How I imagine studying in the library with Lucy and the other Pevensie would go down sometimes...
Relationship: lucy pevensie x reader (best friends) edmund pevensie x reader (friendlyyyy)
Warnings: Absolutely none except wholesomeness😌
Song recommandation: Most of the time, when I’m writing I’m listening to music and kind of using the feeling it gives to inspire my writing. So here is the song recommendation for this one little pov, actually I did listened to the full album of the Paper Kites called “Woodland” while writing this so if you just want to let it play in the background while you’re reading you’ll see it’s a lovely experience. I do feel like “Woodland” is the song that I personally think fits the most this pov, but you do you 💚
a/n: Hi there! This is my first ever kind of “fic”/pov, I’m pretty stoked and I truly hope you’ll like it ! I just thought about this concept the other day and started writing about it. There might be some mistakes here and there as english is not my first language, don’t hesitate to tell me about it + if you just want to tell me what you think don’t be shy either ! ☺️
While working in the library, everything is silent. You can hear the sound of quills scratching on paper. The sound of pages turning, punctuated by a sigh here and there. The cracking sound of a bone when an exhausted figure decides to stretch, hoping to dispose of the odd discomfort of being in the same position for too long.
After some time, you look at your best friend. Her face hunched over a gigantic book treating about a tedious subject. She has this terrible habit of playing with the feather on her quill, which, most likely, always ends up in her mouth. You tried to get her to stop it, but she always goes back to it even after all your disgusted expressions and mockeries. You scrunch a stolen sheet of paper in your hands, trying to be as subtle as possible. You stiffen and wince at the loud sound it makes in the echoing library, but no one seems to notice. You look around one more time before taking your aim and hitting her right in the face. She immediately looks up to you and is about to complain when you put your finger over your mouth, encouraging her to keep silent. She looks at you with an annoyed glance, but you know she is not that bothered. Everything is better than reading more of this terrible book, even getting shot directly in the face. You touch your belly articulating exaggeratingly: “I am H U N G R Y”; she can not help a little laugh but shrugs her shoulder. She cocked her head on the side, silently asking what your plan might be; she knew you always had a course of action in that kind of situation. Lifting your left eyebrow with a challenging stare, you motioned her to come closer. Giving a glance around, knowing that if her siblings or the study supervisor saw you, you would both be in trouble. What can you say royalty can not save you from being upbraided, especially when you have three older siblings. Fortuitously, you two are a little farther in the library; no one notices when she walks over to where you are sitting. As soon as she reaches you, you both disappear in the rows of bookshelves filled with ancient books and precious manuscripts. You do love to read, but after three long hours, your fidgeting mind needs something more. You explain your simple plan, get out of here, get in the kitchen by one of the old secret tunnels, snatch some pastries and get back in here as if nothing happened. It did not need a lot of convincing for Lucy to accept your scheme; she was always in for an adventure. She did bring a good point to your attention, what would happen if someone came around to check up on you two and saw you were missing? Of course, one of you could have gone while the other stays to cover, but let us be honest. What is the fun of running away alone? As part of the royalty, it was necessary to know subjects going from politics to more practical and scientific notions, including cultural habits from possible allies. Escaping this part of your daily routine was disrespectful and was described as a lack of maturity, which you were not allowed as regents of a country and its surroundings. You had to think this through before committing to it. You studied your surrounding, trying to think of something that might throw away the scent of your little plan when the unexpected arrival of someone caught you both off guard, almost making you scream your hearts out if it was not for the intruder to have covered your mouths. The freckles on the hand on your mouth gave away its owner. You were not surprised when the voice of Edmund whispered in your ear.
- “I have a proposition.”
After some business and tactical talking, you put your plan to execution. It was easy and brilliant. Lucy was to tell the supervisor she needed a minute to herself in the bathroom, while if anyone were to ask questions, Edmund would pretend he was helping you with a particular matter, finding a book or something; he was great for diversion. You only had to bring him back a pastry, and the deal would be on. The supervisor, a gentle owl, politely waved off Lucy, and in a matter of seconds, you were both out of the library running to get to the nearest tunnel.
Holding up your skirts while running around in the castle to get some pastries was way more fun than you could imagine, especially when it was forbidden. Hiding behind statues, making sure nobody saw the both of you, waiting behind corners to hear if someone was coming your way. Running in the darkness of the tunnels, hearing the echoes of your laughs, and hearing the sound of your feet hitting the rock was exhilarating. When you finally got to the kitchen, you knocked some stuff down to attract the chef's attention elsewhere while Lucy and her tiny figure sneaked in the pantry to take some pastries from the royal reserve. Stealing from this stock was the safest option; even though you both liked those escapades, you knew it could have terrible effects on the wrongfully incriminated. Since you were always allowed to come and take some food from this special place, no harm would befall anyone. Except for both of your little arses if you got caught out of the library while in study time.
In two minutes, you were out, running once again in the opposite direction, laughing and snacking on your small treasures. Fortunately, nobody seemed to have noticed your disappearance. You waited, hidden behind a column at the entry of the library. Spotting Edmund sitting at a table near the entrance as planned, you threw a pebble in his direction, quickly getting his attention. As soon as he gave you the signal, you both ran as fast and as quietly as you could inside. Peter, Susan, and the supervisor were discussing a rather frustrating matter by the twitchy stance of Peter and the tapping foot of Susan. The poor owl seemed to be in over his head, flying around spraying a small rain of feathers on his surroundings, including Susan and Peter's hair. It gave you two the perfect occasion to get back at your table, breathing loudly, hands full of the stolen delicacies. Edmund walked around the corner, acting casually before drifting to our little spot; stopping by Lucy’s side, she slid one hot sweet bun in the pocket of his tunic. He gave us an appreciative nod when he took a big bite of it, barely retaining his contentment.
- “ What is happening between these three? Susan seems on the verge of a nervous breakdown.” Inquired Lucy grinning.
- “Oh, that? I just directed the conversation toward a subject I knew they would never agree on and that neither would want to let the other stay in his position.”
- “You are the best.” You added with a giggle.
He gave you a fist bump before taking a seat next to his sister. You all enjoyed your pastries while looking at the spectacle of feathers and anger unfolding before your amused eyes.
once a king or queen of narnia, always a king or queen of narnia ; a pevensie sibling playlist on spotify, based on @lxncelot and @isolemnlyswearpevensie posts
