⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: The ages are a bit confusing, and I don’t feel comfortable writing about a s/o when the Pevensies are underage. So everyone is over the age of 18!
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SFW🌿𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚:
After Aslan sends the Pevensies back to the human world, you’re absolutely heartbroken. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. But another lesson must be learnt by many of his people, and the Pevensies are once again needed.
𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓
・Nearly falls to his knees when he sees you
・Like the world has stopped and everyone doesn’t exist
・Grabs ahold of you and presses you to him, kissing your face, cheeks, forehead, head.
・ “It’s you. It’s really you.”
・Is embarrassed because he isn’t ... well he isn’t important in the human world. He isn’t a king or a knight. Just a plain human like everyone else.
・And that would worry him. Because then you would see that there is a world full of sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. That maybe the prophecy wasn’t so important
“You can change into human form in this world too?”
“Yes, I guess I can!”
・Would drag you back to his siblings to show them that you’re here
・ “I have to tell you ...” He would stop suddenly and his cheeks begin to redden.
“Yes?”
“I’m not... I don’t have- Well we aren’t as well off here as we are in Narnia.”
・You would be shocked. Shocked that he would need to say that. But you understood Peter more than he knew. That’s why you worked so well as a pair. You knew why Peter felt certain things and thought in particular ways.
・Aslan gave you strict instructions not to stay in the human world too long, since time moved differently
・And your task was time sensitive
・ You would go and see his home, and how he lived. What was important to him.
・Then he’d want to show the rest of his siblings that you’re here
・ “No, no Peter. They’re already waiting. We have to go now.”
𝑺𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏
・Being Susan’s s/o I think you would have studied as much of Earth as you could before going
・Because customs there are wildly different to those in Narnia
・When she first sees you, she thinks she’s in a dream
・Once she realises it’s real she starts to cry
・Is confused and worried. She wants to know how you got here, and if you’re stuck now
・Susan knows how frightening it is to travel to another universe, one that you never knew existed. And Earth is a much less exciting place than the fantastical world of Narnia.
・She soon becomes self-conscious because she holds no authority in this world.
・ “I know exactly what you’re thinking darling, and don’t let those thoughts take hold.”
・You know Susan inside and out. And part of your fairy powers was sensing emotions.
・Susan would look up at you sheepishly (only you would ever see this side of her)
・She would have a lot of questions, and not stop asking them until you had to shush her (she doesn’t like to be shushed)
・And she would want an explanation, she wouldn’t move until you told her
𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅
・You felt nearly crazed by the time you see Edmund in the town square, his arms full of groceries.
・You stood back and watched him for a few moments, seeing how he fit in this world
・But when you tap his shoulder and he swings around, he drops everything he’s holding
・Takes your face in his hands and kisses you so deeply
・Is ecstatic but also ashamed. He doesn’t live in a castle, he barely has any money.
・Becomes red in the face almost instantly because he realises how stupid he must look. No longer a king with a crown, but a simple young man with
・The things he thought won you over are now no longer his to give (which is stupid of him to think because you didn’t fall in love with him over his wealth.)
・”I missed you so much”
・Is a bit teary actually, both of you are
・Takes you back home to show the rest of the Pevensie’s
・And you tell them all that they’re needed back in Narnia
𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒚
・You’re intrigued by the clothing of Earth and how people dress. It’s so different to what everyone wears (and doesn’t wear) in Narnia
・Confused why people want to shake your hand all the time
・Is very excited, she thought she’d never see you again after leaving Narnia.
・She would actually squeal seeing you, run and literally jump into your arms
・And she would look at you like you were perfection
・ “I do miss your wings though-”
・Wants to show you her home, her room, her belongings, what she does for fun.
・After a while she would ask if you were going to bring her back to Narnia
・And she would rejoice so loudly because your answer was yes
・Nearly jumped in glee when you said all of her siblings were coming too
In which an accident leads to Edmund overhear something he wasn’t supposed to know yet (but perhaps it was for the better that he did). Requested by @jackys-stuff-blog (x) and @bad268 (x).
A Edmund Pevensie x Reader oneshot
contains: gender-neutral!reader, brief depictions of sword fighting, mentions of battle, too lazy to proofread so possible grammatical errors. (2,710 words)
authors note: i had fun writing this, thank you for the requests and i hope you guys like this! (my requests are also open if you’d like to send in any)
It was considered a dream to be able to marry one of the Pevensie siblings. The young rulers of Narnia were widely adored and loved by all, so when news broke that King Edmund was looking for a suitor or suitress, it was no surprise that young rulers and common folk alike traveled far and wide to the Cair Paravel for even a chance of winning his affection, though they all quickly found out that King Edmund's affection wouldn't be hard to buy but rather, his siblings.
Being the second youngest amongst his siblings, it was no surprise his older siblings would step in to help weed out unlikely candidates by talking to them and inviting them to meals where the conversations would continue. The entire process spanned across a whole week before the Pevensies finally found a suitable partner for their brother and that person was you.
Peter admired your love and care for family, reminding him of himself with the lengths you'd go just to do the right thing. Family was one of the things he held near and dear to his heart so meeting you was a pleasant surprise.
Susan admired your kindness and overall caring nature. She had caught you from afar, watching as you engaged in small talk with fellow 'candidates' as if you were peers and not fighting for a spot at the Cair Paravel. It came as a shock when she found out you were a royal from one of the islands, seeing as many of the other royals only seemed to chat amongst other royals whereas you managed to make friends, and possibly allies, with people of both categories.
Edmund admired your sense of humor and overall presence. The few times he was able to talk to you throughout 'the trial' as his siblings called it, were refreshing. It was something about you that he couldn't quite put a finger on that seemed to make him feel safe. He felt like he could really be himself around you and even let his guard down, which was rare for anyone who knew him. He didn't mention it to his siblings but they could sense a connection between the two of you.
Lucy was, surprisingly, the hardest Pevensie to impress even if it were Peter and Susan who were doing most of the work filtering out the incompatible ones. Her lack of presence during it all made it very much harder for anyone to gain her favor but few prevailed and to none of the Pevensie's surprise, you were among the few who managed to earn it.
If that weren't much of indication that it was you who would be wed to her brother, then they could only wait to see your reaction when the day came and the news was announced for all of Narnia to hear that it was you they had chosen. Though they would admit that the engagement was awkward seeing as you two had become quite good friends, thankfully you’d both come up with an agreement that while this engagement was strictly for business protocols, the feelings you two shared in private were strictly platonic. That was the agreement you had both agreed to at the time but as time went on, Edmund began to question whether the feelings he felt for you were platonic any longer.
Of course he knew this was something he couldn’t quite control. It wasn’t his fault he suddenly began feeling nervous around you and how his heart did somersaults whenever you smiled in his general direction. Or laugh at something foolish he had said. Or accidentally brushed your hand against his. Or-
“Edmund!” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
Shaking his head to clear his head of the thoughts, he turned his gaze downwards to see his younger sister looking at him with a slightly concerned expression.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“You’ve been acting weird, is everything alright?” She instead asked, rushing to feel his forehead and cheek to see if he was down with a fever of some sorts. A frown appeared on her face when she couldn’t feel any signs of sickness. “You’ve been so out of it lately.”
“Yeah, yeah I’ve been fine. Just worrying about the battle coming up.” He partially lied, hoping his younger sister would be dumb enough to believe him.
She wasn’t. They both knew this, but she didn’t say anything about it. “Alright, well maybe you should go get some rest. Peter will find you if he needs to discuss anything. I’ll tell Susan you won’t be able to attend the meeting.”
Edmund thanked Lucy for her understanding before he was dismissed back to his chambers where he was met with an empty bed and unorganized closet. All the clues he needed to know that you were gone, probably still on that business trip down to the Kingdom in the mountains to discuss trade deals and such. You’d be gone for another two weeks if it all went to plan, meaning you’d miss the battle upcoming in five days. A feeling of relief coursed through his veins at the knowledge that you would be away and safe from the battle. He didn’t know how he’d act if he had lost you, let alone to a battle he was fighting in to keep you safe. He could only pray to Aslan that you’d be safe in the mountains.
Deciding he had a long enough day already, though spent mainly in thoughts, Edmund got ready for bed. It was still fairly early, the sun had not begun setting yet and dinner was not for another hour or so but there was no point in staying up if he’s managed to exhaust himself already.
Quickly making a trip downstairs to where any mail was sent and received, Edmund asked if there was anything from you or your men that had been sent to him. When the answer he got was a “I’m afraid not, your highness.”, Edmund wished the men a good evening before heading back to his chambers where he wasted no time getting himself comfortable in bed before allowing himself to doze off to sleep.
Usually he would end up staying awake until an ungodly hour in the morning talking to you or even sneaking off into the privacy of his private library but on the nights you were unable to make it back to your shared chambers, Edmund found himself falling asleep much quicker than when he would when you were here. This was mainly due to the fact that he’d exhausted himself, either mentally or physically, throughout the day causing him to be far too tired to even sit up right. His siblings noticed that he seemed more relaxed around you, acting more like a boy his age and not a monarch who’s fought in more battles that he could count on his fingers. It was a nice reminder that they had helped their brother choose the right partner but it also made them wonder if their strictly platonic ‘pact’ would hold through the rest of the reason. Lucy betted he’d realize his feelings before then, if he has not already.
The days leading up to the battle had Edmund either staying up far too late in his office or waking up too early for training that quickly became both. He would be seen searching through the shelves in his library reading through old books and scrolls at nearly 3 in the morning some nights but still look bright eyed and ready for training at 5 in the morning sharp. His siblings worried whether he wasn’t getting enough sleep but whenever they told him to even take a nap before dinner, the young king would simply shrug off their pleas and continue with whatever it was that they were doing.
It got to such a point that during their last minute planning for battle that was mere hours away, Peter suggested Edmund stay back at the castle while Susan took his place in battle. The idea was quickly shut down by Edmund himself who insisted he be on the battlefield, his tone firm and serious as he spoke. His siblings didn’t bring up that idea after that.
“I’ll be fine.” He had reassured Susan nearly ten times as he got himself ready for battle. She didn’t say anything about him refusing to switch positions with her but the look of worry on her face said enough.
“I didn’t say you wouldn’t be.” She said.
“Yeah but you look like mom whenever I insist on not needing a jacket when it’s cold out.” He retorted and Susan sighed. “I’ll be fine, Su. Really.”
“And if you’re not? (Y/N) would have my head if they came back to see their husband injured, or worse, dead! I’m surprised they haven’t sent a hundred letters warning you to be careful yet.” Susan joked, not failing to notice the flicker of hope on her baby brother's face when she mentioned you.
“Well, in that case that would be an issue of your own.” Edmund joked back and while Susan did let out a short laugh, her worry was still evident and now it was his turn to sigh.
“I’ll be fine, I promise. Swear on my life.” He said and while what happened out there would no longer be in their complete control, it was all he could really do. So with a satisfied smile that he mirrored, Susan gave her brother a hug before joining him in the throne room where the other two Pevensie siblings stood. Final farewells were shared and before they knew it, Susan was watching her siblings walk off into battle and all she could do was hope that by the end of it, she’d not be the only Pevensie who welcomed you back.
“Ed watch out!” Peter’s voice called from across the field. The sounds of metal against metal were deafening as he tried to focus on the attackers around him.
Edmund just barely avoided the sword that would’ve pierced through his shoulder had it not been for Peter. A shaky breath escaped his lips before he pivoted and just barely deflected the other swordsmen blade.
It was harder to focus on everything and he couldn't tell if it was from the battle itself or the lack of sleep he’s been getting this past week. Whatever it was that made his head suddenly feel light, he hoped he’d at least manage to dodge the second attack of the swordsmen who almost stabbed him moments earlier as he collapsed to the ground.
“Edmund!” He could hear someone say just before the darkness consumed him and he could no longer feel his surroundings.
He knew that his exhaustion would catch up to him soon enough and while he had secretly hoped it’d at least wait until after the battle, it seemed that those sorts of things didn’t give much of a warning beforehand. All Edmund could hope when he had regained consciousness was that the battle was won and that he wasn’t injured, though the latter wouldn’t have been much of a surprise.
“(Y/N) you should really get some rest, you can’t sleep in that chair forever.” He heard his brother's voice say.
“Well it won’t be forever,” That was your voice. You were back. Had he been asleep for that long? “It’s only until he wakes up.”
He could feel a hand tightening its grip around his. Edmund wanted to believe that it was yours and unless their mother had somehow came to Narnia, he was sure his belief was correct.
“You’ve not left this room since you came back, you know you will be among the first people to know when he wakes up while you’re gone. He just fainted that’s all, no other injuries. Well maybe a few scratches but nothing to worry about!”
He would’ve let out a sigh had he not pretended to remain asleep.
“I know, I know it’s just, scary. I was so scared when I got your letter.” Edmund felt his heart ache at the evident hurt in your tone as you spoke.
Peter sighed. “I could tell, you came back with a quarter of the men we sent to go with you. Not to mention in only two days, the trip back should’ve taken you at least three.”
“Well why do you think only a quarter of my men came back with me.” You chuckled, silence following shortly after. Your hand still wrapped around his firmly.
It was all so peaceful that Edmund could’ve drifted back to sleep. He almost did, until you said something that made his heart skip a beat.
“I’ve never felt like that before.” Your voice was just barely a whisper.
“Like what?” Peter asked, he sounded like he was standing farther away, possible by the door? Or perhaps he was standing before Edmund’s bed, leaning against the wall like he always did whenever he came to check up on him whenever he got sick.
“So scared. It felt like my heart just stopped and all I could do was pray that I didn’t lose him before I could…..” You stopped yourself.
“Could what?” Peter asked.
He heard you take a deep breath, as if what you were going to say would destroy something and in a way, it could’ve had he not felt the same to you. “Tell him that I love him.”
You loved him. You loved him. Edmund almost sat up straight and pulled you into his arms and told you that he loved you back right then and there. But he didn’t, partly because he wanted to hear what else you may have had to say but mainly due to the fact that he felt too tired to do all of that.
“I’m a fool aren’t I?” You followed up and Edmund was confused as to why that would’ve made you a fool until he remembered one of the first arrangements you agreed upon during your engagement plan: the pact. The one where you swore things would stay platonic as to avoid any awkwardness between the two of you and hinder the friendship you had established.
“How does that make you a fool? He is your husband after all.” Peter reasoned, not knowing of the agreement the two of you made.
“But what if he doesn’t feel the same? We even made a pact when we were going over the terms of our marriage that whatever we had would stay platonic. We agreed to it and if I tell him and he doesn’t feel the same way I would’ve made a fool of myself and broken our pact. I don’t want to ruin what we already have.” The last part came out softer than the rest of your words and it made Edmund’s heart ache.
“You are not a fool, (Y/N) and while I can’t speak on Ed’s behalf, I can say that you won’t make a fool out of yourself. You don’t have to tell him if you don’t want to, or feel like you can’t, but if you do decide to then at least you’ll know your answer. Now come on, let’s go get dinner or something, you’ve been inside this room ever since you came back.” Peter said in hopes of changing the dense and worried atmosphere that hung around you.
There was no verbal response from you but he believed the removal of your hand from his meant that you had agreed to his brother's offer. The sound of the door opening and shutting as your voices faded only confirming it but now as he laid there alone, what was he supposed to do?
He wanted to tell you that he loved you. He’s been dying to actually, but now with the news that you actually felt the same way about him he suddenly felt nervous all over again. He knew he had to now, he didn’t want you thinking you’d ruin anything between the two of you but he didn’t know how. These things were always easier said than done but he’d tell you. Somehow, in some way, he’d tell you.
And then it’d all be fine.
authors note: and what if i said it wasn’t? lmao jk maybe. who knows?
Summary/Request:Requested by anon: Can you please do an one shot or imagine for edmund from narnia comforting the reader after an anxiety attack? If that is too specific then maybe just comforting the reader?
Notes: People experience anxiety attacks differently, but I based this off my personal experience with them. Sorry, if it doesn’t align with how you experience yours.
Also not set in canon, I just wrote this in the future in an imaginary circumstance.
Being dragged through a mirror into a fantastical land in which animals could speak and your fiance was apparently some sort of king was enough to give anyone a anxiety attack, it really was. The new sights, new sounds, new smells, the contradictory experiences. The fact that that rat was talking to you and you were almost certain rats had never been able to talk before. The fact that you were pretty sure that was a satyr over there. It caused your anxiety to spike.
You could feel that horrible uncomfortable sensation in your chest, as your heart beat too fast, and your blood rushed too quickly, as you lowered yourself carefully onto a log. The sounds around you, the voices, dulling as if you were underwater. The sick sensation in the pit of your stomach. The feverish feeling in your head, the pounding, the shortness of breath. It all said that your nerves had finally got the best of you, that the anxiety had taken over.
Edmund fluttered around you, not that you were really listening to him as he worried over your state. Instead you focused on breathing, on feeling the log’s bark beneath your hands, on the wind through your hair, on the feelings around you, rather than in you. Minutes passed by, time moved on, and with each ticking second you felt the panic pass, the sounds begin to come back in full force, the sickness drift away, the beating of your heart slow just the slightest bit.
You felt fragile as you finally truly noticed Edmund next to you, brown eyes worried, brow furrowed. “I’m okay...I’m...okay now..” Although he knew that wasn’t entirely true, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, whispering reassurances into your ear as he rubbed a hand against your arm.
“I know its a bit of a shock, love.” Followed by a soothing sound you couldn’t quite describe, little hushing noises. Unsure what to say to make it better, but knowing you needed him to support you nonetheless.
It let you breathe, just let you listen to the sound of his voice, the feel the rhythm of his own breathes, and it let you breathe. Bit by bit, you felt less peaky, felt less fragile and as much as embarrassment filled you at falling apart in front of all these new and creatures and beings, you knew there was little that could have prepared you for what you saw in front of you.
You had been staying in Professor Kirke's mansion for already 1 month and it was so boring. Mrs Macready wouldn't tell you stories like every old lady in your old neighbourhood did. She also had a lot of rules for you to follow, totally unnecessary and useless in your opinion. The only things that made your stay in the manor less boring were the big library and the gigantic garden the manor had. The library was huge and you swear you can find any book you want in it. The gigantic garden was your favourite. You can bring your book and read under the apple tree. Sometimes you just wish you could have someone near your age staying in the manor like you do, life is no fun without a friend or someone to talk to.
It seems like God finally answered your prayer. One day, the professor suddenly announced that 4 more children would be staying in the manor and you had never been so excited before. You'd been preparing their room and trying to make them feel comfortable ever since you knew they were coming. You accompanied Mrs Macready to the train station and welcomed the 4 children. On your way back to the manor, you got to know them quickly and made friends with them. The eldest sibling was Peter, then Susan, Edmund and Lucy was the youngest of them all. It's refreshing to meet new people, especially someone around your age since you were almost bored to death.
Shortly after the Pevensies arrived at the mansion, peculiar things happened. First Lucy claimed that she found a winter world in the wardrobe, then you went into that magic world alone when you were exploring the mansion, then you returned to that world with the others and figured out that the Pevensies were prophecied as the kings and queens of that world while you were the legendary warrior. Everything was so weird but fun at the same time. You learned how to fight, how to read ancient Narnian and many more.
Throughout all the adventures you had in Narnia, you could easily say Peter was your best friend. Despite being the high king, Peter was really down-to-earth and really chilled. He never treated you like you not as important as him. Instead, he treated you like one of his siblings, with love and care. Being an only child in your family, you really enjoyed having a brother like him. You were also close to the other Pevensies, but Peter would always be your best friend.
• You know she loves you, and you can tell she knows you love her back, but even here in Narnia she is afraid to show it to the others. Still, when her brothers leave, she gives you the title of 'Queen of Narnia' in a small ceremony, so the other nations could get the point.
• they don't, and suitors keep coming, now after both of you. This makes for some interesting balls, where, whenever one of you gets unrequited and unwelcomed attention, the other comes and requests a dance. It became a running joke between you two to greatly overestimate the number of confused suitors you left behind
• You start to pick up pieces of her behavior, and she even teaches you archery. Of course, you also receive your own gift, but any pretext to spend time together is good. She also shows you how to run a kingdom.
• You become loved by your subjects and, once they figure out why exactly you've been crowned Queen, envied by foreign princes.
• During your common reign, Narnia prospers. You often go on dates in small inns or locals dressed in commoner's clothes and listen to the complaints of the people, not that there are many.
• When she feels like spoiling you she gets a trusted servant to play music in the ball room while she makes a show out of asking you to dance. While it starts as fancy, it often ends up in giggles and sloppy kisses, and eventually one of you falls dragging the other down with her.
• When you want to return the favour you prepare a tea party in the garden. It rarely goes unnoticed, but it never fails to make her smile. This setting is less hazardous than the dancing, and sometimes, on especially sunny afternoons, you hide from anyone who might want you to work and take a nap under the trees.
(Edmund Pevensie x Reader): I thought you hated me
modern!Edmund Pevensie x Reader
Summary: Hate to love relationship
A/N: Chronicles of Narnia is so lit tbh and I always had a crush on Edmund so whoops this happened. (apologies for spelling and grammar)
Edmund Pevensie was a dick.
You’d thought so ever since you’d first met. On the first day of your History class he demanded that you get out of “his seat”. Apparently he’d sat in the seat the year before or something. You’d refused and that forced him to sit in the seat behind you which was a HUGE MISTAKE because he made your class a living hell every day as some sort of fucked up payback.
Throughout the year he had done everything he could to distract you, pass you stupid notes, stick things in your hair, kick the back of your desk, once he even started doodling on the back of your shirt.
It was the last day of the school year and you decided that you weren’t going to take it anymore.
“Edmund Pevensie. I swear to god, if you so much as breathe on me today I will rip you a new one.” You told him as you sat down and slumped forward in your desk. You’d had a long night, spent it all studying for the final exam and you refused to take any shit from Pevensie, you were determined to ace this course.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Edmund muttered.
“Excuse me?” You hissed, whipping around, “You’ve made this entire year a living shit for me every single day. I just want to focus on this final, please leave me alone.”
“(L/N), I was just messing around. I thought you knew I’ve just been joking.” He replied, lifting his hands up in mock surrender.
“You didn’t just do all of that because I stole your spot?” You asked.
“Maybe at first, but I was just trying to get your attention.” He admitted.
“Why?”
“Um…”
And with that the bell rang and you had no other choice but to turn back around and take the final. After it was over you left the classroom and waited outside for Edmund.
“Well?” You ask as he came out of the room.
“Well, what?” he asks as he slowly walks towards you, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
You roll your eyes, “Don’t play dumb. Why did you spend all year bugging me?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Oh...Because I uh- I like you.” He mumbles quietly as he shuffles his feet.
“You’re joking,” You reply, not believe him for a second, “Is this just some trick so that you can jokingly ask me out?” You ask skeptically.
“What? No!” He replies, his head jerking up to look at you.
“You actually like me?” You ask, wanting him to confirm it just one last time.
He scoffs, “Yes, now can you please stop yelling it, people are starting to look.” He adds, glancing over at some of the people nearby who glanced over.
“Edmund Pevensie likes ME.” You mutter, chuckling .
“You laughing about it doesn’t make me feel better.” He points out.
“Sorry! It’s just kind of weird, I thought you hated me.” You explain.
“Well I obviously didn’t.” He retaliates.
“So?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
“What?” He asks, confused.
“Are you going to ask me out or are just stand there like an idiot?” You ask, a small smile creeping across your face.
“Wait you-?” You sigh and nod, “Would you like to go grab some coffee?” He asks, grinning slightly.
“Only if you’re paying,” You reply.
“I think I can do that,” He shoots back as you start walking out the building.
Prompt/ask: @likeabirdonthewind asked: EDMUND IMAGINE WITH DONT THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME BY PANIC!
Word count: 870 *Including lyrics*
Warnings: Language
Setting: Modern AU
A/N: Okay woah I’m back guys...a lot has changed and gotten better and I think I’m starting to write again...thank you all so much!
Alright, alright; alright, alright; Alright alright it’s a hell of a feeling though, it’s a hell of a feeling though
You peered around the crowded room.
Why were you here? What were you doing?
Around you, tens of twenties of teenagers yelled and downed glasses of unidentifiable liquids.
It seemed as if everybody was either drunk or passed out.
Alright alright it’s a hell of a feeling though; it’s a hell of a feeling though
The group of girls you had come with were probably lost somewhere in the middle of the party, but you had no interest in finding them.
All you wanted to do was find a non-alcoholic beverage and settle down in a closet somewhere in the mess of a house.
You pushed through the cluster of sweaty bodies, avoiding every bit of human contact you could. You were not here to party.
Who are these people? I just woke up in my underwear
In front of you, a boy around 16 or 17 years old lay passed out under a rack of alcohol.
“Well, that’s smart.” You muttered sarcastically, shaking your head as you stepped over the motionless kid.
A nice, quiet place to think. That’s all you needed.
No liquor on the shelf, I should probably introduce myself
“Hey gorgeous, what do they call you?”
You raised your eyebrows at the obviously wasted guy blocking your path.
“Excuse me?”
The boy smirked, slipping his greasy hand around your forearm.
You quickly jerked back. “Fuck off!”
Immediately, you pushed past him, earning a “Oh come on, babe” and a couple “Arrogant bitch!”.
But you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out.
You shoulda seen what I wore, I had a cane and a party hat
You spotted it. A broom closet, not too far away from the door, but not too close to it either. Perfect.
You let out an inaudible sigh, avoiding a few stumbling alcoholics as you made your way to the safe-haven of a closet.
As soon as your hand touched the handle, you could feel it turn with the sharpest movement. You slipped inside, the last thing you saw being a couple vigorously making out. You exhaled.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
I was the king of this hologram, where there’s no such thing as getting out of hand
You spun on your heel, facing a dark-haired boy with a terrified look across his features.
He sighed, stepping back a little. “Oh, sorry. I thought...uh...you were a serial killer or something.”
“What?”
He shook his head, fumbling around the walls for a light switch. It wasn’t pitch black, but a little lighting was definitely necessary.
“So,” he began, “What brings you to my humble abode?”
You chuckled a little, opening the closet door a just an inch to look out into the mob of people. “I can’t stand places like this.”
Memories tend to just pop up; drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves
“Me neither.”
You turned around, tearing your eyes away from the crowd. “Then why are you here?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
You frowned. “You know, we could go on like this forever.”
You closed the door at the same time that the boy switched the light on.
Five thousand people with designer drugs; don’t think I’ll ever get enough (don’t think I’ll ever get enough)
You sighed, admitting defeat. “I have a sister here. A raging alcoholic and drug-addict, actually. She should be ‘watching over me’ as our mum put it, but she’d rather...”
“I get it.”
You tilted your head a little. “Do you?”
The boy chuckled a little, leaning into the wall. “Yeah, actually. My older brother is...well, an asshole.”
You laughed. “Designer drugs type?”
“A little, yeah.”
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline, and most things in-between
There was an awkward silence before the actual irony of the whole situation made it-somehow-less awkward.
“This is so weird. We’re stuck in a broom closet together at a party neither of us want to be at and I can’t think of a single thing to say to you.”
The boy nodded, smirking a little. “I’m Edmund. There. Care to tell me your name now?”
“Y/N?! WHAT IN ACTUAL HELL ARE YOU DOING IN A FUCKING BROOM CLOSET WITH THE FUCKING BROTHER OF PETER FUCKING PEVENSIE?”
I roam the city in a shopping cart, a pack of camels and a smoke alarm
You sighed. “Ahhhh sis, lovely to see you’re still alive.”
Edmund’s eyes widened a little bit, taking step backwards. He seemed a little intimidated, actually.
This night is heating up; raise hell and turn it up
“You know what?” Your sister started, attempting to roll her eyes and stumbling out of the door frame, “B-bug off.” You chuckled a little as the girl slammed the small door behind her.
Saying ‘If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe’ Oh yeah
You sighed, sinking down to your knees with your back against the door. “God I hate parties.” You muttered. Edmund nodded in agreement, taking a step towards you. It was silent for a moment. Then, out of no where, Edmund’s lips curled into a smile.
