peter x edmund

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Two days ago, I didn’t believe in the existence of talking animals … of dwarves or… or centaurs. Yet here you are, in strengths and numbers that we Telmarines could never have imagined.Whether this horn is magic or not, it brought us together… and together, we have a chance to take back what is ours!

The Lady of Calormen

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

A/N: This was a fun one to write! I got a bit carried away though lol


He knew the others weren’t a fan of this plan. Peter wasn’t so hot on it himself, but there was no other way to seal their alliance with the Calormen.

“Peter, I don’t see why one our Archenland allies couldn’t be the one to seal the treaty. Why do you have to marry her?” Edmund demanded.

His brother sighed.

“Because Ed, it’s my duty as High King. That, and… I wasn’t going to let them force you into anything you clearly didn’t want.”

“Yes, but–”

“Enough about it. What’s done is done.”

Edmund was clearly dissatisfied, but he didn’t protest it any further.

“When is she arriving?”

“This afternoon.”

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Why does no one write smut about the Narnian Men? I mean guys look at them!!

Originally posted by thebloodyshakespearewomandragon

Originally posted by omginutilidades

Originally posted by spymasteredmund

equals || peter pevensie

summary: the reader wants to duel miraz instead of having peter do it. basically peter and the reader arguing at first, and then they make up in the end. also, this is rly shitty. just a head’s up.
pairing: reader x peter pevensie
word count: 2.5k
notes: violence, girl power, also i didn’t edit this cause i’m a lazy fuck and i’m tagging @alwaysinnarnia bc she wanted to see some peter x reader :)

Originally posted by pumpkinjuice18

“You’re not fighting, (Y/N).”

“Wait, what?” you looked at Peter, bewildered and disappointed, as you shot up from your seat on his bed. “Why not?!”

“It’s too dangerous.” Peter, feeling guilty, kept his stern voice from wavering and tried his very best not to look into your eyes; the eyes that he found to be so enticingly beautiful, yet made him break every single time he saw them.

“You know that I’m better than you at wielding a sword, Peter. In fact, I’m probably better than Ed and Caspian too.” you scoffed as you walked up to your boyfriend and examined his face. You knew that Peter was very, very stubborn, but you have always despised the fact that men go to war and women don’t. You were just as head-strong as Peter, and that’s what made him so attracted to you.

“Yes, but that’s not the point, I just don’t want you fighting. Especially against Miraz.” Peter broke and finally looked into your eyes.

You let out a frustrated sigh. “I get that Peter, but why?” He remained silent as he stared past your shoulder off into the distance, pursing his lips. You rolled your eyes out of anger, as you thought of a reason why he wouldn’t let you duel Miraz. “It’s because I’m a girl isn’t it?!”

“What? No! It’s just that -” Peter furrowed his brows, confused as to why you were behaving like this.

“You’re crazy stupid if you think that I can’t fight like you and the rest of the men! Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I fight any worse than the whole lot of you. I just hate that men are always the ones that go out to war and that women stay at home in the kitchen their entire lives. I just- why can’t we all be treated like equals?” your voice died down to a whisper as Peter pulled you into a hug.

“It’s not that at all, (Y/N). I know this is going to sound really selfish, but I don’t want you getting hurt. Seeing you hurt just really makes me upset. And I love you, a whole lot more than you think.” He pulled away, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead in the process.

You smiled half-heartedly at him, your fiery desire to duel Miraz still burning deep within you. “And you don’t think I’d feel the same way, Peter? I can’t ever bear to see you in pain. I -”

“Please, just let me take care of this? I need to do this, I’m the High King. The Narnians rightfully  deserve their kingdom back, and I can give it to them. Please, (Y/N)?” He rubbed his nose affectionately with yours as you tried to think of a counter argument, but your mind was blank.

Pulling away from his hold, you rolled your eyes. “You, you are absolutely unbelievable, you know that?!” you angrily walked out from his room, not turning back as Peter kept calling your name, tears threatening to spill.

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The Pevensie's Scents

A Narnian Preference
by yours truly, @edmundsfreckles ♡


What would the Pevensie’s smell like?


Lucy:
The youngest would smell like white lilacs. The girl thought the flowers so were gorgeous, that she had to be like one. White lilacs symbolize youthful innocence

Susan:
The gentle would smell like gardenia. Gardenia is a flower that tends to be waxy, and shiny. They’re symbolic of self reflection and clarity.

Edmund:
The just would smell like warm cotton, or fresh laundry. Why? Because all he wanted was a fresh start when he got back from the witch’s.

Or he’d smell like a good ass smelling cologne. a sassy boy needs a sassy scent.

Peter:
He would smell like sweat from all that damn sword fighting in lww + pc.

No Fighting

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word count: 1982

Characters: Edmund x reader, Caspian, Peter, Lucy, Susan

Warnings: both Edmund and Caspian being slightly douchey

Summary: You and Edmund make Caspian jealous, which makes Edmund possessive.

This meeting was dragging on forever.

It had been a while since you’d lost interest in it. Now your attention was on the way the trees outside the window turned the light a pretty shade of green, and cast dappled shadows on the floor.

Edmund couldn’t look at you, or he knew he would burst out laughing. It wasn’t his fault. Peter was just taking this meeting so seriously, and there you were paying no attention whatsoever. Your little faraway smile was so pretty, too. Plus, thinking about you was so much more interesting than thinking about whatever Peter was droning on about.

Still, at least he was kind of paying attention to Peter. So when the High King asked you a question and you didn’t respond, Edmund managed to kick you under the table and alert you.

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THIS IS NOT A DRILL I WILL BE POSTING A NEWT FIC AND A NARNIA FIC for Valentine's Day!!!

I’ve been working on these for a while after this I will FINALLY be posting my prompt list one fic a day!!!

Originally posted by forever-proud-nerd

Originally posted by pumpkinjuice18

Originally posted by aslansblessings

Originally posted by bentbarnes

Susan Pevenise Headcanon

MODERN AU

• Listens to Ariana Grande and Lana Del Rey
• Wears anything girly
• Owns many Mac lipsticks
• Is amazing at language arts and chemistry
• Always cuts her sandwiches on a diagonal
• Has amazing manners
• Owns many perfumes
(Ex: Dior, Chanel, Coach.. ect.)
• Is lowkey boy crazy
• She’s assertive as fuck
• #1 feminist
• Shops at Lush, Yankee Candle, Bath and Body Works
• Hates junk food
• Has a score of 100,000 on Snapchat
• Watches nothing but makeup tutorials on YouTube
• Wants to go to Paris and Venice
• Loves flowers
• Doesn’t have too many friends
• Looks a 10/10 everyday

Edmund x Reader: Back Again

Anonymous asked:
Hey! I love your blog!! Could I please have a readerxEdmund imagine where the reader is called to aslan’s Howe to help fight Miraz? And the guards don’t believe her wen she says that she’s the fifth queen of old and attack her and she fights them off. Then caspian fights her and Then she and Ed have a big reunion. Thanks!! (It’s really specific sorry about that. )

~This is quite long, hope that’s okay! Set in Prince Caspian :)~

Your eyes sprung open in an instant as you lifted your head from the pillow, sweat drenching your forehead. You let out a sharp breath, relieved that you had only been dreaming. You didn’t used to get nightmares.

You pulled back the covers and lowered your feet to the hard wood floor. The wood was fading, and as you walked across your bedroom floor, the boards creaked. All you needed was a little water in your face and you’d be fine. You could crawl back under the covers and forget about the dream.

You opened the bathroom door and stepped onto the cold tiles. As soon as you had stepped into the bathroom entirely, expanding your view of the room, you saw the faucet leaking. No, not leaking, pouring.

There was water all over the counter and droplets on the floor. You quickly reached to turn off the faucet. As you pushed the handle back, the water started to flow heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass was ringing through the house. You turned your head, sure that someone else had noticed the noise and came to tell you off, but there was no one.

Then you noticed something even more peculiar. The water that was slowly gathering around you was erupting in tiny shards of glass, smaller than the eye could see. You screamed inaudibly as the pieces began to surround you, trapping your body in a glass cylinder. You tried to scream again, but the glass kept surrounding you, faster and faster, until the layers were so thick that you couldn’t see through them anymore.

Then, there was peace. Silence. The air seemed to tingle like bells as you stood in the center of the glass cocoon-like structure. And then a rush of shock swept through you as the glass shattered all around you, revealing a small stone hill. You looked up to see the Narnian sky, full of life and color. 

“You there!” 

Your eyes widened in shock as two centaurs approached you, spears in hand and eyes narrowed. “She’s a Telmarine. She’s trying to invade the How.” One of them whispered to the other, extending his spear further. 

“N-no, I’m not.” You stepped back a little. “I’m a Narnian. At least I was, anyway.” You inhaled sharply as the spear neared your throat. 

“A Narnian?”

“Yes. I was the third Queen of Old.”

It had been so long ago. Even you had trouble remembering Narnia, but you remembered Peter, Susan, Lucy, and…and Edmund. Right! 

“I was Edmund’s Queen in the Golden Age.” The memories began flooding back. “I…I was Queen Y/n the selfless.” 

“Selfless indeed, giving up your life.” The centaur said, obviously unconvinced as he lifted his blade. You swung your arm, knocking the spear out of his hand. You kicked the other creature in the shin. It seemed you had learned something from your years in battle with the Pevensies. The centaurs however, retaliated, lifting their spears again.

“What’s going on here?” 

The voice of a young man a few years older than you rang from the entrance to…was it the ‘How’? 

“Prince Caspian, this creature was trying to get into the How!”

 “She’s a girl. No need to kill her, Monksworth. Step back, Styuelles.” The centaurs lowered their weapons. 

“I don’t normally fight girls,” Caspian said, unsheathing his sword, “But I will not have any trespassers willing to destroy our armies entering.” 

“Please, I’m unarmed and-”

 “What in Aslan’s name is going on here?” 

You sighed in relief as you heard a familiar voice approach you. His expression softened immediately as he saw your face. “Y/n!”

 Peter shoved Caspian aside, much to the latter’s displeasure, and leaped in to engulf you in a hug. “Oh Aslan, Y/n! I haven’t seen my little sister for 1300 years.”

 You laughed, wrapping your arms around Peter as he squished you. “I missed you, Pete.”

 Caspian’s eyes shot back and forth from you to Peter, confusion spreading across his features. “Your majesty never told me you had a third sister. Aren’t there only four Kings and Queens of Old?”

 “No, she’s the fifth. She’s mine.” 

Your face went blank. Standing before Caspian, eyes wide and chest heaving, was Edmund. “Oh my god.” You said under your breath, letting go of Peter.

 It didn’t matter that there were two centaurs, a prince, and Peter standing around you. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t yet seen Lucy and Susan. All that mattered was the two of you. 

All else seemed to disappear as Edmund came running towards you, meeting you with his soft lips. You missed those lips. 

You heard the others scurry off inside, but you ignored them, pulling Edmund closer. 

Your lips felt warm and content on Ed’s, and as he clutched at your waist, your hands messed around with his hair for what felt like the first time in forever. Your lips parted suddenly. You were looking into Edmund’s eyes, escaping in his orbs. 

The Just King took one look at you before leaning in again to kiss you hungrily. The softness of his skin and the tenderness of his hands were enough to bring you back to all those years ago when you first met. As you pulled away again, Edmund let out a soft laugh.

 “What?” You asked, laughing a little yourself as you leaned into his chest. 

“Nothing.” Edmund rested his hand on your back. “Nothing at all.”

With those words, you knew everything was going to be alright. You were together again. And this time, you wouldn’t leave him. 

Peter Pevensie Headcanons
  • Peter Pevensie being right handed
  • Peter Pevensie having the best handwriting ever (Susan was totally jealous)
  • Peter Pevensie always handing in his homework half-done
  • “Better than nothing, right?”
  • Peter Pevensie writing Lucy back when she wrote to Father Christmas and pretending it was actually Santa
  • Lucy never figuring out that it wasn’t actually Santa
  • Peter Pevensie being an amazing cook
  • Peter Pevensie trying to teach Edmund to cook and Edmund being TERRIBLE
  • Peter Pevensie always baking with Lucy and Susan
  • Peter Pevensie talking with the cooks in Narnia
  • Peter Pevensie having to have Edmund teach him all about Narnian history because he  c a n n o t  get the dates right
  • Peter Pevensie wearing the flower crowns that Lucy made him
  • Peter Pevensie making Edmund wear his flower crown
  • Peter Pevensie reading all of the books Susan recommends to him
  • Peter Pevensie excessively polishing his sword and crown
  • Peter Pevensie gardening with Susan because he knows it calms her down
  • Peter Pevensie muttering to himself when nervous
  • Peter Pevensie being the ONLY ONE to listen to Susan rants
  • Peter Pevensie always giving the best advice on how to deal with siblings and such
  • Peter Pevensie being  A B S O L U T E L Y  T E R R I B L E  at giving relationship advice
  • “I dunno, apologize? Maybe not…”
  • Peter Pevensie being great at writing depressing poems
  • Peter Pevensie being the best at giving inspirational speeches, but not so much at writing them…
  • Susan helping Peter write those speeches
  • Peter Pevensie telling embarrassing stories about Edmund to anyone who would listen
  • Edmund would get so mad
  • Caspian still teased Edmund about that one time when he fell off his horse in front of three different nobles
  • Peter Pevensie being terrible at chess
  • Peter Pevensie getting so nervous before meetings
  • Lucy calming him down the night before
  • Peter Pevensie getting up in the middle of the night and checking on each and every one of his siblings
  • Peter Pevensie basically being big brother goals

(A/N: Hey guys! Remember to eat something, drink some water and take your meds! Love you!)




Preference: Is he an introvert, ambivert or extrovert?




Caspian

    Cas is a total extrovert.

    He can’t help it: he just feels more energized when he’s around other people. When he’s alone for extended periods of time, he gets withdrawals, especially when he’s without you. Often he’ll ask you to do read in his office, just so that he’s not alone and that you are around him.



Peter

Peter is an introvert.

He likes people, don’t get me wrong, but he prefers to be alone, with you as the exception sometimes. He didn’t know how to approach you about it when you first got together, not wanting to seem rude by saying, “I just need to be alone right now,” but he really just needed to be alone for a little bit, and it didn’t have anything to do with anything you were doing.



Edmund

Ed is an ambivert.

He’s a bit of a tough cookie to crack. One minute Edmund is super excited and wants to be around others and talk and mingle and all that good stuff, but the next he doesn’t want to be there and he’s clinging to you asking if you can leave and it’s pretty confusing sometimes. He doesn’t mean to be a bit difficult, he just changes his mind at the drop of a hat.   

Back to Narnia

(An Edmund/Pevensie Imagine) by @edmundsfreckles

Hearing that your lovely boyfriend Edmund got into a fight at the train station, you rushed over there from the across the street to see if he was alright, like a good girlfriend would do. 

Almost out of breath, you turned the corner, seeing the Pevensie’s looking a bit grumpy, especially Ed, but once he saw you, his face expressions completely softened. 

“You worried me sick, are you alright?” you asked. He definetly heard the concern in your voice.“Yes, I’m absolutely fine Y/N, I’m so sorry I worried you. Your pretty little mind shouldn’t have to be worrying about stupid little me.” he cooed to you as you sat sideways on his lap. 

“Well, I’m glad your okay,” you told him, positioning your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you.” you whispered. “I love you too, Y/N.” 

Waiting for the train, you played with Edmund’s scarf, your fingertips glided across the rough colored fabric. As you were doing so, he just stared at you as if you were a precious gem. “You’ll never know how much you mean to me, Y/N” he confessed, blushing hard. You felt your heart beat faster as those words came out of his mouth, and the corners of your mouth curled. 

Turning to face him, you stared into each other’s eyes. Both of your eyes scrambled across each other’s faces. You were admiring Ed’s features. His jawline, and cute button nose. His freckles the stars, and his skin the sky. Leaning in, and closing your eyes, you heard Lucy yell. 

“Ow! Something pinched me!” both of you being concerned, you didn’t get to have that kiss. 

“Quiet Lu,” Susan tried to hush her.

“Stop pulling!” Peter snapped.  “I’m not touching you!” Edmund barked. 

“Would you all just… what is that?”

“It feels like magic!” Lucy and I said in unison. 

“Everybody hold hands…” Susan instructed.

“I’m not holding your hand!” Edmund whined to Peter and Susan.

“Just…”

The next thing you knew, the station was falling apart. The ceiling was caving in, and the sides were going into the tunnel. “Susan, are you crazy? We should be getting out of here!” You practically screamed. “No I’m not crazy, just wait.” she insisted. 

Looking across the station, the train went by quickly. Feeling the breeze the motion created, you could see a picture, switching between the tiles and the train windows. 

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” You questioned, the Pevensie’s didn’t answer. 

The train went faster and faster, and soon enough that image turned clear. It was a beach. The station tunnel turned into an arched cave. You all let go of each other’s hands, and came out from the darkness into the light.

In front of you, was the beach. The water, blue as Peter, Susan, and Lucy’s eyes. Waves were crashing into your ears, telling you to get a feel. 

You all then ran towards the water, leaving trails of clothes behind. The sand’s heat was an amazing pain, that soon went away as your feet got wet. 

“Shame you’re not as quick as me, Ed!” Peter teased as he was running from Edmund. 

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” Lucy laughed. 

You all splashed in the water, you didn’t mind that you were getting wet in your clothes. The moment felt amazing, everyone was happy. The weather was great. The scenery was beautiful. Edmund was fussing with Peter, but then quickly turned to you. “Come ‘ere!” he chuckled, pulling you into a hug, then flipping you upside down. 

“Edmund!” you gasped with giggles. “Put me down!” you cried. “Never!” he yelled. His siblings all laughed at you as you were trying to get out go his surprising, strong grip. “Alright, here you go.” and Edmund dumped you into the cold water. 

Now your whole body was in the water, but you opened your eyes and it felt so amazing. Being in beach water was one of the best feelings out there.

The sand was so soft beneath your feet, and the blue water glowing above you from the reflection off the sun light, your hair slowly spinning around your head with the water dancing with it. You even got some water in your mouth, tasting the salt, which truly wasn’t that bad. You could barely hear the Pevensie’s under the water, wanting to join back with them, you slowly came back up, seeing Edmund laughing at you.

 “You’re so dead.” I taunted. Splashing water onto Edmund, you pushed him down getting him wet. “Ha!” you laughed.


a/n: EDMUND IS A BABE YOU GUYS 

Masterlist

Edmund Imagines:

Modern AU

Golden Age

Set in LWW

Set in PC

Set in VDT

Doctor Who AU

Harry Potter AU

Set in 1940s

Peter Imagines:

Set in PC

Golden Age

Caspian Imagines:

Set in PC

Other Fanfiction:

Hidden Series

OC Fanfiction

Other

An Unexpected Declaration

Peter Pevensie x Reader

A/N: I hope that you all enjoy this! Have a lovely day everyone.

-Lera

There were quite a few ways that you had imagined your weekend traveling to Calormen with Peter might go. Peter might’ve asked you to accompany him on a stroll through the town after the Calormen embassies signed the treaty, giving you time to confess how you felt about him or maybe he would even surprise you by telling you that he had feelings for you. The possibilities were endless since his siblings were staying at Cair Paravel to prepare for the annual winter festival.

Having your carriage robbed and your horses taken, leaving you and Peter on foot in the middle of the forest in December was definitely not something that you had imagined.

You and Peter had been wandering around the woods for about a few hours now, or so you thought, it was getting a little difficult to tell the passing of time.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we hadn’t been traveling for too long and we aren’t very far from a main road so someone should come by and find us. Besides, the Calormen King will send word to Susan when we don’t arrive on time.

“Peter” You said “It’s been snowing for hours and there’s no sign of it letting up. It seems unlikely that anyone would be traveling in this weather. “We knew we were cutting it close as it is.”

“I know it seems bleak but we can’t give up hope. Someone will find us soon enough.” He said confidently. You admired that about him. How his faith that everything would turn out alright was so strong, even in the face of such harsh odds.

But even that didn’t last forever. As night began creeping over the snow covered land, Peter began to worry that the two of you wouldn’t in fact be rescued as quickly as he’d hoped. The first stars began to shine when he spoke again.

“Y/N, I think that we should try to find shelter. If we stay out here all night we’ll freeze.” You simply nodded and stood up from the tree stump that you had been resting at, your face and hands cold to the touch.

“Alright.” You agreed, shivering “Where do you suggest we go?”

“I’ve been on hunting expeditions with Edmund and Philip numerous times in these woods. And while we’ve never been this far away from the palace, we have always been able to find caves that litter this area so we should be able to find something not too far away. It won’t be very comfortable but it will shelter us from the weather.” He told you.

“Well” You shrugged “Anything that gets us out of this cold is fine by me.” He smiled at you and offered his arm. You took it gladly, praying to Aslan that he didn’t see the red of your cheeks or that he merely assumed that it was from the cold. After all, you thought to yourself, he is the high king so it’s natural for him to be chivalrous to a lady, it means nothing other than he is a kind and gracious king.

After a little while of searching the forest for suitable shelter, you noticed what looked to be a small hole in the ground surrounded by a few large stones.

“What’s that?” You exclaimed “Is that a cave?” You asked, pointing at what you saw. Peter quickly led you both over to it and brushed away the snow.
“Yes, it is!” He laughed “Good eye Y/N, I don’t think I would have seen that through all the snow.” You merely smiled at him as he lowered himself down into it. Suddenly he turned around and held his arms out towards you. “Well come on then?”

“Sorry?” You asked him, confused as what he was asking you to do.

“Well I can’t imagine that it would be very easy getting down here in a dress like that!” He grinned up at you. You smiled, now that he mentioned it, you really weren’t dressed for the weather or the occasion.

“Alright,” You told him playfully “Just be ready.” You jumped down as carefully as you could, not wanting to hurt him in the process. He caught you easily and gently set you down on the cave floor.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked you.

“No, I suppose not.” You retorted “And thank you.”

“Not a problem at all.” He replied. You then took a look at your surroundings. It was much tighter in here than you had thought it would be.

“Well.” You stated “We should probably get some sleep then. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“That’s just what I was thinking.” Peter yawned, making you laugh. You laid down on the stone floor and did your best to make yourself comfortable, while Peter did the same across from you. “Goodnight Y/N.” He said softly.
“Goodnight Peter.”

When you awoke you were shivering too hard to even think. It had gotten much colder in here, to the point where you couldn’t feel your feet or your hands. You began to rub them together, trying not to wake Peter with your chattering teeth. Despite your efforts however, he began to stir.

“Y/N? Are you shivering?” He asked you.

“A little” You replied through your teeth “But I’ll be fine, go back to sleep.” He slid over to where you were lying and put his hand on your cheek.

“Y/N you’re freezing!” He scolded “We have to get you warmed up, it’s dangerous to get this cold out here.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your shivering frame into his arms. You had to admit, it was warmer when he held you like that. Then he began to lay back down.

“Um, Peter what are you doing?” You asked cautiously

“We both need to rest and I need to warm you up. Just try to sleep, we’re gonna be ok just let me keep you warm.” He spoke softly “And while this might not be the best timing, I feel that it would be dishonorable of me it I didn’t tell you of my feelings for you before holding you like this.” He fretted “I understand that these feelings aren’t mutual” He continued “But I just have to tell you-” You cut him off by pressing your cold lips against his. For a moment he was surprised, but he quickly kissed you back. It wasn’t a long kiss but it told Peter all that you felt for him without having to say a single word. Silently he wrapped his arms around you tighter and kissed you softly on the forehead as the two of you drifted back to sleep.