go into the woods. Find Caspian and help him to get his throne back, I guess. We were always really close at the palace, since I grew up there and we’re not too far apart in age.”

The emotions in her voice must have been more obvious than she thought, because Lucy shuffles over to sit beside her, their shoulders touching. Belle gives the girl a soft smile, before she glanced up at the other three.

“So?” she says. “What’s your story?”

The older two exchange a glance. “We’re the kings and queens of old,” the older boy says. “I’m High King Peter, the Magnificent.”

Belle isn’t even that shocked. She’s kind of guessed it by now, even though it was impossible. “You know you guys should be about 1200 years old now, right?”

The younger boy chuckles. “I’m Edmund.”

Belle nods her head at him. “I figured. And you must be Queen Susan?” She glances at the older girl. Susan smiles gently.

“Just Susan is fine.”

Belle salutes. “Whatever you say, Just Susan.”

Edmund laughs again, but tries to hide it with a cough.

Belle stands, shaking her heavy skirts as best she can. It’s an awful material, still holding most of the water from earlier in its skirts. She lets out an angry sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy asks.

“Oh, it’s my dress,” Belle sighs, sitting back down. “They didn’t let me change for the execution and I was doing heavy cleaning this morning. It’s a really terrible dress to wear while it’s wet.”

Lucy looks at Edmund. “Do we still have our school things?” she asked excitedly.

Edmund nods, slowly at first but then he seems to get the idea. “I’ll get them.” He hurries over to the rowboat, which now has a small pile of their things next to it. He brings back over a white shirt and black pants, as well as a strange black skirt.

“Here,” he hands them to Belle. “Sorry—they’re mostly boy’s things but you look about my size and Susan ruined her shirt earlier. But there’s my shirt and pants and Su’s skirt if you'd rather that.”

Belle offers him a smile. “Thank you, King Edmund.”

“No need to call me King,” he says back, as he lays himself back onto the sand. His black hair is messy and reflects the fire’s flickering light.

“I’m just going to go get changed in the tree line,” Belle tells the group. “If I ain’t back in five, panic.”

The others grin as she heads off, the clothes bundled in her arms. Behind a tree, she pulls her dress off over her head, depositing it in a bush. She then peels off her petticoats and corset, leaving only her thin under-bodice and under-shorts on. Belle then tried on Edmund’s shirt, which fits surprisingly well. It’s an odd kind of shirt though, a lot stiffer than ones she’s used to mending. She buttons it up, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows and leaving the top two buttons undone. Now that she isn’t wet, it’s a pretty warm night.

Belle decides to wear the skirt, as she is shorter than Edmund and doesn’t want to wear his pants if they’ll be too long. They’d just be a tripping hazard. She instead pulls on Susan’s skirt, buttoning it up on the side. It’s also very strange, but comfortable, and very freeing and easy to move in. It stops just above her knee. Belle runs her hands through her hair, which has long since come undone and is tangled and knotted due to the water.

Feeling somewhat presentable, Belle scoops up the clothes from the ground and heads back to the fire.

Edmund’s eyes are on her at once, and she isn’t sure if the heat in her cheeks is from him or the fire.

“Oh—“ Edmund stutters a little. “That… you look good in those.”

Belle smiles, a little triumphant. “They’re quite comfortable. Thank you, Edmund.”

“Anytime,” he replies softly. “Anytime.”

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[narnianskys]

His soldiers have seen the High King stand atop a hill drenched in blood. Have heard him uttered a battle cry so full of rage their bones rattled. Have felt the edge of his blade on their skin in training. 

They fear him.

His siblings have seen the High King chase the littlest of them in a game of tag. Have heard his joy filled laugh from across a room. Have felt his arms around them in a warm embrace.

They love him.

Soldiers have sat around a fire and spoken of him. The ones who have only seen him on the field. The ones who go home and tell their families of the tariffing High King who stands ten feet tall and whose teeth are stained with the blood of his enemies. They have called him “The Magnificent” like he is some lofty god of war and rage. As if calling him his true name is meant for only the most important of people.

  His siblings have sat at the dinner table with him. Bickering and poking fun at one another. There, at that table he is simply a tiresome older brother. Someone far too annoying to be anyone but a brother. The titles are stripped from his shoulders like a weight being lifted and he is left as only truest version of himself. Peter Pevensie. Susan, Edmond, and Lucy’s older brother. And that's the only thing he really ever wants to be.

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[thepremedthatwrites]

On the House (pt. 3)

Summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 1 | part 2

(Y/n) found her job boring. This was alarming because she had never felt this way before. In fact, she loved her job. The publishing industry was one of stiff competition and having a passion for the work was the bare minimum in order to be considered a competitive candidate. She loved being able to witness the process of a book being made, especially the beginning when the authors she worked with pulsated with excitement, knowing their life’s work was finally going to be revealed to the masses.

But she couldn’t focus on her work anymore. Instead, she went through the motions, unable to focus on anything except for the anticipation of the weekend. All her mind was set on was one thing. The Lamppost Cafe. Every Saturday all she could think about was going into the cafe at one o’clock and getting to see Peter again. Some days she even considered going earlier than her regular time but stopped herself, not wanting to see desperate in any way.

Ever since she learned his name, she kept repeating it to herself. She would say it to herself while making her morning coffee, or while she was showering. It was like a mantra for her. She even found herself waking up sometimes with the name still fresh on the tip of her tongue. As if she expected him to be laying on the other side of the bed, responding to her call. 

Saturday came at an agonizing pace but soon enough she was grabbing her bag and book before heading for the cafe. After slugging through the week, the walk energized her. She felt the wind blow through her hair as she went, her eyes wide with excitement as the cafe came into view. She didn’t hesitate to walk up to the register where Peter was waiting for her. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it, but it felt as though his smile brightened as she neared him. “The usual?” he asked, already ringing her up.

“How did you know?” (y/n) joked, flashing him a smile. There was a pause as their eyes caught each other. He broke first, looking down at the register to read out the total. (Y/n) blinked a few times, as if it would flush away the pink that had started to grow on her cheeks. She began digging through her bag to find her wallet. “Actually, you know what, it’s on the house.”

“Really?” (y/n) responded. Behind Peter, she could his siblings pausing what they were doing and stealing quick glances at them. “Is there a certain sale today?”

“Oh no, it’s just you always come here. Think of it as us showing you our thanks for your support.” He let out a chuckle before flashing a quick smile. He was now rocking his weight back and forth and his eyes were back on the register. 

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you guys!” she responded, a bright smile growing on her face. “Thank you so much!” Peter looked up at her and she could tell his face was a shade redder than it had been when she first entered the cafe. 

“It’s my pleasure,” he said. (Y/n) let out a small giggle, remembering the first time he had said the strange phrase when he had brought out her order. “I’ll bring over your order once it’s ready.” She nodded before making her way to her usual table. 

As Peter walked towards the back, Susan said in a low voice, “I hope you’re planning on covering the cost for your girlfriend.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah whatever. And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yet,” Lucy added, chuckling as she started to steep the tea. Peter only scoffed before stealing a glance at (y/n). He hoped his face felt much more warm than it actually looked. If she had noticed his blush, he wouldn’t be able to face her again. How unprofessional it would be for a customer to believe he was flirting with her! Of course, he was only offering free food and drink because she was a regular. It wasn’t anything with romantic undertones. At least that’s what he would say if his siblings questioned him. But deep down, he knew the truth. He knew that he spent a bit longer getting ready on Saturdays and that as the clock neared one o’clock he took his place at the register even though he hated dealing with the confusing machinery that somehow always malfunctioned when he used it. 

“Well, are you going to give your girlfriend her order?” Susan asked, already putting the cup and plate into his hands.

“Quit calling her that, will you?” 

“Oh, do you prefer future Mrs. Pevensie?” 

“Very funny.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to do my job.” He walked away before his sister could add one last remark. As he neared (y/n)’s table, he could feel his face warming once again. “Here’s your order,” he said, placing the stuff down onto the table.

“Oh, thank you,” (y/n) replied, putting down her book. 

“Haven’t you already read that one?” Peter felt his face become even warmer as he said that, realizing he had given away the fact that he had been watching her for the past few weeks. She let out a small laugh and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. 

“I fear I don’t have many books, so I cycle through them constantly.”

“Well, there’s a bookstore right down the street. Their prices are pretty low and they have a pretty wide variety of books.”

“Oh that’s sound wonderful. I should definitely check them out some time.” There was a pause. The girl looked up at him, the smile she was wearing turning somewhat playful. “This is the part where you suggest taking me to the bookstore.” She wasn’t sure where the confidence had come from but she was glad she said it as a wide smile grew on Peter’s face.

“I’m off tomorrow, does that work?”

“Perfect. We’ll meet here?”

“Is one o’clock good for you?”

“It always is,” she replied, smiling into her cup of tea as she took a long sip, the honey warming her throat on the way down.

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[sparklewrites1]

"We spoke often of Narnia in the days that followed. And when my cousins left, after the war ended... I missed them with all my heart."

IM NOT FUCKING OKAY IM CRYIN RN

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[lol-end-me]

we need more narnia fics fr

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(Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader)

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Summary: "He turned around, and the world seemed to stop around him. She had followed him: into another timeline, into another universe." In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).

I like you(r) - ღ

(Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader) - 1.3k words

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Summary: Sebastian likes a lot of things about you, like your sweet perfume... or your lips

Loved like...? - ❀/ღ

(Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader) - 0.57k words

AO3

Summary: Sebastian finds out about his new favourite part of your body

Arranged Heartbreak - ☂/ღ

(Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader) - 15k words

AO3

Summary: "He felt a sudden urge to lean in, to kiss her and show her that all this courtesy and proper behaviour meant nothing to him. He just wanted her. He just wanted to be hers." Falling in love had never been easy. Falling in love with an upper-class muggle-born? A recipe for assured heartbreak.

Apple Of My Eye - ღ

(Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader) - 1k words

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Summary: You've been getting headaches for a while - far too long for Sebastian’s comfort, and he can't help but worry.

Cobwebs - ღ

(Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader) - 2k words

AO3

Summary: When a festival in your hometown causes you to dress up with medieval clothes, dance and act, Sebastian couldn't be happier and more proud - until he realises you will have a partner through all of it. And the partner is not him.

I need you. - ☂/ღ

(Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader) - 1.1k words

AO3

Summary: Sebastian has different ways of dealing with being hurt. One of them is burying his face in your chest while you cuddle him.

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Ominis Gaunt

Strained - ღ

(Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader) - 0.97k words

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Summary: exams have taken a toll on you and your health - especially your eyes. Thankfully, Ominis is there to take care of you.

Let me in. - ☂/ღ

(Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader) - 1k words

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Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never learned how to love. But he has you, and you're willing to teach him.

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Headcanons

Sebastian's wand (wood, core, and flexibility)

Ominis' wand (wood, core, and flexibility)

Sebastian Sallow is the type of boyfriend

Sebastian is a gentle hugger

Sebastian is the type to get random bursts of affection

Vampire!Sebastian

Sebastian love bombs

Sebastian is protective

Sebastian lacks love

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Harry Potter

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#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #harry potter fandom #hogwarts legacy fanfic #susan pevensie #hermione granger #ron weasley #ginny weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #anne sallow #ravenelyx #masterlist #ravenelyx masterlist #draco malfoy #wizarding world #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow fic #ominis gaunt fanfiction

[sharpestsatire]

the sweet air of narnia

Fandom: the chronicles of narnia Relationships: Lucy Pevensie & Susan Pevensie & Peter Pevensie & Edmund Pevensie Characters: Lucy Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie Secondary characters: Mrs. Macready (once), Professor Digory Kirke (twice), Robert Pevensie (once), Randall Bagshot OC (once) Tags: the chronicles of narnia, post-lww, narnian air, narnia withdrawl Status: complete Length: 8 works, total of 6,174 words Summary: After the Pevensies fall out of the wardrobe, they are found immediately by Mrs. Macready. To her credit, she does not spend much time panicking over what looks like the four of them suffocating on nothing. OR: the pevensies fall out of the wardrobe and suffer withdrawal from narnian air. an angst-y series with a hopeful ending.

♛♚ start here | whole series on ao3 ♚♛

#the chronicles of narnia #fanfiction #archive of our own #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #me myself and i

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

a/n: this was requested a long time ago, so thank you the person who requested and I apologise for how long this took ...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

🌿ISTJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Neutral Good 🔮Virgo Sun, Scorpio Moon, Libra Rising  

𝑺𝑭𝑾 🌿

・You aren’t the partner Susan thought she would end up with. But somehow you ended up being better than anyone she could have imagined

・Where Susan is logical, you’re emotional. She sees problems and automatically goes into solution mode, where you see a problem ... and panic

・You make her laugh all the time, and that’s what one of the things she loves most about you

・You can make any situation light-hearted somehow. Even if you don’t mean to. May it be by your facial expressions, your off-hand comments or eye rolling. You just have a way of making things seem not so horrible

・You aren’t like any of her siblings, but if you had to be compared, then Lucy would be the closest in personality. You both get along very well. But you do hold a special place in your heart for Edmund. Because he still kicks himself for his actions with the White Witch

・You ... endure Peter... well, at first you did. At first you hated him. He was an arrogant ass (and sometimes still is) but you grew to love him too. Because of one night when a lord from another kingdom came and said you shouldn’t get married to Susan because of your gender

・Peter stood up for you. He didn’t take those comments lightly and reminded the lord who was in charge. 

・And afterwards, when it was just the four Pevensies and you, you and Susan ran and hugged Peter. 

・He sees you as another sister, and whenever he sees you, he kisses both your cheeks and hugs you tightly

・Because you bring a lot of joy, wherever you go

・Your love story with Susan started with a sprained foot and a few tears. Absolute romance. 

・And from that riding accident grew affection, friendship and love. 

・You like to get Susan leather-bound journals so that she can record all the information she wants about Narnia. 

・You can often find the second oldest Pevensie in the library, the throne room (she’s the one who listens to the qualms and issues of the Narnias) or out riding

・Susan has shown you how to shoot an arrow and you aren’t that bad at it. But you prefer the little dagger that Lucy gave to you one Christmas 

・You and Susan married three years after knowing each other (and of course being in a relationship). 

・Edmund was the one who spurred Susan into action. Because you felt like yuou didn’t have the authority to ask for her hand

・Your shared quarters are the highest in the castle. Because Susan loves going to the tallest part of the castle and watching the stars (she loves astronomy)

・A lot of your conversations are you ranting and Susan nodding along. She’s learned not to tell you to ‘look at the other person’s perspective’. Because you just want her to listen and AGREE with you 

・Susan loves hot baths, and you’ll often make one up for her after a long day 

・Oh and you LOVE shining the Pevensie’s crowns. Even though they don’t expect you to ... and often tell you not to because that’s not your station... you love making them sparkle. And it takes a chore away from the servants 

・You love pulling jokes on Peter and Edmund with Lucy. She follows you around like a lost puppy

・There’s an owl that visits the pair of you often. You thought maybe he just liked to fly to your window because he’s always done that. But you’ve been seeing him follow you

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Now, Susan wasn’t so into giving you a pet name. She thought they were a bit silly, but now she’s gotten used to the idea of love. She calls you darling, and only darling. It’s a very special name. One that has a lot of love behind it, because it’s what her mother calls her and her siblings. 

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Gift-giving and Words of Affirmation. Susan spends a lot of time thinking of the perfect gifts for you. Even if it isn’t your birthday, or an anniversary or special holiday. Whenever the idea hits, Susan has to get you a gift. But they’re very intricate and well-thought out. For example, she gave you a necklace that was pure gold, with different gemstones to represent you, her and her siblings (since they’ve become family to you):

(imagine the surrounding stones in rainbow order with red (ruby) in the middle, then garnet, citrine, emerald, sapphire and amethyst.)

The necklace isn’t as big as it looks in the image, and the gold gleams in the sunlight. It’s a gift she thought hard on, and actually went to each sibling to have their input. It made you feel so welcomed.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) by Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

  ✧ Logical, Doesn’t Show Emotion Until She Knows The Full Story (Susan) x Dramatic, Will Cause A Scene (You)

  ✧ Dumbass (You) x Oh God, I Guess That’s My Dumbass (Susan)

  ✧ Mature/Responsible (Susan) x Snarky/Fierce (You)

#susan pevensie #queen susan the gentle #susan pevensie headcanons #susan pevensie x reader #susan pevensie x you #the chronicles of narnia #narnia x you #narnia x reader #narnia #narnia fanfiction #susan pevensie fanfic #susan pevensie x female reader #lesbians #bisexual #pansexual #bi #LGBT #queer representation #witchthewriter #headcanons #wife headcanons

[wrenwreads]

she’s enough.

having her around? edmund knows for sure he’ll be alright.

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: nothing

genre: fluff, edmund pining over his bsf

word count: 591

a/n: got me giggling while i was writing lmao 😭

“It’s not fair.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as her best friend plopped himself flat on her bed.

Her parents had let her stay with the Pevensie’s at a professor’s house for shelter — who would have thought they would end up being leaders of a kingdom.

She had been crowned Queen Y/N the Eloquent. Her ever so good skills in speaking benefited their home like no other. They had fixed so many conflicts without drawing out blood with her help, the siblings wondered what they would have done if Edmund didn’t accidentally smack her in the head back when they were 4.

“What is it this time Eds?” she sighed, leaving the stack of books she was carrying from her own personal library to sit down next to Edmund’s body.

“It’s just Peter— and Susan— not to mention Lucy. Why is it always me! Why not y— them this time?! As if I can’t do anything like that. It's just I need time—“

“Eds! Edmund! Breath, please” she pleaded, concerned at the speed the words were coming out of his mouth. Edmund only remained quiet, his face flat on her bed. She sighed, standing up from her position, she — lightly — hit Edmund on the shoulder.

“Sit up!” she hissed.

Another hit.

“Sit up, you twat!”

The insult had the boy standing up in an instant, shooting daggers at the smile Y/N was playfully displaying. “Who’re you calling a twat?”. Edmund sounded offended, Y/N knew him too well that the question had an action behind it for her to fall for. “No one. Well… someone with the last name Pevensie…”

“Peter, then?”

“No,” she dismissed, shaking her head jokingly. “More like Edmund—“ she shrieked his name in surprise. He had been quick, reaching towards her in seconds — his long arms wrapped around her waist as his fingers dug to her sides.

“Edmund! Stop—“ she could barely get the words out, her laughs drowning the whole room. Edmund laughed at the attempt, tightening his hold. “I suggest you take back your words, my lady. Or you’ll be trapped forever!” Edmund announced between his own chuckles.

“Never!”

Their laughs only got louder. The sound escaping the room. Two fauns just happened to pass Y/N’s closed bedroom door, the two looking at each other knowingly. “I am really having a hard time believing that those two will always be best friends.” One said to the other.

“Hopefully, one of them will gain some courage. Who knows, maybe we’ll get Narnia’s first prince in three years' time.” The other replied.

The two laughed, knowing the prediction is highly unlikely — but not impossible.

Back inside, Edmund had stopped. His arms still around her waist as the two took a moment to catch their breaths. Y/N had rested her head against his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat instantly calming her down.

Edmund watched in adoration at Y/N allowing herself to rest against him. Despite knowing each other for more than a decade — maybe even more — he still doesn’t believe someone as delicate as the girl in front of him trusts him enough to do so.

Maybe in the future he’ll finally tell her what he found so unfair. Why his siblings would continuously pester him about his buried feelings when they too had them one way or another.

For now, having Y/N allow him to wrap his arms around her, it’s enough. Knowing she confides in him as he does to her, it’s enough.

Having her around, she’s enough.

thank you sm for reaching the end. i appreciate it a lot. feel free to tell me what you <3 constructive criticism is highly valued. also accepting prompts or requests atm. love u lots xoxo

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[sweetpandorabox]

The Chronicles of Narnia x Reader Masterlist (One Shot & Series)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Masterlist Category:

✿ - Fluff | ☄- Smut | ✪ - Angst | ➼ - Short Blurb | ✎ - Personal Favorite | ♡ - Gender Neutral | ✉ - Future/Husband/Wife |

🦁 - Series

A/N: After several write-ups of one-shots I can finally present to all of you, my third-ever master list!! I'm really excited to see all my work links in one place for all of you to go through to just read and enjoy it! I love you all so much. (P.s Click the title of the one shot and it should take you to it also for the marauders it's a mix of male and female readers except for the gender-neutral one of course so yeah I just thought I should let you all know that okay bye)

In Progress/Coming soon...

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[fanfictions-i-cant-write]

What if Mr Tumnus changed his mind too late, and the White Witch’s wolves/minotaurs/other loyal soldier takes Lucy away and she spends her childhood in the White Witch’s prison being broken by torture/magic until she’s a faithful servant?

What if Edmund found his way into the wardrobe looking for Lucy and meets the White Which and a silent mysterious soldier in full armour that terrifies him?

What if Edmund broke something on purpose and led Peter and Susan into the wardrobe because after hours of searching and no sign of Lucy, he figures she’s in wardrobe and he's not as heartless as he pretends to be.

#narnia #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #fanfiction ideas #white witch #aslan #jadis #jadis the white witch #mr tumnus #the lion the witch and the wardrobe

[thepremedthatwrites]

On the House (pt. 2)

summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 1 | part 3

The next Saturday all four siblings were in the cafe, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the mystery girl who had managed to catch the heart of the eldest of them. They all turned to said eldest expectantly as the clock on the wall read 12:50. He rolled his eyes but still made his way to the register. He could feel his siblings constantly throw him glances with each second that ticked by, but the burning sensation of their stares was muted by his excitement to see the girl again. There was something about her mannerisms that made her likeness get stuck in his mind like a mouse caught in a glue trap. 

He liked that she would always order the same thing, the sense of schedule and reliability pleasing to him. The way she would hunch over her book when she got to a good part would have made his mother gasp in horror, but he couldn’t help but smile at how engrossed she could get in her book. And how her fingers would linger just one second longer than what would be considered normal as she took her change made his heart start to race. But not because he had any romantic feelings for her. No. He just found it interesting the way she acted. He had never met someone like her before. That was all.

The sound of the door closing broke him from his thoughts and before he knew it, she was standing in front of him. The girl was delightfully surprised to see the cute boy standing at the register again. She enjoyed the sound of his voice and found herself taking longer to order when she was with him, even though she always got the same thing. But what if she wanted coffee instead of tea? And how do they get the lavender flavor so expertly infused into the scone? With each question, the boy always gave a well informed and precise answer, but she didn’t care about that. She only cared to hear his voice for a bit longer. And those eyes. She could never get tired of seeing his eyes that held an ocean. They could be angry and wild at one moment (usually when he was dealing with his siblings) or calm and soft the next (like when he was looking at her). She had a feeling that she would drown in them if she weren’t careful. She also had a feeling she wouldn’t be the first to do so.

She approached the register, already having her order in mind. “One lavender scone and an earl grey with a splash of honey?” the boy asked. The girl froze in her steps, not sure what to say. She didn’t think she had come enough times for him to remember her order.

“That would be correct,” she replied, taking out her wallet. 

“Could I get a name for that?” the boy asked. Again, the girl was surprised. They had never asked for her name before. She studied the boy’s face, trying to tell if this was his way of flirting or not. His face was straight, no emotion shown at all.

“(Y/n),” she replied. 

“Perfect, (y/n),” the boy said, his voice slowing down as he got to her name. He smiled. “I’ll have that out for you in a second.” 

“Thank you.” She turned around and walked to her usual table by the window. She stole one last glance at the cute boy before focusing on her book.

“Oh, you are so in love!” the youngest exclaimed as Peter started to make the drink.

“Oh, shut it Lu,” he grumbled, yet he turned to look at (y/n) who was now reading her book. (Y/n). What a beautiful name. He mouthed her name, enjoying the way it bounced around his mouth and rolled off his tongue. He smiled softly as he thought of how it felt to say it aloud. 

“You’re grinning like an idiot,” Edmund said as he plated the scone. 

“It’s called working in customer service,” Peter replied. Before he could grab the scone, Lucy snatched it from the counter before grabbing the tea from Peter’s hand. 

“While you two bicker, I’m going to meet my future sister-in-law,” she said before turning around and walking towards the table quick enough that Peter couldn’t hold her back. “Earl grey and lavender scone?”

“Oh, thank you.” The girl was surprised, usually it was the cute boy who delivered the food to her. 

“Of course! You know, my oldest brother Peter, he’s the one with the blond hair,” she paused to turn and point to him, (y/n)’s gaze following, “says you come here every Saturday at precisely one o’clock. Is there a reason for that?”

“Oh no, it just ends up being the only time that fits in my schedule and I like..” (y/n) got distracted for a moment as she watched Peter slap away who she assumed to be his brother’s hand, “the food. It’s delicious. And so is the tea!”

“Mmhmm,” Lucy said, a grin growing on her face. “Well I’m happy you like our food so much and I hope you continue to be a regular.” And with that, she turned around and walked back to the counter. (Y/n) shrugged, assuming the girl was only trying to make small talk to raise the ratings for the cafe, and returned to her book, periodically taking breaks to have her scone and tea.

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[starlitnights29]

LOVE OF THE JUST KING -

Peter and Caspian were walking through the corridor at night after finishing their work. They were returning back to their respective chambers. They lived in consecutive rooms.

Peter had a liking for Caspian’s sister Elena for a long time now. He was thinking about asking her to marry him and be the high queen.

Peter spoke “You know Caspian...I was thinking, I’m gonna ask Elena to marry me...I love her really...she’s beautiful, smart, funny, talented and all...she’s perfect”

“Well yeah that’s fine but you need to know if she wants the same” Caspian said

“Well yeah, I’m gonna ask her tomorrow” peter continued.

While passing Edmund’s room , they suddenly heard a faint noise. Unable to understand they both looked inside his room. And what they saw there was uncalled for.

“What the fuck—” Caspian whispered

There was Elena, laying on Edmund’s bed, wrapped around the red silk sheets, while Edmund was busy caressing her most private spot. Yes, he was eating her out. She threw her head back on the pillow, moaning his name.

 She climaxed, wrapping her legs around Edmund’s head, as her body shuddered with the waves of pleasure passing through it.

“Ah—fuck Ed.....” She moaned

Edmund looked up from her pussy smiling at her.

“You taste fucking amazing baby...”

 He climbed onto her and went for her mouth, kissing her deeply. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongue intertwined with one another.

 Fuck, that was hot...

With one swift hand movement, Edmund flipped her over on her stomach.

He entered her from behind, slapping her ass hard as she dug her face into the pillow screaming his name... He trusted into her hard enough to make an impact on the bed, making creaking noises. He spanked her everytime he pounded into her.

And just then peter noticed.

Fuck, Edmund was so big. He had never imagined his brother be this huge, not that it’s of his any interest, still....and the moaning sounds she were making were erotic as fuck.

“Fuck---harder Ed—ah” Elena screamed

“Yeah, you want it harder?” Edmund whispered

“Yeah—oh my god—yes fuck--- make me come...”

 “Beg me baby...beg for it” Edmund hissed

“Fuck—I beg you my king...make me come—ah, almost there...” She screamed.

God...that girl was too independent and self respected to ever beg for anything. But Edmund was making her do the inevitable.

“Ahhh—fuck yeah” Edmund moaned loudly as he came inside her along with her screaming as she reached her orgasm.

He fell on top of her, panting as he came down from his high.

Peter and Caspian were too shocked to move. They were frozen like statues...

“That was amazing Ed...” Elena panted

They kissed passionately, biting each other’s lips...

He laid on his back, as Elena flipped him and climbed on top of his lap, never breaking their kiss...

She folded her legs in a way that she sat on his lap, riding him.

“I love it when you ride me babygirl...” Edmund whispered

“And I love pleaseing you, my king” she whispered back in his ear but loud enough for all of them to hear.

She positioned his cock in between her legs and with one thrust, he entered her.

“Fuck—” he moaned as she started grinding herself along his dick. He picked up her rythm, thrusting himself into her... He kissed her breasts and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking as biting it. She strew her head back, closing her eyes shut and arching her hips as she continued riding him.

He held onto her hips, guiding them onto his dick and slapping them hard occasionally.

Her butt cheeks have turned red.

The sound of their sweaty skins slapping against each other as he thrust himself into her, was fucking erotic. She placed her hands against his toned abs as he took his mouth to her neck, kissing it and releasing his hot breath onto it.

 “Ah—fuck ed...im coming” she panted as she rided his harder, causing the headboard to slam harder on the wall.

“Fuck—Elena” ed moaned as they reached their climax together, in perfect sync.

He ran his thumb on her bottom lip, as he pulled her by her chin, slamming their lips together, kissing deeply, as their hands tangled in each other’s hair.

She climbed off him and laid beside him, tangeled in between the sheets. They were sweating heavily and panting, trying to catch their breath.

She went up to him and kissed him again and said “I love you Edmund Pevensie...”

He kissed her back “i love you Elena...so fucking much”

He held and hand and looked deeply in her eyes “Will You Marry Me, Elena?”

She gave a huge smile “Yes!! Fucking yes Edmund....Oh my god...I will marry you...” She kissed him...

“I think you got your answer bro...I don’t wanna witness anymore of this, I’m traumatized for the rest of my life with what I just saw, so we better get going...” Caspian stated scrunching his eyebrows.

Yeah...they definitely witnessed too much.

Yes...peter liked Elena.

But it’s obvious that they love each other, a lot. They will be happy together.

Peter was happy for them.

Next morning....

At the dining table, during breakfast...

“Well...Elena and i have some news to share...” Edmund started

“We have been dating for quite some times now, and yesterday i asked her to marry me....and she said yes”

“Wow...Congratulations Ed and Elena” Susan started

“I’m so happy for you guys” lucy exclaimed

“Congrats Edmund and Elena...but i am warning you Ed, she’s my little sis, handle her with care...you hurt her and i will kill you” Caspian threatened

“Well, that’s never gonna happen...I’ll never hurt Elena” Edmund said

“You better not” Caspian laughed

Everybody laughed.

Soon there’s gonna be a wedding and everyone was excited.

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