#narnia reader insert

SFW🌿𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚:

After Aslan sends the Pevensies back to the human world, you’re absolutely heartbroken. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. But another lesson must be learnt by many of his people, and the Pevensies are once again needed. 

𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓

・Nearly falls to his knees when he sees you

・Like the world has stopped and everyone doesn’t exist 

・Grabs ahold of you and presses you to him, kissing your face, cheeks, forehead, head. 

・ “It’s you. It’s really you.”

・Is embarrassed because he isn’t ... well he isn’t important in the human world. He isn’t a king or a knight. Just a plain human like everyone else. 

・And that would worry him. Because then you would see that there is a world full of sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. That maybe the prophecy wasn’t so important

   “You can change into human form in this world too?” 

 “Yes, I guess I can!” 

・Would drag you back to his siblings to show them that you’re here 

・ “I have to tell you ...” He would stop suddenly and his cheeks begin to redden. 

      “Yes?” 

“I’m not... I don’t have- Well we aren’t as well off here as we are in Narnia.” 

・You would be shocked. Shocked that he would need to say that. But you understood Peter more than he knew. That’s why you worked so well as a pair. You knew why Peter felt certain things and thought in particular ways.  

・Aslan gave you strict instructions not to stay in the human world too long, since time moved differently

・And your task was time sensitive 

・ You would go and see his home, and how he lived. What was important to him. 

・Then he’d want to show the rest of his siblings that you’re here

・ “No, no Peter. They’re already waiting. We have to go now.”

𝑺𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏

・Being Susan’s s/o I think you would have studied as much of Earth as you could before going

・Because customs there are wildly different to those in Narnia 

・When she first sees you, she thinks she’s in a dream

・Once she realises it’s real she starts to cry

・Is confused and worried. She wants to know how you got here, and if you’re stuck now

・Susan knows how frightening it is to travel to another universe, one that you never knew existed. And Earth is a much less exciting place than the fantastical world of Narnia. 

・She soon becomes self-conscious because she holds no authority in this world. 

・ “I know exactly what you’re thinking darling, and don’t let those thoughts take hold.” 

・You know Susan inside and out. And part of your fairy powers was sensing emotions. 

・Susan would look up at you sheepishly (only you would ever see this side of her)

・She would have a lot of questions, and not stop asking them until you had to shush her (she doesn’t like to be shushed)

・And she would want an explanation, she wouldn’t move until you told her

𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅

・You felt nearly crazed by the time you see Edmund in the town square, his arms full of groceries.

・You stood back and watched him for a few moments, seeing how he fit in this world

・But when you tap his shoulder and he swings around, he drops everything he’s holding

・Takes your face in his hands and kisses you so deeply

・Is ecstatic but also ashamed. He doesn’t live in a castle, he barely has any money.  

・Becomes red in the face almost instantly because he realises how stupid he must look. No longer a king with a crown, but a simple young man with 

・The things he thought won you over are now no longer his to give (which is stupid of him to think because you didn’t fall in love with him over his wealth.)

・”I missed you so much”

・Is a bit teary actually, both of you are

・Takes you back home to show the rest of the Pevensie’s

・And you tell them all that they’re needed back in Narnia

𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒚

・You’re intrigued by the clothing of Earth and how people dress. It’s so different to what everyone wears (and doesn’t wear) in Narnia

・Confused why people want to shake your hand all the time

・Is very excited, she thought she’d never see you again after leaving Narnia. 

・She would actually squeal seeing you, run and literally jump into your arms

・And she would look at you like you were perfection 

・ “I do miss your wings though-”

・Wants to show you her home, her room, her belongings, what she does for fun. 

・After a while she would ask if you were going to bring her back to Narnia

・And she would rejoice so loudly because your answer was yes

・Nearly jumped in glee when you said all of her siblings were coming too

・She knew she would go back though

It was considered a dream to be able to marry one of the Pevensie siblings. The young rulers of Narnia were widely adored and loved by all, so when news broke that King Edmund was looking for a suitor or suitress, it was no surprise that young rulers and common folk alike traveled far and wide to the Cair Paravel for even a chance of winning his affection, though they all quickly found out that King Edmund's affection wouldn't be hard to buy but rather, his siblings.

Being the second youngest amongst his siblings, it was no surprise his older siblings would step in to help weed out unlikely candidates by talking to them and inviting them to meals where the conversations would continue. The entire process spanned across a whole week before the Pevensies finally found a suitable partner for their brother and that person was you.

Peter admired your love and care for family, reminding him of himself with the lengths you'd go just to do the right thing. Family was one of the things he held near and dear to his heart so meeting you was a pleasant surprise.

Susan admired your kindness and overall caring nature. She had caught you from afar, watching as you engaged in small talk with fellow 'candidates' as if you were peers and not fighting for a spot at the Cair Paravel. It came as a shock when she found out you were a royal from one of the islands, seeing as many of the other royals only seemed to chat amongst other royals whereas you managed to make friends, and possibly allies, with people of both categories.

Edmund admired your sense of humor and overall presence. The few times he was able to talk to you throughout 'the trial' as his siblings called it, were refreshing. It was something about you that he couldn't quite put a finger on that seemed to make him feel safe. He felt like he could really be himself around you and even let his guard down, which was rare for anyone who knew him. He didn't mention it to his siblings but they could sense a connection between the two of you.

Lucy was, surprisingly, the hardest Pevensie to impress even if it were Peter and Susan who were doing most of the work filtering out the incompatible ones. Her lack of presence during it all made it very much harder for anyone to gain her favor but few prevailed and to none of the Pevensie's surprise, you were among the few who managed to earn it.

If that weren't much of indication that it was you who would be wed to her brother, then they could only wait to see your reaction when the day came and the news was announced for all of Narnia to hear that it was you they had chosen. Though they would admit that the engagement was awkward seeing as you two had become quite good friends, thankfully you’d both come up with an agreement that while this engagement was strictly for business protocols, the feelings you two shared in private were strictly platonic. That was the agreement you had both agreed to at the time but as time went on, Edmund began to question whether the feelings he felt for you were platonic any longer.

Of course he knew this was something he couldn’t quite control. It wasn’t his fault he suddenly began feeling nervous around you and how his heart did somersaults whenever you smiled in his general direction. Or laugh at something foolish he had said. Or accidentally brushed your hand against his. Or-

“Edmund!” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

Shaking his head to clear his head of the thoughts, he turned his gaze downwards to see his younger sister looking at him with a slightly concerned expression.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“You’ve been acting weird, is everything alright?” She instead asked, rushing to feel his forehead and cheek to see if he was down with a fever of some sorts. A frown appeared on her face when she couldn’t feel any signs of sickness. “You’ve been so out of it lately.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ve been fine. Just worrying about the battle coming up.” He partially lied, hoping his younger sister would be dumb enough to believe him.

She wasn’t. They both knew this, but she didn’t say anything about it. “Alright, well maybe you should go get some rest. Peter will find you if he needs to discuss anything. I’ll tell Susan you won’t be able to attend the meeting.”

Edmund thanked Lucy for her understanding before he was dismissed back to his chambers where he was met with an empty bed and unorganized closet. All the clues he needed to know that you were gone, probably still on that business trip down to the Kingdom in the mountains to discuss trade deals and such. You’d be gone for another two weeks if it all went to plan, meaning you’d miss the battle upcoming in five days. A feeling of relief coursed through his veins at the knowledge that you would be away and safe from the battle. He didn’t know how he’d act if he had lost you, let alone to a battle he was fighting in to keep you safe. He could only pray to Aslan that you’d be safe in the mountains.

Deciding he had a long enough day already, though spent mainly in thoughts, Edmund got ready for bed. It was still fairly early, the sun had not begun setting yet and dinner was not for another hour or so but there was no point in staying up if he’s managed to exhaust himself already.

Quickly making a trip downstairs to where any mail was sent and received, Edmund asked if there was anything from you or your men that had been sent to him. When the answer he got was a “I’m afraid not, your highness.”, Edmund wished the men a good evening before heading back to his chambers where he wasted no time getting himself comfortable in bed before allowing himself to doze off to sleep.

Usually he would end up staying awake until an ungodly hour in the morning talking to you or even sneaking off into the privacy of his private library but on the nights you were unable to make it back to your shared chambers, Edmund found himself falling asleep much quicker than when he would when you were here. This was mainly due to the fact that he’d exhausted himself, either mentally or physically, throughout the day causing him to be far too tired to even sit up right. His siblings noticed that he seemed more relaxed around you, acting more like a boy his age and not a monarch who’s fought in more battles that he could count on his fingers. It was a nice reminder that they had helped their brother choose the right partner but it also made them wonder if their strictly platonic ‘pact’ would hold through the rest of the reason. Lucy betted he’d realize his feelings before then, if he has not already.

The days leading up to the battle had Edmund either staying up far too late in his office or waking up too early for training that quickly became both. He would be seen searching through the shelves in his library reading through old books and scrolls at nearly 3 in the morning some nights but still look bright eyed and ready for training at 5 in the morning sharp. His siblings worried whether he wasn’t getting enough sleep but whenever they told him to even take a nap before dinner, the young king would simply shrug off their pleas and continue with whatever it was that they were doing.

It got to such a point that during their last minute planning for battle that was mere hours away, Peter suggested Edmund stay back at the castle while Susan took his place in battle. The idea was quickly shut down by Edmund himself who insisted he be on the battlefield, his tone firm and serious as he spoke. His siblings didn’t bring up that idea after that.

“I’ll be fine.” He had reassured Susan nearly ten times as he got himself ready for battle. She didn’t say anything about him refusing to switch positions with her but the look of worry on her face said enough.

“I didn’t say you wouldn’t be.” She said.

“Yeah but you look like mom whenever I insist on not needing a jacket when it’s cold out.” He retorted and Susan sighed. “I’ll be fine, Su. Really.”

“And if you’re not? (Y/N) would have my head if they came back to see their husband injured, or worse, dead! I’m surprised they haven’t sent a hundred letters warning you to be careful yet.” Susan joked, not failing to notice the flicker of hope on her baby brother's face when she mentioned you.

“Well, in that case that would be an issue of your own.” Edmund joked back and while Susan did let out a short laugh, her worry was still evident and now it was his turn to sigh.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. Swear on my life.” He said and while what happened out there would no longer be in their complete control, it was all he could really do. So with a satisfied smile that he mirrored, Susan gave her brother a hug before joining him in the throne room where the other two Pevensie siblings stood. Final farewells were shared and before they knew it, Susan was watching her siblings walk off into battle and all she could do was hope that by the end of it, she’d not be the only Pevensie who welcomed you back.

“Ed watch out!” Peter’s voice called from across the field. The sounds of metal against metal were deafening as he tried to focus on the attackers around him.

Edmund just barely avoided the sword that would’ve pierced through his shoulder had it not been for Peter. A shaky breath escaped his lips before he pivoted and just barely deflected the other swordsmen blade.

It was harder to focus on everything and he couldn't tell if it was from the battle itself or the lack of sleep he’s been getting this past week. Whatever it was that made his head suddenly feel light, he hoped he’d at least manage to dodge the second attack of the swordsmen who almost stabbed him moments earlier as he collapsed to the ground.

“Edmund!” He could hear someone say just before the darkness consumed him and he could no longer feel his surroundings.

He knew that his exhaustion would catch up to him soon enough and while he had secretly hoped it’d at least wait until after the battle, it seemed that those sorts of things didn’t give much of a warning beforehand. All Edmund could hope when he had regained consciousness was that the battle was won and that he wasn’t injured, though the latter wouldn’t have been much of a surprise.

“(Y/N) you should really get some rest, you can’t sleep in that chair forever.” He heard his brother's voice say.

“Well it won’t be forever,” That was your voice. You were back. Had he been asleep for that long? “It’s only until he wakes up.”

He could feel a hand tightening its grip around his. Edmund wanted to believe that it was yours and unless their mother had somehow came to Narnia, he was sure his belief was correct.

“You’ve not left this room since you came back, you know you will be among the first people to know when he wakes up while you’re gone. He just fainted that’s all, no other injuries. Well maybe a few scratches but nothing to worry about!”

He would’ve let out a sigh had he not pretended to remain asleep.

“I know, I know it’s just, scary. I was so scared when I got your letter.” Edmund felt his heart ache at the evident hurt in your tone as you spoke.

Peter sighed. “I could tell, you came back with a quarter of the men we sent to go with you. Not to mention in only two days, the trip back should’ve taken you at least three.”

“Well why do you think only a quarter of my men came back with me.” You chuckled, silence following shortly after. Your hand still wrapped around his firmly.

It was all so peaceful that Edmund could’ve drifted back to sleep. He almost did, until you said something that made his heart skip a beat.

“I’ve never felt like that before.” Your voice was just barely a whisper.

“Like what?” Peter asked, he sounded like he was standing farther away, possible by the door? Or perhaps he was standing before Edmund’s bed, leaning against the wall like he always did whenever he came to check up on him whenever he got sick.

“So scared. It felt like my heart just stopped and all I could do was pray that I didn’t lose him before I could…..” You stopped yourself.

“Could what?” Peter asked.

He heard you take a deep breath, as if what you were going to say would destroy something and in a way, it could’ve had he not felt the same to you. “Tell him that I love him.”

You loved him. You loved him. Edmund almost sat up straight and pulled you into his arms and told you that he loved you back right then and there. But he didn’t, partly because he wanted to hear what else you may have had to say but mainly due to the fact that he felt too tired to do all of that.

“I’m a fool aren’t I?” You followed up and Edmund was confused as to why that would’ve made you a fool until he remembered one of the first arrangements you agreed upon during your engagement plan: the pact. The one where you swore things would stay platonic as to avoid any awkwardness between the two of you and hinder the friendship you had established.

“How does that make you a fool? He is your husband after all.” Peter reasoned, not knowing of the agreement the two of you made.

“But what if he doesn’t feel the same? We even made a pact when we were going over the terms of our marriage that whatever we had would stay platonic. We agreed to it and if I tell him and he doesn’t feel the same way I would’ve made a fool of myself and broken our pact. I don’t want to ruin what we already have.” The last part came out softer than the rest of your words and it made Edmund’s heart ache.

“You are not a fool, (Y/N) and while I can’t speak on Ed’s behalf, I can say that you won’t make a fool out of yourself. You don’t have to tell him if you don’t want to, or feel like you can’t, but if you do decide to then at least you’ll know your answer. Now come on, let’s go get dinner or something, you’ve been inside this room ever since you came back.” Peter said in hopes of changing the dense and worried atmosphere that hung around you.

There was no verbal response from you but he believed the removal of your hand from his meant that you had agreed to his brother's offer. The sound of the door opening and shutting as your voices faded only confirming it but now as he laid there alone, what was he supposed to do?

He wanted to tell you that he loved you. He’s been dying to actually, but now with the news that you actually felt the same way about him he suddenly felt nervous all over again. He knew he had to now, he didn’t want you thinking you’d ruin anything between the two of you but he didn’t know how. These things were always easier said than done but he’d tell you. Somehow, in some way, he’d tell you.

And then it’d all be fine.

authors note: and what if i said it wasn’t? lmao jk maybe. who knows?

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Being dragged through a mirror into a fantastical land in which animals could speak and your fiance was apparently some sort of king was enough to give anyone a anxiety attack, it really was. The new sights, new sounds, new smells, the contradictory experiences. The fact that that rat was talking to you and you were almost certain rats had never been able to talk before. The fact that you were pretty sure that was a satyr over there. It caused your anxiety to spike.

You could feel that horrible uncomfortable sensation in your chest, as your heart beat too fast, and your blood rushed too quickly, as you lowered yourself carefully onto a log. The sounds around you, the voices, dulling as if you were underwater. The sick sensation in the pit of your stomach. The feverish feeling in your head, the pounding, the shortness of breath. It all said that your nerves had finally got the best of you, that the anxiety had taken over. 

Edmund fluttered around you, not that you were really listening to him as he worried over your state. Instead you focused on breathing, on feeling the log’s bark beneath your hands, on the wind through your hair, on the feelings around you, rather than in you. Minutes passed by, time moved on, and with each ticking second you felt the panic pass, the sounds begin to come back in full force, the sickness drift away, the beating of your heart slow just the slightest bit. 

You felt fragile as you finally truly noticed Edmund next to you, brown eyes worried, brow furrowed. “I’m okay...I’m...okay now..” Although he knew that wasn’t entirely true, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, whispering reassurances into your ear as he rubbed a hand against your arm.

“I know its a bit of a shock, love.” Followed by a soothing sound you couldn’t quite describe, little hushing noises. Unsure what to say to make it better, but knowing you needed him to support you nonetheless.