“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.
TENSIONS RISE as the countries Kellûr and Narnia are on the brink of war. An armistice is formed between the two for permanent peace to avoid bloodshed. The binding event to the contract? The wedding between the Princess of Kellûr and High King of Narnia
pairing ➻ ﹙peter pevensie﹚female reader
genre ➻ fantasy, romance, arranged marriage
word count ➻ ?
warnings ➻ ?
author’s note ➻ Hi everyone! I decided to start a series and I’m so excited. I already have chapter one completed but I do want to have a couple more before I start posting. I want to have more interaction before I completely post so I’ll wait then! If anyone wants to be on some sort of tag list lmk in the comments :)
update: dec 7th, 2024
yeah so life hit me with a ton of bricks and I am sorry but I’m going to have to hit pause on this. I always thought it was a little funny and crazy how fanfic writers posted an update after a period of hiatus with crazy news—didnt ever think id be one of them but yh hopefully i’ll be back in the future
synopsis ➻ In which you finally unload all your nasty, ugly jealousy to peter, and he doesn’t really take it well
author’s note ➻ hi, this is my first ever piece of work on tcon based on lacy by olivia rodrigo, lmk if you like it :) just a little short blurb! I was thinking of making it a full fic with other tropes (keeping them a secret!), would anyone be interested? Ik the fandom’s kinda dead, so if u see this..let’s be moots!
“LET GO OF ME,” you huffed, your arm whipping back from the gentle hold he had on it as you turned to meet his eyes.
Doing so just made you even angrier than you were. There he was, looking as perfect and regal as the day he arrived in Narnia. The moonlight casts its glow over the room for his glistening skin to shimmer. Silky, golden hair falling across his forehead, almost covering his deep, cerulean blue eyes.
While your hair was falling out it’s updo despite all the pins you had secured it with, corset coming undone from all the angry breathing and running up the castle’s stairs you were doing.
“You think you’re sooooooo perfect. Don’t you? You don’t have any regard for anyone OTHER than yourself. Do you think everyone worships you, huh Peter? It disgusts me to see you prance around this castle, in war meetings and in balls, giving orders and expecting everyone to follow them!”
Your finger comes up, jabbing it sharp into his annoyingly sturdy chest.
Peter takes a step back.
“‘Oh look at me, I’m High King Peter the Magnificent, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, and Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion. I’m so gorgeous, and charming that nobody can resist me. Does it ever get so tiring being the person everybody looks to in a room full of people? Oh no, because I’m Arrogant High King Peter, I make everybody and everything stutter over their words and—WHO EVEN CARES! You’re so full of yourself and stuck up, GOSH! Nobody cares about your titles and I’m ALSO sure nobody cares enough to know them!”
An eerie silence falls over the two of you, Peter staring so intently into your eyes you feel as if he can see the true reason why you just said all of that—And you, finally coming to your senses and realizing what you dared to utter to your King.
Peter licks his lips and looks to the side before his eyes meet your own again.
“Well, you seem to know them. Considering you recited them all perfectly.”
Your face crumbles into shock, burning as you look anywhere other than his face. You want to kill yourself. You want to storm outside and maybe find a guillotine and then chop your own head off and you want to kill yourself—
Peter still looks mildly offended and takes a closer step to you. His cologne fills your senses and almost enchants you. He smells so good and he’s so perfect. And how could you say that to him?
“Almost like, you repeat it to yourself everyday.”
Your trembling hands fist the skirt of your dress, bringing it above your ankles so you don’t trip as you stumble backwards away from him, away from Peter..away from your king. Like you always should be.
“You think I don’t see the looks of yearning you send my way? Are you really that oblivious to think I can’t feel eyes burning into my back or my face everytime I’m a few feet away from you?”
You’re scared. You’re scared of what came out his mouth and what’s going to continue to come out his mouth. You’re so stupid, and God why did you say all of that? He knows, and he knows, and he knows..he’s going to ruin you. He’s going to tell everybody and they’re going to laugh about it and, and throw you into the dungeon and God, he’s going to ruin you.
“You say one thing yet you mean another,” Peter whispers, biting his full, pink bottom lip. His eyes racing back and forth as he tries so hard to get an answer, a reaction—out of you.
“Doesn’t it get embarrassing?” He questions, face morphing into a sarcastic expression. And you can feel it; feel him mocking you. Your colored eyes welling up with tears—and a reaction he gets.
“Everybody can tell. Everybody can tell when ‘Arrogant High King Peter’ walks into the room, you want him. You need him.”
And with that, he turns around and walks away. High King Peter, your King Peter, the love of your life—walks away from you.
warnings: mentions of heavy rain, and my shitty attempt at someone playing the piano and them teaching as well (i don't play piano lmao 😭)
genre: arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fluff
word count: 1.3k
a/n: this one's longer than normal (especially for my writing). i also thought i'd switch things up a bit and write for our dear peter. might write a second part as well, not sure yet.
The wedding had been beautiful.
That was one thing for sure. Susan had outdone herself once again with the festivities.
If only it wasn’t just for the sake of alliance, Y/N would have had appreciated it more. She had been stuck in her own mind for that half of the day — thinking of anything - everything - she could have done differently.
She did find herself lucky to be married to Peter.
King Peter the Magnificent.
Ever so respectful Peter.
Peter with his heart so big.
Golden boy Peter.
She had been reluctant. But after one meet up with the King and his first few words to her being “You don’t have to say yes. As much I would love to have this alliance, I respect your boundaries more.”
She had to give him a chance.
That was 4 months ago, the wedding being 3.
So far, their relationship had been nothing but respect and patience. Despite the rings on their fingers and the ink on paper, the two only really saw each other as acquaintances — or so they thought.
It had been pouring down all day in Narnia. Peter didn’t have a choice but to seize all work for the day, after all, Narnia wouldn’t function if its people were out making themselves sick.
The atmosphere had been nothing but relaxed, enhanced by the large drops on rain outside.
The 4 siblings had cooped themselves in the sitting room. Peter sat on a big arm chair reading a book, the story had gone boring 2 chapters ago.
Suddenly, soft notes of a piano started echoing around the room.
Peter looked up from his book, skeptical eyes scanning his sibling’s faces. “Do you guys hear that?” he asked. Lucy hummed, too concentrated on forming a puzzle she swore she’ll finish by the end of the day. Edmund just grunted, eyes not leaving the book he was reading. “Of course we do. We’re not deaf, Peter,” Susan had answered, although it was not the tone Peter was hoping for. He rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the chair. Book forgotten and his palms on his things. “Are you guys — not confused over the fact that there’s a piano playing?” he said, question laced with interrogation.
He’s so confused. Why are they treating this like some everyday thing?
Lucy rolled his eyes, finally looking up from his book. Her loud sigh caught Peter’s attention. He kept quiet, eyes looking at her to elaborate. “It’s Y/N of course.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t know that.” Edmund remarked.
The blank looks his siblings gave him after Peter confessed that — yes, he did in fact not know that his supposed wife played the piano — had annoyed him, he had to excuse himself out of the room.
His mind went rollercoaster, scenario after scenario in his head on why Y/N wouldn’t tell him that she played the piano.
He was too lost in his own world that he didn’t realise he had walked in the music room. The soft call of his name bringing him back.
“Peter? Are you alright?”
Y/N stood in front him, eyes wide in worry. His heart started doing palpitations and he swears his knees are going weak. When they first met, Peter couldn’t help but think that she’s really pretty. He means really really pretty. In fact, he almost called off the whole deal. He couldn't let someone's beauty go to waste just for an arranged marriage. He had appreciated hers (until now), he just didn't know if the appreciation was mutual.
It was only after the two started to get to know each other that Peter thought it wouldn't be too bad.
Her warm hand had made its way on to his arm, squeezing it lightly. "Pete?".
Y/N watched as Peter finally snapped out of his thoughts, blinking rapidly. She laughed quietly, bringing her hand back to her side. Once she deemed Peter conscious enough, she asked again. "Are you alright?". The man nodded, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "I— uh— heard!"
She looked at him skeptically.
"The piano, I mean. You were playing," he finally managed to get out, gesturing his arms towards the large equipment. He had mentally slapped himself a million times already. Peter thought he had the skills in him, but apparently not. For he was a stuttering mess in front of his queen.
She didn't seem to mind. Y/N only laughed, walking towards the piano once again.
Peter suddenly remembered what he came to see her for and followed, standing behind her. He watched as she delicately placed her fingers on the keys. She began playing an unknown tune, but Peter was still enthralled. The way her back was straight and her arms relaxed, her eyes darting from one side of the instrument to the other.
He stayed quiet, listening to Y/N play until the sound slowed down and she reached the end. He couldn't help but bring his palms together, his applauds replacing the sound of the piano. "You don't have to do that," she whispered, using her hands to lower Peter's to stop him.
"But why?," he whined, Y/N swore his eyes were going to burst out of their sockets. "I didn't even know you played piano. Y/N that was wonderful."
Y/N looked into his eyes, nothing but adoration swirling around. She could feel herself melt away but tried not to. She bashfully looks away, clearing her throat, finding words to reply to Peter's compliments. "You— uh, were away when... I started playing again.
Dad had taught me how to since I was 5. It was one thing we did together.
I hadn't done it since..."
Peter pursed his lips. He knew what she was talking about. There was always the ugly side of marriages between two kingdoms. The wife stays with the family of the husband.
"Do you know how to play?"
Peter shook his head. He felt his breath cut short at the smile Y/N sent to him. She scoots to the side, leaving room on the bench. She pats it gently, and Peter sat down.
“Let me teach you something easy.”
He sat still as Y/N took his fingers on to her hands and delicately places them on the keys. His mind once again pausing. “Stop being so tense”, she giggles, looking at him. “I’m not,” he denies.
“You so are! Just relax. It’s only me.”
It’s only me.
Yes, and you’re like really beautiful.
He thought.
He finally managed to relax himself.
Y/N taught him a few notes on the keys, occasionally guiding his fingers with her own.
She had managed to teach him an intro of a song he still doesn’t know. It was getting difficult for both of them to focus when Peter would just laugh at his mistakes, making Y/N laugh or when the other just silently giggles, affecting the other.
“What song is this by the way?” He asked as he played the intro himself. “It’s the kingdom’s theme song. Anthem, if you will. It’s usually one we teach children,” she explained.
Peter stopped, a comedic scoff escaping his lips. He looks at Y/N in bewilderment. “You’re telling me I’m playing something meant for children?”
She laughs. “More like for beginners.”
“You’re unbelievable,” he chuckled.
The two spent the rest of the afternoon playing the instrument and by supper, Peter had almost learned the whole thing.
“I assume that was Peter playing the horrendous noise,” Edmund had teased when they entered the dining room.
Peter could only smack his brother at the back of his head.
“Well, he’s learning. That’s for sure,” Y/N reassured, taking her seat.
The look the two gave each other didn’t go unignored by Lucy, Susan, and Edmund. The three chose to ignore it for now, letting the two discover it on their own.
thanks for reaching the end. once again, my requests and questions are open — feel free to ask. also, my edmund x reader series is gaining shape. i might post a teaser or blurb soon. xoxo
description: y/n attempts to learn how to sword fight.
trigger warnings: subtle seductive behavior, violence, sword fighting, foul language, etc. read at your own risk.
word count: 1.1k
It was heavy. The cold metal handle between your petite fingers weighed down your entire arm. Pins and needles were felt beneath the surface of your skin as you made an attempt to lift the blade, keeping it upright before the leather sack of sand in front of you. It hung low from a tree branch out in the field. You hung it there that morning, rather early due to having no desire in being seen by the other Narnians.
Letting out a grunt, you took all your strength in lifting the sword and swung it towards the leather sand bag. Unfortunately, your upper body muscle wasn’t strong enough so you stumbled to the side, where your sword’s blade swung.
AN: This is set during the Golden Age, so all of them are adults!! also your title is fair, as in an adjective for just, not at all a description of what the reader looks like!!
part two (mine, all mine, all mine)
one.
He hadn’t meant to listen in to his wife’s meeting, really. But when he noticed Lord Eluna raising his voice, he couldn’t help but linger outside of the door, his hand on his sword's hilt. Y/N’s constantly calm voice interrupted the seething lord. “While I understand the importance of this situation, it does not warrant you to act poorly towards your queen, Lord Eluna.”
The man scoffed. “By marriage. A marriage which could be easily annulled, seeing as you have not produced his grace any heirs.”
Y/N laughed, seemingly not phased by his comment. “We are not in desperate need of any heirs, my lord. If you haven’t noticed, we have a plethora of rulers. Unless you are planning something that would warrant the need of heirs.” She paused, and Edmund could only assume the look on her face, the one she typically made when she was proving him wrong. "Are you?"
“How dare you insinuate-”
Edmund forced down a laugh, barging into the room. “My lords.”
The table of twelve men stood, bowing to their superior. Half hearted ‘Your Grace’s’ were thrown Edmund’s way, but he could not care less. He looked at the man who was still glaring daggers at his wife. “Lord Eluna.”
“Your Grace.” He tore his eyes from the young queen. “We were just-”
“Yes.” Edmund raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I heard. And while I appreciate your obviously kind and thoughtful concern, my wife and I do not need your advice on that particular matter.”
Y/N turned bright red, widening her eyes when all the lord's jaws dropped. “Edmund-”
“I’m sure whatever you were meeting about can be postponed.” Edmund looked around the table, waiting for an answer. “Well?” The lords clambered, nodding quickly in agreement. He smirked and walked over to his wife, holding out his arm for her to hold. “My love.”
She rolled her eyes but still hooked her arm through his. “You are quite dramatic.”
He laughed, ignoring the prying eyes around them. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean.” The couple walked out the doors, giggling when they knew the lords could no longer hear them. Edmund frowned, rubbing her arm comfortingly. “Do they always treat you so horribly?”
“You cannot keep doing this, Ed.” She sighed.
“What am I do-”
She glared at him. “You know what you’re doing. They will never learn to respect me if you keep coming to my defense.”
“It’s been two years. They should have respected you the minute I married you. Actually-” He scoffed. “They should respect you because it’s the right thing to do.”
They walked into their chambers, collapsing onto the bed. Edmund wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in as she traced shapes into his chest. “You're a gallant and honorable man, Edmund, much more than your lords. But you know as well as I that those old malcontents will never respect me until I give them a reason to.”
“I wish it wasn’t so.” He leaned down, kissing her temple. “You are a much better leader than me.”
She scoffed, leaning into his touch. “Not true.”
“Yes.” He nodded, staring at the ceiling. “You are.”
“If I am..." She appeased him. "It is only because I’ve watched you and your siblings rule with kindness and justice for so long. Please do not put yourself down for my sake.” She stretched up, kissing him gently. “Never put yourself down; you are too perfect for that.”
“If you insist.” He smiled, feeling lovesick. How could he not? The most beautiful woman in all of Narnia, or, more accurately, the universe, lay beside him.
Of course, he felt lovesick.
two.
“Happy Birthday, my love.” Y/N smiled mischievously at her husband. “How old are you now? Eighty?”
He glared, kissing her cheek softly. “What a charmer you are.”
She nodded and took a deep breath, straightening her dress as they prepared to enter the ballroom. “Well, you didn’t marry me for my baking skills.”
He rolled his eyes. “Your baking skills are perfectly adequate.”
She scoffed, looking up at him once more. “Don’t lie to me, Edmund Pevensie.” She fought the smile that threatened to break her act. “You flatter me too much, I think.”
He felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her senselessly. He had that urge constantly, but it was especially difficult at that moment. “You are a true beauty. Have I told you?”
She blushed, turning her face back towards the grand doors. “Behave.”
He nodded, still looking at her in awe, enjoying the way her flushed cheeks complemented her dress. He had always loved her in the color blue. “Yes, ma’am.”
The ushers opened the doors, and they stepped forward. “King Edmund the Just, and Queen Y/N the Fair.”
The room exploded into applause for the Just King, and the pair descended the stairs, focusing on not falling in front of all their subjects. Peter, Susan, and Lucy sat on their thrones at the bottom, smiling brightly. Lucy gestured toward the Maestro, and Edmund led his wife to the middle of the ballroom. “I do wonder what they'll play.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What did you do?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Y/N's smile grew as their wedding waltz’s familiar intro echoed through the hall. “This isn’t fair.”
He laughed at the irony. “Why not, my love?”
“It is your birthday, not our anniversary.”
He spun her around the room, whispering. “I happen to like this song.”
“Edmund…” She blushed again. “You should have chosen a song that you love.”
“I did.” The waltz ended, and he bowed. “It reminds me of you; why wouldn’t I love it?”
Her eyes were watering, and he suddenly felt horrible, his stomach twisting. “I’m sorry, did I-”
She leaped up, kissing him soundly. The crowd gasped, but Edmund didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She leaned back, their foreheads touching. “I don’t deserve you.”
His heart felt full. “Quite the opposite, really.” He kissed her once more, nuzzling his nose with hers. “I love you.”
Lucy clapped her hands, pulling the crowd's attention away from the happy couple. “Thank you all so much for attending my brother’s 24th birthday ball!” The room erupted into cheers. Lucy smiled. “Help yourselves to the buffet, or take to the dance floor. Happy Birthday, dear brother.”
The crowd dispersed, and the pair walked up to the thrones, sitting beside each other, still holding hands. Peter muttered, smirking. “Couldn’t have waited until later?”
Edmund rolled his eyes. “Just because you don’t have a love li-”
Y/N scolded her husband. “Ed.”
Peter glared playfully at his brother. “My love life is none of your business, thank you very much.”
Susan laughed. “How is she?”
Peter blushed. “She has a name.” He straightened his posture, looking out into the crowd for who Y/N could only assume they were talking about. “As perfect as ever.”
Lucy giggled. “Have you tried talking to her?”
Peter closed his eyes, leaning his head back against his throne. “I am getting attacked from all sides, it seems.”
Y/N smiled. “I think it’s sweet. You seem very in love.” He smiled back, looking longingly at the buffet table, where a gorgeous maid stood handing out desserts. Y/N nudged him lightly. “You could ask her to dance.”
He laughed, and when he realized his sister in law was not laughing, stopped. “I fear she would not like the fuss.”
“Ah.” Y/N looked over at the girl again. “I will be right back.”
Edmund whined. “Where are you off to?”
“None of your business, Edmund.” She kissed his cheek quickly. “Do have fun at your own birthday party.”
He sighed as she walked away. “How can I when you’re leaving?”
The fair queen glided across the floor with the intention of making conversation with the girl the High King was infatuated with. She had almost reached Peter's love when a hand wrapped around her waist. She gasped, pulling herself out of the stranger’s hold. The visibly drunk lord bowed teasingly. “My Lady, would you care-” A hiccup interrupted his question. “Would you care to dance?”
She smiled politely. “I’m afraid my card is full for the night. But thank you for the offer.”
The man tried to speak again, but she turned around, walking back towards the maid.
Edmund had seen the entire interaction, gripping the handles of his throne tight enough to break the solid stone. Peter whispered. “Edmund, don’t do anything rash-”
“He just-”
Peter gave him the stare, that older brother stare that he tried to reserve for hard moments. “He will be dealt with, trust me, but you need to be subtle-”
Edmund stood up, stalking over to the drunken lord. Peter sighed once more. "He will be the first to give me gray hairs.”
Susan rolled her eyes. “You are twenty-seven, Peter. You’re not graying anytime soon.”
Edmund grabbed the lord’s arm, dragging him out to the balcony. “A nice night, isn’t it?”
The lord was in shock, nodding. “Yes, Your Grace.” He grinned. “It is truly an honor to have been invited to your-”
“It was a nice night.” The young king smiled condescendingly. “Until you harassed my wife.”
“I-” The old man stuttered. “I meant no disrespect.”
“Don’t lie to your king.” Edmund seethed. “If you ever do that again, I will rue the day, believe me.” He took a deep breath. “You will apologize to my wife, and after that, you will leave immediately. You are fortunate that I don’t ensure you are barred from the castle grounds.”
The lord looked upset. Good, Edmund thought, serves him right. “But Your Grace-”
“Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.” The old man nodded. “Yes, Your Grace.” He stumbled back into the ballroom, making a beeline for Y/N. Edmund watched from afar, smiling as she smiled, actually genuinely smiled. Then he frowned when she let him kiss her hand. Oh, how he wanted to have him banished.
Y/N made her way to the balcony, shaking her head at her proud husband. “What have you done?”
“Nothing. Why do you assume-”
“Edmund.” She crossed her arms. “You must stop.”
“What?” He laughed. “Stop protecting you?”
“Yes!” She yelled, exasperated from his constant watching eye. “I had it handled.”
“He harassed you.”
“Thank you Edmund.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, something Edmund did not appreciate at the moment. “I wasn’t aware.”
“My love.” He stepped forward, taking her hands in his. “As long as there is air in my lungs, I will protect you. It pains me to see you go through these things.”
She smiled, placing a hand on his cheek. “You are a good man, Edmund.”
He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t. But if we make a fuss about every lord who gets handsy while they’re drunk, the ballroom will be empty.”
He rolled his eyes. “Good. Get rid of the whole lot of them. I would rather it just be you and I anyhow.”
Y/N gasped, smacking his chest lightly. “Edmund!”
“No one should have to deal with that.”
“Well, I agree. But you can’t-”
“Good.” He nodded, ignoring the fact that he just interrupted her. “Who were you talking to after that incident?”
“Peter’s love.” She smiled. “That girl is quite kind. Spirited, too.”
Edmund laughed, pulling Y/N in. “Perfect for Peter then.”
She hummed, leaning her head on his chest as they looked back into the ballroom. “Perfect for Peter.”
three.
It had been Edmund’s idea to go on an afternoon ride. Y/N had reminded him of the recent attacks that they were investigating, but he’d ignored her. Their horses galloped through the fall woods, leaves falling as they flew through. Phillip muttered. “Her horse is much younger than me, no wonder she keeps beating me.”
Y/N’s horse, Vilja, laughed. “Perhaps you are simply slow, Phillip.”
Y/N fought against the laugh that threatened to spill out. “Now Vilja, play nice. Remember, Phillip has to hold Edmund and his ego.”
Edmund scoffed, shoving his wife playfully as they slowed. “What happened to playing nice?”
They tied the horses beside each other, walking through the woods leisurely. “It is perfect outside, is it not?”
Y/N nodded, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. “It is.” She smiled as the lantern came into view. “It’s been too long.”
Edmund hummed. “We’re happy here.” He looked down, his heart beating fast. “You would tell me if you weren't happy, I hope.”
“Of course, Edmund.” She smiled. “I'm very happy here. I only meant we’ve been here for a long time. After all, it has been thirteen years.” She looked back at the lantern, pulling Edmund along with her. “I wonder how long it’s been there.”
He laughed, kissing her temple gently. “Who cares?”
“Edmund…” She leaned into his touch. Feeling mischievous, she pulled out of his hold, sprinting further into the woods.
Edmund groaned, chasing after her. “This was funnier the first time.”
The nymphs giggled as they watched the couple run through the woods. Edmund spun in the clearing, squinting as he tried to find his wife. “Y/N, you know I’ll find-” A piercing scream broke the joyful nature of their fun, and his heart sank. “Y/N?” He waited for her response, another scream echoing through the forest. He ran towards her, unsheathing his sword. “Y/N!” He broke through the woods, finding his wife backed against a tree, a wolf growling in front of her. Edmund stood in between them, pointing the sword at the wolf’s head. “We don’t want to harm you.”
The wolf simply growled. Odd. Edmund whispered. “Stay still, my love.” He stepped forward, addressing the wolf once more. “You have one more chance to leave us. We won’t harm you if you do so, you have my word.”
The wolf leaned back, lunging at Edmund, and he slashed his sword, killing the animal in a single blow. Y/N stood silent behind him, staring at the ground. “I thought all animals spoke in Narnia.”
“So did I.” Edmund knelt beside it, checking for any witchcraft of any sort.
“He was wild. There had to have been-” Edmund was silenced by a gentle kiss. He blushed. “What was that-” She kissed him once more, smiling.
“Edmund, she is gone. For good. And you saved me.” She mumbled. “Even though I could have reached for my sword-”
He rolled his eyes, standing up and extending his hand. “Let me guess? You had it handled?”
four.
She was radiant in that blue dress, Edmund observed from afar. After he had expressed his love of her in the color, she had ensured that almost all her dresses were that light blue. The rest of her dresses were her favorite color, which Edmund loved on her almost as much.
Unfortunately, others enjoyed looking at his wife as well. Lately, in Edmund’s opinion, her sworn guard had been looking at her for much too long. He was a conventionally attractive man, Edmund could admit, but he didn’t like that the young knight was looking at his wife the way Edmund himself looked at her.
He hadn’t brought it up to Y/N, not wanting to be called overprotective for the hundredth time. So he watched from afar, making sure that the knight didn’t make any untoward actions towards her.
They were currently in the garden, and Y/N was smelling the flowers, laughing and making polite conversation with Ser Ellington. The young man laughed back, reaching out to stable her when she stumbled over a root. Edmund clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain calm.
It was his job after all, to make sure his queen was safe.
But when he reached out and grabbed a flower, extending it to the kind woman, Edmund snapped. That was not his job. He practically stalked forward, interrupting whatever conversation the two had been having. “My love.” He called out. “You look radiant.”
She blushed. “Edmund, I thought you had your meeting.”
He nodded. “I did, but we finished early, I thought I would accompany you for the rest of the day.”
“Of course.” She looked over Edmund’s shoulder at Ser Ellington. “You are excused for the day. Thank you, Ser.”
The knight bowed. “My Queen. Your Grace.”
Edmund watched suspiciously as the young knight walked away, only turning back to his wife when he turned the corner. Y/N smirked, tilting her head just so. “You have no need to be jealous, my love.” She turned back to the flowers, smelling them.
Edmund smiled guiltily, following after her like a puppy. “Can you blame me? Ser Ellington is not exactly unappealing.”
She nodded, still not looking back at him. “He is. But I am not married to him, nor do I sleep in the same bed as him every night.” Edmund turned bright red. “Am I wrong?”
“You are not, but you have to understand. You’re a beautiful woman, I can’t help but worry that someone will steal you away.”
She rolled her eyes, turning around. “Do you really think I would hurt you so?”
“No-”
“What have I done to make you assume so? I love you; I made a vow to you.” She crossed her arms. “Am I just a prize to you that you desperately need to cling to?”
“Of course not.” He grabbed her hands in his. “I’m madly in love with you, and the thought of you leaving me, the simple thought…” He pulled her closer, whispering. “Drives me mad.”
“Edmund.” She glared, pulling out of his hold. “You are exaggerating.”
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her gently back to him. “Do you really think I do not love you?”
“I never said that.”
He laughed. “You act as if we were not a love match. Like we didn’t discover Narnia together. I love you; I think I have since we were young.” He kissed the back of her hand delicately. “I know that I am too overprotective, and I am sorry for that…”
She smirked with satisfaction. “Good.”
“But can you blame me? You are a treasure, surely any other man would act that same way.”
Y/N nodded. “Perhaps. But you are not any other man. You are Edmund Pevensie, and I know you know deep down that I can handle myself. I do not need you to watch over me like a mother hen.” She raised an eyebrow. “I also fought the White Witch, I also helped you form peace treaties, I also-”
Y/N stopped, becoming more irritable by the second when she realized Edmund wasn’t listening. He stared at her so lovingly it made her sick, and she scoffed. “I am going to the library.”
He nodded, following after. “I shall accompany you.”
She shook her head. “I would like to go alone.”
He frowned. “Are you-”
“Edmund, please.” She sighed. “I love you, but I need to be alone with my thoughts.” Without a second glance, she walked out of the garden, leaving Edmund helplessly staring at her.
the time she proved him wrong
They had been gone for too long, Y/N thought as she stared at the woods. They had been gone for hours longer than they said they would. She should have gone with them; who knows where they were, where Edmund was.
She tried to calm herself down and reminded herself that neither Edmund nor his siblings would leave her in Narnia alone, but it was difficult when all of the hunt’s participants were speaking to her at once.
“Where are they?” Lord Eluna’s voice sounded over the rest. She tried not to glare at him; she could tell the man was enjoying the sight of her under pressure.
“I understand everyone’s worries; I have them myself, but we all know that the Kings and Queens would never leave their subjects so suddenly. Have no doubt that they will return. I am certain High King Peter and King Edmund dragged their sisters along a trail of the deer’s tracks.” Light laughter echoed through the crowd, relieving her stress slightly. Her stomach fluttered, and she pressed a hand to it, rubbing it slightly. “Does anyone else have any immediate causes for concern?”
The crowd erupted into chaos once more, and she took a deep breath, clearing her throat. “I will take meetings with all of you individually in the main tent.”
meanwhile...
Edmund sighed, staring at his older brother as he tried to convince himself the deer was nearby. “Peter, we’ve been gone for hours. If we haven’t found the deer by now, who’s to say we’ll find it later?” He practically pleaded. “We should return to camp.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “Just because you want to get back to your wife-”
“Peter, Edmund’s right.” Susan interrupted. “This deer isn’t important, and Y/N is there alone with the entirety of the court.” She frowned. “If it were me, I would be rather overwhelmed.”
Edmund fell into his thoughts, staring at the ground. Lucy whispered, nudging her brother lightly. “Edmund, don’t-”
Edmund tightened the reigns on Phillip, racing back towards the camp. Peter sighed, riding not far behind him. The dark-haired king didn’t look back; his only thought was that he had left Y/N alone with the egotistical lords of the realm. Phillip slowed, and Edmund jumped off, running towards camp.
Everything was fine, almost too fine. It was quiet, with a slight buzz of chatter but no worried voices. He stalked toward the main tent, whipping it open.
There sat his radiant wife, talking calmly with Lord Dolitmov. The older man saw Edmund and immediately stood, bowing. “Your Grace.” He looked back to Y/N, kissing the back of the queen’s hand gently. “Your Grace.”
Y/N smiled, waving as he walked out of the tent. Edmund tilted his head, smiling. “What happened?”
She laughed. "The better question would be, what happened with you?” She hugged herself, rubbing her stomach once more. Edmund made a mental note to address that later. “You were gone for so long I assumed you had returned home.”
He shook his head, frowning as he realized how stressed she had been. “I’m sorry for the worry we caused you; I fear Peter was too fixated on finding the white steed.”
She nodded. “I wondered.”
He took her hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb. “I’m sorry that I worried you. But I must say, it is rather calm here.”
She smirked. “I told you I can handle myself.”
He laughed. “I believe you. Truly I do.” he brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the back gently. “I love you.”
“And I you.” She walked into his arms, burying her head in his chest. “I would have died from heartbreak if you had left me.”
“I would never.” He kissed her temple. “You know that.”
She nodded. “I know you would never leave us.”
He nodded back. “Correct. I would never leave-” He paused, tilting his head. “Us?”
Y/N looked up sheepishly. “I-” Her eyes started to water. “I’m pregnant, Edmund.”
“What?” Edmund grinned, staring at his wife in disbelief. “Really?”
She nodded, and Edmund grabbed her waist, spinning her around the room. Y/N cackled, smacking his shoulder. “Put me down; you’re going to hurt the babe.”
“I’m sorry.” He smiled. “I can’t help it.”
She laughed, kissing his lips softly. “I love you.”
Edmund leaned down, kissing her soundly. “And I you.”
AN: This is set during the Golden Age, so all of them are adults!! also your title is fair, as in an adjective for just, not at all a description of what the reader looks like!! your children's names are caroline and stephen!!
one.
“Edmund!” A frantic voice called out through the west wing of Cair Paravel. “Edmund, come quickly!”
The just king’s heart sank. He raced down the hall, pushing past lords, ladies, and servants alike to get to his wife. She was rather far along, he told himself. Perhaps she had gone into labor early… The very thought filled him with fear. Their rooms were in the east wing, completely across the vast castle.
He wouldn’t want her to deliver in a place she was not familiar with, but unless she wanted to walk across the castle…
He burst through the doors, ready for anything.
Anything except his very pregnant wife laughing at their eldest, who had ripped their rather expensive curtains and turned them into a tunic of some sort. The girl was merely five, but as his wife said, very conscious of her fashion choices.
Edmund tried not to glare at the fair queen, walking beside her and placing a gentle hand on her stomach. “How is the babe?”
“Fine.” She waved him off, kissing his cheek quickly as she watched their daughter.
He smiled, watching her grin widen. “And you? How are you?”
“Fine, Edmund. I’m fine,” She rubbed her stomach, grabbing his hand in hers. “He’s fine. We’re all fine.” Her eyebrows contorted with a sort of concern and humor. “Did you run here? I hope I didn’t worry-”
He shook his head, kissing her lips lightly. “How do you know it will be a boy?”
“A mother always knows.” She smirked. “Just like I knew the last time.”
Edmund rolled his eyes, turning back to their daughter. “Peter will be furious.”
“At you perhaps,” Y/N murmured. “Your brother adores Caroline. He will find it hilarious.”
“Caroline,” Edmund called out, distracting their daughter. “Come here, my love.”
The small girl raced over, attaching herself to her father’s leg. “Papa!”
He lifted his leg, groaning. “You are quite strong. Tell me, how did you rip the curtain?”
The child giggled. “I cut it.”
Edmund looked up at his wife slowly, who was hiding her laughter behind her hand. “Really?”
Y/N nodded. “I got caught in the hall talking to Lord Dilitmov and she ran off.” Gesturing towards their very attentive daughter, she laughed again. “This is how I found her.”
Edmund couldn’t help it anymore, laughing along with her. “You are quite the mischievous child.” He shook his head, walking out of the room with his wife’s arm through his and his daughter attached to his leg. “I wonder where you get it from.”
Caroline giggled. “You, Papa!”
Edmund scoffed, shaking his head as they (slowly) walked down the hall. “Nonsense. You get that trait from your mother.”
Y/N raised her eyebrow. “I thought we established we were not to lie to our children, Edmund.”
Caroline nodded, batting her eyelashes. “Are you lying, Papa?”
Edmund sighed. “You two…”
two.
“But Father-”
“No!” Edmund snapped, staring at his children from his throne. It had been the middle of his weekly audience with the people of Narnia, and his children had burst in, interrupting for thirty minutes. He had explicitly told them to only interrupt if it was an emergency. While he loved his children greatly, his people needed his time, and they could not interrupt just because the wished to.
Apparently that message had not stuck.
“Edmund…” Y/N leaned over, whispering in her husband’s ear. “You know what I’m going to say.”
He shook his head. “My love, that is completely out of the question. It is too dangerous-”
She rose an eyebrow, halting him in his tracks. “Did we or did we not go into the Narnian woods alone when we were merely 11?”
“That-”
“Did we or did we not?”
He sighed. “We did-”
“Exactly.”
“But…” His children groaned. “We had no idea of the danger that lay in wait. That the entire world was in.” He grabbed his wife's hand, kissing the back gently. “What if she comes back? What if there are assassins or-”
“Edmund, she has been gone for twenty eight years. And since when have there been assassins? They will be perfectly safe.” Y/N kissed the back of his hand in return. “Trust me.”
“Please father?” His son pleaded. “Caroline has wanted to show me-” The elder girl elbowed her brother, effectively cutting him off. “I meant, Caroline heard of a-”
Edmund waved his hand. “Caroline, I expect you to watch over your brother.” He sat straight in his throne. “You may be eleven, Stephen, but you are my son, and I do not want you or your sister going into the Woods without telling us. Ever again.” He looked over at his daughter. “Don’t think General Oreius hasn’t been keeping me updated on your little excursions.”
Caroline groaned. “Papa, I am sixteen, surely you believe I am capable of handling myself.”
“Your father loves you my dear.” Y/N smiled. “You are an independent and strong young lady, but you are still a princess-”
“Of Narnia, yes I know. I am constantly reminded.” Caroline crossed her arms. “May we please be excused?”
Edmund nodded. “Be safe, please. For my sake.”
As soon as they had left the throne room, Edmund gestured for a guard to approach. “Send a scout after them, ensure they are not harmed.”
The guard nodded, walking away before the fair queen called after him. “Make sure you are not seen.” Edmund tilted his head, and she sighed. “We can’t let them think we don’t trust them, Edmund.”
He groaned, leaning his head against the back of his throne. “Caroline despises me. I can see it as clear as day.”
Y/N laughed. “Oh my dear boy…”
Edmund shook his head, looking over at his radiant wife. “Not a boy. Not anymore.”
“You will always be a boy. That will never change.” She smiled. “Just as our daughter’s love will never change.”
“She used to love me, always following me around and attending meetings. Now she cannot be in the same room as me without disagreeing.”
“She is growing, Edmund. It is a confusing time for anyone, let alone a young princess with duties and responsibilities. She loves you, trust me.”
“Why did she have to grow so fast?” Edmund’s eyes began to water. “My little girl.”
Y/N laughed again, kissing her husband’s cheek sympathetically. “Shall we call the audience back?”
He nodded, clearing his throat. “I believe we should.”
three.
Edmund stood on his terrace, watching his son train in the courtyard. He was getting good, better even, than Edmund himself. In his prime, as he so often reminded his children, he had been the best swordsman in Narnia, better than their uncle.
Now, he swapped his sword for a pen, making sure all the laws he had implemented over the years were documented correctly. His son, when he was of age, would take up the mantle of Commander of the Narnian Army. Until then, his cousin, Peter’s eldest son, would hold the position.
Stephen was always trying to prove himself to his father, although Edmund could not figure out why. He thought his son was a fantastic young prince, kind, cunning, and just. He was well loved by the people of Cair Paravel, and he treated everyone with respect.
Edmund couldn’t have asked for a better son than him. He loved his children more than anything, besides his wife, and hoped that they knew that.
He waved as Stephen looked up, eyes widening when he realized his father was watching. His son waved back, only to be taken by surprise from his tutor, swiping his legs out from under him. Stephen fell backwards, landing on the ground with a thud, stilling.
Edmund’s smile dropped, and he threw his quill to the ground, running to the courtyard.
What he did not see was his son pretending to be hurt in order to catch his tutor off guard.
Edmund burst through the large doors, yelling. “Where is my son? What-”
Stephen froze, turning around with bright red cheeks. “Father, you’re embarrassing me-”
Edmund raced over, hugging him tightly. “Are you quite alright?”
“Father I am-”
The instructor interrupted. “If I may Your Majesty, your son disarmed me.” He smiled. “Quite cunningly in fact.”
Edmund laughed, looking back at his son. “Is that true?”
Stephen nodded. “Yes, Father.”
“Well…” Edmund clapped his hands. “I am sorry for overreacting.”
Stephen laughed. “It’s alright, Father. Truthfully, I'm glad you were watching.” He nudged the king. “Perhaps we can spar each other.”
“Absolutely not.” The crowd of knights and noblemen alike turned around, kneeling instantly. ‘Your Majesty’ echoed through the yard as the fair queen walked towards her family. Y/N kissed her son on the cheek. “You know your father has a bad shoulder.”
Edmund glared playfully at his wife. “My love, it is fine.”
“Oh, is it?” She crossed her arms. “I remember you saying just last night that-” Edmund kissed her quickly, much to the dismay of their son.
“Really Papa? You two are much too old to be acting this way.”
And daughter, apparently. The older couple turned around, smiling at the Princess. “I am never too old to appreciate your mother’s beauty, Caroline.” He smiled, kissed her cheek gently. “Never too old.”
Y/N smiled back, watching as Caroline completely ignored her father, staring at her brother’s instructor with an intensity that Y/N could only compare to how she looked at Edmund. The instructor locked eyes, blushing immediately and taking his leave from the courtyard.
Interesting, Y/N thought as she watched her daughter’s attention drift away. Very interesting.
four.
“Father!” A voice echoed through the west wing, and Edmund’s heart dropped. “Father, come quickly!”
He ran like a young man again, whipping through the lords and ladies alike to get to his daughter. His grandchildren were young, and he had fussed over them almost as much as he had his own children. The thought of something happening to them, or his daughter filled him with a sense of dread.
Slamming the doors open, he let out an audible sigh of relief when he saw the entirety of his family standing around the table, a birthday cake with too many candles in the center. He walked up to his daughter, kissing her on the cheek. “You almost gave me a heart attack, young lady.”
Caroline laughed, kissing her father’s cheek in return. “Not so young anymore Papa.” She gestured toward the cake. “Make a wish.”
Peter yelled out from his chair. Edmund’s heart always broke at the sight; his once full of life, powerful older brother, was now an old man, older than Edmund had ever imagined him. “Take your time Ed. I’m not getting any younger.”
Edmund glared, shoving his brother playfully. “How does your wife put up with you I wonder.”
Peter scoffed. “Probably as well as yours does. Poor Y/N.” He laughed. “She is a saint for marrying you. As are your children for putting up with you.”
Lucy sighed. “Can you two please stop bickering?”
Susan nodded. “It is quite exhausting.”
Edmund rolled his eyes. “Where is your mother Stephen? I have not seen her all day-”
The door creaked, and Edmund turned around, grinning. Aslan, she was radiant. As radiant as the day he met her, nearly eighty years ago. Approaching her husband, she kissed him gently, whispering so they were the only two that heard. “Miss me?”
“Every moment you are away.” Edmund responded, taking her arm. “How was your day my love?”
“It-”
His grandchildren groaned. “Grandfather, cut the cake, please!”
Caroline widened her eyes. “Behave yourselves. Honestly, I don’t know where you get it from.”
The old couple broke out into hysterical laughter, as did the rest of the room almost immediately after. “Oh my dear girl.” Edmund said in between laughs. “We are quite similar.”
Stephen scoffed. “Who does that make me like-” Caroline smacked her brother over the head, and he stopped, turning slowly toward his sister. “What was that for?”
“Shut it.” She hissed, smiling sweetly back at her parents. “Shall we cut your cake Father?”
Edmund nodded, approaching the cake. “What flavor is it?”
“Raspberry and chocolate.” Caroline smiled. “Your favourite.”
Edmund grinned, taking a deep breath. Closing his eyes for a moment, flashes of his life flew through, from when he first met his new neighbor (now wife) to now. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, blowing out the candles with a single blow. The room erupted into cheers, his youngest granddaughter pulling on his tunic. “What did you wish for Grandfather?”
He knelt down, whispering. “It wouldn’t be much of a wish if I told you, now would it?”
She shook her head, giggling. “I suppose not.”
He stood up, looking over at his wife with all the love he could muster. Y/N stared back, smiling gently. “Are you quite alright, my love?”
“Perfect.” Edmund whispered. “Thank you.”
She laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder as they looked at their family. “Whatever for?”
synopsis ➻ In which you finally unload all your nasty, ugly jealousy to peter, and he doesn’t really take it well
author’s note ➻ hi, this is my first ever piece of work on tcon based on lacy by olivia rodrigo, lmk if you like it :) just a little short blurb! I was thinking of making it a full fic with other tropes (keeping them a secret!), would anyone be interested? Ik the fandom’s kinda dead, so if u see this..let’s be moots!
“LET GO OF ME,” you huffed, your arm whipping back from the gentle hold he had on it as you turned to meet his eyes.
Doing so just made you even angrier than you were. There he was, looking as perfect and regal as the day he arrived in Narnia. The moonlight casts its glow over the room for his glistening skin to shimmer. Silky, golden hair falling across his forehead, almost covering his deep, cerulean blue eyes.
While your hair was falling out it’s updo despite all the pins you had secured it with, corset coming undone from all the angry breathing and running up the castle’s stairs you were doing.
“You think you’re sooooooo perfect. Don’t you? You don’t have any regard for anyone OTHER than yourself. Do you think everyone worships you, huh Peter? It disgusts me to see you prance around this castle, in war meetings and in balls, giving orders and expecting everyone to follow them!”
Your finger comes up, jabbing it sharp into his annoyingly sturdy chest.
Peter takes a step back.
“‘Oh look at me, I’m High King Peter the Magnificent, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, and Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion. I’m so gorgeous, and charming that nobody can resist me. Does it ever get so tiring being the person everybody looks to in a room full of people? Oh no, because I’m Arrogant High King Peter, I make everybody and everything stutter over their words and—WHO EVEN CARES! You’re so full of yourself and stuck up, GOSH! Nobody cares about your titles and I’m ALSO sure nobody cares enough to know them!”
An eerie silence falls over the two of you, Peter staring so intently into your eyes you feel as if he can see the true reason why you just said all of that—And you, finally coming to your senses and realizing what you dared to utter to your King.
Peter licks his lips and looks to the side before his eyes meet your own again.
“Well, you seem to know them. Considering you recited them all perfectly.”
Your face crumbles into shock, burning as you look anywhere other than his face. You want to kill yourself. You want to storm outside and maybe find a guillotine and then chop your own head off and you want to kill yourself—
Peter still looks mildly offended and takes a closer step to you. His cologne fills your senses and almost enchants you. He smells so good and he’s so perfect. And how could you say that to him?
“Almost like, you repeat it to yourself everyday.”
Your trembling hands fist the skirt of your dress, bringing it above your ankles so you don’t trip as you stumble backwards away from him, away from Peter..away from your king. Like you always should be.
“You think I don’t see the looks of yearning you send my way? Are you really that oblivious to think I can’t feel eyes burning into my back or my face everytime I’m a few feet away from you?”
You’re scared. You’re scared of what came out his mouth and what’s going to continue to come out his mouth. You’re so stupid, and God why did you say all of that? He knows, and he knows, and he knows..he’s going to ruin you. He’s going to tell everybody and they’re going to laugh about it and, and throw you into the dungeon and God, he’s going to ruin you.
“You say one thing yet you mean another,” Peter whispers, biting his full, pink bottom lip. His eyes racing back and forth as he tries so hard to get an answer, a reaction—out of you.
“Doesn’t it get embarrassing?” He questions, face morphing into a sarcastic expression. And you can feel it; feel him mocking you. Your colored eyes welling up with tears—and a reaction he gets.
“Everybody can tell. Everybody can tell when ‘Arrogant High King Peter’ walks into the room, you want him. You need him.”
And with that, he turns around and walks away. High King Peter, your King Peter, the love of your life—walks away from you.
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