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Peter pevensie is bi (with a preference for centaurs.)

Susan is a comphet lesbian.

lucy is aroace.

and Caspian is bi with a male preference.

“There’s nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food.”— The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

He was literally under a spell that clouded his judgment and made him crave more, both the candy and the power she had promised him.

Also, Edmund’s behavior before Narnia like mocking Lucy and being rude to Peter wasn’t just bratty for the sake of it. He was the middle child, recently evacuated from war-torn London, and clearly struggling. As Lewis writes:

“He had just the sort of look which makes you want to say something snappy. It was the look of someone who has been unfairly treated and is determined to get his own back.”

My poor boy just wanted to feel important. And btw, the moment he realized he was wrong, he changed.

“All the things he had said to make himself believe that she was good and kind and that her side was really the right side sounded to him silly now.”

He was being MANIPULATED by an older woman.

Edmund Pevensie x reader

Word count: 1722

Summary: Tired of the same shtick of trying to find a husband, (Y/N) takes a little stroll in the palace to escape go to the ballroom. But what happens when she finds an unfinished chess set?

a/n: As much as I would love to think about how progressive Narnia is, we have to remember it's set in the olden days. So, this is kind of my little exploration about this topic.

As much you love parties, it gets a tad bit tedious introducing yourself to new friends, old foes, and potential suitors. Truly, it exhausts you doing the same thing time and time again. 

You were in Cair Paravel for lion’s sake! A place of tranquility and adventure.  

“And I said to the mistress, ‘oh you missed a step!’”

You just nodded and laughed along to the courtier in front of you. Although not quite humorous, you keep up with appearances as it is the best thing to do for a lady such as yourself. 

You gently touched the courtier’s arm, “Well, that was quite hilarious! That makes me want to wee in the lady’s room!” You jest. 

“Would you like me to accompany you—”

“No, that’s alright, I must be going!”

You hurriedly escaped the ballroom and into the large hallway. The castle was truly alluring, open spaces, large pillars, and the paintings, oh, you do love a good painting. Despite the fact that Narnia is known for its enchantment, you still can’t quite believe it. It’s… surreal. 

You stepped outside the balcony and breathed in the cool night air. It is such a shame, people don’t get to see this kind of beauty. 

You stepped back, and went back to the path you came. You ready yourself for another round of niceties and pleasantries, until you see a door ajar. Take no notice of it, you tell yourself. But curiosity got the better of you. Is it a secretly hideous room? Are there secrets behind them? Maybe you are no better than those gossiping nobles. 

You took a sneak peak; however, you could barely see anything as it was too dim. You could only make out a small light—a candle?—in the room. You went over to the light and picked up the candle holder and looked around. 

It was a library. A large one at that. 

You inspected the candle, it seems that this person has been here since the beginning of the ball. You shook your head—talk about manners, you thought. Well, if this person gets to be locked in this room? Why shouldn’t you? 

You huffed. Seriously, stability through a man? All they have to do is pick childlike women in order for them to be considered a bride. 

You looked down at the table that you just got the candle from. 

A chess set?

It seems that the game has already started as most of the pieces were off to the side. Quite unjustly to not finish a game, might you add. The bishop is in front of the King, while there is a rook behind and on the right of the bishop, and a Queen set diagonally from the King. But why would the bishop be in front of the King? Wouldn't it make more sense if the bishop was moved and let the rook take its place for a check? You whispered under your breath:

“What kind of barbaric buffoon places the bishop here?”

You grab the bishop and move it diagonally—

“And why are you, My Lady, touching my chess piece and not prancing around the ballroom?” 

You froze. Did you hear that right? King Edmund, the Just? In front of the door? Did he hear you? How will you escape now?

You place the bishop back from its original spot and straighten your back. 

You breathed, then curtsied, “Your Majesty! I apologize, I got lost on my way to the lady’s room! And I was just so amazed! By your…toys?” 

Play ignorant or else other consequences might occur. 

King Edmund raised his eyebrows, “Oh? You seem to know what those ‘toys’ do.” He pointed at the chess set. 

You got up from the curtsy, “Oh, I was just inspecting it, Your Majesty! I have never seen something like this before! Now, will you excuse me, as you need the study.” 

You picked up your dress and walked to the door, you almost passed the King until,

“‘What kind of barbaric buffoon places the bishop here?’ Are you saying there’s another way to win?”

You halted…is he challenging you? 

You blinked up at him and tilted your head, “What ever do you mean, Your Majesty?” 

He walked up to the chess set, “Well, if you insist on calling me a ‘barbaric buffoon’, I suggest you prove me wrong first.” He grabs the bishop and holds it out to you. 

You look away from the King. Is he not having a game with the High King? And is it proper to showcase this? No woman should boast or gloat, as they say. A woman should be seen and not heard. 

You took one step back, “Your Majesty, I don’t think—”

“If you don’t have a strategy to win, I guess maybe you are the barbaric buffoon.” He put the bishop back in its place. 

That irked you, of course you know how to win, and of course you know how to call someone a complete and utter prick—

You opened your mouth, “I don’t think it’s necessary to put the bishop in front of the King to be used as sacrifice, as you already have a Queen and rook.”

“Then where do you suggest I put it?”

You walked to the table and grabbed the bishop, “You set this aside, grab your Queen and place it behind the King and let the rook handle the rest.”

He put a hand under his chin and nodded, “A good plan, but that will take time to make it checkmate.”

You tilted your head and he continued, “The bishop is a diversion,” He grabbed the bishop and placed it in its original spot, and grabbed the King, “The other player, he has to eat the bishop as he has only has a piece left—which is the King. He thinks it's an advantage for him,” He knocked down the bishop and moved it to the side. He grabbed the rook, “Then the rook has to take advantage from the sidelines,” he grabbed the Queen, “and the queen has to take charge in front.” The King has nowhere else to go, “There, checkmate.” 

You have to admit, he’s called the Just for a reason. 

“I still think it’s unnecessary.”

He laughed, “If you want to do the long game, you use your plan, but in a game like this? It’s best to make these kinds of sacrifices.”

You nodded and looked at the King, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

As you turned to leave, he called out, “Will you not be joining me for the next round?”

You shook your head, “Are you not playing with the High King?”

He chuckled and started to set up the game, “Peter? He’s a moron at this game.”

You smiled and sat down across from King Edmund, “Why is that, Your Majesty? Because he doesn’t have the Just title?”

“There’s a reason why he didn’t get that title.”

You laughed, “So I take it he’s not that good?”

He moved the white pawn, “Whenever he’s about to lose—which is all the time—he’d always make this diplomatic speech that ‘winning isn’t everything’ but then we always fight after I win.”

You tried hiding your smile and moved your horse, “You never made him win, at least once?”

He scoffed humorously and grabbed a bishop, “He’s already High King, he won in life.”  

You also grabbed a bishop, “And how about your sisters? Queen Susan and Queen Lucy.”

“If Lu could, she would ban chess. She hates playing chess.”

He grabbed his rook as you spoke, “Hates playing chess or hates playing with you?”

He placed his rook down to where he wanted it to be, “Hm. Probably both.” 

You grabbed a pawn, as he continued, “I love playing with Su. She’s the only one who really knows how to play,” you got his pawn, “though she prefers planning balls than playing chess.” 

That made you pause, “Then who were you playing with, My Lord?”

He grabbed your Queen, “Hm? Oh, myself. Usually, the only person who knows what you do, anyway, is yourself.” He caught your rook.

“I’d prefer it that way, too.”

King Edmund looks up at you and smiles. One of the brightest smiles you’ve ever seen him have as he is known to have an obscure disposition.  

“And what about you, My Lady? You don’t prefer balls?”

You knock down his rook, “Oh, I prefer balls very much.” He takes your pawn, “Though…I do not agree why I should be invited into one.”

He tapped his finger against the table, “Ah, to find a husband?”

You hummed. You caught his Queen and his eyes widened a bit. You said, “I enjoy balls, I don’t enjoy finding a husband.” 

“At times, Narnia still lives in the past.”

“Agreed, Your Majesty.”

“Edmund.”

“Hm?”

“You can just call me ‘Edmund’.”

“Ah, alright Edmund.”

He laughed and took your rook again, “I’m surprised that you’re not surprised.”

“To call you ‘Edmund’? Why, I could just tell from a mile away you’re itching to say that.” 

He shook his head and looked down at the chess set, “I’m not as mysterious as I thought.”

“Don’t be—You won.”

“I haven’t even made a checkmate yet!”

You fixed up the chess set, “Oh get over yourself, you know you were gonna win.”

He grabbed your wrists and inspected the chess set, “You could still win, you know?” 

“With a small chance. And I had a fun time getting to play with you, now I know your strategies for next time.”

King Edmund lets go of your wrist and his lips quirked up just a bit. He then helps you fix the chess set. After the last pieces were in their right position, you stood up, ready to bid farewell to Edmund, but he reached his arm out to you. 

You titled your head, “Don’t the guests want to talk to you?”

He exhaled and smirked, “You don’t want courtiers to serenade you to be their wife and I don’t want to talk to them. A win-win if you ask me.” 

You rolled your eyes, but took his offer. He led you out the door and through the entrance of the ballroom. All eyes are on you two now. You looked up at him, but you find him already looking at you,

“Cunning. But will your plan last?”

To be honest. I’m sure that many of us were a bit scared when we heard that Greta Gerwig was going to direct the books that have already been adapted into movies.

But yeah. It’s cool that they’re going to do (presumably, from photos and articles online) The Magician’s Nephew.