#narnia preference

Warnings: none

Characters: Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie and (Y/N)

Setting: The Golden Age, Narnia

Blurb (???i think???): (requested by @alwaysinnarnia)The reader is a Swordswoman/Knight of Doorn and visits Narnia, soon getting off on the wrong hand with King Edmund. She stays in Narnia and they train together, and they become friends and maybe something more…

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*

“...and have the supplies out by the end of the month,” Peter said, dragging a finger across the map before (Y/N) to gesture to Tashbaan’s port. “it’ll take around four months for the iron and oil supplies to arrive.“

Yaro nodded, his hands braced on the edges of the wide table. “With the King and Queen now increasing the mining and production work in the country, Doorn will surely have their products delivered to Tashbaan a little while after Cair Paravel’s shipment would have arrived.”

The High King and Yaro looked up to (Y/N) who had a stern look on her face as she crossed her arms.

She nodded. “There’ll still be a spare month before their deadline. It may work in our favor if something goes wrong-”

“It won’t,” Peter stated confidently. “Everything will go according to plan.”

(Y/N) sighed, letting her arms fall to her side. It was a relief that she didn’t have to go back home yet, especially with the Knight’s meeting just around the corner. (Y/N) couldn’t shake off the crawling feeling of anxiety, though. The terrible thought that her family and people could be in danger terrorised her. So much so that insomnia would consume her days and follow her into the night, never allowing her a moment’s rest.

It was easier with Edmund. (Y/N) had often visited him when the moon was still shining overhead in the star-scattered sky and the woodland creatures whispered into the wind. He would give her comfort when she crawled into his bed, kissing her forehead and the spot behind her ear she had always found ticklish. He would tell her stories about his first time wondering through the wood in the summer, and how he felt when he had stepped into the castle for the first time.

Those stories made her feel warm, and there were nights when he came into her room, too. His shirt would be dampened by sweat, his voice just shy of a tremble as he lay his head onto her stomach and asked for a tale of her own. He would often fall asleep with his arm draped around her, and his soft snores lulled her into her own slumber.

Now with the meeting finished and the organisation for the iron and oil shipments were finalised, (Y/N) felt a slight weight lift from her chest. Yaro took a long look at her and sent a reassuring look when she met his eyes.

“Your Highness?” he said carefully.

(Y/N) almost smiled. Hardly anyone had called her by her formal title, and she genuinely would’ve preferred anything else than that. But now, hearing that title, it reminded her of her older brother and how he used it to mock her incessantly. It comforted her.

“I’m fine,” she said, a small smile on her face. “Thank you, Yaro.”

He nodded curtly and gave her a bow, his arms resting by his sides. (Y/N) turned to Peter who offered her a sympathetic smile and a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Your family will be okay,” he said confidently. “We will never turn away from our allies, or our friends.”

Smiling despite the tears shimmering in her eyes, (Y/N) let herself be swept up into Peter’s brief embrace. He let her go, offering a reassuring nod before she began to walk towards the exit of the war room.

Her hands automatically began to smooth out her tunic and readjust the belt hanging from her hips. She brushed her fingers over the silver dagger safely positioned at her side. Susan had gifted it to her last week for assisting with the organsation of the ball, and (Y/N) felt her chest lighten when running a hand over the hilt which was decorated with sapphire gems.

(Y/N) unsheathed it from her side as she walked down the main hallway towards her quarters. She moved the dagger skilfully between her fingers and flipped it over her hand to rest in her palm again. The cool metal tempered the anxiousness creeping in her chest and left her to focus on the movement of spinning silver.

As quickly as she had flipped the dagger into her other hand, a force hit her from the side and drove her towards the wall. She let out a grunt as the hands she knew so well had skilfully twisted the knife from her hand and held her wrist to the wall; leaving her body trapped between his.

A smile graced her lips as Edmund let out a low laugh. “Your lack of peripheral vision is concerning.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, leaning her head back against the velvety curtains that covered the sunlight. She let her free hand move to his shoulder, and up into his hair as he leaned forward to kiss her chastely. The kiss could only be returned enthusiastically, and soon, Edmund let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist.

The weakness in his movements caused her to smirk into their kiss, not giving a second thought before gripping the collar of his clothing and spinning him around to press him to the wall.

Edmund shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes as he let himself smile at her antics.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” (Y/N) said, teasingly raising an eyebrow.

The dark haired king leaned forward, his breath tickling her lips. “On the contrary - this feels perfect.”

(Y/N) huffed out a laugh before taking his lips with hers again, softly and with determined slowness. Edmund wound a hand into her hair and melted into their embrace, and (Y/N) felt how rapidly his heart beat against hers.

She pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath, and Edmund‘s lips followed her to give her a light peck.

He took both her hands in his. “How was the meeting?”

(Y/N) smiled briefly, and she was sure that Edmund saw right through it and into her troubled mind.

“The shipments will arrive soon,” she said, intertwining her fingers with his. “I’m praying that it will go smoothly. My family cannot afford a war.”

Edmund’s eyes wandered across her face, pulling one of his hands from hers to caress her cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, furrowing his dark eyebrows. “Everything will be fine. If there is anyone you can trust with a task like this, it’s Peter.”

(Y/N) could only nod and lean into his warm hand, moving her face to peck his palm before giving him a tight hug. His strong arms wrapped around her and tucked her as close to his chest as possible. She breathed in his familiar woodsy scent, and she let herself smile at the faint smell of chocolate that always found its way to him.

As they heard scuffling from down the hallway, they pulled apart only to see Lucy come into view with her chin high, and her pale yellow dress swaying and sweeping across the marble floors.

“(Y/N)!” she exclaimed, rushing towards them with her eyes crinkled into a smile. “How did it go? I heard that the supplies are being shipped out soon.”

(Y/N) brushed a hair behind her ear and nodded. “You heard correctly.”

Lucy squealed and tackled (Y/N) with a hug, and Edmund chuckled at the surprise on (Y/N)’s face.

“Oh! We need to celebrate! Should I request for the kitchen to make your favourite dinner?”

“Oh, that’s alright,” (Y/N) said. “I appreciate it, but that’s not necessary.”

Lucy squeezed the young woman’s arms in response and whisked back down the hall excitedly as she called out, “I didn’t hear a no!”

Edmund pushed himself from the wall and took (Y/N)’s hand. “Come on, let’s go somewhere.”

“Oh?” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Where to, my king?”

“Horse riding,” he chuckled, turning to pinch (Y/N)’s waist. “Where else would we go?”

The swordswoman rolled her eyes and smacked his hand away.

Edmund shook his head, his hair moving away from his eyes as he continued to lead the way. They walked along the east wing and descended down the marble staircase, (Y/N)’s hand running along the smooth handrail.

She found herself being pulled to an abrupt stop by Edmund, who took one more step as he focused on a middle aged man standing at the end of the stairs. He wasn’t burly, but he looked strong. His broad shoulders and chest were clad with armour, and a shiny helmet was tucked under his right arm. Dark green eyes flicked up to (Y/N), who also took another step down to stand in line with Edmund.

Edmund spoke first after a tense silence. “Lord Rami.”

The man took a step forward, his eyes still searching (Y/N) and Edmund’s faces. Something in his gaze told (Y/N) that the man didn’t seem too keen on having kind conversation. He didn’t seem to want to address Edmund’s existence.

“Forgive me, Lord Rami,” she spoke out, calmly. “But King Edmund is addressing you. It is only common courtesy for you to respond.”

His cold eyes lay on her, and she felt her skin prickle as he scanned her from head to toe.

“King Edmund,” he said quietly before bowing briefly. “It is an honour to be in your presence.”

Lord Rami turned to (Y/N) again. “And you, milady?”

“(Y/N) (L/N),” she stated. “Knight and Princess of Doorn.”

Trying to keep her face as stoic as possible, (Y/N) tilted her head up as Lord Rami bowed once more.

“Forgive me,” he responded to her. “I must make my way to my quarters.”

The man slowly began to ascend up the staircase, and with one final look at the pair of them, he continued on his way and disappeared as he turned a corner.

(Y/N) tightened her fist and let it go in an attempt to settle her nerves, and she turned to Edmund who seemed to be doing the same, but with a flick of fury in his dark eyes. He clenched his jaw and looked back up to where the man had been, almost as though he was expecting him to reappear.

“Ed,” (Y/N) said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Ed, are you alright?”

He stayed quiet and took a long look at her before continuing to walk down the stairs.

“Who was he?” she asked, feeling quite ridiculous because of her cluelessness.

“No one,” he said quietly.

(Y/N) continued to follow him as he turned left at the staircase and down another hallway, opposite the exit towards the stables.

“Let’s still go on that horse ride,” she said earnestly, moving closer to him. “It’ll get your mind off of whatever you’re thinking.”

Edmund stopped abruptly and worked his hands through his hair. “I don’t need a horse ride.”

“Then what do you need?” She didn’t want to pry it out of him, but she needed to know. “Edmund, what did he-”

“I just need some peace and quiet,” he interrupted, hands falling to his sides. “Can you give me that?”

(Y/N)’s immediate reaction was to scoff. “You’ve never given that to me, so why should I do the same?”

Edmund turned to her, his dark eyes gleaming. “You can never give anyone a moment’s rest, can you?”

“Ed, I just want to know-”

“But I don’t want you to know!” He said, his voice raising. “Stop asking, stop pushing, just stop! Some things are better left unsaid, but that isn’t enough for you! You have this habit of pecking your nose into things that clearly don’t concern you.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank, and her words of comfort died on her tongue. His tone of geniune impatience and fury was one she hadn’t heard in a while. She pressed her lips together, angry at the painful words he spewed, but she grew even angrier when she felt tears prickle at her eyes.

“You’re so ungrateful, you know that?” She retaliated. “And frankly, you’re quite stupid for not thinking that I’m asking you all this because I want to help you. Not everyone here is trying to attack you, Edmund!”

Edmund stepped closer to her, his eyes dark and challenging. “You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“You’re right, I don’t - so help me understand. Or I’m not going to waste my time chasing you around trying to figure you out. You have a family that loves you but you never focus on that! At any sign of conflict, you lash out; just like you’re doing now! Like a child!”

He moved past her and continued down the hall, not looking back as he made his way to his quarters. (Y/N) took a deep breath a wiped away any evidence of the tears that formed in her eyes. She spun around and headed towards the exit of the castle, suddenly missing the feeling of Edmund and his warmth beside her.

*

A couple of hours had gone by since (Y/N)’s return from her ride, and nothing about her mood had changed in the slightest. She fidgeted with the book in her hands, the words not processing in her mind due to all the anger that clouded it.

“It’s Edmund, isn’t it?” Susan asked, looking at (Y/N) from across the room with a book of her own on her lap.

Susan had spotted (Y/N) riding in the woods and it didn’t take her much to figure out she was basically losing her mind. (Y/N) wanted to be alone at first, but she realised how much Susan had helped in trying to get her mind off of Edmund’s angry outburst. The high queen hadn’t asked questions, or pressed for answers; she just rode around with (Y/N) for a couple of hours before they returned at dusk.

(Y/N) sat up, pulling her hair behind her shoulders and closing the book she barely read. “He’s stupid.”

“Oh, we know that,” commented Susan. “What did he do this time?”

Waving her hand impatiently in the air, (Y/N) let the frustration pour out in a wave of almost incomprehensible words. “He was angry at me for no reason! I really thought we were more than fine now, but when something doesn’t go his way - he just lashes out! I was clearly trying to help him when he got all bothered and upset after seeing Lord Rami arrive-”

“Lord Rami?” Susan interrupted, closing her book slowly. “He’s arrived?”

(Y/N) nodded, and Susan sighed frustratedly before leaning back with her hands covering her face.

“I knew something would go wrong,” she said through muffled hands. “He wasn’t meant to come this year.”

“Who’s Lord Rami?” (Y/N) asked.

“A noble from Arnchenland...”

Susan stood by the nearest window and looked out at the sky that began to darken, the faintest of pink and orange dusting the horizon. Her thumb was between her teeth as she turned and gave (Y/N) a worried look.

“This meeting won’t go well,” She stated.

(Y/N) simply watched Susan walk quickly to peer down the library’s exit before standing next to the couch (Y/N) was seated on.

“Lord Rami and Edmund had gotten into...an altercation.”

The swordswoman raised an eyebrow at the queen as she continued, “Edmund had made a comment about how the alliance between Archenland and Narnia was dissipating overtime - a fair observation, might I add. He knew that after Lord Rami had gotten more power over lands ruled by Archenland, he might have tried to take some of our own. Lord Rami retaliated, and of course so did Edmund.”

Susan took a deep breath and pressed a hand to her temple. “And then he had brought up what had happened in the past...with Edmund.”

(Y/N) unconsciously grimaced, standing up slowly and putting the book down. She stood closer to Susan with her arms folded.

“He kept blabbering on, and on, and on...about the White Witch...how Ed...”

Susan shook her head and (Y/N) put a hand out to touch her shoulder.

“Edmund knows what he did. He knows. But he’s learnt...so much. He’s changed. And it’s awful that only we know how much he has - there are some people in the palace that still can’t trust him. He thinks we don’t know, Peter, Lucy, and I, but we do. We truly do.”

(Y/N) pulled in Susan for a quick hug, and the queen immediately reciprocated. (Y/N) loosened her grasp on Susan’s arms as they separated.

“You should see how he is,” (Y/N) said.

“But-”

“You’ve known him your entire life,” she replied, hoping her confident voice was enough to mask the hurt in her eyes. “You’ll know what to say.”

Susan was now holding the swordswoman’s hands, tightening her grip for a brief moment before letting go and breathing deeply. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t do much except wish Susan a good evening and watch her disappear out of the library.

(Y/N) knew that it wasn’t her place to interfere with such situations. There was no possible way that she would be able to comfort him like his siblings would, and it amazed her quite a lot how much they cared for one another. Of course, her own siblings did show their affection every now and then, but not like the Kings and Queens of Narnia. It seemed as though they would pour out their whole heart to each other, and in the end, they knew that everything would all be alright.

She couldn’t help but think of how Edmund might act now. She worried that with Lord Rami here, his patience with her purposefully annoying antics would run short, and he would not treat her the same. (Y/N) wiped her hands along her trousers and then tucked a few stray hairs behind her ears. She needed to calm down a little. She let her feet take her to exit of the library and ascend the nearest staircase, not realising how much her legs had ached from horse riding until she had reached the top step.

Her leather boots clicked softly on the tiled floor as she made her way to her chambers, the familar intricate paintings and detailed rug that lay outside her door welcomed her. She entered with a long sigh and shut the door quietly behind her, peeling her clothes off and throwing them off to the side. She was too tired to take a bath right now, so she settled for washing her face and putting on her nightgown.

(Y/N) tugged her hair down from its tight knot and massaged her scalp as she collapsed onto her soft bed. Her long day began to catch up to her as her eyelids grew heavy, and as she lazily promised herself she would get up in an hour to check on Edmund, sleep had already begun to wrap around her mind. She let her hand fall from her scalp and nuzzled her nose into her pillow, and only seconds later did she fall into a deep slumber.

*

“(Y/N)?”

A quiet voice called out to her softly, stirring her awake. (Y/N) frowned in confusion, taking a moment to wake herself up. She blinked a few times and the first thing she noticed was that the room was almost pitch black. The sun had obviously set, and a soft breeze was circling the room, tickling (Y/N)’s bare legs.

The next thing she noticed was the person sitting up in her bed and their one hand that was laying on her calf, stroking the skin there softly with their thumb. (Y/N) immediately brought herself to sit up as Edmund shifted away and let his hand fall into his lap. Her stomach was swarming with nervous butterflies as she tried to make out the expression on his face.

“Edmund?” she began, watching Edmund as his eyes went from his lap to her eyes, the simple move giving her goosebumps. “Are you okay?”

Edmund nodded slowly and brought his hand to scratch the back of his head. “Can I stay?”

(Y/N)’s heart fluttered, and her mind reeled back to when he appeared in her room for the first time in the middle of the night. The moonlight had illuminated his terror-stricken face, with a sheen of sweat on his neck and chest. She had welcomed him into her arms without hesitation.

But, this time was different. When her eyes adjusted to the dark, and they roamed across Edmund’s face, she noticed a wetness around his eyes. She uncovered herself from the sheets and moved to the edge of the bed beside him.

(Y/N) guided a hand to his freckled cheek, letting it hover for a moment before resting it on his icy skin. At the sound of his soft sigh, her stomach twisted and she felt tears of her own prickle at her eyes. She swiped her thumb under his eye and Edmund’s tears met her soft hand.

Immediately, Edmund broke. A fresh stream of tears ran down his cheeks as he let out a quiet whimper and brought his hands to his face. (Y/N) didn’t wait any longer before sitting up on her knees and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him towards her tightly. He responded just as quickly, his arms enveloping her torso as he cried into her nightgown. She brought her lips to the top of his head and closed her eyes, her tears falling into his hair.

(Y/N) let him cry, and soon his cries turned to sobs. His shoulders shook as he swallowed deep breaths, muttering things that she couldn’t comprehend. Her stomach had dropped down to her feet as he began to apologise; over, and over again, with his face burying deeper into her chest. A couple of minutes passed, accompanied by Edmund’s cries and the soft whistling noise that the wind made. When she felt him loosen his grip on her, (Y/N) brought her hands to both sides of his face and pulled his head from her body so that she could meet his eyes.

His bloodshot eyes met her own.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, shaking his head slightly. “I shouldn’t have said that to you, I should’ve held my tongue. I just...I got so angry. I didn’t mean any of it-”

(Y/N) began to hush him as more tears began to pool in his eyes. She pushed his silky hair out of his face and wiped the rest of his tears away.

“I know, I know,” she began as she sniffled. “It’s okay...Ed, it’s okay. I’m so sorry. For everything. I never meant any of it either.”

Edmund shook his head and brought his hands to (Y/N)‘s face. Silence danced between them as they caught their breaths.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, smoothing down the young woman’s tousled hair.

(Y/N) brought her hands to his tunic and pulled him in to place a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed her back, his chapped lips moving against her carefully and (Y/N) tasted tears. She leaned further into his embrace and took her hand to the nape of his neck, the other placed on his shoulder.

Edmund broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. He pressed his hands against (Y/N)‘s back as she sat down on her heels, her face now level with his. She opened her eyes lazily, and saw that his were still closed. His hands moved up and down her back in soft, slow motions.

Edmund took a hand to her cheek and sniffled. He opened his eyes and leaned back to look at her longingly.

“Come,” she said earnestly, pulling at his hand as she shuffled back underneath the sheets. “Stay with me.”

The young king followed her as he did all those nights before, folding the sheets back gently and slipping right beside her. They found warmth and comfort as soon as their bodies met, and as they wrapped themselves around eachother, with Edmund’s head resting on her shoulder, (Y/N)’s cheek finding itself atop his head, they drifted into a dreamless sleep unlike any other.

*

Bright rays of sunlight shook the sleep from (Y/N)’s eyes, leaving her in a frustrating fight to fall back into unconscious. Warm breaths fell delicately on her left cheek, and as she fully awakened, she felt Edmund’s body by her side. His legs were tangled with hers and as one arm lay behind her head, the other was draped across her stomach. The blanket of warmth he provided lulled her to press herself closer to him, and rest her face in the crook of his neck before breathing him in softly. She leaned back again and took a long look at him, feeling as though it was like seeing the first break of spring sunlight.

Edmund began to stir, and it took a moment before she finally saw familiar gold-flecked eyes staring up at the ceiling. (Y/N) smiled at the sight of him, her chest bleeding happiness. She leaned towards his jaw and pressed a kiss there, and under his chin, and continued her path down to his chest.

A heavy chuckle escaped Edmund as (Y/N) propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him. He was heavy with sleep, but that didn’t stop him from sitting up and wrapping his arms around the swordswoman to lay her gently on her back. She let out a breathy laugh as he mirrored her previous movements, kissing her jaw, her chin...

(Y/N) grinned and tried to haul him up so she could kiss him properly, but as soon as his face came close to hers, she grimaced.

“Your breath,” she said in a croaky voice. “It smells awful.”

Edmund laugh lowly, sending a chill through her body. “Yours, too.”

He met her lips in a sloppy kiss, and she groaned in disgust.

“Ed, seriously it’s disgusting,” she said, her words muffled against his lips.

He smiled and pulled away, watching her wipe her lips on the pillow next to her. (Y/N) grinned widely as her eyes met his, pulling him in for a hug as she stroked his back.

Edmund spoke first. “We need to be careful tomorrow.”

(Y/N) frowned. “Because of Lord Rami?”

“Yes...and no.” He pulled away from her hug and settled his hand on her hip. “Representatives of Tashbaan will be there, too. And yes, they will have received news of the supply shipments making way to their ports, but it won’t stop their hostility towards you. You mustn’t do what I did. Don’t show your anger.”

(Y/N) feigned a gasp. “Me? Show my anger? How could I ever?”

Edmund gave her a half-hearted smile before brushing a hair behind her ear. “You would be very surprised.”

She chuckled softly and closed her eyes, reveling in the young king’s warm arms and his quiet breaths.

“I wish I could stay here,” she began. “Forever.”

“Then stay.”

(Y/N) opened her eyes to find Edmund’s gaze already on her, a serious expression taking a hold on his face.

“Ed-”

“After your siblings’ wedding, you can come back. I mean, if you really aren’t happy there...if you’re happier here...”

(Y/N) blinked slowly, her chest clenching as she realised that sooner or later, she would have to leave Cair Paravel. She would leave its woods and sun-kissed cliff side. She’d leave Peter, Susan, Lucy...Edmund.

And she would be miserable.

(Y/N) let her hand drift over to Edmund’s face to rest in his soft hair and stroke her thumb across the shell of his ear.

“My family needs me, Ed.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, so carefully, as though it would be the last time. But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.

Leaning back slightly, he pressed the tip of his nose against hers. “You won’t be leaving your family alone, we can help them. Of course, you’ll visit them whenever and for however long you like. You won’t have to choose.”

“But I do,” she replied softly. “We all do. I can’t be both in my head and in my heart. Especially not now. Maybe later down the track, when everything is better, we can do that.”

(Y/N) brought a hand up to the young king’s face, making a path of his freckles with her eyes. He leaned into her touch, eyelids falling shut. She forced back tears that sprung to her eyes and tried to swallow the burning lump that appeared in her throat.

If I leave, it won’t be forever, she willed herself to say over and over again until the lump almost disappeared.

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x reader

Setting: Takes place in the first Narnia movie (not entirely accurate)

Introduction: Peter and his siblings end up in Narnia, where he meets Y/N. He knew that he could not stay here forever, but she made him want to...

Request: So, may I request a Narnia imagine using Peter Pevensie x Female Reader where Peter totally falls for the Reader in a Cinderella type setting? *Feel free to change anything around if you want and make as long as you need to!*

Word Count: 1426

Warnings: Mentions/suggestion of violence & death, angst

A/N: For the sake of realism and this prompt, I changed their ages to better match how old they look/act. In the first movie, Peter was supposed to be 13, which I think is insane, so I’m just saying that he was 16.

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The Pevensie siblings had not expected to get sucked into this whirlwind of an adventure when they came to stay with Professor Kirke. Their first night there was nothing extraordinary at all - it was just an old, boring house. Lucy had made up some story about a magical land inside of the wardrobe that was inside one of the empty rooms.

Peter soon came to realize; however, that his sister was not fibbing. When they stumbled backwards out of the wardrobe and into the snow, he was bewildered. This wasn’t possible...

But Peter soon came to realize that there was a lot more possible than he had ever known. They soon became lost in this new world, following Lucy to find her friend, Mr Tomas. They came across the Beaver family, and then Edmund disappeared off in search of The White Witch - whom the Beavers warned was a wicked woman.

Peter’s world was turned upside down, his time in Narnia changing him with each passing moment. Ending up in Aslan’s camp must have been fate - that was the only logical explanation he could come up with. After Edmund was rescued and brought to the camp, Peter was ready to get out of there. He felt empathy for Narnia and wanted to stand by Aslan, but he felt that he had a duty to get his siblings back to safety - home.

When he turned to see who was approaching from Aslan’s tent, he was taken aback by you. He had not seen you around the camp yet - he was sure of it. Between the fact that you were human, and your immense beauty - he would have remembered you. Peter could not help but stare as you exited the tent, Aslan tailing behind you. Susan did not miss the exchange, seeing how you captured her brother’s attention - and the knowing grin that Aslan wore. What did he know?

Edmund: You was a Banshee...or how you like to call it an undead fairy of death. The most of the people of Narnia feard you, even the loyal guards are trembling when you walk around the castle. That was the reason why you often just stayed in one room. Now you stand on the balcony of the library. "Hey,  (Y/N). Why are you hiding here?" Edmund asks when he find you. You sighted and turned around. "I am tired of their fear of me." you respond. Edmund wasn't afraid of you, he knows you and he trusts you. So he stepped closer and took your hand in his. "Listen, I know it is hard for you, but some day you become my queen. They will accept you, just show them how you are." he advised lovely. "I am not good to bring people to like me." you said a bit helpless. "That was not what I meant, you shouldn't bring them to like you, when they see what a great personality is behind they can't resist to like you." Ed explained with a grin. "Oh come on, this sounded a way too corny." but you laughed about it and just hugged him for being there for you.

Peter: You walked up and down in your room, you was just nervous because the full moon is this night. Peter couldn't help and stopped you:"(Y/N) please stop, there is no need to be nervous." he meant and stroked your arm where he grabbed you gently. "Yeah you aren't the one who transform into a hairy beast. And it is the first time that you want to be with me in this moment, this is unusal for me." you explained maybe a bit hysteric. Peter took a moment and just looked into your eyes but then he said:"Wait...are you afraid...of me?" And he was right. You was so in worry that he wouldn't like you after this. "I-I am. You never saw it, what is when you don't like me after this, or you disgust me." you was nearly about too cry. "Oh no, I know you are a werewolf. I love you with all my heart and every part of you, and the werewolf part of you is important too for me. I just want to be with you in the time because I want to understand it completly." he explained. He stroked your cheek and smiled. You took his hand and before you kissed him you meant:"Glad that I am drinking the potion now, so it is not dangerous for you."

Caspian : It was the time when Caspian started his reign and and wanted to make peace with the calormes. But this was a away more difficult than he thought. "We should bring them this document, when they accept fine, when not maybe we should prepare for war."he meant. "I do." you said in a dry tune. Caspian looked up at you. "No, I don't want you to go." he meant in a strict tune. "Why not? I am an dark elf, those calormes couldn't kill me even when they want." was your opinion. "I said no. Only because you are an dark elf this doesn't mean that you could do every dangerous task. This is my last word." he told you and went out of the room. You went to look after him and could catch him. "Cas." you said soft. "Like I said I don't want you to go." I meant again. "I love you too much...than to take this risk that you could die. I know you are not a human but even you are not unbreakable." Caspian began to explain in low voice and laid a hand against your head. "I just want to help you, I have the power of many abillities that humans don't have, maybe we should use it." you told him. His forehead laid against yours. "Not even in the worst times, I will risk your life." he whispered and kissed you lovely.

Eustace: (just imagine him older in this book) All of you were in the giants town. Jill read what probably could happen to you four. "Just when they try to touch one of you, they have to fight against a demon." you said dangerous and your eyes always watchful. "(Y/N), calm down, we will find a solution so that we don't have to fight." Eustace meant to you. "Fighting is the only thing I can do good. I will protect you, so I should use it." you respond. You never got used to get comfort of people, and it was difficult to handle that. "You are not just good at fighting." he spoke. You looked to him confused. "You are good in words. Good in doing jokes and finding shelters." he told you in a very proud tune. You was surprised and couldn't get any words out. "Eh yeah this thing with I am good with words you can take out, I am speechless." you meant insecure. Eustace came over and sat next to you. "Believe me, I never thought that I could ever like a demon that much, so I fully understand this." he grinned and hold your hand.

Rillian: You just waited, in the pond on a stone, that Rillian came. He visited you every day when the sun was going down. "Hey there, did you see the most beautiful nymph here?" he joked when he saw you. "Hmm maybe she is waiting all day long." you respond with a chuchkle.   "Didn't in the mood to swim to me?" he asks because you didn't move from your stone where you sat. "Oh I am in the mood to swim, but why you don't come into to water?" you suggested and looked at him. "How you wish, love." he said with a smile and jumped into the big pond. So you jumped too and under water your grabbed his face to kiss him. But you noticed that he needed air and so you both came up. "Sorry, sometimes I just forget you are a human." you apologied. And your arms laid around his neck, you felt how his legs touched your tail sometimes. "Sometimes I wish you could have legs, (Y/N). Then we would being more together." he meant a bit sad. "I don't know if legs would fit me." you said. "What is when we would have the possibility to make something so you can have both?" he asked. "I think this would be great." you respond smiling. "Then this is my new task, to find something." he smiled and kissed you before he splashed water into your face.

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Once upon a time, I posted a new chapter. No one commented. Same old same old, but I carried on and took a three month break anyway.

"Howdy," said an anon. "I'd like to be tagged in The Mer."

"Sure thing!" said I, "But alas, that series is complete and you are anonymous."

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Hi everyone, I'm back. Thanks for understanding. The Narnia fandom is dead af rn so here's a preference. Enjoy!

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Peter:

Peter would want to sit down and watch a few action movies. Marvel, defintely. He'd prefer watching it without popcorn but with a good snuggle and inside, where it was warm and toasty. He'd insist on a few before falling asleep on your shoulder.

Edmund:

Edmund would want to watch the Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter. He would pop ten bags of popcorn, but too much candy, almost get diabetes ahaha and would insist it be outside. He'd get a blanket and a few lights, and you would watch movie after movie. Edmund wouldn't get tired but would let you sleep on him around 3 in the morning, when he was still focused on the movie.

Caspian:

Caspian wouldn't care for the extra fluff, but he'd want to watch an interesting documentary. Maybe something about Egypt. You'd watch several and afterwards he would spend hours talking about complex topics and mysteries, always curious. He might even like a good romance movie at times with a few kisses sneaked in between scenes.

Did anyone ask for cute winter activity preferences? No? Well here they are anyway.

Caspian

Narnia’s flora is as magic as its fauna, so Caspian decided to take you to see the flowers that bloomed in winter. He’d bring one of the professors old notebooks to identify them and help you collect some of the non-dangerous ones. Neither of you could believe the other could looking even more stunning, but with crowns of glowing flowers you both looked ethereal.

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Peter

Being in charge of a Kingdom was stressful and often kept the two of you inside the walls of Cair Paravel. The two of you decided that you would put your duties aside for a bit while you adventured to a less inhabited part of Narnia. Waking up in a warm tent next to Peter and seeing the beautiful Narnian landscape was the perfect way to de-stress.

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Susan

Snuggling up by the fire with a good book is a staple winter activity, and it was Susan’s favorite to do with you. Sometimes, it was reading in silence just enjoying each others presence. Other times, you would take turns reading to one another and falling asleep to the sound of the others voice and the cracking fire.

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Edmund

Understandably, Edmund did not like winter. Jadis was everywhere he looked.  So instead of going outside in the snow, the two of you would make hot chocolate and cuddle under a mountain of blankets. Seeing who could catch the most marshmallows in their mouth was a competition that could rival the Winter Olympics.

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Lucy

What is winter without holiday themed treats? During winter, you and Lucy would spend hours in the kitchen baking sweets. By the time they were in the oven, you were both covered in flour and giggling at one another. Lucy goaded you into dancing with her while waiting for them to bake. Sadly, you couldn’t eat them all, so you would pass them out to the other inhabitants in the castle.

I have NOT AND I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SOMEWHAT. I have a lot of feelings about this topic tbh, so. I also think that Christmas would be a really huge hit in the Pevensie family so music is a big part of that.

Peter: “Merry Xmas Everybody” by Slade. Okay so this is described as a “glam rock cut”. And honestly, in my personal opinion, Peter would absolutely love this song. He’s not into the holiday songs, more into the holiday traditions that surround Christmas: spending time with family, roasting chestnuts, drinking hot chocolate, gift shopping, etc. So I feel like this is a song he would play when he’s pretty drunk and trying to get into the holiday spirit because Lucy is so put out he won’t sing along to holiday music.

Susan: “Silver Bells”. She lives in London with her family so I kinda feel like she’d be into the lyrics from the song about how it’s Christmastime in the city. It’s a slow song, which I think she’d like, and it’s about the holiday’s without being (too) cheesy. Idk, I just think there’s something about the original song that would really appeal to Susan. She’s very traditionally feminine, she’d like a lot of things about Christmas, so I think there’s something about a “traditional” Christmas song that she’d like.

Edmund: “Fairytale of New York” The Pogues featuring Kirsty MacColl. The song wasn’t intended to be a Christmas song or anything, so it’s free of cheesiness and that’s why Ed would love it. Everybody else wants to sing about how it’s almost the holidays, Santa coming, etc etc. He wants to hear a song about a couple arguing on a sidewalk.

Characters: Reader, Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie, and Caspian

Setting: Narnia, The Golden Age/LWW and Prince Caspian.

Warnings: None

Summary/Blurb: (Requested by @creseselia ) Edmund and (Y/N) have had a great friendship since Edmund had become King of Narnia. The problem is, they haven’t confessed their feelings for one another. But when Edmund disappears when going after the White Stag, what happens to her?

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Reader’s P.O.V:

The sun’s rays cut through the thin trees, and as you strolled through the ferns overlapping the forest floors with Caspian ahead, a rustling sound behind you made your ears perk up.

You turned in time to see Trufflehunter just ducking behind a bush. You couldn’t help but grin and shake your head.

“I can hear you,” Caspian‘s exasperated voice calls out.

A moment passes before Nikabrik and Trufflehunter poked themselves out of from behind a pair of trees. You chuckled to yourself as you continued to walk, catching up to Caspian. Standing by his side, you noticed how tall he was, and how his hand was almost always on the hilt of his sword: his guard never resting for a moment.

“I just think we should wait for the kings and queens,” Trufflehunter called out. Caspian have him a long look before continuing to walk.

Even the mention of the kings and queens made your stomach dip in anticipation. The echoes of their voices heightened in your mind, their faces more vivid in colour, and Edmund’s smile; the brightest smile she had ever seen.

They aren’t dead, a voice from within you whispered excitedly, They aren’t dead.

“Fine, go then!” Trufflehunter basically shouted. “See if the others will be as understanding.”

Nikabrik’s amused faced drew your eyes to him. “Or maybe I’ll come with you. I want to see you explain things to the minotaurs.”

Caspian stopped in his tracks, and you paused too, watching his expression.

He looked dazed, and a glimpse of what looked like excitement shone in his eyes. “Minotaurs... they’re real?”

You laughed and Caspian turned to look at you with his dark eyes. A grin graced your face as you continued your march towards the end of the forest. “Of course they are.”

Trufflehunter grunted. “And very bad tempered.”

“Yeah, not to mention big,” the dwarf added.

“Huge.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile still dancing on your face as you turned around to look at the three who were catching up slowly.

Caspian didn’t waste a chance in asking more questions. “What about centaurs? Do they still exist?”

Trufflehunter began walking towards you. “Well, the centaurs will probably fight on your side. But there’s no telling what the others will do.”

“What about Aslan?”

You stop in your tracks, heart sinking slightly as you looked at the young prince.

Nikabrik and Trufflehunter also paused and peered at each other. They seemed just as unsettled as you.

You hadn’t heard Aslan’s name in so long. It was hard to know he wasn’t here now, or if he would come ever again.

Nikabrik turned to Caspian suspiciously. “How do you know so much about us?”

“Stories,” Caspian responded.

The badger added with surprise, “Wait a minute...your father told you stories about Narnia?”

Caspian frowned. “No, my professor...”

You saw his face changed as his voice trailed off, almost hardened by the truth hidden behind his eyes.

“Listen, I am sorry,” he continued. “These are not the kinds of questions you should be asking.”

Caspian begins to walk towards you again. You wish you could comfort the stranger but you were just as clueless as he, probably even more so. You were just desperate to find something you were familiar with again.

Behind you, something sniffed loudly, and you spun around to see Trufflehunter’s snout in the air.

Nikabrik picked up on his unease immediately. “What is it?”

“Human,” he answered confidently.

Nikabrik nodded towards Caspian. “Him?”

“No...” Trufflehunter stopped suddenly and stared to the clearing from which they entered. “Them!”

Your hand immediately unsheathes your sword at the sound of foreign and rough voices. Soldiers. Armour shining in the sunlight, they looked taut and merciless in the way the moved across the clearing. Even worse when they lifted crossbows into your direction.

“There they are!” A thick-accented voice called out.

You saw a man position his crossbow towards you. A heavy stone seemed to fall into your stomach as your heartbeat grew louder and louder in your ears.

Trufflehunter shouted something, and knowing you didn’t have to wonder about what he said, you dashed ahead of the rest

The whizz of the arrows flying past and sticking into nearby trees, sometimes bouncing off them, was almost as loud as her heart.

Run, run, run.

Anxiety was trampling in your chest, leaving you gasping for air. Your mind was racing with the thought of going back home. Anywhere with the sea, or high cliffs, anything that reminded you of the glory of Cair Paravel. Anything that reminded you of the Pevensies. And Edmund.

Edmund.

A cry fell from far behind, and you turned to see Nikabrik and Caspian pause in their haste to escape...Trufflehunter nowhere to be seen.

“Trufflehunter!” You cried out, panic rising in you as you ducked out of the way of a flying arrow.

Caspian stood still before running back towards the overlapping fern bushes. Nikabrik waddled quickly towards to where you were gesturing you to run.

“He’s fine! Go!”

The shake in his voice made you hesitate, still looking towards the Prince kneeled on the floor who was quickly tucking something in his pocket. You watch as the soldiers take aim.

Then one screamed and fell. Then another, and another...

Caspian had thrown the badger over his shoulder and you caught a glimpse of an arrow poking out from his back leg. Your heart sank as the long-haired prince caught up, placing a twitching Trufflehunter gently in your hands.

Caspian nodded to both you and Nikabrik. “Get him out of here.”

You stood bewildered, clutching Trufflehunter as fur and blood tangled between your fingers. “You can’t fight them! Caspian!”

But it was no use. Caspian drew his sword, moving towards the dead men in a smooth motion. You saw another soldier fall heavily, and another grunting in madness, taking out a sword to cut through the grass.

“Where are you?!” The armoured man howled, and no sooner had he fallen down; lying unmoving like the rest of his men.

The ferns were bristling violently, creeping around the guards before switching directions, and moved towards Caspian.

You cried out a warning, yet the small thing that leaped out of the forest floor and knocked Caspian to the earth.

Biting your lip in apprehension, you found yourself cursing and placing Trufflehunter gently onto the thick leaves of a nearby bush.

“What are you-“ Nikabrik protested, moving violently towards you, but you cut him off quickly.

“He needs help!”

The way you had darted across the bushes to reach Caspian reminded you briefly of the distant times where you and Lucy would try to catch each other in the woods surrounding Cair Paravel’s grounds.

In those memories, the forests were less daunting, and the sun wasn’t so harsh. The wind would catch at the trees’ delicate leaves and pull them to fall onto your hair. Now, there was none of that.

You slowed as you got closer to Caspian, sword at the ready like Edmund had taught you almost a lifetime ago. But this wasn’t an ordinary target, you noticed quickly.

It was a mouse; quite a large mouse with a tail that was swishing around the air proudly. The creature was perched on Caspian’s chest, pointing what you thought was meant to be a sword, but only looked like one of Sudan’s large sewing needles. Its voice say comfortably ok its throat as the mouse began demanding Caspian.

“Pick it up!” The mouse shouted in an alarming manner. “I will not fight an unarmed man.”

Caspian seemed to struggle with his answer. “Which is why I will live longer if I choose not to cross blades with you, noble mouse.”

You tilted your head curiously as the mouse swished his blade. “I said I wouldn’t fight you. I didn’t say I’d let you live!”

“Wait!” You said, stepping closer to the scene as you sheathed your sword. “There’s no need for that, he isn’t a soldier!”

The mouse peered at you with beady eyes. “He’s a Telmarine! You’ll catch me snipping off my own tail before I passed a chance to kill-“

“Reepicheep, stay your blade!”

The mouse turned as you did, seeing the badger leaning on the dwarf tiredly. “Trufflehunter? I trust you have a good reason for this untimely interruption!”

Nikabrik looked almost amused. “He doesn’t. Go ahead.”

The badger took a moment to capture his breath. “Reepicheep, he’s the one that blew the horn!”

The words sent a great shiver down your spine, the mention of the horn again breathed far more hope into you that the Kings and Queens were still out there, somewhere. You would see them again, and everything will be alright.

Reepicheep stared down Caspian in surprise. “What?”

A deep voice emerged from a corner of the forest. “Then let him bring it forward.”

Four large centaurs came walking gracefully over the hill, the greatness in size always stole your breath.

“This is the reason we have gathered,” the voice continued, coming from a dark haired centaur.

You gave them a hopeful look before peering down at Caspian again. He looked at you, amazement flooded in his expression.