You and Peter have come very far from where you were, and you'll not ask for anything more.
pairing/s: peter pevensie x reader (both peter and reader are monarchs of narnia)
genre: marriage, family, slice-of-life, fluff
word count: 1332
a/n: based on this ask (also) from ages ago. it's not quite what you asked for anon. i hope that's okay.
credits to @cursed-carmine and @sweetmelodygraphics for dividers used.
During the earlier days of your relationship with Peter, it started rather… unconventional.
After all, you were strangers to each other, his siblings included. Your first meeting being at the professor’s house in the country side. Him continuously being apologetic as you had willingly joined him in looking after his three younger siblings. And not long after, you all were in a place covered in snow, which by the way - was through the wardrobe? Where talking animals were a thing? And an evil snow queen had kidnapped Edmund?
That made it even worse for Peter. Not only was he now meant to save an entire kingdom, but also make sure his brother comes back alive or else their mum back in Finchley will skin him. Not to mention what will happen if something ever happened to you.
But despite also being new to everything, you stayed by his side. Their side. Not even when the Ice Queen also tempted you your own place.
You did more than what they could ask for. You comforted Lucy when Peter’s frustration got the best of him and Susan was on her wit’s. The little girl could only handle so much without her older siblings by her side. You offered strategies that were far better than they could think of. Even going as far as being next to Peter’s side during battle. Edmund was more than pleased when you didn’t leave them alone. He had found a friend in you, and much to his favour, mellowed down his snappy brother.
It wasn’t until after the coronation night when the two of you slowly drifted away from being just friends.
It started with the small gestures that were already there, but amplified. A hand on your back to guide you. Walking you to your quarters at night. Offering you his elbow as you walk together.
Then, they became grander. Adding more fuel to the fire he was already tending.
Grand flower arrangements he dutifully places in vases before giving to you, never forgetting to come back with a new set when they start to wilt. (You eventually found out it was because he kept a singular bud to look after, and once that one started to show end of life, he got out and picked fresh ones.) Solo dinners where it was just the two of you under the presence of the moon. Walks became more than just nightly rituals. You two soon found a routine of taking walks around the kingdom grounds, where talking came easy and each other’s presence were more than comfort.
What started as a silly courtship turned in to a relationship of love. It was far from perfect, you both agreed that was highly impossible. Vulnerability and anger were still present, but it balances out when conversations were shared. You helped him and he helped you.
And here you were now, sat underneath an apple tree to shade you and your 6-month old baby as your husband plays with the rest of your children.
“Come join us, mummy!” Eli, your 7-year old and eldest of now three, screams. Running away from the game of tag towards your spot. You wince as he gets closer, finally hearing the little wheezes he lets out as he catches his breath. As you start fussing around, trying to grab your son a drink, a hand stops you. Shielding you from the bright rays of the sun, you look up to see Peter. He grabs the cup from your hand, telling you a light ‘I’ve got it’.
You watch as he settles the kids down with ease. Preparing the packed picnic basket Mrs Beaver had prepared when she found out about your day plans. Soon, the blanket you were sat on was filled with various fruits and snacks. Warmth and adoration blooms in your chest as Peter easily wades through fatherhood, even if he has already done this a bunch of times.
“Where are you going?” he asks, voice groggy. Your only response was a yawn. It was then that Peter registers a cry in the background that he realises the reasons behind your abrupt arousal. He becomes alert. Noticing how you were still near the bed, he grabs your wrist gently, finally grabbing your attention.
On a normal day, Peter would fawn over the adorable look of fatigue you are sporting on but the lack of sunlight from the sky made him think otherwise.
“Stay in bed, I’ve got this one.” He prompts. Too tired to reply once again, you can only nod your head as you go back to bed. He couldn’t blame you for not arguing. After all, you were the one up late the night before nursing your new born. The least Peter could do was deal with the little nightmares.
“Mummy, I got you flowers!” Jacob shouts as he runs over. You notice the pile of daisies in between his chubby little fingers. You swoon at your 3-year old’s sweet gesture, wrapping him tight between your arms before he could even settle down. Not far behind him follows Eli, also bringing his own handful of floral.
“What are these for, my sweet boys?”
“Just flowers! Like daddy do!”
You didn’t think you’d be able to fall more for your family.
For as long as you could remember, Peter had brought it upon himself to give you flowers, sometimes even just a flower, to show another way of appreciating you. “Just because, my love.” He had simply explained the one time you asked for an explanation.
It seems that your own little boys have also caught on.
Peppering kisses all over Eli and Jacob, your heart swells at the happy giggles fluttering the area. It is then you finally see your husband himself, a smile on his face as he walks over to you. A single sunflower between his fingers.
“Will this do for a man to get kisses like those?”
“Y/N, may I please come in?”
Peter had been worrying all day. Only having seen you early in the morning when you both woke up, he was left out in the loop.
Susan had come up to him earlier that afternoon, something about needing him to see you and not to panic. Yet, he was on the verge of.
You were not anywhere he thought you would be, and when he still couldn’t find you in the secret gardens, that’s when it started spiking. If it wasn’t for a faun leaving the infirmary, he wouldn’t have known. She had softly let him know you were there. Again, mentioning that he had to see and speak with you.
‘What in Aslan’s mane is going on?’
Your face greets him first when you finally open the door. He steps in cautiously, letting the door close as he grabs both of your hands. “Are you alright?”
Peter scans your face, relief starting to course him at the lack of injuries.
You take a deep breath, eyes boring into his like it’s your lifeline. Might as well be, at this point. “Peter…”
Peter takes note at the fragility of your tone. Mentally telling himself to calm down. He waits as you gather yourself. The seconds tick by like hours of the day.
“Pete…”
“Yes?”
“I’m pregnant.”
You both don’t exactly remember what happened next. You swore he fainted. Peter swears the opposite. What you both do know was the shared tears of joy that followed soon after. Another set of promises shared. The hugs and the laughter.
Peter had taken over carrying your baby-girl, Sloane. “You haven’t been giving your mum trouble, have you?” He teases, smiling to himself as the baby lets out a coo.
He meets your eyes over your kids’ heads, both too engrossed in their sandwiches to disturb the two of you. Nothing but warmth and love swallows the two of you, and Peter swears to himself he’d rather keep this than ever going back to Finchley.
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based on this request by ‘🌷’ anon! thank you so much for the submission despite it taking me almost a year!
an arranged-marriage should have been daunting, but your husband — Peter — does make it seem easy.
pairing/s: peter pevensie x reader (in an arranged marriage)
warning/s: arranged-marriage, other than that - nothing.
genre: just the slightest of angst, mostly fluff
word count: 1442
a/n: based on this ask from anon from ages ago! i can’t wait to be back on the grind!
credits to @dividers-are-us and @sweetmelodygraphics for dividers used on this post.
The grand terrace, you eventually found, was the perfect place to sit and star-gaze from. Something you were happy you didn’t have to let go after leaving home.
You were also glad that you left home for a good cause.
Not that it was the easiest decision to choose.
Your father dearest had tried everything he could. From negotiations to loans, and yet, it was all still not enough.
Marriage also didn’t seem easy to begin with. You suppose you would have gotten the easy route if you had the choice. Already having a few potential suitors.
Hence why you’re here now, on Cair Paravel’s grand balcony, silently thanking the stars for allowing you to settle down in the Kingdom of Narnia. The kingdom and its inhabitants are lovely, welcoming you with open arms upon your arrival. The siblings, too, were nothing but. From Susan personally giving you a tour, Lucy willing to spend her spare time with you, and Edmund inviting you to a game of chess.
And your husband, the High King Peter, had been nothing but respectful and patient. Gentle smiles with gentle touches. Allowing you to take your own time in getting used to their kingdom. And that’s more than you even asked for.
The night breeze started to pick up, your sleep wear simply not enough to shield you from it. You were about to call it a night when you felt a warm presence behind you, not long before it completely enveloped your shoulders. You look up, meeting the eyes of your husband, a soft smile adorning your lips in greeting.
“Do you mind if I join you?” He asks, gesturing to the empty space next to you. You only chuckle and shake your head, moving a bit to give him more space to sit on. The smile that grazes Peter’s face could rival the bright stars of the sky, but you keep that thought to yourself, both of you settling to a comfortable silence. “Have you been waiting long?” You ask, referring to your unspoken routine with Peter to wait for each other at night.
“No, I… uh- actually,”
You wait patiently, looking away from him towards the calm waves of the ocean. Peter curses himself mentally as he stumbles around his words. He usually wasn’t like this. The experience with being the king has helped him smoothen out his speech, but for some unknown reason, something about you has his brain short-circuiting. “Not to be detestable but, uhm, I’ve actually noticed you coming out here a lot more.” He finally lets out. Glancing his way again, you can only tilt your head with your brows furrowed as he elaborates. “Looking at the stars, I mean. You used to do it on the balcony from our bedroom, but lately… you’ve been… here.”
Your expression must have been opposite of what you felt, as Peter’s face turns a shade of red as he frantically explains himself once again. “Again! Not to be weird or anything, I just… noticed. That’s all. You seem fond of doing it,” he slows down, turning his head towards the water.
“Oh…” you only manage to get out.
“Yes, oh…”
You assumed it came with him now being your spouse, but you didn’t think the king took the time to actually look at you. Properly look at you. Noticing things you thought people would just let go without a second thought. Not that you didn’t do it yourself. After all, the only reason you knew his favourite brew and taste of tea was only because you noticed yourself. How he did it during the even earlier days of your marriage before you started doing it yourself.
You let out a soft laugh, giving Peter a chance to finally relax and let out a small laugh himself. “It’s not that you were being detestable. I do apologise if my shock came out the way it did. I just didn’t think… you’d notice.”
Peter hums at your response, silence dawning onto the two of you once again. This time, there seems to be a mutual understanding surrounding you.
Hearing you shuffle from your place, Peter’s lips slightly part as he noticed you were now sitting even closer. You start to point your finger at a cluster of stars, quickly glancing at the man beside you. “Do you see that group over there?”
You both now were so close, that the distant warmth you felt earlier wasn’t too far anymore. “Yes, I believe so,” Peter whispers, daring not to break the quaint atmosphere.
“That’s The Ram. It’s symbolises vitality, courage, and leadership,” you explain. Peter hums, accepting your explanation before looking at you with a glint of wonder in his eyes. “Sounds like someone we know, don’t you think?” You ask, amusedly. Peter wonders who you were referring to as you continue, finding another cluster amongst the millions of diamonds above.
“That there is the Dove. I know it doesn’t really look like it but if you squint, it’ll resemble one. They all do. A bit hard to see it though without a textbook to cross reference.”
“What does that one mean?”
“The Dove is a symbol of peace. Its presence releases a sense of harmony.”
“Do you just… know this stuff?”
Peter couldn’t help himself but ask. After all, this is the first time he has interrupted you during your nightly ritual. And it seems that he had learned more than what he expected. He now feels a bit ignorant for simply thinking that you were looking at the sky. “I do. My old professor, Miss Cuthbert, taught me all I could know about the sky. Told me if I ever needed guidance, the sky and its friends will always be there. The Sun, the moon, and the stars.”
That night brought you and Peter closer. Mornings were now spent getting ready together during the tranquility of the morning. Kisses on the temple and on the cheek are now part of your greetings for each other.
You’ve even started to spend your reading time with him in his office as he goes through his papers. Asking for your input every now and then.
“Why’d you ask?”
“You are the High Queen now too, my love.”
The biggest change however, was your nightly star gazing. Instead of doing them alone, Peter now spends it with you. Not a single night went without him asking a question and admiring you after an answer.
The change especially didn’t go unnoticed. The rest of the palace’s inhabitants have had their few share of words.
Palace staff were found giggling amongst themselves, townspeople were running around sharing gossip. Even the siblings couldn’t help themselves but talk.
In fact, one day during a nice spring day, the younger siblings decided to take the day off and spend it at the palace courtyard. Susan and Edmund busy with a game of chess, whilst Lucy — with the company of Mr Tumnus — went around and studied the natural flora that was growing around the area. The calm atmosphere slightly cracked at the approaching chatter. Looking up from her textbook, Lucy relaxes at seeing Mr and Mrs Beaver approach, laughing lightly at the female beaver’s extravagant hand gestures.
“Oh dear! Aren’t they just wonderful.”
“Reminds me of our younger days, dear.”
They reach the centre, opening up their picnic basket to reveal an array of picnic staples. Susan excuses herself from the game first, getting down to help the beavers lay out the food. “Everything alright, Mrs Beaver?” she asks, putting down the last box of sandwiches. Susan could only laugh at how fast Mrs Beaver’s gaze turned to her, more so at how she had grabbed her hands, almost like she was grounding herself for what she was about to say.
“Oh, it’s your brother, dear. And the darling, Y/N. The two have taken the day to the tulip fields!” She muses, almost tearing up.
The siblings sigh at the beaver’s statement.
Not one of them spoke about it out loud but they all shared the same worries. Whether Peter and Y/N were going to work out.
“Softness looks good on Peter, don’t you think?” Mr Tumnus says, taking a seat on the blanket. Edmund hums, popping a grape into his mouth as he adds, “They do a great deal of balancing each other out. Found the two of them doing a sparring session on my way out.”
Everyone around gave each other a knowing look. As for finally, despite the rather unconventional-convential way of events, their leader has found their partner. One who is also more than capable of being one.
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sick of seeing his little brother and their best-friend just simply ogle at each other, peter decides to take matters into his own hands.
request for @edmundpevensielover : EDMUND PEVENSIE X READER
LOTS OF FLUFF AND ED AND READER HIDE THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER MAYBE SHE (READER) GETS TRICKED BY PETER (AT THE PEVENSIES' CHRISTMAS PARTY) TO DRINK AND SHE (READER) GETS DRUNK AND MAKES OUT WITH EDMUND AND THEY PRETEND IT DIDN'T HAPPEN AND SUSAN CATCHES THEM MAKING OUT AGAIN.
pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader
warning/s: mentions of alcohol and reader being drunk a bit tipsy
genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers (or is it?)
word count: 1.4k
a/n: this has been in my requests for god knows how long, i do apologise for only getting to it now. i did change it up a bit from what anon originally requested, hope that's okay!
How do you make two obviously in love individuals realise their feelings for each other when the said two individuals are also too oblivious for their own good?
That was the same question Peter had going on in his head.
It has been too long.
Way too long since his little brother — Edmund, admitted he has feelings for Y/N — someone he has grown close to over the years, who also happens to be Edmund’s best friend since forever. Also including the fact that same Y/N did the exact same thing Edmund did, only a week later.
Some would say that Peter is in a huff. Jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed as he walks down the halls of the castle towards the library. A bit too niche of a topic for him to be in a huff about — but he's only human after all, and only wants happiness for the two. Gratefully, as a king, he can hide the reason behind his frustration by blaming his duties — claiming they were starting to get too much. People seem to buy it, except for two.
“Peter, are you alright? You’ve been sighing like a mad man since you sat down.”
Lucy’s question only had the young king sighing again, not missing the way Lucy and Susan shared a glance before him.
“It’s those two,” he answers, nodding towards the two figures who had seemed to tuck themselves against each other under one of the castle’s big library shelves.
Both Lucy and Susan follow Peter’s gaze, faux fatigue lacing their shoulders as they watch Y/N and Edmund share fond looks to each other as they immerse into a novel. Y/N was holding the book, conveniently keeping it up between the two of them to read. Edmund had himself stood as support for the young girl who had relaxingly rested upon his chest, his arm behind her — flat against the surface to keep his weight on, allowing both of them to stay upright.
It would be a moment for couples — only if they were one.
“Who do you think will confess first?” Lucy loudly wondered. Although, not too loud to pop the bubble Edmund and Y/N had themselves in. Peter hummed, suddenly alert as if he wasn’t just huffing a few minutes ago. His sisters looked at him, eyes waiting for him to say something.
“What? Isn’t it obvious? I’m sure Y/N will say something first.”
Susan silently scoffs, mouth opening as if someone had just offended her. “Don’t think so lowly of Edmund, would you? I know it’s going to be him.”
“Ed, do you know what colours Peter’s planning for this year?” the young woman asks as she welcomes herself into Edmund’s bedroom. Upon hearing no answer and only the sounds of water running, she assumes he’s still busy giving himself a wash. Thinking he’ll be taking a while, she sits on the four-poster — fussing herself around as she gets comfortable, crossing her legs underneath herself. Relaxing in her seat, she opens the book she had on her hold — continuing where she had left off.
Getting herself lost in the plot, she fails to realise the sound of water stopping nor the fact that Edmund had come out of the washroom and had asked a question himself. It was only when the mattress beneath her dipped did she look up from her page, seeing Edmund looking fresh — wet hair dripping all over his sheets. “You’re not laying down with wet hair, are you?” Y/N asks, eyes narrowing at the sly smile growing on Edmund’s face. “No.” he simply answered, further provoking her as he slowly ascends on to his pillows.
Y/N only sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands up from her position to grab the stray towel the boy had half-mindedly discarded. “Come on,” she says, tapping his thigh lightly, “this way you won’t be waking up tomorrow, complaining about a mind-blowing head ache you have.”
Edmund scoffs at her dramatics, swinging his legs off to the edge of the bed. Y/N settles herself between his thighs, hands under the towel as she carefully dries Edmund’s hair.
He sighs, eyes closing and his hands making its way to her waist. He keeps them there, finding himself getting drowsy at the feeling of Y/N’s fingers through his hair and the soft humming she emits. “I like it when you dry my hair for me,” he whispers, eyes still closed. Y/N laughs softly, giving his hair once last swipe before putting the towel aside. Combing the strands lightly, she finishes her routine with a soft kiss to his head. “I know you do.”
“You’ve really outdone yourself this year, Pete! The party’s amazing!”
Peter laughs, amused at the unnecessary volume Y/N spoke. “I can hear you perfectly you know. No need to shout,” he teases, laughing again at the pout forming on her lips. “Do you know where Edmund went?! I’ve been looking for him all night, I have something to say to him!”
His eyes widen at the girl’s question. Could this finally be it?
As if on cue, Edmund presents himself — although a bit tipsy himself, not as much as Y/N is though. “What’s going on?”
“Ed!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around Edmund’s torso. The boy manages to catch himself from falling, giggling to himself as he too reciprocates the hug. “Oh dear, how many have you had?”
Y/N removed herself from Edmund, hands on her hips as she appears to be deep in thought. Edmund looks at his brother for an answer, only that Peter remains silent. Raising his arms halfway up in the air feigning innocence. She suddenly gasps in her place, quickly spinning around to face Peter. “You gave me two! And then… I think I grabbed another two. And maybe… Idunnoanymore, Ithink…” her words began slurring into each other, earning a chuckle from both brothers. Edmund feels himself slowly sobering up at her antics, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. “It’s bed time, don’t you think?”
“No… nonono, notyet—”
Peter remains silent from where he had stood himself, not before moving a little further away from where the pair were standing. He watches as Edmund remains calm, a dopy smile on his face as he dotes on you and your blabbing. He mentally pats himself on the back, triumph enveloping him as he hopes his initial plan of getting you together (finally) happens.
“Come on, my love, just a few more steps…” Edmund encourages, guiding his very drunk girlfriend back to his bedroom in one piece.
One day he’ll get Peter’s head for this.
As soon as the door opens — Y/N escapes Edmund’s grasp, almost catapulting herself onto the bed. She relaxes herself, taking a few deep breaths in before sitting back up. “Do you think… they know?” she hiccups, eyes barely open to look at Edmund.
Edmund feels his heart swell at the sight, his eyes giving nothing but love as he slowly helps Y/N get ready for bed. “I don’t think so,” he begins, wiping a damp wash cloth over her face – a hand gingerly placed under her chin to keep her from swaying. “But I do think Peter wants us to quicken up a bit, be together officially. Maybe that’s why he gave you too many to drink.”
She lets out a small huff, a pout on her lips. “But we already are together, Ed. It’s not our fault they remain oblivious.”
“I know, my love. What about we tell them tomorrow? How does that sound? Surprise them during breakfast, hm?”
Y/N laughs, a sound never failing to sound like music to Edmund’s ears. “That’s… good…” yawns break her words apart. Edmund slowly guides her to lay down, ensuring his actions are not too sudden for her to suddenly feel nauseous. “Let’s go to bed then, now, shall we?”
Not even finished with his sentence and Y/N’s were already closed, hands tugging onto the blankets to snuggle herself in further. Edmund smiles, standing up from where he perched onto the edge of the bed to now get himself ready. Right as he enters the washroom, a question is suddenly asked.
“Ed, are you even drunk?”
He just laughs, not having the heart yet to tell you that he had caught on to Peter’s game very early on to the night. Not that he can for your soft snores had followed your question aright after.
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Edmund discovers something new in Narnia. Or is it new? Lucy seems to be just unimpressed.
pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!mage!reader
warnings/other info: reader is implied to be also human but has magical capabilities? edmund a bit of an ignorant (lucy calls him one + an idiot). edmund bumps into reader. usual pevensie sibling banter. the fic itself might be a bit shit too, sorry
genre: fluff, strangers-to-friends
word count: 1,183
a/n: this is just something to get my writing brain working after going missing for ages lol (sorry) i got so so so caught up with my final exams n everyone leaving for uni and skdhkjgasjkdda but i'm better now and have more free time so hopefully i don't abandon you guys again (not gonna promise anything tho) - requests and questions r open!
Edmund remembers the day so vividly.
Susan had just been berating him about his king-ly duties. Almost demanding him to finish them. If Edmund's being honest, he would say she probably was. And he was growing sick — annoyed, actually — at Susan’s constant reminders. And it’s not like he doesn’t even finish them on time. He simply has his own pace.
He was getting close to snapping at his older sister, and from what his brain allows him to remember — snapping at now Queen Susan was worse than Finchley Susan.
So he simply scoffed, standing up from his seat, heading out of the castle — desperate for some fresh air.
With his satchel with him, he decided to walk around town. Greeting Narnians here and there, occasionally stopping by stands to feed his own curiosity. He even remembers picking up another book, one he now keeps on his nightstand to read when he can’t go to bed.
What had been so significant about the day was stumbling onto something — someone, rather — who he swears he had not met before.
“Oh! I sincerely apologise your majesty. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Although, I am in a rush so... I’ll see you around!”
The moment was too quick for Edmund to register. Only a couple moments after did he realise the voice that had just spoken to him. Accent almost too familiar to just be Narnian. He whipped his head around, watching as the same person rushes through the busy workings of the town, impressively dodging obstacles along their way.
Now on present day, his attempts at convincing his siblings that there is a new citizen in town are going nowhere. Peter seems to have just started ignoring him, Susan the same, and Lucy… Lucy is just unimpressed.
“Have you really just met the healing mage, Ed? Really?”
“I swear Lu she’s— wait, healing mage?”
Lucy sighs, looking at Susan for back up. The older girl only shrugs, leaving her to herself and when she looked at Peter, the man was already chuckling.
Edmund observes the exchange happening before him, confusion clouding his mind.
“Can someone just catch me up on what’s going on? Please?” he practically begs.
“That’s Y/N you’re talking about, you ignorant idiot. And she’s not new. She moved here — appeared rather, a few months ago when you were out for diplomacy. I guess you really just haven’t bumped into her before.”
“What do you mean appeared? Is she a daughter of Eve to—”
“I think that’s a question for you to ask her Edmund. It seems you have been ignoring the sole person keeping Narnians healthy.”
The next day, Edmund woke up early to deliver a basket of herbs. It was meant to be Lucy’s job, one that she personally does every week and the same job Edmund questioned but never asked about. Well, now he’s about to get his answers and Lucy argues it’s an excuse for him to finally meet the mage.
He follows the path with white lilies per Lucy’s instructions.
“Y/N loves lilies, especially white ones.” She had added.
As soon as he felt that he was getting lost, a small cottage appears just a few more lilies away.
He had to pause in his step. It was quaint, the cottage looking like it was out of a fairy-tale the way nature surrounded it. Not that Edmund can say that anymore, the way he and his siblings made it to Narnia proved too good to be true at first.
His admiration was cut short when he heard the door swinging open, revealing no one else but the same person he had bumped into the day before. Only this time, Edmund can see her clearly and she is no longer in a rush. He continued watching, his presence seemed to be unknown as Y/N continued fussing around her front garden. Her mouth was moving, seemingly talking to the greenery.
Edmund takes a step forward, slowly making out the words coming out of her mouth as he gets closer.
“Come on Thistle! We haven’t got all day! And Lokas, please tell me that’s not a ruby in your hand?! Oh please, I already told you—”
“Hello!”
The young girl’s erratic dialogue came to a stop. Her body looking like it froze in place as she gawks at Edmund. The creatures below her were no different. Edmund had just realised she was surrounded by not only nature, but creatures alike — faeries and pixies, gnomes of almost all ages, and pixies.
She blinks. Once. Twice.
Finally gaining her senses back, she straightens herself up and smiles. “Good morning, your majesty! I wasn’t expecting you today.”
Edmund could only smile, raising the basket he still had in his hold. “Neither did I. Unfortunately, Lucy had some emergency duties to run this morning so I offered to do her plant delivery.”
“Oh! That’s very thoughtful of you your majesty, but you shouldn’t have. I would’ve picked it up myself at the castle anyway.”
She had now gotten closer, leaving her front gate open as she accepts the basket from Edmund, a sudden gasp escaping her lips as she does so. “Oh! Where are my manners. I’m Y/N, your majesty. I should’ve done that sooner.”
“Consider us two even. After-all, I am the one here only just hearing about you and your job as the kingdom’s healer.”
Y/N laughs. “And oh, please, just call me Edmund.”
“Is that the king I see again?”
The faery’s question had Y/N looking up from her cauldron, confused. After making sure her current concoction was not going to blow up anytime soon, she pats her hands dry on her apron as she makes her way to the same table where Thistle was currently hovering. Her brows furrow as she makes out Edmund walking towards her cottage.
“It sure is Thistle. I wonder what he’s here for.”
She exits her own home, a smile – although a bit sceptical — forming on her face. Edmund smiles back, walk turning into a slight jog as he gets closer. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon, Edmund. I hope everything’s alright at the castle.”
Worry replaces her confusion. The only reason a member of the castle, the king rather, would personally pay her a visit would be because something had gone wrong and they needed her help. “Oh! Don’t worry. Everything is well in shape. I was just… bored. Yeah, bored.”
Y/N nods, sensing the growing nervousness of the young king.
“Bored, you say?”
“Yes.”
“And you decided to come here?”
“Yes.”
Is it bad to tease your royal highnesses a bit?
“To my small cottage?”
Surely not.
“Yes…”
“Where you could have easily done, I don’t know — fencing or riding on your horse. You know, like what other kings do?”
“Yes…?”
Her smile turns into a smirk, finding amusement in the way Edmund began questioning his own answers. She chuckles, allowing Edmund to relax — a nervous laugh escaping himself. “I’m only teasing. Would you like to come in, Edmund?”
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
warnings: mentions of heavy rain, and my shitty attempt at someone playing the piano and them teaching as well (i don't play piano lmao 😭)
genre: arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fluff
word count: 1.3k
a/n: this one's longer than normal (especially for my writing). i also thought i'd switch things up a bit and write for our dear peter. might write a second part as well, not sure yet.
The wedding had been beautiful.
That was one thing for sure. Susan had outdone herself once again with the festivities.
If only it wasn’t just for the sake of alliance, Y/N would have had appreciated it more. She had been stuck in her own mind for that half of the day — thinking of anything - everything - she could have done differently.
She did find herself lucky to be married to Peter.
King Peter the Magnificent.
Ever so respectful Peter.
Peter with his heart so big.
Golden boy Peter.
She had been reluctant. But after one meet up with the King and his first few words to her being “You don’t have to say yes. As much I would love to have this alliance, I respect your boundaries more.”
She had to give him a chance.
That was 4 months ago, the wedding being 3.
So far, their relationship had been nothing but respect and patience. Despite the rings on their fingers and the ink on paper, the two only really saw each other as acquaintances — or so they thought.
It had been pouring down all day in Narnia. Peter didn’t have a choice but to seize all work for the day, after all, Narnia wouldn’t function if its people were out making themselves sick.
The atmosphere had been nothing but relaxed, enhanced by the large drops on rain outside.
The 4 siblings had cooped themselves in the sitting room. Peter sat on a big arm chair reading a book, the story had gone boring 2 chapters ago.
Suddenly, soft notes of a piano started echoing around the room.
Peter looked up from his book, skeptical eyes scanning his sibling’s faces. “Do you guys hear that?” he asked. Lucy hummed, too concentrated on forming a puzzle she swore she’ll finish by the end of the day. Edmund just grunted, eyes not leaving the book he was reading. “Of course we do. We’re not deaf, Peter,” Susan had answered, although it was not the tone Peter was hoping for. He rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the chair. Book forgotten and his palms on his things. “Are you guys — not confused over the fact that there’s a piano playing?” he said, question laced with interrogation.
He’s so confused. Why are they treating this like some everyday thing?
Lucy rolled his eyes, finally looking up from his book. Her loud sigh caught Peter’s attention. He kept quiet, eyes looking at her to elaborate. “It’s Y/N of course.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t know that.” Edmund remarked.
The blank looks his siblings gave him after Peter confessed that — yes, he did in fact not know that his supposed wife played the piano — had annoyed him, he had to excuse himself out of the room.
His mind went rollercoaster, scenario after scenario in his head on why Y/N wouldn’t tell him that she played the piano.
He was too lost in his own world that he didn’t realise he had walked in the music room. The soft call of his name bringing him back.
“Peter? Are you alright?”
Y/N stood in front him, eyes wide in worry. His heart started doing palpitations and he swears his knees are going weak. When they first met, Peter couldn’t help but think that she’s really pretty. He means really really pretty. In fact, he almost called off the whole deal. He couldn't let someone's beauty go to waste just for an arranged marriage. He had appreciated hers (until now), he just didn't know if the appreciation was mutual.
It was only after the two started to get to know each other that Peter thought it wouldn't be too bad.
Her warm hand had made its way on to his arm, squeezing it lightly. "Pete?".
Y/N watched as Peter finally snapped out of his thoughts, blinking rapidly. She laughed quietly, bringing her hand back to her side. Once she deemed Peter conscious enough, she asked again. "Are you alright?". The man nodded, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "I— uh— heard!"
She looked at him skeptically.
"The piano, I mean. You were playing," he finally managed to get out, gesturing his arms towards the large equipment. He had mentally slapped himself a million times already. Peter thought he had the skills in him, but apparently not. For he was a stuttering mess in front of his queen.
She didn't seem to mind. Y/N only laughed, walking towards the piano once again.
Peter suddenly remembered what he came to see her for and followed, standing behind her. He watched as she delicately placed her fingers on the keys. She began playing an unknown tune, but Peter was still enthralled. The way her back was straight and her arms relaxed, her eyes darting from one side of the instrument to the other.
He stayed quiet, listening to Y/N play until the sound slowed down and she reached the end. He couldn't help but bring his palms together, his applauds replacing the sound of the piano. "You don't have to do that," she whispered, using her hands to lower Peter's to stop him.
"But why?," he whined, Y/N swore his eyes were going to burst out of their sockets. "I didn't even know you played piano. Y/N that was wonderful."
Y/N looked into his eyes, nothing but adoration swirling around. She could feel herself melt away but tried not to. She bashfully looks away, clearing her throat, finding words to reply to Peter's compliments. "You— uh, were away when... I started playing again.
Dad had taught me how to since I was 5. It was one thing we did together.
I hadn't done it since..."
Peter pursed his lips. He knew what she was talking about. There was always the ugly side of marriages between two kingdoms. The wife stays with the family of the husband.
"Do you know how to play?"
Peter shook his head. He felt his breath cut short at the smile Y/N sent to him. She scoots to the side, leaving room on the bench. She pats it gently, and Peter sat down.
“Let me teach you something easy.”
He sat still as Y/N took his fingers on to her hands and delicately places them on the keys. His mind once again pausing. “Stop being so tense”, she giggles, looking at him. “I’m not,” he denies.
“You so are! Just relax. It’s only me.”
It’s only me.
Yes, and you’re like really beautiful.
He thought.
He finally managed to relax himself.
Y/N taught him a few notes on the keys, occasionally guiding his fingers with her own.
She had managed to teach him an intro of a song he still doesn’t know. It was getting difficult for both of them to focus when Peter would just laugh at his mistakes, making Y/N laugh or when the other just silently giggles, affecting the other.
“What song is this by the way?” He asked as he played the intro himself. “It’s the kingdom’s theme song. Anthem, if you will. It’s usually one we teach children,” she explained.
Peter stopped, a comedic scoff escaping his lips. He looks at Y/N in bewilderment. “You’re telling me I’m playing something meant for children?”
She laughs. “More like for beginners.”
“You’re unbelievable,” he chuckled.
The two spent the rest of the afternoon playing the instrument and by supper, Peter had almost learned the whole thing.
“I assume that was Peter playing the horrendous noise,” Edmund had teased when they entered the dining room.
Peter could only smack his brother at the back of his head.
“Well, he’s learning. That’s for sure,” Y/N reassured, taking her seat.
The look the two gave each other didn’t go unignored by Lucy, Susan, and Edmund. The three chose to ignore it for now, letting the two discover it on their own.
thanks for reaching the end. once again, my requests and questions are open — feel free to ask. also, my edmund x reader series is gaining shape. i might post a teaser or blurb soon. xoxo
Hello, Love! I adore your writing! Can I request an Edmund Pevensie x Reader, whereas the reader discovers that she’s pregnant and tells their S/O, Edmund, and it’s mere fluff? Thank you so much!!! <<<333
hearts are beating
a new individual arrives at narnia
pairing/s: older!edmund pevensie x fem!wife!reader
warnings: pregnancy, mentions of anxiety
genre: pregnancy trope, established relationship, if u squint there’s angst, the medieval era's poor ass way of finding out someone's pregnant (?)
word count: 1.5k
a/n: i kind of hate how this ended i’m really sorry 😭 i could not (for the life me) find a way to end it differently. i also added my own twist towards the request i hope that’s alright. also a part of this i kind of stole from game of thrones ...... it was the first thing that came to mind
“Your majesty, when was the last time you bled?”
She knew what the faun was implying. How she didn't notice herself? She didn't know.
It wasn't like her and Edmund weren't trying — she just didn't expect it to happen so soon. They had spoken about the topic before, a month after their wedding. They had both agreed they’ll just let it happen, whether it was in under a year after or 10. “We have been together for 5 years, have known you for 10. It’s you that I have the most trust on becoming a mother.”
She knew she loved him even more that night.
One rusted needle later proved her assumptions. The two lovely fauns who stayed with her through the whole process were jumping in glee, hugging her as the three had huge smiles on their faces.
"Oh, congratulations your majesty," one of them said, a hand on their chest.
Her happiness was quick to be replaced with worry when she thought about her husband. Edmund.
Oh Edmund.
From all palace duties he could have left the kingdom for, it had to happen when he was gone.
She had to kindly ask the fauns to not spread the message beforehand and she silently thanked Aslan for when the fauns agreed, knowing how important it was for Edmund to know before the whole kingdom did. The fauns later left her to herself, giving her another congratulations as they exited the room.
Y/N started racking her brain for any piece of information Edmund had told her before he had left. Anything to tell her when he'll come back. She started to panic when she realised Edmund had said nothing. It also had to be one of those trips.
She quickly relaxed herself, remembering the words of her mother when she was pregnant with her younger sister that stress and anxiety can affect the baby. Her hand came up to her belly where she could suddenly feel a small bump. "I hope you dad comes home soon, my love. He'll be delighted to meet you," she whispered.
She later found herself in Susan's study.
The older girl looked up from the stack of paper she was reading, her eyes welcoming as she took notice of the younger girl that she had grown fond of. “Y/N are you alright?,” she asked, putting down her quill as she realised the fidgety movements of Y/N.
“Do you know when Edmund will be back?”
Susan pursed her lips. She sympathetically shook her head as a no.
“Susan I—“
She stopped herself.
Her eyes began to water. A lump had formed in her throat. She tried to blink away the tears, but Susan had already noticed. “Oh Y/N…”
Susan stood up from her seat to hug the crying girl. She whispered gentle reassurance to her ear. The two stood in silence, nothing but Y/N’s quiet hiccups can be heard. “I’m pregnant.”
She attempted to whisper — but at that moment, it was all Susan could hear. She only hugged Y/N tighter, resting her chin above her head. “You’re going to be just fine.”
After Y/N had calmed down that day, the two took it upon themselves to go to the palace library and gather every information they could get to help her. Susan’s knowledge from where she used to live in England could only help them so much. Later on, Y/N had to tell Lucy. The young girl already had a great intuition, so she was bound to find out herself even if Y/N didn’t tell her.
Soon after, Susan walked in the palace with a woman behind her. She looked lovely and sweet, her smile so warm and comforting, and her bouncy short hair just added to her lovely aura. “Y/N, this is Mary. She’s a midwife and… if you let her, she’ll happily help you.”
Y/N had hugged that woman so tight that day.
The whole kingdom was still yet to know about the young queen’s pregnancy. No one but the palace knew. The young girls of the monarchy had tried to keep it a secret from them, but her layered clothing was too warm for herself to even try and cover the bump and the bump itself was just growing. “Y/N you don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to,” Susan had tried to reassure her, but she just shook her head, a small smile plastered on her face. “Having a healthy baby is more than enough for me.”
The palace that day celebrated in happiness upon the announcement of the new baby.
She only wished Edmund was with her.
Where was he?
A month later, Peter arrived back from his own trip. She had wished it was Edmund, but she was just glad her brother-in-law had come back in one shape. His eyes practically bulged in excitement upon seeing Y/N with a bump.
He rushed forward, helping Y/N off her chair as she stood up to greet him. “Congratulations!” he muttered as they hugged. The question the king said next had her eyebrows furrowing. “How about Ed?”.
“What do you mean?”
The look on Y/N and her question had answered Peter’s question.
Y/N was five months along.
The midwife — Beth — had told her when she first felt movement. “It’s the baby kicking dear. He or she seems to be excited about you.”
Beth’s words had instantly calmed down Y/N’s anxiety. A teary smile formed on her face as she felt more movement when she placed her palm. By now, her belly was really showing. She had to reside walking around the palace behind closed gates to avoid letting the rest of the Narnians see. And Edmund. Edmund still hasn’t come back.
They had sent him a letter about everything that’s going on, one he didn’t reply back to yet.
Y/N assumed it had something to do with how the letter was sent and convinced herself that her husband was alright. “Please come home, Edmund.” She felt a kick on her hand when she muttered out his name, a smile forming on her face. “Oh you already like him, huh?”
Another kick.
“Just you wait ‘till we meet him, love. Then he’ll be all over you.”
Her prayers were answered when one evening the trumpets played. The sound booming around the palace. “Woah, Y/N slow down!” Peter teased, standing up from his own seat at the dining table to help the pregnant woman.
“I’m very pregnant you twat! This is already slow!”
Peter laughed at her remark. The two were always on each other’s necks, although most of the time it was out of humour. Peter had only hoped her pregnant self could also sense it.
Lucy giggled from her place, moving around the table to go to Y/N’s other side. “Give her a break, Peter,” Lucy sighed, sticking herself to Y/N when the older girl opened her right arm for her. “At Least someone’s on my side,” she smirked, looking at Peter. She felt movement within her, her face scrunching up. This caused Peter and Lucy to stop, waiting for her to say something. “I’m alright. It seems the little one wants you to know that she’s also on my side.”
The three made their way to the entrance where Susan was already chastising Edmund for worrying everyone — her tight hug on her little brother gave a different message though.
Susan’s eyes flickered towards the back of Edmund’s shoulder, the action not going unnoticed by the young man. Susan motioned for him to turn around. Edmund was met with the faces of his two other siblings and his wife. His attention focused on the latter.
“I came back as soon as I got your letter. I had to see you for myself.”
The couple caught themselves in a warm embrace, the action a bit different this time. “You’re here,” Y/N whispered. Edmund smiled, plastering a kiss on top of her head. “I am here. With you.”
Back in their bedroom, Edmund couldn’t help himself but follow his wife around like a lost puppy. At last, she sat down, bringing Edmund with him. “She has been doing well. Susan asked the help of Beth. She’s a midwife, a good one too,” she informed him. “Kicking a lot too, here—” she took Edmund’s hand and placed it on her belly, where just as she said, the little one began kicking non-stop. The smile on Edmund’s face was priceless, she couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for the first few months. Must have been horrible for you,” Edmund mumbled, looking at his wife’s eyes with nothing but love. Y/N shrugged her shoulder, resting her head against Edmund’s shoulder. “You’re here now. And that matters more to me…”
It was silent for a moment.
“She?”
Y/N removed herself from Edmund’s shoulder, a look of bewilderment across her face. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Edmund smirked. “Earlier, you referred to the baby as she. You think it’s going to be a girl?”
“I don’t think. I know she’s going to be a girl.”
Edmund chuckled, bringing his wife back in his arms. “Let’s see about that, my love.” He said as he brought themselves in to a kiss.
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winter time in narnia, and peter thinks he’s going to lose his mind
pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!bsf!reader
warnings: nothing
genre: fluff
word count: 606
a/n: if i didn't have such bad cold allergies, i wouldn't have written this bc this is where the idea came from lmao.
"Ed, it's freezing. Move over!"
It had been snowing that day, the castle's stone walls trapping in the cold. The four siblings and Y/N situated themselves in the sitting room where the hot blazing fire lit up by the fireplace warmed them up.
It seemed to not be enough for Y/N, for now she's desperately trying to get Edmund to scoot a bit to give her a bit more of the fire's warmth.
The said boy only scowled in return, further burrowing himself under the big blanket he took to prove his point of not moving.
From the back, Peter, Susan, and Lucy huddled themselves together, a cup of hot chocolate in their hands. The three had been talking casually when Y/N and Edmund's loud whispers of what they like to call bickering had caught their attention. Now they were just plainly conspiring.
“Honestly, one of these days I’m going to lock them both in the cleaning closet until one of them gives up,” Peter spoke, eyes set on as the two as they went back to their usual activity of bickering. This time, blanket sharing.
“Why don’t you get your own?” Edmund asked. “Because!” Y/N answered back, rolling her eyes. “Because what, Y/N?”
Lucy flicked her attention to her oldest brother, scoffing as she did so. “Nothing will happen in that closet. For all I know, they’ll just find something to entertain themselves.”
“Or Y/N will find something to get themselves out,” Susan added.
They could only sigh, watching as their brother and (their almost) sister-in-law hopelessly interact with each other as if everything’s platonic.
“Ed, will you please — pretty please, I’m literally begging you — just move over so I could sit down for 5 minutes under warmth and then I’ll leave. Or you’ll best friend will die from hyperthermia, and no one will save you from Peter’s teasing.”
At the mention of the older boy’s name, Y/N allowed her eyes to flicker towards the three, where Peter only rolled his eyes with a smile forming on his face. Y/N giggled, before her face morphed back into a scowl upon meeting Edmund’s amused gaze. “What?” she asked blankly.
Edmund shook his head, the amused smile on his face not faltering. “Nothing.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she starts to walk away from the fireplace. This caused Edmund to falter, face scrunching up in confusion. “Where are you going?”
“Where do you think?” Y/N answered back, her lower arms raised, proving the obvious. Although, it seemed to not be obvious for the boy as he only tilted his head to let the girl elaborate. This made her sigh, rolling her eyes once again as she lowered her arms. “To get my own blanket. Like you told me too.”
Edmund scoffed, removing his arm from where it had been huddled against his chest to opening it up, bringing a side of the blanket with him. “As if I’d let you. Just come under here.”
She rolled her eyes once again, this time playfully as she placed herself under Edmund’s open arm, where the boy was quick to wrap around her. She let out a sigh of relief at the warmness, earning a chuckle from Edmund. “Warm now, are we?”, he asked, looking down at her face, one side smushed against his shoulder. She only hummed in delight, closing her eyes. A fond smile grows on Edmund’s face. Soon after, he rests his head over hers.
“I am absolutely going to lose it.”
Peter had to share, causing his sister’s to giggle.
thank u for reaching the end !! this one’s another giggly one i had to write. i hope u enjoyed xoxo
