Summary: Tired of the same shtick of trying to find a husband, (Y/N) takes a little stroll in the palace to escape go to the ballroom. But what happens when she finds an unfinished chess set?
a/n: As much as I would love to think about how progressive Narnia is, we have to remember it's set in the olden days. So, this is kind of my little exploration about this topic.
As much you love parties, it gets a tad bit tedious introducing yourself to new friends, old foes, and potential suitors. Truly, it exhausts you doing the same thing time and time again.
You were in Cair Paravel for lion’s sake! A place of tranquility and adventure.
“And I said to the mistress, ‘oh you missed a step!’”
You just nodded and laughed along to the courtier in front of you. Although not quite humorous, you keep up with appearances as it is the best thing to do for a lady such as yourself.
You gently touched the courtier’s arm, “Well, that was quite hilarious! That makes me want to wee in the lady’s room!” You jest.
“Would you like me to accompany you—”
“No, that’s alright, I must be going!”
You hurriedly escaped the ballroom and into the large hallway. The castle was truly alluring, open spaces, large pillars, and the paintings, oh, you do love a good painting. Despite the fact that Narnia is known for its enchantment, you still can’t quite believe it. It’s… surreal.
You stepped outside the balcony and breathed in the cool night air. It is such a shame, people don’t get to see this kind of beauty.
You stepped back, and went back to the path you came. You ready yourself for another round of niceties and pleasantries, until you see a door ajar. Take no notice of it, you tell yourself. But curiosity got the better of you. Is it a secretly hideous room? Are there secrets behind them? Maybe you are no better than those gossiping nobles.
You took a sneak peak; however, you could barely see anything as it was too dim. You could only make out a small light—a candle?—in the room. You went over to the light and picked up the candle holder and looked around.
It was a library. A large one at that.
You inspected the candle, it seems that this person has been here since the beginning of the ball. You shook your head—talk about manners, you thought. Well, if this person gets to be locked in this room? Why shouldn’t you?
You huffed. Seriously, stability through a man? All they have to do is pick childlike women in order for them to be considered a bride.
You looked down at the table that you just got the candle from.
A chess set?
It seems that the game has already started as most of the pieces were off to the side. Quite unjustly to not finish a game, might you add. The bishop is in front of the King, while there is a rook behind and on the right of the bishop, and a Queen set diagonally from the King. But why would the bishop be in front of the King? Wouldn't it make more sense if the bishop was moved and let the rook take its place for a check? You whispered under your breath:
“What kind of barbaric buffoon places the bishop here?”
You grab the bishop and move it diagonally—
“And why are you, My Lady, touching my chess piece and not prancing around the ballroom?”
You froze. Did you hear that right? King Edmund, the Just? In front of the door? Did he hear you? How will you escape now?
You place the bishop back from its original spot and straighten your back.
You breathed, then curtsied, “Your Majesty! I apologize, I got lost on my way to the lady’s room! And I was just so amazed! By your…toys?”
Play ignorant or else other consequences might occur.
King Edmund raised his eyebrows, “Oh? You seem to know what those ‘toys’ do.” He pointed at the chess set.
You got up from the curtsy, “Oh, I was just inspecting it, Your Majesty! I have never seen something like this before! Now, will you excuse me, as you need the study.”
You picked up your dress and walked to the door, you almost passed the King until,
“‘What kind of barbaric buffoon places the bishop here?’ Are you saying there’s another way to win?”
You halted…is he challenging you?
You blinked up at him and tilted your head, “What ever do you mean, Your Majesty?”
He walked up to the chess set, “Well, if you insist on calling me a ‘barbaric buffoon’, I suggest you prove me wrong first.” He grabs the bishop and holds it out to you.
You look away from the King. Is he not having a game with the High King? And is it proper to showcase this? No woman should boast or gloat, as they say. A woman should be seen and not heard.
You took one step back, “Your Majesty, I don’t think—”
“If you don’t have a strategy to win, I guess maybe you are the barbaric buffoon.” He put the bishop back in its place.
That irked you, of course you know how to win, and of course you know how to call someone a complete and utter prick—
You opened your mouth, “I don’t think it’s necessary to put the bishop in front of the King to be used as sacrifice, as you already have a Queen and rook.”
“Then where do you suggest I put it?”
You walked to the table and grabbed the bishop, “You set this aside, grab your Queen and place it behind the King and let the rook handle the rest.”
He put a hand under his chin and nodded, “A good plan, but that will take time to make it checkmate.”
You tilted your head and he continued, “The bishop is a diversion,” He grabbed the bishop and placed it in its original spot, and grabbed the King, “The other player, he has to eat the bishop as he has only has a piece left—which is the King. He thinks it's an advantage for him,” He knocked down the bishop and moved it to the side. He grabbed the rook, “Then the rook has to take advantage from the sidelines,” he grabbed the Queen, “and the queen has to take charge in front.” The King has nowhere else to go, “There, checkmate.”
You have to admit, he’s called the Just for a reason.
“I still think it’s unnecessary.”
He laughed, “If you want to do the long game, you use your plan, but in a game like this? It’s best to make these kinds of sacrifices.”
You nodded and looked at the King, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
As you turned to leave, he called out, “Will you not be joining me for the next round?”
You shook your head, “Are you not playing with the High King?”
He chuckled and started to set up the game, “Peter? He’s a moron at this game.”
You smiled and sat down across from King Edmund, “Why is that, Your Majesty? Because he doesn’t have the Just title?”
“There’s a reason why he didn’t get that title.”
You laughed, “So I take it he’s not that good?”
He moved the white pawn, “Whenever he’s about to lose—which is all the time—he’d always make this diplomatic speech that ‘winning isn’t everything’ but then we always fight after I win.”
You tried hiding your smile and moved your horse, “You never made him win, at least once?”
He scoffed humorously and grabbed a bishop, “He’s already High King, he won in life.”
You also grabbed a bishop, “And how about your sisters? Queen Susan and Queen Lucy.”
“If Lu could, she would ban chess. She hates playing chess.”
He grabbed his rook as you spoke, “Hates playing chess or hates playing with you?”
He placed his rook down to where he wanted it to be, “Hm. Probably both.”
You grabbed a pawn, as he continued, “I love playing with Su. She’s the only one who really knows how to play,” you got his pawn, “though she prefers planning balls than playing chess.”
That made you pause, “Then who were you playing with, My Lord?”
He grabbed your Queen, “Hm? Oh, myself. Usually, the only person who knows what you do, anyway, is yourself.” He caught your rook.
“I’d prefer it that way, too.”
King Edmund looks up at you and smiles. One of the brightest smiles you’ve ever seen him have as he is known to have an obscure disposition.
“And what about you, My Lady? You don’t prefer balls?”
You knock down his rook, “Oh, I prefer balls very much.” He takes your pawn, “Though…I do not agree why I should be invited into one.”
He tapped his finger against the table, “Ah, to find a husband?”
You hummed. You caught his Queen and his eyes widened a bit. You said, “I enjoy balls, I don’t enjoy finding a husband.”
“At times, Narnia still lives in the past.”
“Agreed, Your Majesty.”
“Edmund.”
“Hm?”
“You can just call me ‘Edmund’.”
“Ah, alright Edmund.”
He laughed and took your rook again, “I’m surprised that you’re not surprised.”
“To call you ‘Edmund’? Why, I could just tell from a mile away you’re itching to say that.”
He shook his head and looked down at the chess set, “I’m not as mysterious as I thought.”
“Don’t be—You won.”
“I haven’t even made a checkmate yet!”
You fixed up the chess set, “Oh get over yourself, you know you were gonna win.”
He grabbed your wrists and inspected the chess set, “You could still win, you know?”
“With a small chance. And I had a fun time getting to play with you, now I know your strategies for next time.”
King Edmund lets go of your wrist and his lips quirked up just a bit. He then helps you fix the chess set. After the last pieces were in their right position, you stood up, ready to bid farewell to Edmund, but he reached his arm out to you.
You titled your head, “Don’t the guests want to talk to you?”
He exhaled and smirked, “You don’t want courtiers to serenade you to be their wife and I don’t want to talk to them. A win-win if you ask me.”
You rolled your eyes, but took his offer. He led you out the door and through the entrance of the ballroom. All eyes are on you two now. You looked up at him, but you find him already looking at you,
“Cunning. But will your plan last?”
a/n: I need more Narnia fanfics! Please don't become a dead fandom...
Title: "Winter's Son": The Chronicles of Narnia fanfiction
Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader Male
Genre: Fantasy | Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Magic | Slow Burn |Found Family
Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, heat sickness / fainting (non-graphic).
Summary: A winter-touched boy living under Aslan’s protection meets Peter Pevensie, whose warmth draws him in despite his fragile nature. As Peter becomes part of his world, their connection deepens in ways neither expected.
Warmth.
That was the one enemy you had never been able to fight.
Most creatures in Narnia loved the sun, the soft grass, the summer wind carrying the smell of green fields. But your body reacted differently. Heat made your breath thin, your skin sore, your head heavy until you could barely stand. Even spring sunlight left you dizzy.
You had been born with winter in your blood.
White hair.
Icy blue-white eyes.
A pulse that beat slower in warmth and steadier in cold.
But your heart—everyone said your heart was warmer than anything else in Narnia.
Aslan said it first.
And because he believed it, you believed it too.
----
You lived on the warm side of Narnia, by choice. Because that was where Aslan remained most of the time. And you refused to be away from him.
He saw your loyalty, your stubborn devotion, and your fragile body struggling against the heat of the forest. So Aslan created something only for you:
A small circle of land, no wider than a meadow, where winter never left.
Snow fell gently without storm.
Ice shimmered in delicate lace across branches.
A cozy cottage—warm in spirit but cool in temperature—rested at the center.
It was perfect.
It let you stay close to Aslan without burning yourself alive.
The Lion visited you often. He spoke to you in that deep, ancient rumble that vibrated through your bones. He would lower his massive head into your lap and let you braid little strings of snow-silk flowers into his mane. You would talk for hours.
He treated you as a son.
And you loved him like a father.
----
The day the Pevensies arrived, you knew before Aslan even said a word.
You heard the footsteps.
The sound of warm-blooded beings crunching through snow where they shouldn’t.
You stepped outside your cottage and the sun hit your skin—the tiny bit of warm air at the edge of your boundary. It made your head spin instantly. You gripped the doorframe, breath trembling.
Aslan padded toward you from the treeline, golden and bright.
“Easy, my child,” he murmured. “Do not push beyond what your body allows.”
“I’m fine,” you said—lying, as always.
Behind him stood four humans. Smallest to tallest. You recognized nothing about them except the way Aslan’s gaze softened when it swept across their faces.
“These are the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve,” Aslan said. “They will help heal this land.”
You bowed in respect, though the movement made your vision blur.
And then your eyes landed on him.
Peter.
Golden-brown hair, blue eyes, posture rigid with courage he clearly hadn’t always had. His gaze caught on you instantly—and did not move.
Your white hair flickered in the cold wind. Snowflakes clung to your lashes. Your skin glowed faintly blue in the frostlight.
Peter stared like you were something carved from starlight.
You stared back like he was something carved from warmth you’d never dared to touch.
Aslan noticed.
Of course he noticed.
He huffed a very small, very knowing sound.
----
Aslan guided them toward you.
“This is Y/N,” he said. “He dwells here under my protection.”
Peter stepped closer—too close. Past the line where your sanctuary ended. The warm air from his side hit you like a wall.
Your breath caught. A wave of heat rolled into your chest. Your knees buckled.
“Y/N!” Peter lunged forward, catching you before you hit the snow.
His arms were warm.
Too warm.
Fire raced under your skin and you hissed in pain, curling involuntarily against him.
“Sorry—!” Peter panicked and immediately tried to lower you, but you grabbed the front of his coat with shaking hands.
“It’s… okay,” you forced out through clenched teeth. “Just… too hot.”
Peter flushed scarlet, guilt flooding his features. “I didn’t know—I’m so sorry—”
Aslan stepped beside you both, huge and calm.
“He is not harmed,” Aslan said gently. “Only overwhelmed. Y/N’s body is not made for warmth. Even the heat of another person can distress him.”
Peter looked devastated by that knowledge.
You touched his sleeve—your fingers, cold as ice, brushing his warm arm.
“It’s all right,” you whispered. “You didn’t hurt me. Don’t look like that.”
His breath hitched.
He looked at you like you were something delicate and precious.
You realized you were still holding onto him.
Neither of you let go.
----
Over the next days, the Pevensies accompanied Aslan as he prepared for the coming war. And Peter…
Peter kept finding excuses to visit your cottage.
Sometimes he brought questions about Narnia.
Sometimes about strategy.
Sometimes he brought nothing but his presence.
And every time he crossed into your winter sanctuary, he shivered pleasantly, adjusting to the cold.
“It’s always so beautiful in here,” he murmured, brushing frost from his coat.
“It’s just snow,” you said.
“No,” Peter corrected softly. “It’s… you.”
You froze—not from your element, but from the way his voice dipped, warm and earnest.
He stepped closer. His breath misted between you.
“Can I…?” he whispered.
You tilted your head. “Can you what?”
Peter reached out slowly, giving you every chance to move away.
His fingers brushed your white hair, sweeping a strand behind your ear.
“You have snow in your hair all the time,” he murmured. “It suits you.”
Your cheeks warmed—not from heat, but from him.
“You shouldn’t get too close,” you breathed. “I don’t want you cold.”
Peter gave a small smile, something soft and almost shy.
“I don’t mind a little cold,” he said. “Not if it means being near you.”
Your heart stuttered.
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” you whispered.
“Why not?” he asked, stepping closer still, blue eyes fixed on yours.
“Because…” Your throat tightened. “Because I’ll start believing them.”
Peter’s breath faltered.
“I think I want you to,” he said.
----
One afternoon, Peter convinced you to step outside your sanctuary—just for a moment—to show him a lake he couldn’t find on his own.
You tried.
Truly.
But the moment the warm air hit you, your skin flushed painfully. Your lungs burned. Sweat dampened your forehead. You stumbled, gripping a tree as your vision blurred to white.
“Y/N?” Peter’s voice sharpened with fear. “Hey—look at me—look at me—”
“I—I can’t—too hot—Peter—” you gasped.
He caught you in his arms again, but this time he didn’t panic. He held you gently, firmly, lifting you against his chest.
“Hold on,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
You curled against him helplessly. Your body trembled in fever, but Peter kept whispering, voice low and soothing.
“I’m here. You’re going to be all right. Don’t you dare pass out on me.”
He carried you all the way back, not caring how the cold bit at him once he crossed into your sanctuary.
Aslan met you at the door of your cottage. His golden eyes softened with deep worry.
“Peter,” Aslan rumbled, “lay him down.”
Peter didn’t hesitate. He placed you gently onto your bed, brushing cold hair from your face.
Aslan’s massive head bowed beside you.
“You pushed yourself too hard, little one,” the Lion murmured.
You blinked up weakly, voice cracked. “I wanted… to help…”
Peter swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize— I didn’t mean to—”
You caught his wrist with trembling fingers.
“It’s not your fault,” you whispered, weak but sincere. “I’d follow you anywhere. Maybe I… shouldn’t.”
Peter’s face broke—soft, aching, full of emotion.
Aslan watched him carefully, then spoke in a low, rumbling tone.
“Peter,” Aslan said, “he trusts you. And I believe you may be the one person his heart listens to even more than mine.”
Peter’s eyes widened, stunned.
Aslan nudged his great head toward you.
“Stay with him.”
Peter sat beside you instantly.
You reached for him blindly, and he took your hand, pressing it to his chest.
“Don’t scare me like that again,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I can’t— I can’t lose you.”
Your breath caught.
“Peter,” you whispered. “Why do you care so much?”
His fingers brushed your cheek, cool from the sanctuary’s air.
“Because I’ve never…” His voice cracked. He tried again. “I’ve never met anyone like you. And I don’t want to.”
Your heart pounded weakly, but you managed a small, soft smile.
“You’re warm,” you said.
Peter leaned closer, forehead nearly touching yours.
“Is that a bad thing?” he whispered.
“No,” you whispered back. “Not when it’s you.”
His lips brushed yours—gentle, hesitant, full of the warmth you could feel safely.
You kissed him back.
Slow.
Careful.
Beautiful.
You felt his breath tremble.
When the kiss broke, Peter rested his forehead against yours.
“You are winter,” he murmured. “And I want to stay in your cold forever if it means I can be the one who warms your heart.”
Your eyes stung with emotion.
Aslan watched with a soft, knowing smile.
“My son,” the Lion rumbled softly, “you have found your warmth at last.”
You squeezed Peter’s hand.
“No,” you whispered. “My warmth found me.”
Peter kissed your forehead gently.
“I’m not leaving,” he promised. “Not tonight. Not ever.”
And for the first time, warmth didn’t hurt.
It healed.
───
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“But even a traitor can mend. I have known one that did.”
NAVIGATION ⋮ MASTERLIST
𖹭 A NEW ADVENTURE by anapotatowriter [ONESHOT] [2.2K]
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⇢ You get injured during a battle. Edmund isn’t happy.
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⇢ Edmund is distracted and you challenge him to a duel.
𖹭 CONFESSIONS | PT.2 by delicatel0vers [TWOSHOT] [1.4K]
⇢ Edmund has been acting differently towards you and the Pevensie sisters tease you about it.
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⇢ Little to no plot, just pure Edmund fluff.
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anon’s request: “Can I please request a fic of Edmund Pevensie falling for Susan’s best friend? She’s Edmund’s age and super innocent and naive? Maybe where Edmund is trying to flirt with her but she’s too naive to realize it and so Susan has to spell it out for her?? Thank you!”
pairing: edmund pevensie x reader
word count: 2k
a/n: thanks for the request anon! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it x
Sunlight drips like honey through the ancient oaks, dappling the forest clearing near Aslan’s How where Susan trains her archers. The crisp scent of pine and trampled grass fills your lungs as you line up your shot, bowstring drawn tight beneath trembling fingers. Susan had just begun the trainings of her new recruits, those whom she believes has the potential to be great at the skills she possesses.
“Steady,” Susan says beside you, her voice soft but sure. She gently adjusts your elbow, her cool fingers brushing your skin. “Lower your shoulders. Breathe with the wind, not against it.”
Upon her recruitment, you couldn’t help but hesitate at first. She’s your best friend, and a Queen, at that. You are a healer, always have been. Far from playing an active role in the kingdom.
You exhale shakily, nodding. “I just— I don’t want to let you down.”
A smile tugs at the corner of Susan’s mouth. “You couldn’t if you tried. Now, loose.”
Your fingers release. The arrow whistles through the air— thunk. It hits the target’s edge. Not the bullseye, but not the roots either. You break into a grin.
Spending most of your time around Susan and her siblings—you’re often present for their trainings and have had your fair share of practice battles with them. Though, nothing serious, amidst it all—Susan caught your aptitude.
“Better,” Susan praises, patting your arm.
Before you can notch another arrow, a familiar, warm voice echoes from the tree line. “What’s this? Narnia’s finest warriors in action?”
You turn just as Edmund emerges from the shadows, hands clasped behind his back like he’s pretending he didn’t come here for you. His hair catches the sunlight, his grin sharp and impossibly fond.
“Edmund.” Susan crosses her arms, one eyebrow lifted. “I thought you were with Trumpkin and the Council?”
Susan's vision of you becoming a great archer came with a doubt that crept into your mind—fear, even. Her words to you alone couldn’t get through to you at her idea of your recruitment. Though, Edmund—as someone your age, and loyal friend, knew exactly what to say, so that you saw yourself as gifted and proficient as he does.
“Was. Tedious business.” He shrugs, eyes sliding to you. Susan places a hand on her hip, clearing her throat. Edmund reads her, unable to hold back a grin. “Just checking in on the troops. Making sure my sister hasn’t turned you all into porcupines,” he teases, but his eyes drift to you once more. “Figured I’d check how our best new recruit is faring. How’s the aim today?”
You laugh nervously. “I nearly hit the center.”
“Nearly?” Edmund tuts playfully. He strides closer, inspecting your target with an exaggerated squint. “I’d best stand behind you, then. Safer for my heart.”
You giggle, missing the way his ears flush red. He shifts, hands brushing yours as he pretends to demonstrate proper form, and your stomach does a funny flip. You’re too busy focusing on Susan’s next instruction to see the way she watches you both—like she’s reading a story written in the air.
After training, you help Lucy gather arrows that strayed into the brambles. She appears with a basket of fresh-picked berries, cheeks pink and eyes dancing with mischief.
“You’re getting good,” she says, handing you one. Sweet juice bursts on your tongue. “Edmund’s very invested in your progress, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he’s so kind to everyone,” You say with a shy grin.
Trumpkin stomps past, muttering about wayward arrows. “Kind? Hmph. That boy’s got less subtlety than a centaur with—”
Lucy elbows him gently.
You blink, unbeknownst to their topic of conversation, which you assume is just playful banter between the two. You continue discussing about the trainings. “Susan’s so patient with me.”
“She’s patient with you,” Trumpkin grumbles as he passes by to retrieve an arrow. “Not so much with your princely admirer there.”
You tilt your head, confusion very clearly depicted on your features. “Princely admirer?”
Lucy giggles, but Trumpkin just shakes his head and grumbles under his breath something about reckless royals and lovesick cubs before stomping away to retrieve an arrow that somehow ended up in a tree trunk.
You frown, puzzled, as Lucy offers you a berry. “Don’t worry about Trumpkin,” she whispers. “He’s always grumpy when he’s right.”
The next day, Edmund shows up again — this time claiming to deliver a quiver of new arrows, and your favorite training gloves, freshly mended. You nearly trip over your own feet in surprise.
“I thought you might’ve worn these through,” he says, voice casual but eyes warm.
You take them with a shy smile. “Thank you, Edmund.”
“I thought you’d be busy with Council,” you say, watching him sling the quiver over his shoulder with ease.
“I was. But I’d rather be here.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, but his smile is soft, a little shy around the edges.
Before he can step back, you fumble in your pocket for the little charm you spent half the night stitching—a small strip of embroidered ribbon. You hold it out to him with both hands and innocent eyes.
“For you,” you say. “For your sword. So you’ll always come back safe.”
Edmund stills. For a heartbeat, he’s all boyish wonder—cheeks tinged pink, lips parted in surprise. He takes it like you’ve handed him a priceless treasure.
His hand brushes yours as he takes it. “You made this for me?” he asks softly, voice almost lost to the wind. His brown eyes look at you like he’s just struck gold.
“It’s silly, isn’t it?” You can’t help the blush that creeps to your cheeks—suddenly a little flustered at your own actions. But you are so incredibly grateful to have someone like him in your life—when Susan wasn’t there, he always was.
“Susan said archers used to tie charms on their bows for luck. I thought… maybe you’d like one, too.”
He laughs softly, but it’s not mocking. He loops the ribbon around the hilt at his side, fingers lingering over the knot. “I’ll keep it with me always, love.”
You smile, cheeks warm, oblivious to the way he’s staring at you like you’ve shot an arrow straight into his chest.
Days pass like this: you practice, Edmund visits, Susan watches. But one evening, the training goes long.
You stand behind the line, arrow drawn, when Edmund saunters up and gives you a smile—you can’t help but feel flustered at the way his smile reaches his glistening eyes. Your hands slip, sending the arrow skittering harmlessly into the grass.
You squeak out a mortified laugh while Edmund just chuckles, clearly delighted to be your undoing—and moves closer to you.
You draw back another arrow, determined to prove you can do this without Susan’s assistance today–determined to finally hit that elusive center. You want to prove yourself to her, and the other recruits too.
Your fingers ache from practice, your bow heavy in your palms. You take a long inhale, and exhale deeply—the way Susan taught you.
Edmund drifts over—not with a message or fresh quiver this time, but with that familiar teasing glint in his brown eyes. He circles behind you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him at your back.
“Mind your grip,” he murmurs, voice low and patient. You open your mouth to protest, but his hands come around yours without warning.
Rough, warm—steadying.
He curls his fingers around yours, guiding the angle of your wrist.
Your breath catches, and his thumb brushes your knuckles, lingering like a secret promise.
“Better,” he says, so close you could turn your head and your nose would brush his cheek. “Hold it just like that.”
You nod dumbly, heart stuttering in your chest. You tell yourself he’s just being dutiful—like the King he is, guiding every Narnian for the best— never suspecting the way he’s smiling, gaze fixed on the flush blooming across your cheeks. You’re too stunned to think, let alone shoot straight.
When you finally loose the arrow, it goes flying–though only to the outer edge of the target, and you pray to Aslan that Susan did not witness it.
Edmund huffs out a soft laugh, his fingers still wrapped around yours for a heartbeat too long. “Easy, love. We’ll keep at it.”
You stifle back a small chuckle. “Thank you, Edmund, for always helping out. You make a wonderful King.”
Behind you, Susan drops her bow with a muffled thud. Her eyes flick between you and her brother, disbelief painted on her features.
Later, she pulls you aside as the others pack up for the day. “You do realize he’s not coming here for me, don’t you?”
You blink at her for a moment, completely bewildered. “Who’s not coming for you?”
Susan just stares, perplexed. “Edmund. My brother. The one who finds any excuse to ‘check in’ every time you so much as breathe near a target.”
You still for a moment, processing your best friend’s words. The color red paints over your cheeks, evidently flustered. “What? No— he’s just being helpful. He’s a King–”
“Y/N,” Susan interrupts before you could try to convince yourself otherwise with another excuse. “He’s in love with you,” she says plainly—exasperated but fond. “And you’re the only mark he can’t seem to hit.”
You stare at the ground, your heart beating wildly. “I— I don’t know...”
Susan sighs and looks at you fondly, pressing her forehead to yours. “Try looking at him the way you look at your bow. You’ll see it.”
The next dawn is soft and misty, the air full of birdsong and dew. You spot Edmund before you reach the clearing. He’s waiting, arms crossed, foot tapping like he’s been there for ages, and his eyes light up the second they find yours.
You take a steadying breath, your boots crunching on damp grass.
Look at him properly.
“Edmund?” you call, voice trembling but clear. “Would you…” Your nerves have you pause for a second. “Stay and watch me today?”
A responding grin blooms across his face, so pure and impossibly sweet, it makes your heart ache. “Try and make me leave.”
You step up to the line, and draw the arrow back.
You inhale slowly, exhaling deeply—steadying yourself. Your gaze flicks to Edmund for a second.
Look at him the way you look at your bow, Susan’s voice echoes in your head.
For that fraction of a second, you spot it—a glint in his eyes. Something gone unnoticed before.
Loose. The arrow flies straight and true— thunk. Dead center. A perfect bullseye.
Before you can even gasp, Edmund cheers so loud that a startled bird takes flight from the canopy above. He rushes forward, scooping you up by the waist. You squeal, half laughing, half breathless, clinging to his shoulders as he he spins you once, then twice, before setting you down carefully—hands still resting on your hips like he can’t quite let go.
“You did it,” he murmurs when he sets you down, his nose brushing yours. “Straight to the heart.”
Your pulse drums in your ears and your voice trembles, but you’re braver than you’ve ever been. “Susan told me.”
“Told you what?”
“That you weren’t coming here for her,” you say shyly. “Are you here for me?”
His eyes darken, soft and fierce all at once. He lifts your hand and presses it to his chest, right over his heart. “I was yours long before that charm, love.” The little ribbon you made swings gently on the hilt of his sword.
Your laugh comes out sweet and warm, your heart dancing under your ribs. You lean in, pressing a shy kiss to his cheek. He tilts his head, eyes shining, and drops a gentle kiss to your forehead—like sealing a promise neither of you quite know how to speak yet.
Behind you, Susan’s voice rings out, half stern, half fond: “Try not to distract my archers too much, your Highness!”
Edmund pulls back just enough to smirk, eyes still locked on yours. “She’ll forgive me,” he whispers, fingers brushing your cheek. “You were worth every missed mark.”
And in that sunlit clearing, with the birds singing and the ribbon tied firm around his sword, you believe him.
Being a famous idol means PDA is out of the question, but not dorm displays. Alternatively, ways the enha boys show you’re theirs while in the dorms with their other members 🤭
1.5k words, idol!enha x gf!reader, this is fem reader, about 200 words a piece… no warnings i think, flufff, some are more general than others, im sorry 😔
Heeseung
Always has you sat on his lap.
Literally does not matter where you are or what you’re doing, you are not allowed next to him
Even if it’s a movie night and EVERY SINGLE member is there so you think ‘surely I can sit by myself this time, it’d be so weird for us to be cuddled up like that in front of everyone’
WRONG 🚨🚨
As soon as you sit down next to him, he looks at you like you’ve lost your mind
The pout comes out
“What are you doing?” 🥺
Genuinely looks so confused that you’re sitting anywhere else
“Hee, all the boys are here.”
Looks at you like ‘and since when do I gaf??’
Grabs your waist with one hand and pulls you into his lap himself 🤭
None of the boys bat a single eye
“Everyone knows this is where you belong baby” he says, kissing your temple and wrapping his arms around your midsection
Ignores you literally combusting
Jay
The definition of princess treatment
You can literally just turn your brain off when you’re around Jay
You haven’t touched a single door since the two of you started dating
He opens the car door, the door to the dorm, even his bedroom door
( he has your location turned on so he gets a notification when you’re close and can be there to open the door for you as soon as you arrive at their dorm)
One of the first times he took you out, you opened the door for yourself and he slid across the car hood to close it again and re open it before you had time to get out 🙄
(He looked really silly but you tell him it was cool)
Pulls your chair out even when you’re just eating dinner with the guys
Cue the boys exchanging looks and whip cracking motions 🤪
If you’re walking best bet he’s on the outside of the sidewalk and his hand is on your lower back, guiding you
You didn’t realize how much you stopped thinking around him until once when he was guiding you through the hall and he literally had to stop you from running into Sunghoon
It’s not your fault, you’re just a girl 🎀
Jake
NICKNAMES GALORE
The boys actually didn’t know your name for like a solid six months bc he NEVER said it
“My girlfriend is coming over” he’d announce
“Your girlfriend that is…?”
“Pretty?” He has no idea what they’re talking about
As soon as you get there all they hear out of his mouth are ‘pretty girl’ and ‘sweet angel’
Like hello you have a name 🤨
“C’mere pretty girl” as soon as you open the door
“What do you think, princess?” He asks your input as the boys decide what to watch
😵💫😵💫 sike, you don’t even need a name, he can call you whatever he likes
The boys like to tease him when they need you two for something
“Yes Jake, can you and your pookie wookie bear please join us in the kitchen for a moment?”
“Hey Jake, does your schnookums like cream in her coffee?”
He really doesn’t call you those, but anything out of his mouth might as well be to the guys
“Yes my beautiful girlfriend who is an angel on earth does like cream thank you very much. Lots of it.”
He does not care at all, he thinks you’re the sweetest thing ever and deserve to be reminded of it every time he talks to you
Sunghoon
Bro CANNOT FOCUS when you’re around it’s actually so bad
The boys have probably seen you guys kiss like twice but the amount of times they’ve had to smack him upside the head bc he’s zoned out staring at you???
♾️
He has the biggest heart eyes, if it was possible to love you anymore he’d probably actually develop heart shaped retinas
“Hoon? Hoon?” Heeseung calls his name four times before following his line of sight and seeing you filling a glass of water
“You’re so embarrassing.”
The boys approach you with anything they have to tell him because the only way he snaps out of it is if someone else joins you
He’ll be in space for 20 minutes but the second one of the guys walks up to you he’s right there
“Why are you talking to my girlfriend?”
(Yes I’m thinking about that fansign where he said no to everything 🤫)
The managers were gonna let you come to filming one time but the boys said ABSOLUTELY NOT
Hoon could not be in a five mile radius of you without getting dating rumors he was down so bad
Sunoo
This man loves you so bad he does not care who sees
Greets you at the door with a bone crushing hug and kisses all over your face
(The boys make faces at each other while they listen to his loud ‘mwah’s from the living room)
You flush when you walk in and realize they all heard it, but Sunoo pays them no mind, leading you by the hand to where he has a bouquet of flowers and your favorite coffee on the table
He’ll take you into the living room where the rest of the guys are playing games just so he can sit there with his arm around you while you enjoy your drink
Even when he gets into a fight with Sunghoon and starts yelling with his hands they’re still attached to you
One time he accidentally poked you in the eye while gesturing and he felt so bad he almost cried
Kissed it to make it better only to have the guys start throwing pillows at him for being “gross in the communal area”
“Fine, I’ll go kiss my girlfriend in peace!”
Now you’re a blushing mess that they all know 🫠
“Don’t be embarrassed baby, they’re just mad I have the prettiest girlfriend ever”
Jungwon
He takes care of you SO BAD
The boys teased him the first time they saw him stop to tie your shoes for you, but never again
Will be cooking the most delicious smelling thing in the world and smack the boys hands when they try to steal it
“This is for yn” 😠
Braids your hair, zips your jacket, honestly just fawns over you like a grandma 😭
“It’s cold out. You should bring a jacket!”
“But wonnnn, I don’t want to” you’d whine but does he care?
NO
His baby is not getting sick on his watch
Not only does he pick your jacket, but he also puts it on for you, zips it up, and puts on a matching hat
Imagine the boys reaction when the two of you go out one night and won comes back barefoot 😭
But your heels hurt and he wasn’t about to have that ‼️ so he gave you his shoes and carried your heels the rest of the way home
(The same heels that he insisted on clasping for you while you sat at his vanity)
‘Down astronomically bad’ Jay would cough as won leads you back to his room
Jungwon just thinks you should never have to do anything yourself 🤷♀️
“You just sit there and look pretty, I’ll get it” 🫣
Riki
Is quite literally always hanging off of you
Nonchalant my booty, when he’s in the comfort of his own home with the people who know him best… his facade goes down the drain
If you’re standing up at all— washing dishes, doing your hair, even standing in the living room having a conversation with one of his members
Without him??? I think not 🤨
Literally drapes himself across your back, hanging his arms over your shoulders and dropping his chin on top of your head
“Hi ki!” You chirp, turning around to see him staring, arms still locked around you
“Why are you doing that?” He asks
He doesn’t want you doing ANYTHING in his dorm.
Why are you even doing dishes? That’s his hyung’s job. Doing your hair??? For who? You will not be seen by anyone for the next 1-3 business days if it’s up to him
And if you’re talking to one of the members 🙄
He won’t say anything, but if you’ve kept talking for more than 2 minutes after he’s showed up, he’ll pinch your side and shoot daggers at whoever you’re talking to until the two of you give up
“No need to get moody, I’ll give you your girlfriend back,” Jake rolls his eyes
That’s what he was waiting for ‼️
Throws you over his shoulder and takes you right back to his room where you will never be heard from again!! (Until dinner time)
you’re perched on rikis bed, legs folded neatly underneath you, watching as he rummages through his closet. his room is a perfect reflection of him. it’s minimalistic yet cozy, with a few scattered items that scream nishimura riki—a lego set on his desk, a random beanie tossed over a chair, and a collection of hoodies taking up most of his closet space.
he lets out a dramatic sigh, pulling out a dark gray hoodie before turning toward you. “here,” he says, tossing it over your head.
you squeak, wiggling your arms free before slipping it on. it’s oversized, drowning your smaller frame, and smells just like him. it’s a mix of fresh laundry, cologne, and something uniquely Riki.
“you love making me look tiny, don’t you?” you tease, hugging the sleeves around your hands.
riki smirks, walking over and leaning down so his face is level with yours. “yeah,” he admits shamelessly, tilting his head. “it’s cute.”
your cheeks warm, but you roll your eyes playfully. “fake emo boyfriend thinks i’m cute, what a shocker.”
“fake emo boyfriend is crazy,” riki deadpans, nudging your cheek with his nose. “i’m literally so mysterious.”
you giggle, poking his stomach. “baby, you laugh at your own jokes and trip over air. you are not mysterious. if anything, you’re just a cutie patootie.”
he groans, dramatically flopping onto the bed beside you. “cutie patootie should be illegal. take it back.”
“nope,” you say, shifting so you’re half on top of him. “you’re a cutie patootie and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
riki exhales through his nose, rolling his eyes, but the way his arms immediately circle around your waist says otherwise. “you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, his voice low and affectionate.
you nuzzle into his chest, smiling against the fabric of his hoodie. “i know.”
the dorm is already buzzing with energy when you step inside, but the second the door clicks shut behind you, the noise dies down. six pairs of eyes immediately snap toward you.
“riki, you’re joking,” sunoo blurts, eyes wide in disbelief.
“who is this angel and what is she doing with you?” jake teases, crossing his arms with an amused smirk.
“she’s too pretty for you,” jungwon adds bluntly.
your cheeks heat up at the sudden attention, and you instinctively shift closer to riki. he, of course, doesn’t miss a beat and his arm wraps securely around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.
“yeah, yeah, ha ha,” riki deadpans, rolling his eyes. “okay this is y/n, my girlfriend. i know, shocking revelation.”
his members don’t respond immediately. instead, they exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise, amusement, and utter disbelief.
“you’re so…” sunghoon trails off, scanning you from head to toe before settling on riki. “girly.”
“and?” riki challenges, raising an eyebrow.
“it’s just—” sunoo gestures vaguely between the two of you. “we all thought you’d end up with someone like…i don’t know, a female version of you?”
“yeah, like, all dark clothes, quiet, super sarcastic, probably into gaming just like you,” heeseung adds, rubbing his chin like he’s solving a mystery.
“but instead, you’re dating—” jungwon gestures to you. “her.”
you blink, “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising a brow, though your voice remains playful.
“you’re all soft and pretty and you literally look like you stepped out of a pinterest board,” jay says, nodding toward your outfit, a cute, pastel-toned ensemble accessorized with dainty jewelry. “we just didn’t see it coming.”
riki grins, tightening his grip on you. “i like my girlfriend all soft and pretty. she’s my princess.”
your heart flutters at his words, and you instinctively squeeze his hand. “rikiiiii,” you whine playfully, hiding your face in his hoodie.
jungwon lets out a long sigh, shaking his head. “this is actually insane. i never thought i’d see the day riki became whipped.”
“i am not whipped,” riki scoffs, immediately going on the defensive.
“what do you mean, prove it?” riki narrows his eyes.
“let go of her,” jake says simply, nodding toward his arm around your waist. “if you’re not whipped, you can let her go, right?” riki doesn’t move. the room erupts in laughter.
“oh my god,” sunoo gasps between wheezes. “he actually can’t let go.”
“shut up,” riki grumbles, but his grip on you only tightens.
you giggle, tilting your head up to look at him. “you are kinda proving their point, baby.”
riki exhales sharply before dramatically peeling his hand away from your waist, only to immediately grab your fingers instead. “there,” he mutters. “happy?”
“that doesn’t count!” sunghoon laughs. “you’re still holding her!”
“you guys are so annoying,” riki groans, but he’s smiling despite himself.
“okay, okay,” heeseung grins, clapping his hands together. “y/n, since you’re officially part of the group now, we need to ask you some important questions.”
you perk up. “oh? like what?”
“first,” jay starts, leaning forward like he’s about to uncover a huge secret. “who made the first move?”
riki snorts. “me, obviously.”
“are you sure?” sunoo arches a brow. “i feel like she had to force you into realizing your feelings.”
“hey!” riki glares. “i realized them on my own.”
you hum, tilting your head playfully. “i did have to wait a bit for him to catch up.”
the room explodes with laughter again, and riki looks personally offended. “baby,” he whines. “you’re supposed to be on my side!”
you giggle, squeezing his hand. “i am, baby. i’m just also right.” his members coo at the interaction and riki groans, hiding his face in your shoulder.
“okay, next question,” heeseung continues, thoroughly enjoying this. “what’s the cutest thing riki has ever done for you?”
you pause, thinking. “hmmm…he always makes sure i have one of his hoodies when i stay over, and he buys me snacks in my favorite flavors without me even asking.”
“that’s so soft,” sunoo gasps dramatically. “who is this riki, and what did he do with the old one?”
“right?” jake shakes his head. “he used to make fun of us for being romantic, and now he’s out here being all boyfriend coded.”
“okay, that’s enough questions,” riki cuts in, glaring at his members. “we get it. i have the best girlfriend ever.”
you beam up at him, batting your lashes. “awww, you think i’m the best?”
riki sighs, but the way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear betrays him. “yeah,” he mutters. “you know i do.”
his members all groan in unison.
“this is so unfair,” jungwon complains. “i thought riki was gonna be the last one to act all lovey dovey, but he’s actually the worst one.”
“it’s sickening,” sunghoon nods.
“get used to it,” riki smirks. “she’s not going anywhere.”
you lean into his side, smiling as his fingers intertwine with yours. “nope,” you agree. “i’m not going anywhere.”
his members groan again, but the teasing fades into something softer, something almost approving.
maybe you weren’t who they expected, but watching riki beam at you like you were his entire world?
yeah, they could definitely get used to this.
hours later, after playing games, eating snacks, and listening to rikis members tease him relentlessly about you, he finally tugs you away to his room.
the door shuts softly behind you, enclosing you both in a peaceful quiet that contrasts the lively energy outside. you let out a sigh, stretching your arms above your head before flopping onto his bed.
“they were so nice,” you hum. “i thought i was gonna be nervous, but they made me feel so welcome.”
riki hums, settling beside you. “too welcome,” he mutters, eyes narrowing. “i thought jake was gonna steal you away.”
you giggle, shifting onto your side to face him. “never,” you promise, reaching up to tuck a strand of his hair back then resting your hand on his cheek, softly caressing him. “i’m your girlfriend, remember?”
his gaze softens instantly. “mine,” he echoes, his fingers tracing slow circles on your hip.
you nod, letting your hand now rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “yours,” you confirm.
riki exhales deeply, like he’s processing the weight of your words, then leans in, brushing his nose against yours. “can i kiss you?” he murmurs.
your heart stutters. even after all this time, he still asks.
“of course, baby,” you whisper.
riki cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin before he finally presses his lips against yours. the kiss is slow, gentle, like he’s savoring the moment. when he pulls away, his lips linger against yours, reluctant to break the contact completely.
“you make me so soft,” he mutters, half annoyed but mostly in awe.
you giggle, playing with the collar of his hoodie. “you like it.”
riki groans, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him so you’re curled against his chest. “maybe,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
you snuggle closer, letting your fingers trace lazy patterns on his chest. “i thought bringing you here would be kinda nerve wracking,” he murmurs. “but having you next to me just makes everything feel…easy.”
your lips curve into a soft smile. “that’s because i’m your safe place, duh.”
riki goes quiet for a moment, then exhales, tightening his hold around you. “yeah,” he whispers. “you really are, my love.”
with one last kiss to your forehead, he tucks you against his chest, holding you close as sleep starts to pull you both under—wrapped up in warmth, in love, in each other.
“hey baby,” heeseung’s voice startles you, causing you to almost fall out of your study desk. you whip your head towards the balcony, to see your boyfriend hanging upside down by his spiderwebs.
“what are you doing here?” you hiss, striding towards the balcony. you pull his spider mask down, revealing his charming face which always gave you butterflies. “god forbid a man wants to visit his girl,” he grins lazily, winking at you when he knows this is an ungodly hour to visit you.
his cover could be blown. “my parents are literally in the next room, hee. can you please get out—” “just a kiss,” heeseung pleads, tilting his head with that mischievous smile of his, still dangling upside down like it’s the most casual thing in the world, “just a kiss and i’ll go.”
and you eventually give in, rolling your eyes as you cup his face and lean in for a kiss. heeseung smiles into the kiss, his lips soft and tender against yours, moving in sync as your teeth graze against his top lip. his breath hitches, falling to the threshold of the balcony with a thud.
“are you okay? you’re gonna wake up my parents,” you whimper, looking down at him. but heeseung only chuckles, looking up at you, “sorry, babe. i get nervous around you.”
PARK JONGSEONG
you became famous overnight all around your college when your face hit the news headline— “college girl saved from local monsters by the city's superhero, spiderman.”
“so, how was the experience?” you get startled by the sudden voice beside you, almost dropping the books in your hand. shutting your locker close, you meet the eyes of park jongseong aka jay— leaning against his own locker, wearing one of those oversized hoodies with a cocky grin.
“nothing special,” you shrug, leaning against your locker too as you scoff, “not big of a fan.” “really?” jay scoffs, inching closer until he towers above you easily. his dark hair locks fall gently over his forehead, making your mouth gape.
“you say spiderman is not all that,” he angles his head sideways, cupping your face between his hands— leaning in just enough for his hot breath to fan over your face, “then why were you so clingy to him last night? you sure didn't want to let go, doll.”
you could feel blood rush up to your face, making it flush before jay. you chuckle, whispering, “but how did you know that?” just like that, jay realises he messed up, his spider-suit peeking under his hoodie.
SIM JAEYUN
“—and the correct option is c,” jake pushes his thick rimmed glasses up his nose bridge, “did you get it?”
“yeah, i got it,” you sigh, your attention nowhere but your boyfriend, who’s neck is still damp from swinging around the city, saving people.
“does spiderman help other girls with their homework too?” you sigh, cocking your head to one side. “no?” jake is caught off guard, his eyes widened as he pulls you on his lap, “only you, i promise.”
before you can stop yourself, you grab the collar of his hoodie and pull him in. jakes eyes widen behind his glasses, but he soon eases into the kiss, one hand cups your cheeks as he leans into you. your stomach flips as he giggles into the kiss, caressing your cheeks.
you back just a little, your forehead pressed to his. “does he kiss other girls too?”
jake laughs, his glasses fogged, “only if she’s you.”
PARK SUNGHOON
sunghoon quickly pulls you into the janitors closet, banging it shut as he pushes you against the wall. “shut up,” he pleads, all sweaty and out of breathe in his spider-suit, “please just everybody can hear you—”
“i wasn’t even going to say anything,” you lie, gripping onto his biceps as they brace next to your head, bodies too close to each other in the cramped place, “why did you think revealing yourself as spiderman to me was okay?”
sunghoon sighs, he knew that changing into civilian clothes right before college was risky. and of course, out of all people, you happened to see him in the hallways. “just—promise me,” he huffs, leaning in to see your face better in the dark, “you won’t tell anyone, alright?”
“and why do you think i wouldn’t?” you smirk, eyes glinting with mischief as they meet sunghoon’s confused ones.
“seriously?” he hisses, his patience running thin as he grits his teeth, “y/n you better—” “park sunghoon is spi—!”
he doesn’t let you finish the sentence, he leans forward and slams his lips on yours, pulling you into a hurried, angry yet a soft and delicate kiss. he cradles your head with his hand, the other sliding down to your waist. “shut up,” he breathes as he pulls away, chuckling at your flushed face which he loves.
KIM SUNOO
as you’re about to circle around the block towards the alleys to reach your apartment, a fwip sound interrupts you— and suddenly you’re being held up in the air by your waist.
“what the— sunoo?” you almost scream as sunoo only laughs, swinging you onto a building’s rooftop like it’s nothing.
“you almost screamed,” sunoo laughs, pulling up his mask just up to his nose, “you’re so cute.”
“you almost gave me a heart attack,” you complain, smacking his arm playfully as he laughs. “i missed you,” he says, slowly pulling you closer on the rooftop, slow and cool wind caressing you both, “it’s so hard to not see you all the time.”
you giggle in his arms, and sunoo pushes a strand of your hair behind your ears, “can i kiss you?”
“you don’t have to ask,” you finally give him his much needed permission, and sunoo leans in for a kiss amidst the busy night life he secretly watches over.
YANG JUNGWON
you quickly shut the door to your room behind you, facing your boyfriend who’s busy changing into civilian clothes.
“look away!” jungwon blushes as his eyes meet yours. he’s halfway through a plain white shirt, his abdomen exposed.
“what did i tell you about barging into my family gatherings?” you almost shout, slapping jungwon's forearm. “ouch,” jungwon whispers, “but did you see your messages? you told me to save you—”
“not when i said my whole family is here!” you sigh, plopping down flat on your bed and jungwon quickly wears his shirt. before you can say anything, jungwon hovers above you, pressing soft pecks on your lips and neck.
“i need to make sure you're alright,” he smiles in the most gentle way which makes your heart melt, and pull him closer by his collar. “i love you,” he whispers against your lips, kissing it slow.
“i love you more,” you chuckle. “no, i do!” he protests, pulling back to see your face. “no jungwon, you know that i love you more—”
“is somebody there?” a familiar voice floats in from outside your door, probably a relative. “i saw someone in there.” jungwon's face cringes as he looks at your furious one.
NISHIMURA RIKI
riki winces as you press a feathery kiss just above the bruise blooming on his cheek. “does it hurt?” you ask.
“not when you're kissing them,” riki teases, pulling you closer on his lap as he wraps his arms around you, “i want you to kiss all my bruises—”
“i told you not to mess with them,” you complain, an irritated pout forming on your face as you caress riki’s cheek. “you’re spiderman, not a fighter, they are stronger than you.”
“you hurt me more, doll,” riki leans into your touch, smirking as he mumbles, “i still took all of them down though.”
“that's not the point riki,” you sigh, retracting your hand from his cheek, at which he winces again, “i don't want you to get hurt all the time.” riki sighs into your palm, using both of them to cup his own face, “you’re so hot when you’re angry,” he snorts, biting his lip.
“can you please stop—” riki doesn't waste a second listening to your lectures as he pulls you in by your wrist, lips clashing into a heated kiss, which slows down eventually. you pull back first, an unsure and strict expression on your face.
“if it means getting hurt everyday because of you,” riki kisses your wrist, “then so be it.”
(A/N: Here’s an insert reader with another Worst Day idea set during the reign of the Pevensies in Narnia. Reader appears human, but they’re Narnian, so there’s a lot of ancestry of nonhumans.
Warnings: Minor angst and fluff.
Word Count: 1,665 words)
Days shone bright over the land of Narnia. An age of warmth during the rule of the kings and queens. Such a safe and happy time. Narnia prospered as many imagined it would after the White Witch was defeated. Years of peace made bad memories of the endless winter seem so far away. Even if Queen Lucy was often known to tell Tales of the Wardrobe and their first coming to Narnia. You knew of no one who did not fancy hearing it repeated.
As a narnian, you were proud to work within Cair Paravel often serving meals, making sure the Kings and Queens had what they needed.
What you were not proud of was a chain of incidents so absurd.
You had ran your hand into a doorway early in the morning. A pain appeared so gradually and intensely that you had not uttered a sound.
Later when you were in the kitchen, ready to place breakfast on the trays, you had spilled a good portion of water and freshly squeezed fruit juice onto the floor. You and a Kindly bird cleaned the mess the best one could with a cleaning cloth.
The delay was hardly noticed by the Kings and Queens who had been engaged in what news they had received from their friends in Archenland. You were thankful for the distraction. However, you nearly tripped on your way to the table when King Edmund peered over to you with his intelligently warm gaze and smile.
By the Lion, what had come over you?
Such a question you would think repeatedly.
By midday, you had managed to have your clothes caught in a door, temporarily lost a shoe outside by the rocks while exploring, popped yourself in the nose with your own hand, and broke a spoon.
Out of all of the minor accidents, you still could not fathom how the spoon snapped at the handle.
Better than a knife, you supposed as you and two others carried trays of assorted food. As well, it was better then, in the kitchen, than out where more eyes could had witnessed.
You breathed a quiet sigh of relief when you placed the tray down with no incident. Leaving the royals to their meal, you stood by the wall. Out of the way, but nearby in case you were needed.
One step backwards and your back came into contact with something.
CRASH
The room fell silent as you had already turned at the sudden sound.
You had knocked over a vase.
Oh no.
The faun beside you glanced you over, checking if you were alright.
In a quick peep, you witnessed kind and concerned faces of the Kings and Queens.
Oh, how you could cry.
You mumbled a reply to your friend and hastily picked up the pieces. Swallowing as a lump formed in your throat, you held yourself together.
“Are you well?” Queen Lucy inquired, already poised to stand from her seat.
“Well as ever,” you announced with a wavering tone. One you noticed and very well knew was obviously heard.
Quickly, you finished up and scurried out of the room.
How careless and clumsy can I possibly be? You chastised yourself as you made as much distance between yourself and the royals as fast as possible without running. On the way, you disposed the pieces of vase elsewhere.
Air. I simply need air. A breeze.
You heard rapid footsteps in the hall behind you, but you ignored them. Needing to pull yourself back together was top priority. You weren’t in their way, surely.
Walking out onto a balcony, you leaned back against a column and sighed.
And the day is still quite young.
Anything was possible.
Tears blurred your vision as they built up for release. Emotions could not be contained forever.
The call of your name startled you, however recognizing the owner of the voice filled you with dread. You did not want King Edmund to see you in such emotional distress.
Hastily, you wiped the tears from your eyes before they had a chance to fall.
“There you are,” King Edmund walked around the column to see you.
Any other time, those words would had sent butterflies in your stomach.
Upon meeting your gaze, however briefly, his expression softened. Thoughtful brown eyes studying you.
“It was only a vase.” He stated calmly.
“It was indeed.” You said quietly with your gaze set to the floor.
“Are you injured at all?”
“Not a scratch, your majesty.”
He took a step closer to you and rose a quizzical brow. “Then may I ask as to what has stolen the familiar smile from your face?”
His kind expression and caring words nearly sent you into a weeping mess. But you swallowed and held yourself together. If only by a thread.
Kind king, you thought, a just king.
“Of course you may ask, your majesty, but a smile can not remain forever.”
“True.” The King nodded thoughtfully. “Yet I have witnessed yours falter throughout the day. Is there anything I can do?”
He has noticed.
You shook your head. “I wish you could.”
“Then I will immediately.”
“But nothing can be done, my king. I am the one who has turned dangerously clumsy since the rise of the sun.”
The corner of his lips twitched.
“I am an embarrassment within Cair Paravel,” you groaned and cast your gaze out to the Great Eastern Ocean. “I have hit my hand, spilled drinks, tripped over nothing, broke a spoon of all things, and smashed a vase all before late afternoon.”
Slumping against the column, you could not witness the king’s expression. Perhaps if you did, you might not had felt so out of spirits. For King Edmund the Just did not laugh at your pain nor would he make light of what tormented you so.
“Not every day is the same.” He stated warmly. “Some of us may do something they will soon regret and some may do something nearly out of their control. One action does not need to define who you are for the rest of your life. Not even the rest of the day.”
You wiped your eyes again.
“I know it so personally.” The King admitted softly. “Even a series of accidents, no matter the size, can not determine how you choose to feel through your days.”
Reaching forward, King Edmund delicately grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips sweetly. His gaze caught your own with a warmth and intelligence that made your heart flutter.
You ducked your head away from his gaze, much too flustered by your day and his words. The ocean breeze would not cool you then.
He kissed your hand once more.
“Your majesty should have more compassion for my emotions.” You covered your face with your free hand.
He had never displayed such affection before, you thought in a flurry of nerves. Hasn’t he?
“I know compassion from the light in your eyes.” He gently pulled your other hand away from your face.
If not for the column behind you, you doubted your legs could support you at that moment. Being drawn into the charm and affections gifted to you by the king. A closeness you only imagined in your mind when the sun was low and you had time for anything.
“Would I be mistaken to believe you held tender feelings for me?” King Edmund inquired softly. “That I might ask to court you with honest and sweet words.”
Your heart beat nearly shook you as it picked up in pace.
To be courted by Edmund seemed like a fantasy tale. Even to imagine a single image of the possibilities sent a positively overwhelming thrill through you. A quiet daydream you hadn’t thought entirely realistic. You both were on friendly terms for sure.
Yet there he was, holding your hands after following after you to inquire on your health.
It was certainly possible.
Warm eyes anxiously searched your gaze. He looked for any sign of answer without urging one from you. A patient king.
You swallowed. “Court me, your majesty?”
“It is my wish.” King Edmund nodded. “Is it yours?”
“Yes,” you exhaled. Your shoulders dropped as you finally relaxed the tension built within you. A smile formed on your lips.
Goodness, yes! Your secret wish.
He broke into a grin as his eyes seemed to reflect all the light sparkling from the ocean’s surface beyond. A swell of emotions greater than the waves upon the shoreline. Upon his cheeks, a dust of pink arose.
“I hope I am able to give you an ounce of the happiness you have given me this moment.” The king announced brightly and kissed both of your hands.
“More so and more with time.”
“Then our faces, I’m afraid, may grow sore from smiling so.”
“Not a terrible fate, my king,” you laughed lightly.
Lowering your gathered hands to in front of his heart, he gazed at you earnestly. “My friend, my dearest, please call me Edmund.”
Oh.
“Edmund.” You tested his name out loud without his title and felt a flutter of excitement in your belly. You could certainly become accustomed to using his name informally.
“Yes?” His eyes shone playfully.
“Goodness,” you laughed. “I can only imagine how playing chess with you may play out.”
“Why not find out now?” He stepped back still holding your hands.
“Not now,” you answered as you were reminded of a detail he seemed to overlook. “Edmund, you haven’t touched the food we brought out for the four of you.”
Your words did not dampen his spirits in the slightest.
“We can eat anywhere we play chess.”
Gently, Edmund pulled you with him. Down the bright halls of Cair Paravel and through strong thresholds.
“It is a comfort to know I can not possibly be so clumsy while outsmarting your moves in chess,” you thought aloud.
“We’ll see about that, my dearest.” Edmund challenged and placed a warm kiss to your knuckles.
~~~
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—telling husband!jay to "get out" while you change.
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you saw a trend on tiktok of people telling their husbands to get out while they change just to see their reaction, and you thought it'd be hilarious to try it on jay.
"jay, baby, can you come here?" you yell from the bathroom, jay immediately making his way towards you.
"yeah?" he says appearing behind you.
"i don't know what to wear today and i wanted your opinion.." you say putting on your best acting skills.
"well what're your options, baby?" he says, stepping closer to the dresses in your hand.
"i was thinking between these two.."
jay puts his hand on his chin, clearly thinking hard about his decision, not paying any mind to you trying to stiffle a laugh.
"hmm .. i think you should go with the black one. you know I really love black on you. plus we can match." he says, wrapping his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"okay, thank you! can you step out while I get changed?"
jay tries to hide it, but you don't fail to notice how his eyebrows furrow for a few seconds.
"yeah, of course baby, but ... why? everything okay?" he says, backing up to look at you.
"i'm fine!" you respond, playing it cool. "i just want to change real quick. just step out please?"
jay doesn't move, in fact he leans against the doorframe, eyes narrowing.
"wait, baby... we've been married for three years." he says slowly.
you nod, gesturing past the door with a teasing smile. "and you can spend the next three in the hallway if you don't scoot!"
he scoffs, stepping closer. "and also we, yes we, just had sex like ... this morning. in this exact room."
"Jay!" you giggle, trying not to break character.
"why are you acting brand new? like all this ain't mine, love." he teases, hands flying to your waist. your lips twitch as you try not to look at him.
"i mean you told me it was mine, remember? several times. loudly."
"Jay, please—" you finally break into laughter, hitting him with your shirt.
he pretends to be hurt, before playfully smacking your ass.
having her around? edmund knows for sure he’ll be alright.
pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader
warnings: nothing
genre: fluff, edmund pining over his bsf
word count: 591
a/n: got me giggling while i was writing lmao 😭
“It’s not fair.”
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as her best friend plopped himself flat on her bed.
Her parents had let her stay with the Pevensie’s at a professor’s house for shelter — who would have thought they would end up being leaders of a kingdom.
She had been crowned Queen Y/N the Eloquent. Her ever so good skills in speaking benefited their home like no other. They had fixed so many conflicts without drawing out blood with her help, the siblings wondered what they would have done if Edmund didn’t accidentally smack her in the head back when they were 4.
“What is it this time Eds?” she sighed, leaving the stack of books she was carrying from her own personal library to sit down next to Edmund’s body.
“It’s just Peter— and Susan— not to mention Lucy. Why is it always me! Why not y— them this time?! As if I can’t do anything like that. It's just I need time—“
“Eds! Edmund! Breath, please” she pleaded, concerned at the speed the words were coming out of his mouth. Edmund only remained quiet, his face flat on her bed. She sighed, standing up from her position, she — lightly — hit Edmund on the shoulder.
“Sit up!” she hissed.
Another hit.
“Sit up, you twat!”
The insult had the boy standing up in an instant, shooting daggers at the smile Y/N was playfully displaying. “Who’re you calling a twat?”. Edmund sounded offended, Y/N knew him too well that the question had an action behind it for her to fall for. “No one. Well… someone with the last name Pevensie…”
“Peter, then?”
“No,” she dismissed, shaking her head jokingly. “More like Edmund—“ she shrieked his name in surprise. He had been quick, reaching towards her in seconds — his long arms wrapped around her waist as his fingers dug to her sides.
“Edmund! Stop—“ she could barely get the words out, her laughs drowning the whole room. Edmund laughed at the attempt, tightening his hold. “I suggest you take back your words, my lady. Or you’ll be trapped forever!” Edmund announced between his own chuckles.
“Never!”
Their laughs only got louder. The sound escaping the room. Two fauns just happened to pass Y/N’s closed bedroom door, the two looking at each other knowingly. “I am really having a hard time believing that those two will always be best friends.” One said to the other.
“Hopefully, one of them will gain some courage. Who knows, maybe we’ll get Narnia’s first prince in three years' time.” The other replied.
The two laughed, knowing the prediction is highly unlikely — but not impossible.
Back inside, Edmund had stopped. His arms still around her waist as the two took a moment to catch their breaths. Y/N had rested her head against his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat instantly calming her down.
Edmund watched in adoration at Y/N allowing herself to rest against him. Despite knowing each other for more than a decade — maybe even more — he still doesn’t believe someone as delicate as the girl in front of him trusts him enough to do so.
Maybe in the future he’ll finally tell her what he found so unfair. Why his siblings would continuously pester him about his buried feelings when they too had them one way or another.
For now, having Y/N allow him to wrap his arms around her, it’s enough. Knowing she confides in him as he does to her, it’s enough.
Having her around, she’s enough.
thank you sm for reaching the end. i appreciate it a lot. feel free to tell me what you <3 constructive criticism is highly valued. also accepting prompts or requests atm. love u lots xoxo
a/n: hiii. i've been aching to write for him for a while now, and due to the lack of content for him i decided to take it into my own hands. it might be a little rusty at parts, but i like the idea of it, so i hope ypu enjoy. as always, let me know what you think. requests are open <3
summary: being the king's and queen's advisor came with many surprises
Your arrival to Narnia had been fortunate for the King’s and Queen’s reign. You had arrived one fateful day, after having fallen asleep on your backdoor patio while reading. When you eventually woke up, you were not in your patio anymore, instead a tall figure mounted on a horse stood a few feet away from you. He was wearing a silver shimmering crown that glowed as the sun hit it. You immediately shuffled back as you tried to get as far away as possible from the man in front of you.
“Don’t be afraid,” the man said as he dismounted his horse.
That didn’t stop you from being very much afraid. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, so instead you frantically dragged yourself backwards while simultaneously trying to reach out for a stick or something you could defend yourself with.
“No- stop that, I wont hur-” the man started, however, his words were cut short as you pointed a branch at him. He simply raised his hands in a bored way, prompted by his actions you stood up, without lowering your weapon.
“Can I talk now?” he asked.
“Where am I?” you replied.
“You’re in Narnia,” he said. Up close, and without the sun blinding you, you could see that he was actually rather handsome. He had dark brown hair, kind blue eyes, and a sharp jawline. He was dressed in weird clothes -beautiful, but weird-, he wore a thick dark green cape that was embroidered with intricate silver patterns over a white silk shirt, and brown trousers. Overall, he exuded an air of regency, (which could be mostly given by the fact that he was also wearing a crown), however, you would not allow yourself to lower your guard.
His reply only prompted more questions. How could you have fallen asleep in your garden, and have woken up in the forest?
“Have I been kidnapped?” you asked.
The man laughed, and he lowered his hands, to which you jolted your stick at.
“Put that down, will you, if I had wanted to harm you, I would’ve already done it”, he said, as he swiftly swept his cape away, so that a seathed sword came into view.
“I really don’t understand how that is reassuring,” you replied, the branch not leaving your firm grip.
He sighed and just extended his hand. You eyed it for a second, and then looked at him before returning your gaze to his hand as you promptly shook it.
“I’m Edmund Pevensie. It’s nice to meet you”.
“I’m not telling you my name Edmund Pevensie, for all I know, you might just be a well-dressed murderer”.
“He did say you were quite ‘peculiar’,” Edmund said as he chuckled. He turned his back on you and went to mount his horse again.
“Wait. Where are you going? Are you leaving me here?”
“That’s what you wanted, didn’t you?” he asked in a mocking way, as he sat on top of the horse.
You lowered your weapon and sighed, “Well, not really. I mean, you brought me here -beautiful place, by the way- but I’d like to go home now, please.”
“I didn’t bring you here, Y/N.”
“Then who di-?” you paused as you came to a sudden realization. “How do you know my name?”
“He told me. And He told me where to find you as well”.
“You do realize that most of the things you’ve said at this point haven’t made sense, right?”
He laughed once again, you seemed to amuse him, “You are breath of fresh air. I’m sure my siblings will have no problem getting along with you,” he said. “Now, if you wan’t answers, you can come with me, if you don’t, you can stay here,” as he gave you your options, her extended his hand towards you.
You pondered your options for a moment: mounting a horse with a total (handsome) stranger, or stay here, in this (admittedly, beautiful) forest. Unfortunately for you, you would have to choose the first one. You sighed and dropped the branch before making your way to him. Before taking his hand, you eyed his silver crown and then looked at him.
“Am I supposed to bow?”
He chuckled, endlessly amused by your behavior, “I think we’re past that now.”
You chuckled as well before taking his hand, and being pulled up by him to mount the horse. When he was sure you were secured, he turned his head to the front and patted the horse’s neck. “Take us home Phillip, please”.
The horse apparently understood, as it neighed and apparently nodded before turning around and galloping to God-knows-where.
That had been nearly two years ago, when Edmund was merely an 18-year-old boy. Now, you were running around the castle grounds, making sure that everything would be perfect for his birthday ball, where single ladies form all around would presents themselves to him as future possible wives and queens. He didn’t have to choose a wife, however it was now a tradition since Peter had had one the year you had arrived, at the request of the Beavers.
“At least give it a try My King,” Mrs. Beaver had said. And so he did, however, he didn’t chose a queen, something that disappoint every available lady in Narnia and beyond.
So now, here you were trying to make ends meet so that Edmund could have a nice birthday, and he could pick a queen.
“Do make sure the trees are happy, they look their best when they are,” you said to a maid.
“Yes, My Lady,” she replied.
Even though you weren’t exactly royalty, being their advisor/ representative/ local magic healer, amongst other unofficial duties, you were treated like the next big thing.
“Oh, and also the food must not go in the ballroom, but rather in the conjoined rooms. The satyrs have agreed to pass out drinks, haven’t they?”
“Yes, My Lady.”
“Perfect, and the centaurs will be receiving the guests, right?”
“That has been taken care of already, My Lady,” a voice interrupted the usual affirmations of your female companion.
Edmund stood in front of you with a grin. The maid immediately excused herself, not before wishing him a happy birthday, to which he offered her a sincere smile and a gracious vow.
“Good morning Ed, I suppose you’re getting ready for your big event,” you said as you flipped through the stack of papers in your hands which were filled to the brim of things you had to take care of.
“Actually, I was about to ask you if you wanted to go for a ride,” he said as he joined your side.
“Ah, I wish I could, but unfortunately, I have a lot of things to get done for the party,” you replied, taking a quick glance at him.
“Phillip does miss you,” he said.
“I’m sure he does,” you said in a sarcastic tone. In reality you could imagine he actually missed your mare, Kamaria.
“Come on-” he started,but he wouldn’t get the opportunity to finish his thought, since you heard a voice calling to you from the other side of the gardens. It was Susan, who has pointing at her wrist, indicating you were late.
You groaned softly, “God, I have to get my dress fitted,” you said as you covered your face with the papers. “I’ll see you tonight!” you spoke as you started to make your way to Susan, to which Edmund wanted to say something, but a sudden thought halted your steps.
You ran up to Ed once again and threw your arms around him, “Happy Birthday, your majesty,” you said up to his ear. You felt him wrap your arms around your waist and hug you tighter. You eventually let go, praying that your face wasn’t as red as it felt. You looked at him one last time and as you ran towards Susan, you looked back and yelled “Save me one dance, will you?”
You saw him laugh softly, before going to face Susan.
“Oh Edmund, please dance with me!” she said in a sing-song voice.
“Be quiet,” you hushed and gently nudged her.
“Just kiss already.”
The night had been lit up by the various candelabra that gave life to the ballroom, as well as the stunning gowns and dress robes that the guests were wearing.
You stood by the King’s and Queen’s thrones, always at their left side. You were wearing a beautiful gown that had been tailored just for you, which made you feel like a star. However, you knew that was not the case, this night was not about you, it was about Edmund, and the girls that came here to be courted.
Once everyone was settled in, trumpets sounded throughout the room, which prompted the guests’ attention to move towards the thrones. Peter, Susan, and Lucy stood up, and the room cleared out for them in a semi-circle. They were to choose their first dance now.
Lucy went first, she immediately went up to one of the satyrs that were passing out drinks and asked him to dance. He happily agreed, as he set down the platter on his arm and bowed to her. Susan went next, she graciously picked one nice looking guy from the crowd, and curtsied, he returned the gesture by bowing. Last, was Peter, you saw as the girls in the crowd straightened their posture. You smiled at that, knowing that if you were in their position you would’ve probably done the same, it filled you with endearment towards the girls. However, you soon saw their posture deflate, and their eyes fell on you. You came to the sudden, and mortifying, realization that King Peter the Magnificent was standing in front of you.
Your eyes went wide, and as much as you wished to ask for an explanation, you couldn’t.
“Can I have this dance?” he asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.
You saw Susan trying to hold back her laughter at your reaction as she gave you an encouraging nod.
Turning your attention back at Peter, you felt as if your blood has been drained; you were used to being the center of attention, however, this felt different, it was as if you were being judged by your own people. “Peter, what the fuck?” you whispered harshly, as you offered him a tight-lipped smile along with your hand.
Since having arrived to Narnia, you’ve abstained yourself from cursing, mostly because you knew that people here weren’t as used to it as you were back in the twenty-first century, however, sometimes you just couldn’t help it.
“Ah yes, always with the sailor mouth,” he chuckled, as he led you to the center of the ballroom. “You don’t see that a lot back home.”
“So you’ve told me, but what you haven’t told me is what are you doing.”
“Is it so bad that I want to take my advisor out to dance?” he asked, positioning his hands on your waist.
“Not at all, my king, but I’d rather not be the target of the death glares coming from the fine ladies here,” you replied just as the music started to fill the room.
“Then you’re going to hate what comes next,” he said, you could hear the grin on his voice. You tensed under his touch, and he felt it immediately, as he spun you around and smiled. “Enjoy yourself Y/N, don’t worry. You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”
“What do you mean Peter? What are you guys up to?” you were starting to get worried now.
“You look beautiful,” he said as a reply. “I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing.”
You remained silent, a silent confused noise was the only thing that escaped your mouth as he spun you around again. It was obvious that he was playing a game, and he was refusing to give you any answers. From the corner of your eye you saw Orion, his usual stoic expression seemed a little off, he was looking at Edmund, who was now making his was to the stairs in front of the four thrones, meaning that he was now going to choose a woman to dance with. Not just any woman, but the one that could possibly be his next wife.
Right on cue, the music came to a swift stop, and Peter set you right gracefully. He then bowed and offered you his arm as support.
You knew Peter, and you knew the Pevensies. You knew they would never do something bad to you, or something that would make you uncomfortable in a way that you couldn’t handle, so why was it that you felt dizzy with nervousness?
“Relax,” Peter whispered reassuringly.
“I’m trying,” you whispered back.
“Just so that you know, you never had to worry about anyone else,” he spoke. “He only has eyes for you. Ever since he found you in the forest.”
You gasped softly. The sudden realization about who he was talking about all along dawned on you. But it couldn’t be, could it? You were so lost in your thoughts, that the gasps of surprise, as a certain king approached you didn’t seem to faze you.
“Would you do me the honor, of conceding me this dance?” Edmund said, as he asked for your hand. His blue eyes were soft, and they shimmered with the light of the room. A small (and beautiful) smile adorned his features.
Peter smiled at him, and then at you. Shocked was a small word to describe your state at the moment. Never would you have imagined this was how the night was going to go. Still in your state of shock, you were barely aware of your hand moving to be in his, and of how his fingers wrapped around it as if they were welcoming you home.
“You look beautiful tonight Y/N,” Edmund said while taking you in.
“Ed…what is this?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“I’m afraid not,” you whispered as the music filled your ears once again. “When I asked you to save me a dance, this wasn’t what I meant.”
Edmund inclined his head a little, so that he could look at your eyes, “I’m mad for you Y/N, and this is my way of telling you that. I wanted to sort of give you a heads up, and maybe even propose today when I asked you to go for a ride with me.”
“Ed, listen…if this is a joke…”
“What? Why would you think this is a joke?”
Your eyebrows furrowed, it all seemed too good to be true. You knew your relationship with him had always been sort of playful, borderline flirtatious maybe, but you’d never thought that your feelings were reciprocated.
Lucy was the first to find out about your feelings for Edmund, albeit it was not because you had wanted her to, but because the young Queen was so observant that nothing went unnoticed by her. Of course, after Lucy found out, Susan did as well and she was not going to be subtle about it. So one day, as you were making some jewelry as a gift for the fairies for your upcoming diplomatic trip, Susan barged in and demanded to know everything, Lucy rushed behind her, trying to get her to calm down as to not frighten you. You had thought that Peter didn’t know about your ‘secret’ but after tonight, you were starting to think that you were a little more oblivious than you had previously thought.
“Ed, I- I don’t know. I just… this is,” you tried to explain whatever it was you were feeling. You were confused, overjoyed, overwhelmed, you felt weak and powerful at the same time. You felt as if you had been put on a pedestal the moment Edmund chose you, as if the fact that he had picked you in a room full of beautiful girls made you worth looking at, but you also felt exposed, as if the same fact meant that you were now like a piece of meat on display.
Edmund’s eyebrows furrowed. “Listen Y/N. I don’t want you to force you into anything that you don’t want to do. I don’t know how you feel about me, or if I misinterpreted our relationship. What I do know, however, is that this is not a joke or a prank, this is truly how I feel about you, and that I will make every effort in me to make sure that you have the life you deserve, whether that is with or without me. I know that there’s no one else in this room, or in the entirety of Narnia or even Archenland, for that matter, that compares to you. I want to spend the rest of forever with you Y/N.”
You were left speechless, and the silence was loud. The music had dissipated along with Edmund’s words. He kissed your hands and with an adoring gaze got down on one knee as he took out a beautiful silver ring from his pocket. The ring had an amethyst in it, your favorite stone, and your birth-stone as well. You gasped, and your hands flew to your mouth, the room gasped along with you.
“My dearest Y/N, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
You saw Peter, Susan and Lucy beaming at you. They stood by their respective thrones, Lucy held on to Peter’s hand tightly. You looked down at the dark-haired boy in front of you. His eyes never seemed to leave yours. Your chest filled with warmth and you allowed yourself to relax, a soft smile appeared on your face as soon as you gave him a soft nod.
You would be honored to be called a Pevensie.
“Yes my King, I would love to be your wife,” you replied as you extended your left hand, were he slid the ring into your nuptial finger. He promptly stood up and swept you into his arms as he spun you around.
The whole room exploded into applause and cheers.
“You are unbelievable Edmund Pevensie. You know that back in my world, skipping the dating stage is unforgivable, right?”
He laughed and pressed his lips to yours, “It’s a good thing we’re not there then, yes? Because now I can tell the world how lucky I am to call you my wife.”
You giggled and burrowed your nose into the crook of his neck, “Not yet charming, we have to go through the actual ceremony.”
“Yes yes, formalities my love. If it were up to me I’d have it done tonight.”
“You’re starting to sound like Peter there Ed, maybe marriage will make you more impulsive,” you replied as you giggled into his neck.
“Maybe,” he said as he pulled back a little, just enough to see your face and press his lips against yours once again.
“I love you Ed.”
He smiled, and his eyes took you in, he didn’t need to say it back, you knew he had already. In every action, and every moment you had spent together. But he did, and your heart soared.
Hello, how are you? I I finished my Peter phase and just started my Edmund phase after I rewatched the first movie yesterday🫠, so can I make my first request for him? So this is based on that famous quote "Edmund was a graver and quieter man than peter, and was great in judgment and council" so slighty cold/serious/scary king edmund (that by the end of the day is just edmund bringing his old-edmund temper when the matters is to protect his girl). So in this reader and edmund go visit another castle and while edmund resolves council matters with other people, reader just tries to explore Castle garden. But then it starts to rain real bad and reader ends up locked outside because they closed the castle gates and forgot she was there. So after literally catching a cold and being found soaking outside after an hour, edmund carries her back to the castle in his arms and starts to heavily scold (even threaten) the guards that weren't on their places and didn't hear his wife, all of this while he's carrying sick reader like his little treasure.
Thanks for request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy it 💗
I will always find you [Edmund Pevensie]
pairing: Edmund Pevensie x reader
type: fluff 🌸
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You sighed wearily when you and Edmund, accompanied by several knights of Narnia, finally reached Anvard. You are here to sign a contract with the King of Archenland for the purchase of wines. Despite the fact that your countries have already been in close cooperation, some agreements required revision.
King Cor has always been glad to see you in his castle, so when you arrived, you were greeted by the subjects of Archenland with cheers and music. There was a festive atmosphere all around. Street vendors sold sweets and drinks. The scent of flowers and fresh bread filled the air. Even though you were tired after a long journey, you were immersed in the general fun.
King Cor was waiting for you in the garden, which was located near the castle, to immediately show you the royal vineyards and invite you to a tasting. It was a hot day today, so when you entered the garden, you immediately hid under the shade of the fruit trees.
Edmund looked quite calm and restrained, while you looked around with interest. You asked your husband about something, but he answered in monosyllables and didn't seem interested in what you were saying. Some of the servants were whispering, talking about how cold King Edmund was towards you. There were even rumors that he didn't love you. But you and Edmund knew perfectly well that this was not the case. Edmund didn't like to show his feelings in public, so he always kept you at a distance. But as soon as you were alone, this man enveloped you in his love. He could hold you for hours and listen to you talk about something insignificant. He could leave thousands of kisses on your skin. His love for you was quiet but all-consuming.
"Greetings, dear friends!" young King Cor smiled when you approached him.
After greeting each other, you went further into the garden. The royal gardener accompanied you to the vineyards. He described to you with great passion every grape variety that was grown here. Edmund listened with interest and sometimes talked with his adviser.
"Please excuse me, King Cor. I'd like to step into the shadows," you said wearily. Your head was spinning from the scorching sun. Edmund looked at you anxiously, but you reassured him with a slight smile.
"All right," said Cor. Turning to the servants, he continued, "Escort the Queen. You are responsible for her safety. "
The servants bowed to the king and took you to the exit of the garden, where there were the most branching trees. You sat down on a wooden bench that stood near the pond. It was quite fresh here, so you felt a little better. A few minutes later, someone called the servants to help in the kitchen.
"You can go now," you said with a slight smile. "I'll be here for a while."
The servants bowed to you and left.
King Cor's garden was truly magnificent. There were fruit trees and flowers that filled the space with sweet scents. The aristocrats of Archenland and the king liked to relax in this place, so there were benches, fountains and ponds here. You were so impressed by these views that you quietly went deeper into the garden. You realized that you were lost only when the weather began to change abruptly. The sun disappeared behind black clouds, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of an approaching thunderstorm. You tried to get out of the garden along the paths, but they seemed to take you even further away from the exit.
The rain fell on Archenland in a thick wall. The thunder was so loud that you felt like the earth was shaking. The scorching heat left only memories. You were practically groping your way, trying to hide under the low trees. After almost an hour of wandering, you sat down on the ground and hugged your knees to get at least a little warm. The rain didn't even think to stop. At that moment, you felt so abandoned. It seemed that no one thought to look for you, and in this weather they are unlikely to leave the castle.
Suddenly, in the distance, you saw a bright light. At first, he hung motionless in the air, and then he began to flash through the foliage, growing larger.
"King Edmund, we've found her!" The voice of one of King Cor's guards was heard.
You tried to see through the thick rain, but before you could look closely, Edmund grabbed you and lifted you in his arms. He held you tightly, giving you a sense of security. You involuntarily snuggled up to his hot body to get at least a little warm. He found you. You smiled as you slowly drifted off to sleep.
You have already woken up in the chambers that King Cor has allocated for you. Edmund was sitting next to you, gently stroking your palm with his thumb. When he noticed that you were awake, he sat down a little closer to you.
"I was so worried about you," Edmund said, almost in a whisper. He looked guilty.
"I'm fine. I shouldn't have gone far alone," you said hoarsely.
"I had to alarm the whole castle to find you. It's possible that I was even a little rude to the servants who left you alone. But how could I have done otherwise? Knowing that you were out there alone in the rain, " Edmund leaned over and placed a light kiss on your lips. "No matter what happens, I will always find you. "
Neteyam sat cross-legged on the ground, his long, slender tail curled around your thigh, as you knelt behind him, smoothly braiding his luscious black hair. As you worked, he could feel the gentle pressure of your legs against his back, and the soft strokes of your fingers on his scalp.
Neteyam closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of your touch, and the peacefulness of the moment. His life had been filled with conflict and struggle, but when he was with you, all of that faded away.
As you finished the last braid, you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the back of Neteyam's neck. He turned to face you, a smirk on his face, and reached behind his back to show you a small package wrapped in leaves.
"I have something for you," he said, his voice low and teasing.
Your eyes widened in surprise as you took the package from him and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a beautiful necklace, made of woven strands of bright blue and green leaves, and decorated with delicate beads and feathers.
Neteyam watched eagerly as your face lit up with delight. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around him, kissing him all over his face and neck.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you exclaimed, your eyes shining with joy. "It's beautiful!"
Neteyam smiled, feeling a warm glow of happiness spread through his chest. He had never been particularly skilled at crafting, but he had spent hours working on this necklace, wanting to give you something special and unique.
As you continued to shower him with kisses, Neteyam realized that this was one of the moments he would cherish forever.
Susan eyes her brother, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. She may not have bothered to learn enough Morse Code to be conversational, but she recognizes it just fine. In the middle of a meeting. He is having a full-fledged conversation in the middle of a meeting in a way that looks just as rude as talking while the other is speaking.
"What are you doing?" She whispers, and Edmund glances up, too much of a spark in his expression.
"Multi-tasking."
*
Peter is trying his best to keep the Narnians occupied as his brother flirts with you down the table.
Graciously, no one seems to notice. The tradesmen are too focused on their concerns, rightfully so, to notice or dawdle on King Edmund's strange behavior.
Peter stands, sun glowing on his blond hair, and makes his way down to share space with the tradesmen.
"I think it would be fitting to have this discussion in the place where it happens, if that is alright?"
They are happy to oblige their king.
Everyone stands as Peter exits the chamber, and you slip over to Edmund, who leans down to speak quietly in your ear.
"I know what you're going to say, and may I remind you that you responded."
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you've had your suspicions for a while now. the irregular, conspicuous late nights. the stains that eerily resemble dried blood and something else you can’t quite name but feel in your bones. an instinct that something was odd.
but bless your heart, you just can't bring yourself to actually accuse your roommate, nishimura riki, of anything.
besides, what would you have even said, anyway?
"hey, roommate! what a wonderful day it is today, huh? the weather sure is … happening! by the way, if i may ask, is there any chance that you might be a bloodthirsty, monstrous creature? just curious haha!"
yeah. that wouldn't work. obviously.
not that you had the ability to even stay in the same room as him long enough to put together a few coherent words. but merely the air around him was enough to have shivers running down your spine. and yet, the worst part of it all?
he’s never actually tried anything to cause harm to you. never once warranted your fears. which only makes you feel like you’re losing your damn mind.
so you do the only thing you can do. watch from a distance; observe. bide your time and keep trying to piece things together while ensuring to stay as far away as you possibly can. which, considering you live together, is pretty much next to impossible.
and then, after months of feeling like the tension would just about eat you alive, something finally happens.
it had been a relatively slow day. your roommate had kept to himself as usual, doing nothing out of the ordinary. nothing you could consider hard proof, that is.
having decided on an early night for yourself, you were in bed, adorned with comfortable night clothes. that was when you’d heard it.
a dull thump!
followed up, as if on cue, by a low, guttural groan. the pain in the raspy noise was clear enough to make your stomach twist. against your better judgement, curse you for being soft-hearted, you leave the comfort the safety of your room and towards the adjacent hallway. the door in front of you was slightly ajar, ink like shadows spilling out.
and then you see him.
hunched over, collapsed by the edge of his bed, barely able to hold himself up. riki looks too pale – ashen, almost, like all the warmth has been drained from his body. his breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps. he looks like he’s seconds from death’s door.
your entrance wasn’t as quiet as you’d meant for it to be however. he lifts his head, with a considerable amount of exertion, letting his gaze – dark, unreadable – meet yours. when he speaks, it’s hushed. completely unlike the usual confident drawl he uses otherwise.
“it’s dangerous for you to be in here when i’m like this.”
“what-” you swallow down all the questions bubbling inside your throat. “... are you okay?..”
sure, this was probably the only opportunity you’d have with him this vulnerable but, you can’t bring yourself to take advantage of his weakened state. you venture a little closer to him, to properly be able to appraise his condition, despite your entire being begging you not to.
barely being able to hear his answer, you lean closer still to be able to pick up on the yet again hesitant, reluctant mumble, “i … haven’t fed in a while.”
your heart goes cold. you can all but feel the blood rushing into your ears as you struggle to process what riki just said. obviously, he doesn’t mean that in the literal sense. right?
but before you can even reach a conclusion, decide whether or not to let your flight instinct take control and rush out of here, call someone, anyone for help — with a fluid motion, you find your positions completely switched.
your back meets the hard edge of the bed with a jolt. he kneels in front of you now, towering. his frame eclipses yours, one arm braced on the bed, the other steadying himself on the floor. you can tell he isn’t even putting much effort, but he’s able to cage you in without even trying. no longer can you delude yourself into thinking you have any semblance of control over the situation.
there’s no mistaking it. not with that look in his eyes, the pupils fast dilating – were they always tinged that slight shade of … red? there can be no more excuses, no more pretending that you’re just being paranoid. because this …
… this is real.
“this isn’t happening. it can’t be.” you whisper, as if saying it out loud will manifest it into existence. as if it’ll wake you up from whatever bad fever dream this is.
he looks almost amused, for a second. lips twitching as if he finds your denial to be funny.
and then he’s leaning in closer, closer until … something sharp grazes against your delicate neck. your breath hitches sharply at the sensation.
“forget whatever you think you knew.” his voice is steadier than it was earlier. more certain, more sure of itself. “vampires exist.”
...
where riki’s lips ghost over your neck, his touch is featherlight but somehow still constricting. he tilts your head slightly, movements agonizingly slow exposing it even more to himself.
“can i?..” his voice is strained, as he grits out the words but you appreciate the warning.
even if it might not be of any actual meaning, “do i have a choice?”
“not really, no. i’m sorry.”
and then, a sharp, electric sting as his fangs pierce your skin.
the pain flashes for only a moment, though, before a haze-like dizziness takes its place. sinking into your bones, making your limbs go weaker than they felt before.
his free hand shifts from the floor – after he gains some semblance of his former strength, you assume – and he wraps an arm around your waist, fingers digging into the skin as if it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to the living world. it’s a strange sensation, to say the least. the action is rhythmic, if nothing else.
only when a soft, barely audible gasp escapes you does he pull away, fangs retracting.
his tongue licks against the open wound in what you would only later discover was supposed to be a means to soothe. before you even realize it, you’re reaching for him, clutching onto his shirt, albeit rather weakly in some sort of attempt of grounding yourself.
you don’t know what to say about it. you don’t even know how to feel.
but what you do know is that he’s still looking at you. eyes dark, lips stained red with your blood, chest rising and falling like he’s just barely holding himself together.
looking at him like this, it’s clear as day that he needs more. the struggle, the desperation, the way he seems to be at war with himself.
so you do what any good roommate would do, the words leaving you before you can second guess your decision. you offer yourself to him.
“take what you need.”
his expression flickers. hesitation, shock, relief, aching. “you don’t have to—” he sounds like he wants to refuse, like he knows he should refuse.
but when you tilt your head back slightly, just enough for the previous mark to be visible, you practically hear his resolve crack.
riki presses in close again, with more an ease this time and as the alien sensation you’re growing more and more familiar to takes over, you exhale a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.
“you.. fuck.” his voice is muffled between slow, languid sucks – unhurried, this time. more deliberate. “you’re a terrible roommate.”
you huff out as best as you can, in your (slightly lightheaded) condition “hah... why is that?”
a pause. his thumb swipes over the place his lips had been seconds earlier, as if reassuring himself of your pulse. “because this means i owe you.”
X-Reader with Sakamaki Brothers, Reader is a type 1 diabetic and their blood sugar is so low they think they're going to die
DISCLAIMER: The person who requested this has type 1 diabetes. I asked them for their experiences before writing these one-shots because I wanted to be accurate. That being said, not all people with type 1 diabetes have the same experiences.
Shu
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You stumbled, holding onto the couch's arm. You could feel your energy slipping away rapidly. "Shu..." you whispered quietly. Your lover, with his earbuds in, didn't hear you. "Shu." You said with as much strength as you could muster - which wasn't very much, but to your relief, one of his eyes opened. He sat up slowly and said your name.
"What's wrong?" You held onto your head and tried to steady yourself, but you ended up collapsing. Shu rushed to your side and cradled you in his arms, his eyes panicked. Your blood sugar had gotten low before...but it was never like this. Your vision was fading fast. You grasped for Shu's hand, holding it limply. "I feel like I'm dying."
Through your blurry vision, Shu's eyes flashed with a mix of anger, fear, and determination. "No." His voice came out form. "I love you." You told him weakly. He growled. "You're fine. You're not leaving me." He gently laid you down on the couch and ran to the kitchen, his long legs running as fast as he could. You could hear him opening a cupboard. His footsteps rushed back and he gently pushed a straw into your mouth.
You leaned up on your elbows and managed to drink. The cold, sweet apple juice didn't immediately bring your senses back to normal, but it would soon. Your vision cleared. Shu helped you into a sitting position and wiped your hair from your forehead. You made eye contact with him, his blues eyes soft. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. Shu took your hand in his and pressed another small carton of juice into your palm. "Start keeping snacks with you. I won't let you die, ever, but don't scare me like that again."
Reiji
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One second you were fine. The next you were on your knees, barely holding yourself up. Reiji, who had been examining his vials, immediately rushed to your side. You gripped your head as your vision swam and your peripheral vision turned black. Never...it was never like this before. It was slower, you had time to grab something to get your sugar back up. This was different and it scared you to your core.
Reiji was talking by your side, but you could barely compute his voice. "My love, tell me!" "Blood..." you were only able to make out the beginning "sh" sound of sugar, but Reiji knew. He grabbed a syringe from his desk; his syringes were all around the house. He bent down next to you again. "Hold still, my love." He moved your hair to the side and injected the syringe into your neck carefully. Almost instantly you felt better. He had come up this serum almost as soon as you'd entered the mansion, first for convenience, later out of love.
He held your arms and gently lifted you to your feet. You swayed, but ultimately the strength returned to your limbs. He pressed his forehead to yours. "I should've realized what was happening when you collapsed." He lifted his headand cupped your cheek gently. "But it was never like that in the past." "I know." You leaned up and pressed a quick, gentle kiss to Reiji's lips. "But your serum really works. I'm thankful you made it for me." Reiji's eyes softened. "My love, I only regret I can't do more."
Ayato
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You swayed, holding onto the counter. "Oi, Titless! What's the hold up?" Ayato rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. His eyes zeroed in on you and he stepped forward carefully, saying your name.
"Hey...talk to me. What's wrong?" He was concerned but the words were forceful. You turned to him. It took you a moment to focus on his face; your eyesight wasn't right. You touched your head with one hand, the other still gripping the counter. "My head..." You got out. Ayato's eyes widened. "Shit. That diabetic thing again?" You nodded and the action was too much for you. The fingers holding onto the counter slipped and you fell straight into Ayato's arms, who had lunged at the speed only a vampire possessed to catch you.
"Fuck! This damn-" Ayato cut off, looking around the kitchen. He saw the cupboard full of the snacks to get your sugar up. His arm reached up until you weakly said, "Ayato...I feel like I'm dying" Ayato was shocked to the core for a brief second. "No, you're fucking not." He growled leaping up and opening the cupboard, then grabbing everything he could. Ayato joined you back on the floor and gently lifted your head in his lap. He slowly fed you some of your favorite jelly, not even bothering with a spoon in his hurry to make you well.
It took a while but you started to feel better. You opened your eyes to find your vision clear and focused. He looked down to you, his face concerned and his eyebrows furrowed. "You alright?" You smiled and he smiled in return, helping you get up on shaky legs. "I'm alright."
Kanato
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Though he hadn't understood - and originally threw a tantrum believing you just didn't like the same sweets he did - Kanato had eventually accepted that the cakes and cookies and desserts he ate weren't safe you. He actually ended up quite excited to shop with you and even tasted your desserts - and spitting them out and crying when they didn't taste how he expected.
Nevertheless, Kanato was being the loving boyfriend you were used to again. After putting you in his favorite dress and doing your hair, he kissed you sweetly and called you his prettiest doll. Today he led you to a table that was surprisingly already filled with sweets and hot chocolate. You stared at Kanato, confused. Normally he asked you to do it and you just assumed you always would. He noticed your staring and narrowed his eyes. "Stop staring at me. What, are you surprised that I'm a good boyfriend?" "Of course not! It just looks so good." Kanato smiled, satisfied. "Yes, it does, doesn't it?" He beamed and added, "Teddy helped me." hugging his beloved teddy bear.
You smiled and sat down. He sat down across from you and giggled, holding out one of your favorite pastries. You opened your mouth, but as you looked down you noticed your fingers were shaking - and pale. As if seeing your fingers accelerated how fast your blood sugar levels were dropping, you felt faint and soon - too soon - the corners of your vision were fading in and out of blackness.
You tried standing up, but your legs couldn't support your weight and you toppled over, holding your hand to your head like a maiden. Kanato cried out in surprise, rage, and concern. "Stupid! Why did you fall over?" You reached out a pallor hand to touch his vampire-pale cheek. Kanato's eyes hardened in realization and he growled. "How inconsiderate of you. Right after I set this all up!" Under his angry words, you saw the concerned tightness of his eyes.
But...this happened so fast. Normally your blood sugar dropped at a much slower rate...now it had only taken a matter of moments for you to collapse, for your vision to turn dark. There had to be something wrong. You felt beyond light-headed, you felt like you were slipping away...
"Kanato...I love you, even in death..." your voice trailed off and your eyes closed. "No, no, no!" Kanato screamed, standing up. With great effort you opened your eyes to see him stamp his foot. "Stupid, stupid! Don't say that! I won't let you leave me!" Kanato stormed back to the table and filled up your hot chocolate with sugar and creamer, so much so that the brown liquid had turned porcelain white. "Drink." Kanato commanded. When your shaking nearly knocked the cup out of Kanato's hand, he batted your hand away, tilted your head, and dripped the incredibly sweet liquid down your throat. All at once. You spluttered, but your vision cleared and you felt your blood sugar skyrocket.
He hadn't exactly done it right, but for now it was good enough a fix as any. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him. "Thank you, Kanato." "Stupid..." he muttered against your neck, and you felt his tears on your skin. "I can't lose you."
Laito
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Laito's nimble fingers were touching the keys, his eyes closed as he created gentle music, so experienced he need not even open his eyes to make such a beautiful sound.
It was one of his softer tunes, the music you'd hear during a lullaby. It wouldn't be the first time you've fallen asleep to the sweet sounds your lover played. You'd always wake up in his bed, safe and sound. He was so gentle when carrying you that it never woke you up.
But this time was different, instead of your head rolling forward and your eyelids drooping, your vision was turning black. It was so different than what you expected that it took you a second to realize what was actually happening. "Uhh..." you groaned in discomfort. Laito stopped playing the piano and turned to the couch you were laying on. You felt yourself slipping off and your vision went almost entirely black. Then you were back and Laito was there, gently putting you on the floor. "Laito..." Oh God, this was bad. Your head was already swimming so badly you could barely make a coherent thought.
What was this? Were you dying? "Laito. I love you...I love you..." for you it seemed like an eternity passed, but apparently it was only a few seconds. Laito had already come to the conclusion on his own and, to your surprise, or as surprised as you could be in that state, he pulled a pack of special gummies from his pocket.
"Open wide, Little Bitch." Laito said, his voice sing-songy and playful, but from his shaking hands and the slight quiver of his voice, you knew he was fearful. You managed to eat the gummies. You weren't sure how long it would took, but eventually you gained the strength to push yourself up on your arms.
Laito looked at you sadly. "I hate that you suffer from this." He pressed his forehead to yours. "But it's okay, right? You're always here." Your eyes met his and you saw the steely determination, his playful green eyes turned to hardened emeralds.
"I am. I will be."
Subaru
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"Oi!" Subaru called. You whirled around. "Why are ya rockin' 'round like that?" You were rocking? You looked down and your legs weren't steady. You touched your hand to your forehead. You were almost as cold as Subaru. Mortals weren't supposed to be that cold.
"Uh...". You groaned. Your head had felt foggy for a while, but that was normal for you. "I'm fine..." you muttered. "No you fucking ain't!" Subaru growled. You barely reacted to his harsh tone but you saw the regret in his red eyes immediately. "You're not...just let me have a look at ya, alright?" Subaru asked softly.
You nodded and he gently took your arm and pulled to him. "You're way too fucking pale." Subaru told you, and this time it wasn't anger that made his voice sharp. You leaned your head against his chest, first simply seeking to rest your head on something, but out of nowhere fatigue hit you hard and you crumpled against your lover.
Subaru cried out in alarm. He gripped your forearms and lifted you up. "Fuck! That damn mortal thing!" His fangs bared. He scooped you up. "Where are your fucking sweets? If Kanato ate them himself I'll fucking kill him!"
You barely registered Subaru gently putting you on a soft surface. You swayed and fell against a pillow, the sides of your vision turning completely black. You felt like you were dying. "No! No, you aren't." Subaru snarled, and you realized you had said that aloud.
Subaru gently lifted your head. "Stay with me, please." He slowly fed you something sweet and soft. He kissed the side of your head and stroked your hair. "You'll be okay. Just work with me." It took a while until your vision cleared. You groaned and he gently lowered you to lay completely on the bed. You blinked and leaned up, feeling better, but he pushed you back down and then stretched out on the bed. He gathered you close.
"I ain't losin' ya, ya hear? Not even some stupid mortal problem can take ya."
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