kimchoipevensie

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welcome to my writer's blog!!

I'm francine (she/her), and my number 1 hobby is writing. No masterlist yet, but once the blog gets up and going I will make one. Fandoms are from a book range and my writings will be preferably book-canon. This blog is going to be (mostly and hopefully) about: - requested fanfictions - fanfictions - requested stories with prompts - original stories - oneshot/s FANDOMS: -Harry Potter -Chronicles of Narnia -A Good Girl's Guide to Murder - The School for Good and Evil

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studying with hermione

summary: after messing up yet another potions class, you decide to ask your childhood crush, who happens to be hermione granger, for help.

a/n: a small fanfiction sitting in my gdocs for ages! enjoy :)

You stare at the date scratched in chalk on Snape’s board, only able to comprehend it after idly scribbling in the Potions book you borrowed from another Gryffindor. Crossing your fingers Snape was going to fall in a pit of snakes, you gathered your things and hurried off, before you heard a brooding voice. “Your lacewing flies are lying on your desk, Y/L/N.”

“Go on,” you mutter to your friends. They looked at you for a fraction of a second, pitying you.

“He’ll hound you–”

“That bat’s going to call you out–”

“Leave it to me,” you reply with a firm gaze, yanking away your friend’s hand and walking toward your ill fate. Your eyes move momentarily toward the desk you left, immaculately clean and empty.

“It is amusing how you have forgotten to turn in your essay on the benefits of Abraxan hair, Y/L/N.” Snape’s eyes bore into you with carelessness. You almost walk off with disgust. “And of course, the potion flask you had turned in the last week had turned rotten immediately, the result of an Illusion Spell. A paltry trick. Professors at Hogwarts cannot be so easily deceived.”

You left the room, buzzing with anger. Snape had docked not just points from Gryffindor but Ravenclaw too, because of trading a bag of Hogsmeade sweets for an essay you asked someone to do. Then you had two months of detention, beginning tonight. It was only homework, after all, tons of essays that could easily be done by Hermione Granger. Hermione Granger. 

You stumble over a step on the moving staircase, hugging your book bag tight. The smartest girl in Gryffindor House. You heard rumors of her taking every subject in the third year, which was impossible. She wasn't just intelligent, too, but incredibly brave and pretty. She went against the Dark Lord in her first year, alongside Harry Potter, and was a survivor of the petrification cases in second year. Raised by Muggles! It was a surprise she wasn't in Ravenclaw. Clearly, she was the answer to your problems. Lost in a dream, you mumble the common room password happily, and thankfully the portrait swung open, letting you in.

It was a raucous mess inside. Fred and George had fiddled with something again, causing an explosion to appear across the ceiling, spelling out vulgar swears. Chuckling to yourself, you spot an orange blur racing toward the girls’ dormitory. Crookshanks, Hermione’s cat. You stopped. You weren’t even that close with Hermione. Your little crush kept you avoiding her. You only talked with her when she turned up in the library, which is to say every day, from early dawn to before it closes. Don't regret this, you forced yourself to push open the door and find the dormitory half-empty, except for Y/B/F/N settled on one of the four-posters, and unfortunately, Hermione, just about to leave. Y/B/F/N’s head turns toward you with a knowing look as you stood in the doorway. “I have to go clean my, um, book,” they said vaguely and jumped up from their place, giving you an encouraging wink before they left.

Silence. Complete silence. You cough, attempting to be the first speaker. “Well. Um, hello.”

Hermione responds immediately, adjusting something on her robe. Her bushy hair was pinned back in a plait. You couldn't help but admire it. “Y/N. I was just about to leave. Mind if you’d help me stack these properly?”

“Oh. Right. Yes.” You walk over, heart throttling in your chest. “In what order?”

“Let’s see–” 

Hermione fumbles for her schedule, looking around for her wand. You think hard and pull out your wand, giving it a swish and flick. “Wingardium Leviosa!” 

Hermione’s schedule floats out of her bag, and you hold up your wand, keeping it suspended. One of the only spells you hadn't botched. “Thanks,” Hermione said gratefully, piling her books in an orderly manner. “I’ll help,” you insisted, gripping onto your wand with your left and struggling to reach Hermione’s books with the other.

“Oh no, it’s all right—”

“Ancient Runes,” you observed, making conversation, noting Hermione’s list. “I’ve heard– I mean, how on earth did you take all of these? Not that it’s bad,” you added, hoping Hermione wouldn't hate you.

“You're only dreaming,” Hermione suddenly grabbed her schedule herself, eyes roaming over it before stuffing it in her bag. “Organization doesn't matter. But, oh, I’ve spent so long on these–” she fretted over her books, now scattered on her bed.

“Tell you what,” you said hesitatingly. “I know we're not friends, but…I could use a little help on homework myself. We could, uh” – you choked on your words – “study in the library together?”

Hermione pauses. “Nobody's asked to join me studying before.” A trace of a smile appeared on her face. “But I’ve got so much to do…” She trailed off, staring at her books. Then she quickly gathered them and pushed them all into her bag. You anxiously watched her for a reply–

“See you at break, then!” she called, swinging her bag over her shoulder, looking deeply troubled, and ran off toward the door.

The entire day you couldn't get her off your mind. A minute spent with Hermione Granger is already a golden moment for you. During Transfiguration, you were waiting desperately for Professor McGonagall to end the class, brushing off your other friends with a jerk of your head toward Hermione, and they let you go after her, practically glowing with excitement. “Hi,” you chirruped. “Study? Library?”

She startled at your persistence, and gave you a mere glance. Your smile nearly fades. “Of course, but I’ve only got a bit of my time,” she complied. 

Going to the library, you weren't quiet, eagerly getting to know Hermione. She listened patiently, smiling at your eagerness and answering with pride. But when you arrived at the library, you were forced to be silent, and settled with choosing the right spot for studying. Seems like Hermione was a perfectionist, judging even the lighting and positioning of a table. The two of you sat at the middle end, a window pouring sunlight just enough to read. “Potions, is it?” Hermione asked, immediately at business. She brought out your Potions textbook, catching a title that appeared flying behind her and setting it down too. “Well, you must learn the basic rules and fundamentals first….”

Vague words drifted into your mind, absorbing some of the information she was telling you. You tried your best to focus, but she was getting more attractive by the minute. “So I forgot to put, uh, fly juice in my potion, which is why it melted,” you stared at the explanation cleanly written on your textbook, blotted out by drawings of Quidditch hoops.

Hermione nodded, looking amused and exasperated at the same time. She probably dealt with her friends the same way. “Naturally, Grymworth Hucklespell had proposed a theory– Oh! It’s nearly time!” she gasped, getting to her feet.

“Could we study more?” you ask. “A few minutes wouldn’t hurt.”

Hermione’s eyebrows crease slightly. “We’ll be late.”

“Madam Pomfrey’s not going to kick us out,” you insist. “I need this essay. Please? I’ll give you five sickles.”

“Money?” laughs Hermione, though she was already adjusting her bag. “I’m not to be bribed, Y/N.”

Your heart jumps at the mention of your name. “Don’t lie to me, Hermione.” You try to appear calm and collected though you were feeling the exact opposite. “You’re the last one to leave the library after curfew’s announced.”

Hermione’s cheeks flush. You think it looks cute and hastily shift your gaze to the shelf behind her. “So. If you don’t want to then, I’ll just stay here and deal with Snape’s severe punishments myself…” You flip open your textbook and examine the pages, waiting with foolish hope.

“How do you know me so well?”

The question caught you off guard. It was your turn to flush, feeling Hermione’s sudden, intense gaze upon you. “What exactly do you mean?”

“I was asking a question. Not for you to answer with another.” Yet Hermione sighed. “Hardly anyone pays attention. It’s not like I’m seeking it, but it’s odd that I dread heading back to the common room. Of course Ron and Harry are my friends, but they’re boys and they don’t really understand at all — oh, I shouldn’t.” She abruptly cuts herself off as you stand, now meeting her hesitant stare. Almost curious. 

You pray to the stars that you won’t botch this. “Hermione, you’re loved. There’s millions of people who do love you and it’s crazy that you’ve never noticed, because you’re so intelligent and incredible, it’s disturbing that you’re not valued more and I’m not saying it’s just teachers who notice but maybe there’s someone in front of you who values you a whole bloody lot.”

A pause, a breath. Hermione doesn’t stir, even as the bell rings to announce the end of break. You shuffle your feet, feeling your ears go red and seized the cancerous textbook off the table.

“I suppose I’m glad to return the favor, Y/N.”

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

"percy jackson is really smart!" I say into the mic, and the crowd boos and throws tomatoes.

"no! she's right!" someone yells. everyone turns around and sees annabeth chase standing right there.

except rick riordan is holding a gun to her head and has a hand on her mouth. "she didn't say anything, what are you guys looking at?"

[francines-pages]

jacks and a frog

author's note: I disappeared for a very long time since tumblr isn't much of my platform anymore, but I picked up a small writing prompt I have in my jar and thought immediately of OUABH.

Evangeline's pink locks were swaying in the wind, fanning her face as she plucked strawberries from the garden she'd pushed the both of them to grow. Jacks couldn't even bother to put up a fight. Ever since she'd moved into the Hollow, the littlest requests (even as simple as swapping honey for jam) Jacks would instantly entertain. He brushed his cold fingers against the curtain, his eyes flitting about the makeover Evangeline gave the cottage.

Smelling of hibiscus and pine, pots of flowers and plants were scattered then and there, growing vines all about the place, its rapidness due to the magic present in their abode. Ludicrously bright and colorful paintings and portraits were hung about, and the carpets were newly fluffed, the floors neatly shined. The work of magic, with a touch of Evangeline. "Jacks!"

Within minutes, Jacks had sprinted over the doorway and out in the breezy sunshine, thoughts whirling to what could've happened to his precious Eva-- His heated gaze shifted to Evangeline's bent over back, her hands clasped around a tiny object, a basket of strawberries and flowers at her sandaled feet. Jacks didn't immediately relax, knowing full well what Evangeline could get into. "What's wrong, my love?" "Look at this!" Evangeline spun round in her orange-and-pink knitted dress, her face distracting Jacks a little. There was a glow around her cheeks, and Jacks's insides melted. He controlled himself, staring at the object in her hands.

A frog. A petite, ordinary, disgustingly wet frog freckled with spots and probably a dark tongue ready to taunt Jacks. They weren't as common as baby dragons in the Magnificent North, but the sight of it just made him want to strangle every inch of its reptilian body. "Hey, you okay? You look off..." Evangeline's fingers were splayed as to protect the frog, hugging it close to her chest as if it was really a pet. If she wanted to keep it, oh, Fates, Jacks couldn't possibly resist her. "I don't want your hands getting dirty, love." His feet took baby steps toward the reptile, which emitted slow croaks as he approached. "It was just sitting atop a lily, I had to reach for it -- Jacks!" Evangeline's new pet leapt from her hands and away into her garden, soon to be found. Jacks leaned away from it and instantly enveloped Evangeline into an embrace. She giggles slightly, muffled by Jacks's cotton shirt. "I was going to let it go anyway." "I rather think you were giving it too much attention." At this remark, Evangeline draws away, much to Jacks's displeasure, but meets his eyes wittingly. "Aw, were you jealous?" Her tone was challenging him. But Jacks couldn't simply give in to her teasing, and his fingers crawled up Evangeline's back, pinning her close to his chest again. "How can you say for sure, Little Fox?"

[o-w-l-h-e-art]

Percy is just lil guy, chat (literally one of the strongest demigods out there)

[multifandumbmeg]

Alright I'm thinking about Edmund Pevensie again. I'm thinking about the nerve-grinding way society doesn't give him enough credit.

I'm thinking about the way his intelligence was used against him to enable his abuse.

You see, people forget that Edmund is an extremely smart character and he takes pride in that. It becomes central to who he is as an adult. He becomes the strategist amd diplomat. His hobbies are chess and playing politik. If we look at how he behaves in the beginning of LWW, he appears to be a classic case of gifted kid superiority complex. He's very bright, a bit of a shithead, but naive-

Because he's a child. And the thing about children is they tend to give people the benefit of the doubt unless or until they learn the hard way not to. Smart kids tend to feel like they have an almost "plot armor". But real life isn't like the movies, where villains give off all the signs and hints from the beginning a smart kid knows to look for. Also, these kids are not aware how much malice there is the world and the sneaky thing about abusers is they hide their red flags and maltreatment until you're emotionally or situationally trapped/entwined with them. But the thing is, even if an abuser shows some red flags early on, a kid is going to overlook those- as are many adults, but especially children, because they're vulnerable and confused by inconsistency. So when the White Witch momentarily snaps at him on their first meeting Edmund clocks it, freezes, but then she reorients her mask and his as-of-yet untraumatized by abuse brain autocorrects the interaction to have been misconstrued in his own mind. After all, villains are always evil. They don't save you from a guy with a knife, invite you on their sleigh to get warm, give you treats for no reason (because of course, he doesn't know her ulterior motive), and offer to make you a prince. Except yes, they do, but the intricacies of grooming are not known to most children, especially in the 1940s.

So when people say "he sold his family out for candy!" they're forgetting the whole plot by refusing to see the situation from Edmund's perspective as C. S. Lewis intended.

From Edmund's perspective, he's a kid being traumatized by the air raids, torn away from both his parents, experiencing behavior completely typical of "acting out" due to a situation in life they have no control over. Then he meets a magical, maternal woman in the woods who is nice to him and asks him to bring his family to meet her- not even really a favor, it seems, a completely inocuous request. When he makes the connection that Peter would be royal if he was, and of higher rank, she implies they could be made servants almost jokingly to assuage him of worry that their arrangement would consist of typical rules that would continue to render him a middle child chafing under Peter's somewhat authoritarian grip. Even if he truly believes he can make Peter wait on him, he's likely imagining ordering Peter to bring him things and fantasizing about being allowed to do what he wants or make decisions without his older siblings chastizing or pulling rank on him. Not like, whipping him while laughing maniacally. Is it nice? No. But it's certainly not EVIL.

And of course, it helps that the candy was enchanted to be as addictive as crack, not that a literal child who has never done drugs and was not told that would realize that.

So then he gets to the Beavers' and they talk about the White Witch as some vile, evil sorceress which directly conflicts with his personal interactions with her, plus Mr. Beaver unintentionally making him feel stupid for not knowing anything Narnia or the prophecies. That hurts his pride for his intelligence yet again, so to make sense of it, he writes it off as untrue because he's still pretty confident in his abilities. Then he decides to just go back to Jadis himself, since she was nice and more pleasant to be around than all this secret police, secret revolution, ancient prophecy shit.

And is completely and totally blind-sided when she turns on him.

So how exactly did he sell his family out? When she yells at him he instinctively blurts out where they are not so that they'll die and he won't, he still doesn't conceptualize the danger yet. He blurts that as a child attempting to assuage an adult that is angry at him, which is exactly what children are TAUGHT to do- acquiesce, obey- especially back then. At least in the movie it is painfully clear he doesn't grasp the true danger until he is brought down to the dungeon at knife-point and hears her set the wolves out. THAT is the moment he realizes he has totally miscalculated and now he and his entire family are in grave danger.

So he gets humbled real quick- by being held against his will in sub-human conditions, beaten, starved, continually threatened and manipulated, a literal PRISONER OF WAR as a CHILD. Then everything he does in captivity from that point is in attempts to protect those around him and minimize the violence he is unintentionally causing (except he's not causing any of it, the responsibility lies entirely with the abuser, but his initial mistake has completely rocked his ego and left him questioning every thing he does while drowning in ever-mounting shame).

But back to his intelligence. After being rescued, he is determined to reorient his intelligence with the new knowledge of evil in his mind, and use it for good. And wonderfully for him, he succeeds by clocking and carrying out what will be the decisive blow on Jadis with her staff. And he even barely lives to tell the tale! And presumably use this intellect time and again during the Golden Age as well as the entirety of Prince Caspian.

Interestingly, though, I would argue this same intelligence is once again wielded against him by the force of evil mist and Jadis in VOTDT. He comes back to Narnia without Peter, where he should now have seniority (and after all that character development, now totally ready to take the reigns!) and he's immediately shelved by Caspian. And Caspian, bless him, has a great heart and is a great leader, but is a little bit of a himbo and is deeply insecure. So the devil gets into Edmund again because his intelligence is being held against him by the narrative always giving him opportunities to use it- and he now knows from experience he can use it well- but not the authority to exercise it at will. See the entire Midas pool scene.

In addition, he's put in charge of Eustance, who is soooo much like he was at that age (and frankly worse). Here you have another prideful, very intelligent and deeply naive, sometimes selfish kid. And it grates on him severely because he is so hard on himself, and thus hates that which feels a bit too familiar, but also you can see he desperately wants to prevent what happened to him from repeating with Eustace. But he can't. Because only Eustace can control that, and he has to learn the hard way just like Edmund did. When he does, Edmund is pretty devastated.

Edmund's final confrontation with the witch- and evil itself- is the most painful reminder of what he's actually been through to those who don't want to pay attention or completely ignored the undertones in LWW. Jadis' "temptation" for Edmund is this:

"I can make you my king. I can make you a man. Give in."

Ewwwwww. But anyway, this reveals so so much about his mind and his relationship to that woman. Edmund is terrified of her. Her offer of kingship no longer tempts him, it disgusts him. He's both terrified of power and terrified of being without power. Being in control and forced to carry all the burdens is terrifying and stressful, but not being in control and being vulnerable is equally horrifying. Jadis is both the thing he fears and admittedly extremely powerful, so a part of him recognizes that her ability makes her capable of protecting him, making him more powerful, and taking away the burden of being in charge himself. But choosing her also means not being in control, not having any power, being permanently victimized by her. It's a catch-22.

So one final time, Edmund's intelligence is his trap. Someone without his intellect and pragmatism (and trauma) wouldn't even be tempted by Jadis in this scenario. They would see nothing of use there. But Edmund does see it, because he's been a strategist and a king.

And he's been a victim and a plaything.

So one last time, his intelligence saves him, and lets him save the world. He sees through her false bargain and knows the hideous reality it hides. He knows that no matter how scary it is to take charge and face his fears and all the danger around, it's better than the alternative. And he's strong enough to handle it.

Lastly, it's who Edmund becomes despite everything he endures that makes him such a fascinating, impressive, and three dimensional character. He's the most human one out of the bunch: a contradiction of crippling anxiety, lust for power, desire for protection, and a mind so sharp it gouges himself as often as it mangles others.

Intelligence is a weapon, but it cuts both ways. What better weapon for a dual wielder than a double-edged sword?

[to-the-western-wood]

peter: (eating a family size bag of chips)

edmund: (throwing darts at a dartboard on the wall)

caspian: (reading quietly)

lucy: (solving a puzzle at the table)

susan, suspiciously: what have the four of you done

peter: nothing

edmund: just keeping busy

caspian: killing time, you know, the usual

lucy: yeah!

susan: (narrows her eyes suspiciously but leaves)

peter:

edmund:

caspian:

lucy:

caspian: she is definitely losing her touch

peter: oh 100%

lucy: should we let him down then

eustace, taped to the ceiling, gagged, furious: mmh!

edmund: not just yet, i prefer him up there

[celestiamour]

May I request a flirty Edmund x flustered fem reader? Like the reader is trying to tend to his wounds after a battle or something but Edmund keeps distracting her by trying to show off and making teasing comments? And could it be a non-established relationship?

umm, I know you said requests were open (and you have the right to write what you want anyways) but if you don't want to do this then feel free to ignore this :))

anyways thank you! have a great day<3

ft. edmund pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ edmund flirting while you tend to his wounds┊0.7k words

setting: unspecified narnian age contains: descriptions blood/injury & mentions of battle, ed is a cheesy menace, medical inaccuracies probably

➤ author's note: i made it a bit shorter than planned, but i hope it’s still okay and that you’ll enjoy!!

“oh, god, edmund!” your concerned voice was a bit louder than it was supposed to be upon the sight of one of your beloved kings being brought into the medical tent, prompting you to quickly apologize to everyone in there before rushing to his side. the battle was already over and victory had been named for your kingdom of narnia, so several soldiers injured from the aftermath were being brought to you for recovery (thankfully, there weren’t so many that the youngest queen needed to go running around healing them with her elixir). “i was really hoping not to see any royalty today…”

he seemed a bit paler than usual from blood loss, but he weakly smiled at you rushing to his side, “edmund, huh? whatever happened to you insisting on calling me by my title?”

“is that really what you’re focusing on?” you immediately started removing his armor and cutting away at the fabric of his sleeve that obscured the damage for examination. it looked like an arrowhead got lodged in his arm and the wooden shaft got broken off at some point, needing to be removed in order for you to progress. “stay still and count to ten.”

“i don’t need to count to ten when the ten is right in front of— fuck!!” he almost bit his tongue in the middle of his compliment when you took the opportunity to take out the piece of metal with a pair of tongs, swiftly tossing it on a tray then applying pressure and working your magic as you were trained to.

“stop being so cheeky and let me get you cleaned up!” you huffed, trying to focus on your work instead of his flirtatious advances. it was no secret to anyone with eyes and ears that edmund fancied you and has been trying to woo you for quite some time now, but it seems that the only thing preventing you from being officially courted by him was your own denial of your feelings. even if the royal family made it clear that they would marry for love rather than status, you would still deny with everything in you that he always manages to make you falter without fail.

“a-at least if i die, the last sight i see will be the most beautiful girl in existence by my side,” he joked before hissing at the stinging sensation of you cleaning his wound. it was nowhere near the worst pain he felt or the closest he’s ever been to death, but he thought it would be funny to exaggerate the agony to get you to pay more attention to him as if it wasn’t already all on him.

“don’t say that! it’s not even bad enough to be that much of a bother, just remember to wash the wound with alcohol and change the bandages every day.”

“so i guess that means i’ll be seeing you every day since none of my servants are professionals like you are? i’m a king, you know, so it would only be expected to have the best of the best look after me!”

“… fine, i guess i’ll see you around this time for the next week for so until you’re fully healed…” his stupid smile made you get all hot and you turned around so that he couldn’t see your face for your reaction, but the very action told him everything that he needed to know.

“so do you think you could also help me up then walk be back to the palace to announce our victory and our relationship?”

“you hurt your arm, not your legs, so you don’t need my help to go back! also, we aren’t even a couple yet, there’s nothing to announce!”

“not a couple yet? so you admit that we will be someday?”

“oh, you’re insufferable!”

his cheeks ached a bit from all the smiles and laughter, able to ignore the pain like it was a mere paper cut thanks to the amusement teasing you has brought him. the day you’ll be his and he’ll be yours (although he always was yours) is close, he could feel it— and he’ll gladly milk this minor injury as much as he can if it means bringing that moment closer to him by spending more time with you.

[francines-pages]

Waltz of Fantasy (edmund pevensie x oc)

Ever heard of home? Charity Meadowe’s home lay somewhere else, not this snowy, dreary version. She had doubts that even tea couldn’t answer. As she longs for a better life, not a questioning one that gave her more and more confusion, she stumbles upon the answer she’s been waiting for, the one that fills her with pride and… love? CURRENTLY AT ELEVEN CHAPTERS, WRITTEN ON QUOTEV

(spans the Narnia series starting from LWW)

READ THE STORY

[francines-pages]

picnic on the hill

warnings: kissing, insecurity about becoming a ruler

a/n: i was on a roll last time with THREE fanfics. fortunately, i got reminded of how the pevensies had forgotten their lives at finchley and only remembered it at the end of their golden age. i present to you another (after disappearing for a while)…

EDMUND PEVENSIE X READER

GIF by beiasluv

The lush, rolling hills spread out before you, dotted with trees and animals alike. It was a perfect view, and having Edmund beside you made it even better.

You pull out a picnic blanket, laying it out, your eyes flitting to the carefully packed sandwiches in your boyfriend’s hands. He’d insisted to make the food himself, you supposed he was trying to impress you and went along with it, even though you were together for nearly a year now, so he didn’t necessarily have to.

“Are those well done?” you ask, flattening out a crease in the blanket, reaching for the glasses he packed along.

Swatting away your hand, he managed to balance the stuff in his hands precariously. “Love, trust me. My siblings would rely on me to provide them if there weren’t maids,” he says proudly, before a box nearly topples off his arm. You catch it and pretend to believe his fib.

“I’m surprised you’re better than Susan,” you say later after taking more than a few bites of a ham and lettuce sandwich.

“Yes, well, I am amazing.” He replies, wiping a smirch of mayonnaise of your lips. He sips a glass of wine, staring off towards the hills. “Though I may have bribed the cook to give me a recipe on sponge cake.”

You scoff. “Of course it’s not all you,” you lay beside him, gazing up at the sky, which was slowly dimming. Soon you two would catch the sunrise together. As soon as Edmund puts down his glass, you yank his arm. He tumbles down beside you, and laughs. His smile lights you with joy.

His hair becomes tousled, but he doesn’t bother to fix it, clasping your hand, rolling on his side to kiss you on the cheek. “Wish we could enjoy these days more,” he murmurs, so calm and regal and resilient. How did I win the heart of a king? you think, now staring wonderingly at the moving orange sky, clouds almost disappearing. “I know you work all week,” you speak inadvertently. Edmund shifts next to you and you know he’s listening, grasping your hand tightly.

Your tone becomes almost lecturing, but with a hint of caring in it. Edmund sits up and you do too, watching him. “I feel like I should be somewhere else,” he says. “Lu, Pete and Susan, they’re just…” He pauses, unable to find words, and resumes, “Like they’re a wrong piece of a puzzle. They don’t fit. We don’t fit. I love Narnia and all its splendor, but I find myself yearning for something else. I know it’s stupid, but…” He sighs. Something tugs at your mind, but it’s vague. You had noticed, at times, how Edmund and Edmund’s siblings sometimes were hesitant on their decisions. You’d met Edmund when he was 14, but the tingling on the back of your mind says otherwise, like he was hiding a large part of his life. Gently, you squeeze his wrist. “Take deep breaths. Close your eyes for a moment.” Edmund closes his eyes, and he relaxes slightly, inhaling and exhaling. Suddenly, he takes hold of your other arm and pulls you closer to him. You rest against him, nestled in his arms.

Both your eyes open to a beautiful sunset, the sun sinking slowly below the horizon, turning the sky to shades of pink and orange. Smiling at you, Edmund lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says, awash in love and sincerity.

You gaze at your king, leaning forward to kiss him. He doesn’t startle and places a hand on your waist, lips on yours, kissing you with fervor. Right there, you felt happy, overjoyed to be with him, basking in the sunset, sitting on a picnic blanket overlooking the lush sceneries of such a small kingdom, yet a magnificent one.

[francines-pages]

lingering doubts (susan pevensie x wife!reader)

a/n: requested by @fairy-geek-ackerman!!

warnings: not proofread (many of my fics arent proofread😭)

GIF by theaskywalker

How you were able to earn the heart of the most beautiful woman, or rather queen in Narnia, you didn't know.

This morning, Susan had pulled you along to your first council. You tried arguing with her, but she kissed you on the cheek reassuringly. "You can handle anything, my dear," she said.

"All the lords and ladies dislike me," you protested. The more you spent time with Susan, the more others looked at you. You wanted to fade into the background, not up high on a throne. You loved Susan very much, but you particularly didn't enjoy the attention you were getting. The love of your life shook her head. "They only dislike you because I chose to marry you." She took your hands in hers. "Others marry for power or wealth, but I truly believe in love."

Your cheeks pinked at her words. "What will I contribute to the council anyway? I'm a nobody. You're a queen."

"You're not a nobody," said Susan firmly. "My siblings love you. I know all you need is trust in yourself. Now come on!"

You couldn't help but laugh as Susan dragged you to the main hall, where everyone was waiting. Instantly your jitters came back, seeing everyone's eyes pressed on you. They were whispering amongst themselves, though thankfully Peter managed to silence them. Your hands gripped the arms of your chair nervously.

"Greetings," Peter announced, "lords, ladies, and my fellow kings and queens," he added, acknowledging his siblings' presence and not forgetting to incline his head toward you. Surprisingly, the council wasn't as dragging as you thought. With Susan by your side, you relaxed slightly and none of the guests questioned you, unlike at your wedding. You tried not to grimace at the thought. They ambushed you once Susan went away to find a drink, and pestered you with a dozen questions. Of course, you couldn't understand a thing in the council, only the dryad populations were declining. Suddenly, a lord spoke up.

"Perhaps...the Queen Susan's wife would like to suggest a solution?" he asked and looked pointedly at you.

That's how you were addressed. Queen Susan's wife, not even given a title. You noticed the Pevensies were gazing at you intently, Susan especially. She nodded slightly. "Yes...my lord," you said uncomfortably. "Perhaps, we could...encourage Narnians to grow trees?"

You immediately wished you hadn't said it. Most of the ladies were stifling a laugh, and fanning their faces. The lord who questioned you merely tilted his head. Lucy, Susan's youngest sister, interjected, "Well, that's a wonderful suggestion, if I may. Another may be..."

You silently thanked Lucy for saving you. The youngest Pevensie was so brave and kind. Yet they still looked at you. Embarrassed, you stared at your lap. Susan's hand grasped yours, drawing circles on your wrist to calm you. But you pulled away, feeling that you weren't enough for the Gentle Queen of Narnia.

"The council is adjourned," Peter said at last. Already on your feet, you involuntarily hurried away from Susan, scrambled up the staircase to the chambers you two shared and sighed. As newlyweds you felt uncomfortable sharing a room, much less a bed, so Susan had two beds separated, but close enough.

Sitting down on the your side of the room, you glanced up to see the door open and Susan stepped through it, looking troubled. You immediately knew you worried her and sprang to your feet. "I didn't mean to walk off like that," you stumbled on your words. "I'm completely new to this, I'm sorry--"

"Please don't be sorry, darling." Susan gently took your hands in hers. "It's always hard to start. Believe me," she laughed, "I wasn't so composed in the beginning."

You both sat down next to each other on Susan's bed, and you listened intently to her story, when she doubted Lucy's tale about the wardrobe that had a whole new world in it, namely, Narnia, and trying to warn her siblings against going. Even the most logical person you knew had doubts about herself. You rested your head on her shoulder, letting the anxiety and fear disappear as Susan finished, "And so, it will not be easy, darling. I hardly got used to the paperwork I received after our coronation."

You smiled. "I don't know why I didn't ask you sooner. I just..."

You trailed off, unable to describe in words how you felt about getting involved in royalty. Abruptly, Susan stood and held out her hands, a twinkle in her eyes. Instantly you got the message, letting Susan pull you to your feet. You wrapped an arm around Susan's waist, the other on her shoulder. Slowly but surely, the two of you waltzed in the afternoon light, gliding on the oak floor.

Dancing was how you met, after all. You weren't as timid as before, focusing on enjoying the dance. Although there was no music, you both waltzed to a slow tune in your head, smiling and blushing at each other like young girls.

Being married to a queen does have its benefits.

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mid-afternoon (a susan pevensie fanfic)

a/n: just to clarify: in my other account, @73-advocate, i have a copy of all of these fanfics/reqs/oneshots but now transferred it here.

Lucy was chasing a squirrel, Edmund was yelling at Peter for making him fall off the swing, and of course Peter simply patted his younger brother on the back. Susan couldn't help but smile at them. She loved her siblings and although they were often arguing with each other, she liked Peter's scolding, Lucy's laugh and Edmund's jeering.

They were playing in that favorite park they would always go to, mid-afternoon when the sun was slightly lower. They stayed at the playground for hours, bickering with each other and messing around.

The three of them had always called Susan the one who settles their arguments, calming them down when they showed the gruesome effects of the German bombing. So Susan wasn't surprised when Lucy started crying and called her name. She'd lost sight of the squirrel and tripped.

Susan smiled and walked over to her younger sister, crouching beside her gently. "We'll take you back to the house, Lu," she assured her, putting an arm around her sister and seeing to the wound. Peter approached and Edmund followed.

"What's Lucy done now?" asked Edmund.

Peter swatted him and crouched beside Susan. "You'll know how to fix it, Su?" he said, looking up at Susan.

Susan nodded. "Of course, I'll just--" and suddenly Susan felt her gut wrench. "No! NO!" she shouted as she saw Peter's figure fade away. Her hand was floating above the ground, Lucy disappearing beneath her. Edmund dissipated. It was only a phantom. An old memory, before they'd gotten involved in Narnia, escaped from the war, when they were still young, before Professor Kirke, before the wardrobe. Susan collapsed and found herself staring at the cold bodies of her siblings.

Lucy's sweet smile was still there, though her face remained still. Tears flowed down Susan's cheeks. Her hands were clasped above her body. Susan loved Lucy. She'd taught her how to braid her hair, even tried to help her sketch a portrait of herself. She was the only other sister in the Pevensies. Now, she was gone.

And Edmund, oh, Edmund. He was irritable at first, but he'd changed ever since. He stopped trying to pick fights and pointed out the more reasonable way to settle a quarrel. He started burying himself in books and Susan was happy to lend him some. They were both the logical ones of the family, but Susan was now standing as one. His body felt cold and clammy under Susan's palm.

And Peter... He was so brave, so magnificent, as the people in Narnia had named him. He was the eldest, clearly a leader, and Susan had listened to him when they were the only children in the family. Growing up, she talked to Lucy and Edmund the way Peter had talked to her. The reason why she was able to settle fights was because of Peter. Standing before his corpse, clasping his cold hand as if wishing to go with him, Susan's pain was beyond anything she could imagine.

She thought she was living a happily married life, forgetting about their so-called adventures in Narnia and preferring to stay in England. She thought she was enjoying all the boys' attention on her, with her lips full and blush blooming on her cheeks. She thought it wasn't much of a problem when she merely scoffed at her siblings' tales, saying it was a children's game.

But now, her family lies dead before her and she revisits the memory of it every night, perhaps as a reminder of her past life, and what she could've done to prevent their deaths. Susan blamed herself. She wasn't living a happy life. She was a fool dressed in gowns and makeup to hide her pain and loneliness. There were no more mid-afternoons to spend in playgrounds.

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edmund pevensie headcanons

being a diplomat

-as a young king, he pitied the messengers who were forced to go back and forth from kingdoms just to convey trading systems, alliances and treaties. so he decided to draft these messages themselves, overseen by his fussy sister susan, and peter, who couldn’t help but laugh at him, only as a brotherly joke.

-many liked him for his eloquence and finesse in his words, and he was often asked for his opinion at peter’s councils or at hardships, like at a peak of a war. he gives the most fitting solutions and humbly asks for his siblings’ opinions too.

-he knew the better war strategies and negotiations to be made

-edmund’s table is HEAPED with requests and letters, so he tries staying up at night to answer them, just like his siblings. through the people’s voting, he was elected to be Narnia’s diplomat, overseeing the treaties and alliances at Peter’s side

-during disputes, edmund would use largely his charisma and charm their opponents out of a war, resulting in an alliance. but that was only once; when he charmed the countess of whatever to hand over the plot of land that was rightfully theirs, since he was humble and did not want to use anyone’s trust to his advantage

-he would be the one to recite an entire rulebook whenever negotiating or arguing with opposing kingdoms, and due to habit he did this when arguing with his siblings (think of when he gets back to cair from a lengthy journey and finds his siblings fighting over some forgery, and he’d recite the 9th commandment.)

-he’d offer to clean armor after a bloody battle or the end of a war, and he would dedicate himself to the task though many protested

lucy’s no. 1 supporter

-during cold or warm days, edmund would always bring lucy into his study, since it had a large window and a flickering fireplace, and he would encourage her to stay close

-it HAS to be canon that edmund and lucy sneak off after their coronation at midnight and play chess in front of their thrones, then they’d proceed to make it a regular thing that happens on their coronation anniversary and of course susan and peter get looped in

-and oh, during the wars! he would be always searching for lucy whenever he’s fighting, making sure she’s okay, making sure she’s unharmed. even if he got stabbed, the first thing he’d remember is lucy.

-BUT THEN he sees Aslan at her side and all relief comes to him, knowing that Aslan takes care of everything

-remember edmund’s line from prince caspian? “i’m older and i don’t think i want to understand,” signifying his opinion of the relationship between susan and caspian, though it’s only movie-canon i’m basing off from the line, he’d be the one who would be like “oh no. lucy’s all red and stammering, clearly she’s got a fever” when it’s actually a simple crush on some village boy (lucy prompt: she meets some village boy and doesn’t know that she falls in love with him)

-although i hc that lucy isn’t the type to be dreamy over a boy

-edmund would 100% support her in all her endeavors and if anyone disagrees he will answer with a punch to the stomach then to the face

-when some guy tries to flirt with lucy at a ball or masquerade, edmund would immediately tap him on the shoulder, casually point at his hidden sword beneath his suit, and say “hi. i’m the duke of lantern waste. pleased to meet you,” which then makes the guy bewildered and slowly back off, recognizing edmund immediately

-and WHY would he be recognized so easily? edmund was known far and wide for his charm and wit, how he was the best swordsman, diplomat and brother at the same time, how he used TWO swords

-lucy would be so confused and edmund would just give her a knowing smile.

[francines-pages]

talk over tacos (edmund pevensie x reader)

prompt: bringing you your favorite takeout (a random one i found on pinterest)

a/n: my other writings had flopped, heres a small oneshot

warnings: not proofread, mentions of nightmares, literal complete fluff

You stretched your arms, opening the curtains to let in a little bit of moonlight. You couldn't sleep, even after piling up on your favorite books or putting a pillow over your head. It wasn't insomnia, you just felt quite awake. Plus, your stomach was grumbling. After long days of feasting on turkey and birds you needed a break. You flipped on a torch, figuring to sneak into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?"

You whipped around and saw your lovely king boyfriend standing in the doorway, wearing a robe that must be his night clothes. "I'm famished," you complained, slouching over and seizing Edmund's shoulders, staring him in the eyes.

Edmund shook his head, gazing over your shoulder to see the ruffled bed. "And you're still awake."

"Why did you go here?" It's not like you didn't want him here. It was past midnight already. His face darkened, but he shrugged it off.

"I just wanted to see you. You're always up this late." He planted a kiss on your nose but you weren't satisfied.

"Yeah, right." You crossed your arms and glared at your boyfriend. "You've been so distant lately."

"I brought tacos."

Edmund held up a takeout bag, filled with your favorite food. You gaped at it unbelievably. From back home, in Y/C/N. "We can talk over these."

You sat beside Edmund, your head resting on his shoulder as he spoke, a taco in his hand. His voice just felt so...alluring to you, so gentle and nearly put you to sleep there. But you listened as he talked of the nightmares he's been experiencing, plaguing him every night and keeping him up. He spoke vaguely of the first war he'd fought in Narnia, with his greatest enemy the White Witch who he betrayed his siblings for.

Edmund always felt guilty about this, sometimes not relaying it to you and keeping quiet about it. You hated not knowing; the nightmares were clearly hurting him. You rested your hand in his and squeezed it. Edmund smiled gratefully, though it looked weak. "I'm a bit of a fool being distant, aren't I?"

You stared at him. He was so adorable, being an awkward mess. "Bringing me tacos tells me everything," you promised, curling up in his arms. Your hands and his were a little greasy from the tacos, but Edmund laughed and wiped your fingers with a handkerchief. "Go to sleep," he insisted.

"Not before you tell me where did you get takeout."

He chuckled again and kissed you before you started drifting off in his arms without him even explaining.

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cold rain and music

edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, caring edmund, unedited, mentions of war

a/n: this is my first fanfic on tumblr! i hope it's worth the read prompt: it's raining outside and you accidentally caught a cold, causing edmund to look after you You shiver in your wet clothes, watching the window while rain hammers against it.

The heavy downpour had lasted for nearly a week, and you had to run from Archenland, having been there for an important call. You sit by the fire, trying to warm your hands.

"You're crazy, you know that?"

You turn your head to see a handsome brunette running toward you, a towel in his arms. Edmund Pevensie, your husband. It was just your anniversary last month. He shakes his head at you and drapes the towel around you. "I know," you reply. "But I prefer it by the fire than my chambers."

"And I was worried," shoots back Edmund, taking your hand and laying his against your forehead. "You're warm. Why'd you go to Archenland anyway?"

"King Lune says everything's in order. We need to keep up the alliance," you say, then coughing. "Besides, they said you didn't have time to go."

"You and your courage," Edmund says, grabbing you by the shoulders and helping you up. He kisses you quickly before assisting you to your chambers.

Edmund covers you with warm quilted blankets, sewn by a squirrel. You drink tea at his insistence and lay back against the pillows in relief. A headache was starting to come on. He knows you wouldn't sleep. "Maybe you could leave me alone?" you ask, though it's a joke, knowing that Edmund is completely worried sick.

"You wouldn't like that," he says. His tone is teasing. Still a flirt even when you're sick. His eyes sparkle in the dim light, and you listen again to the pounding rain. It seems like the rainy season is starting.

The just king judges you while you watch the rain. "Have you ever watched a movie?" you ask abruptly.

"See, this is why people ask about your questions."

You punch him lightly and he grins. But he cocks his head at your question, like it's familiar. Like he had forgotten what movies were. You knew very well Edmund and his siblings, the high kings and queens of Narnia, came from your world, from Earth. They came from England. You came from Y/C/N. Then you'd fallen in love immediately with the raven-haired boy. "We hardly had any movies in England," he recalls, remembering the days before Professor Kirke's house. "Because of the war."

"I would lend you a DVD," you suggest. "Or whatever they call it here in Narnia."

"I doubt they have any here."

After that, the two of you branch into a long argument about whether movies or books were better. Edmund was on the movies side. You were on the books side. Then you ended up agreeing books are the ones that shape the movies, and he gave you a quick kiss.

"You'll get sick," you murmur.

"Good night, my darling."

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