#narnian

i need to go to narnia so bad

i cried so hard watching the last movie

what i don’t get is how could they possibly leave and go back to the real world after all that?

i know it’s a metaphor for growing up but it really hurts

Edmund sees a girl who looks just like someone from his time Narnia- one he loved but sadley passed away. So it can’t be her..right?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of war, reader was a witch, reincarnation, mentions of vomit- ON READERS SHOES, reader is a rambler.

I will fall in love with you, over and over again.

In Narnia, Edmund had fallen in love with a woman.

He fell in love with you. You were a healing witch and you often helped with most of his and his siblings wounds and cuts.

You quickly became a family friend and witches weren’t seen as evil as much as they were after the white witches ruling.

You were one of the only people who were able to clock him when he was being ‘a brat’ as you called him and point out his siblings on their mistakes and wrong-doings with no consequences and because of that it made him better rules.

He was..hesitant at first. Extremely so- the witch he first met when he arrived in Narnia left a huge impression on him..

He always thought witches were supposed ugly- vomit green skin with warts and large noses on them..but you? You were the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. It was pretty much love at first sight for him.

For you..at first anyway, he was an annoying king whose life goal was irritating you. He’d ask you question after question on witchcraft and hoe you learnt to cast so many spells- what spells you could cast, how powerful they were..

But over the time you spent together you realised how..pretty he was. And how fair he was- he always seemed to live up to his name as the just king..

You fell in love with him after 4 years, yes, but it took him 4 hours.

He fought and almost died in wars with you and travelled on the dawn treader with you, you both faces all sorts of oppositions. You shared many..exciting nights together and danced and kissed as the snow fell on you both..

But he lost you. Days before he left Narnia you died, you died in his arms after saving Lucy- and his heart was crushed. Its most of the reason why he couldn’t stay in Narnia- even after being asked my Aslan himself.

He couldn’t be somewhere so..full of you. Everytime it snowed he thought of you and grieved harder..he closed himself of to his siblings for weeks after.

He blamed himself..if he had been faster or he had noticed you were hurt sooner..maybe he would have saved you and he would have been able to call you his queen as he continued to rule..

Lucy was the same, she spent many years with you and saw you as a sister. So they gave the throne officially to Caspian and left.

He’s now back in England, in the local library looking for a book on Shakespeare for school. It’s winter. So it’s cold, icy, slippy and overall just annoying.

And every snowflake that falls onto his skin is another reminder of you.

He has one year left until he can graduate and he needs to work extremely hard if he wants to leave next year after spending so many previous years daydreaming in his classes about witches and lions and wars.

He fixes the bag on his hip as he walks slowly down an aisle, praying that the book (Macbeth) he needs is here. He was supposed to get it last week but he was busy with a part-time job he took on- one delivering newspapers.

He sighs when he gets to the end and turns to the shelf behind him. He lets his eyes go over the first two..before he gets to a gap. He mindlessly looks through the gap but stops when he sees a woman..her back to him- but she’s reaching for Macbeth! There it is- he quickly walks around the shelf, walking towards her quickly.

“Excuse me, sorry- I really need that book for school- I was supposed to-” the girl turns to face him and he freezes..he just- goes completely still.

Looking into his eyes?..it’s you.

“Sorry?” You raise your eyebrows to him in question and bring the book to your chest..

His breath hitches in his throat..“Y/n?” He practically pants- his behaving heavy and uneven. He takes a quick step forward and hugs you..tightly,

Your eyes widen and you pat his back a couple of times with your free hand. “How do you..know my name?” His eyebrows furrow in confusion- he leans back, scanning over your face, making sure it is really you- same freckles, marks, eyes, nose- hair..

“Y/n..I-..are you having a laugh?” He stared at you with those big, brown eyes..you give him a small smile. “Have we met before..? You look- oddly familiar. What school do you go to?”

He wants to laugh and die and cry and kiss you and hug you all at once..because what do you mean you don’t recognise him?

“Hendon House Boarding School.” He says it quickly- and you almost don’t catch it.

“Oh- same! You’ve probably seen me in the hall or class or something…who exactly are you?” He takes in what’s actually going on…it’s you. But it isn’t you. With the same name, appearance- and from what he can tell, personality…

“Edmund.” He whispers- before he clears his through. “Edmund.” He says it properly. “Pevensie. is school..the only place you know me from?” He leans against the shelf and stares into your eyes.

“I..think so? Unless you go to church on Sundays? I go to the one up north- my mother takes me.” He knows about the north church/ it’s where the richer people go..

His heart breaks just a little bit..you truly..don’t remember him..“I go to the one..south. With my sister..what was it you needed?..”

“Book..” He practically goes limp against the books. Is this supposed to be a joke? Did Aslan send you to be with him? Did you make some sick deal with the devil to see him again?

“Are you alright?” You tilt your head slightly, narrowing your eyes playfully at him. “Is the knowledge around you too much for you?” You joke..

He scoffs gently- not having the energy or emotion to laugh right now, tears about to burst from his eyes. “I’m fine..yeah- I know you from school..sorry.” He walks past you, back down the aisle. His heart is pounding in his chest and he feels like he can’t breathe. He feels sick.

He swings the door open and walks out, into the cold weather- the sight of all the snow doesn’t make him feel better at all- in fact, it only adds to the pain. All the memories and feelings and nights together- he stumbles down the street like a drunk man.

“Hey-” he feels a hand on his shoulder. “You look pale-” he turns- sees you..and throws up..right on your shoes and on his scarf.

You close your eyes and bring your lips in to kiss your teeth..“wow..” you whisper as you very slowly look down to your shoes.

“I’m- fuck, I’m so sorry..” he looks like shit..“I- I’m sorry-” you gently take his arm and lead him back towards the library, in and through the shelves as fast as you can. You stop him at the bathroom. “Go..clean up.” You hesitantly take off his scarf. “You need to..yeah- just go clean up.”

He nods and walks into the bathroom. He immediately stops in front of one of the sink and splashes water quickly onto his face- he’s a fucking idiot. He pants as he stares at himself- seeing the slight bit of sick on his shirt and how pathetic he must have looked just now..

He doesn’t come out for a good five minutes- expecting you to have left..but his heart drops when he sees you stood there awkwardly, book in hand and the scarf that was around your neck now in your hands.

“Hey-” you perk up a little bit when you see him. “Edmund. That is your name, right?...” You smile nervously. He nods..

“What are you doing?..” he says in the saddest, smallest voice you’ve ever seen. “Well- you threw up on my Leather Oxfords..thought I’d see if you were ok..” you shrug..

“I’m fine, thank you- I must be..coming down with something.” You nod slowly and look to the sick on his shirt. “Here-” you hold out your scarf. “You..really need it.” He looks from the scarf to you- then the scarf again. “What? I can’t take your scarf-”

“I’m giving it to you- there’s a difference.” You shrug and throw it at him- making him catch it against his chest. “Oh- and give you the book- you must really want it. If you threw up on me to get it.” You joke and hold out Macbeth.

His breath hitches as he feels the fabric between his fingers..he has the urge to bring it to his nose- to see if you smell as good as you did..there.

“Thank you.” He says gently, taking the book with his free hand. “Really..”

“It’s no problem.. I take it you only want it for the English assessment? On Friday? I had my notes ready last week-” he lets out a small laugh at that. “I had work..” he shrugs.

“Right..makes sense. You’ll love it, though- i did, my favourites are the witches. They’re always up to something and they are all for the downfall of men- and the uprising of women, something I agree with.” You joke and tuck some hair behind his ear. “I love lady Macbeth too- she was so-” you ramble on for about 3 minutes..

And he listens to every. Single. Word. You. Say. He’s missed your voice so fucking much. There’s a hint of pain in his chest but…butterflies in his stomach.

“Oh- the scarf- you could..meet me one day. At a diner or something? To give me it back..and I can even give you my notes” It’s obvious what you’re implying..a date. “If not, you can keep it- I don’t care for it much anyway-”

The two of you didn’t bother with dates back in Narnia. When you told him you loved him he kissed you and from there you were just..together. Not that you’d know that.

“Yes.” He cuts you off with a swift nod- “yes, please..Friday? After school?”

He knows that..this is his last chance. For some reason he’s been blessed by god to have you, to be with you- really with you. Without the king and witch thing. He can be a person with you, an uninteresting nobody with him. And this time he really won’t let you get hurt. No mater how bad the war goes or how sick either of you get.

“Friday. 4:15. That cafe down the road.” Your cheeks flush slightly as he nods- agreeing to the date, wrapping your jacket further over yourself as you walk towards the door.

To defeat the darkness out there, you must defeat the darkness within yourself.

-Aslan

PART 1 | PART 2 | Edmund Pevensie x Fem!Reader | Request by @oceanspray5: Edmund and the reader are in an arranged marriage. Reader is sweet and tries to make the marriage work, but Edmund doesn’t know how to act with her. After an attack on the castle, things start to change between them. Word count: 2.7K

Time seemed to be moving too quickly. The reception sped by and was full of laughter, music, and a few awkward dances with Edmund. However, when the celebration ended and it was just Y/N and Edmund left alone, she wasn’t sure what to do. Y/N and Edmund made eye contact and he opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the door opening suddenly.

Susan walked in and smiled at them. “What are you two still doing here? You don’t have to clean up or anything.”

Y/N smiled back at her. “I know. I think we were both just enjoying the peace and quiet.”

Susan laughed. “Well then I’ll leave you to it.”

Susan left and the sound of the door closing echoed through the quiet room. This time Y/N began to say something. “I had a good time. I mean, I know that you’re not really happy with this whole idea of an arranged marriage but still. It was fun. I think I’ll retire to my rooms now.” Y/N turned to leave but stopped when she heard Edmund’s voice. “Wait!” She turned back to face him and he seemed unsure. “Will you… dance with me?”

Y/N laughed. She didn’t know what Edmund was going to say but she wasn’t expecting that. “There’s no music,” she said. Edmund shrugged. “That’s alright.” Y/N smiled then walked over to him, sliding her hand into his. She tensed when he placed his hand on her waist but quickly relaxed into his touch and placed her other hand on his back. The two of them swayed slowly, adding a spin every now and then. She didn’t know what had made Edmund decide to ask her to dance, but she wasn’t complaining. This was the best moment they had shared the entire night. “Thank you,” she whispered to him. He smiled and nodded. “Of course.”

He spun her one more time and Y/N smiled and sighed. “I should probably get some sleep.” Edmund nodded in understanding. “Of course. Are you comfortable?” Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. “What do you mean?” Edmund paused and thought for a moment before speaking. “Well, it’s our wedding night. So, technically I think we’re supposed to share a room.” Y/N’s eyes lit up in understanding. “Oh, right.” There was a moment of silence before she spoke again. “I forgot about that.” Edmund smiled. “Come with me.” He took her hand and led her out of the room. They went down a few hallways before stopping in front of a door. “What’s this?” Y/N asked. “Susan said it was our wedding present. I haven’t been inside of it yet.” Edmund responded. Y/N took a deep breath. “Well, then what are we waiting for?” Edmund smiled and then pushed open the door. 

They walked into the room slowly and she almost stopped breathing when she saw what was inside. Y/N quickly realized that this room was meant to be for both her and Edmund. The bed was huge and there were two large wardrobes next to each other. One was painted with pink flowers and vines as well as a large forest scene with a river running through it. Y/N instantly recognized the forest as one from her country. She had visited it often as a child. The other wardrobe had been painted with silver swords and leaves with a large lion on it. She figured that one was for Edmund. She knew he was a talented swordsman and that Aslan was a powerful figure in Narnia’s history. 

There was a desk against the wall opposite from the bed with a gold chess set sitting on top of it. In the corner, there was a small reading nook with a cozy- looking chair and a small collection of books next to it. Y/N watched as Edmund walked into a connecting room and followed him. She was once again amazed at what she saw. There was a huge window on the wall that overlooked a peaceful looking meadow and a gorgeous wood fireplace on the opposite wall. A small pallet of blankets and pillows was set up on the floor in front of the fireplace. A vanity was placed against the wall to the right with a large mirror and more makeup than Y/N would ever need. The walls were painted with beautiful nature scenes and history and a portrait of Edmund hung above the fireplace with an empty space next to it. Y/N assumed a portrait of her belonged there but she didn’t mention it. 

“This is incredible.” She finally said. Edmund laughed. “Susan really went all out.” The two stared at each other, once again falling back into silence. “I guess we should sleep?” Edmund suggested. Y/N nodded in agreement. “I suppose that would be the logical thing to do.” They wandered back into the bedroom and Y/N opened her painted wardrobe. Most of her clothes seemed to be in there and she picked out a modest nightgown. She checked to see if Edmund was looking but he seemed to be distracted by his own wardrobe so she quickly changed into the nightgown. She shut the wardrobe and quickly averted her eyes when she realized Edmund was shirtless. After a couple minutes he cleared his throat and she looked back up. She was only slightly disappointed to see that he had put a shirt on. He wore a loose white shirt with a low neck and loose black shorts. The two of them got into the bed and Edmund blew out the candle that was sitting on the bedside table. Y/N laid still in the bed, scared to move. She had never shared a bed with a boy before and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. Even though they weren’t touching, she could feel his warmth and it was comforting. As she laid in the soft bed, exhaustion overcame her quickly and she fell asleep to the feeling of Edmund’s warmth and the sound of his breath. 

After that first night, things with Edmund became easier and the two of them began to fall into a comfortable pattern. Edmund met with diplomats from other countries, trained with Peter, and generally spent his time completing his kingly duties. Y/N joined him sometimes but mostly spent her time reading, helping Susan and Lucy, or relaxing in the stables. She tried to do a good job fulfilling her role as a wife by making sure Edmund didn’t forget to eat when he got busy and keeping his desk tidy but she wasn’t sure he even noticed most times. However, she didn’t really mind that much. She knew it was just an arranged marriage for him and she tried not to expect too much from him because of that. 

Today was an interesting day because Edmund had an unusual amount of free time. He had decided he wanted to get some extra practice in with his swords and Y/N decided to read outside next to him. She kept getting distracted from her book by watching Edmund practice. It was just the two of them and he had removed his shirt to prevent himself from overheating. She watched as he gracefully swung the swords and blushed when he took a break and caught her looking at him. He smiled and walked over to her as he wiped his forehead with his shirt. “What are you reading?” He asked her. “It’s a book of poetry.” She answered. “The narrator is a girl that’s in love with a boy but he has no idea.” Edmund frowned. “That sounds sad.” Y/N smiled in response. “It is. They’re friends but he’s fallen in love with another and she’s too scared to tell him how she feels.” “Then why do you read it if it’s sad?” He asked her. “Because it’s beautiful even though it’s sad.” Edmund nodded. “I see. Well, I will try reading your book of poetry if you read an adventure book that I like.” Y/N laughed. “That sounds fair to me.” He smiled at her and then stood, brushing the dirt from his pants. “I need to go bathe after sweating this much but I’ll see you later.” Y/N smiled and waved as he walked away but her smile quickly faded as she felt this weird ache in her chest. She bit her lip when she realized the feeling was longing. She wanted Edmund to stay and talk to her longer. She shook the feeling away and went back to reading her book.

That evening, she sat next to Edmund in the Great Hall and waited for dinner to be served. He slid something across the table to her and she smiled when she saw it. It was a book with a picture of a man holding a bow and arrow on the front. “It’s called Robin Hood. I think you’ll like it.” Edmund said. “I haven’t finished my poetry yet but I promise to give it to you as soon as I’m done.” She responded. Edmund nodded and turned as food was placed in front of them. She and Edmund chatted during dinner along with Peter, Susan, and Lucy. Y/N laughed as Peter told a story of how he embarrassed himself in front of a visiting princess once. “Oh, hold on.” She said, turning to face Edmund. Y/N took her napkin and wiped at his cheek where he had a spot of food. She pulled away quickly when she realized what she was doing. “Um… thanks.” Said Edmund. “No problem.” Y/N said, embarrassed. The rest of the dinner felt awkward and when Y/N and Edmund retired to their rooms for the night, neither one of them spoke. She tried to think of something to say to ease the tension, but nothing sounded right. Y/N got into bed and Edmund followed shortly. “Goodnight.” He said, and blew out the candle. 

The next morning, Edmund was gone when Y/N woke. She sighed and got dressed quickly before leaving the room. She found Lucy and Susan in the throne room and both girls greeted her with a smile. “Good morning.” Y/N said. Susan eyed her suspiciously. “What’s wrong?” Y/N sputtered. “How do you know something’s wrong?” Susan smiled. “I can just tell. Now, come on out with it.” Y/N sighed. “Edmund and I sort of had an awkward interaction last night.” “The napkin thing?” Lucy asked. Susan elbowed Lucy in the side and Lucy cried out in pain. Y/N grimaced as she remembered how she had wiped Edmund’s face without even thinking about it. “I’m sure you two will forget about it in no time.” Susan said. Y/N nodded. “Hopefully.”

-

Edmund walked through the halls of the castle seeking Peter. He had left before Y/N was awake and he felt guilty about it but he wasn’t sure how to talk to her at the moment. He found Peter in his office and knocked on the door a couple times. “Hey Ed! Come on in.” Peter said. “Are you busy?” Edmund asked. “Not really. Trying to work out how many visitors we can receive next month. What’s going on?” Peter responded. “Nothing much. Just wanted to know if you wanted to train.” Peter shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

Peter and Edmund walked outside together, grabbing their swords from the armory on the way out. The boys immediately jumped into it, their swords clashing against each other. In between swings, Peter tried to make casual conversation. “So how are things with you and Y/N?” He asked. Edmund shrugged. “Fine, I guess.” “You two seem to be getting along well.” Peter said. “We are. I mean, she’s nice.” “That’s it?” Edmund sighed. “I don’t know what else to say.” “Okay, okay.” Peter said. He was silent after that and Edmund took a hard swing forward with his sword, knocking Peter’s out of his hand. Peter nodded appreciatively. “Nice move.” He said. Edmund nodded. “Thanks.”

“Wanna go again?” Edmund asked. “I’d love to Ed, but I have to get back to those plans. Unless you have something you want to talk about?” Peter said, raising his eyebrows at Edmund. Edmund groaned. “Fine. I don’t know how to talk to her or act around her sometimes.” “What do you mean?” Peter asked. “Well, she’s so kind and patient. She actually does things for me, but I don’t know what to do for her.” Peter listened and nodded along as Edmund spoke. “I’m nervous to say or do the wrong thing.” Edmund said. Peter smiled. “It sounds to me like you might have feelings for her.” Edmund shook his head. “No, it’s definitely not that.” “Why not?” Peter asked. “Well, because- whatever, shut up!” Edmund shoved Peter’s shoulder as his cheeks turned red. Peter laughed and started to walk away. He turned as he walked and shouted to Edmund. “Just talk to her!” Edmund rolled his eyes as Peter walked away but thought about the advice. Maybe he should just talk to her. Edmund took a deep breath and began to walk back into the castle to find her when he started to hear shouts. He quickly took off running in the direction of the screams, sword in hand.

-

Y/N looked up as she heard shouts coming from somewhere in the castle. She dropped the book she was reading, grabbed a small dagger that Edmund kept in the drawer next to the bed, and rushed out into the hallway. Freya rushed past her and Y/N grabbed her shoulders, looking into her eyes. “What’s going on?” Y/N asked her. “Men just stormed into the palace! I don’t know where they’re from, but they’re destroying everything!” Y/N and Freya flinched as they heard more screams. “Run! Hide! Be safe!” Y/N shouted to Freya as she ran in the direction of the screams. She heard Freya shouting behind her, but she didn’t turn around. She was determined to help.

She ran into the throne room and saw a man cornering a young maid. “Hey!” She called out to him. He turned to face her and she thrust her dagger upward quickly into his chest. “Run!” She said to the maid. The maid didn’t hesitate and Y/N turned quickly to find anyone else she could help. Her plan was cut short when someone grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up slightly. “What do we have here?” The man who grabbed her looked older but well fit. He was clearly strong and he seemed ruthless. He had a scar across his eye and she couldn’t tell what color his hair was because of everything that was in. She saw dirt, blood, and gray hairs. 

“Put me down!” She said, struggling to breathe with his hand around her neck. He laughed and threw her against the wall. “Y/N!” She looked up as she heard her name and saw Edmund there with a small group of soldiers. The man who had grabbed her sneered at Edmund and bowed mockingly. “Your majesty.” Edmund reacted immediately, commanding his soldiers to grab the man. But, he was too fast and scooped her up from the floor where she was laying. He put a knife to her throat and Edmund quickly held out a hand, signaling the soldiers to stop. “Let me go or I will cut her throat.” Edmund nodded. “You can leave, just don’t hurt her.” 

The man backed up to the door slowly, his knife still firmly pressed to her throat. It was starting to sting and she swore she could feel blood dripping down her neck. The man had reached the door with Y/N in tow and Edmund stared at them intensely. “Okay, just let her go now.” The man paused before speaking once more. “I don’t think so.” He stabbed her in the side and Y/N let out a small cry of pain before falling to the floor. The man rushed out and Edmund screamed to his soldiers. “After him!” He rushed to Y/N’s side and she groaned as he picked her up and set her in his lap. “You’re going to be okay, I promise.” He said. Y/N smiled, barely staying conscious. “If I die, at least it will be in your arms.” She managed out. “Nobody is dying. Do you hear me?” She couldn’t respond anymore and slowly Edmund’s voice faded away and everything went dark.

Read Part 4 HERE

A/N: Sorry for the delay in getting this part out! I’ve been really busy at school but thank you to everyone who has expressed their love for this series! I believe I’m going to do one more part and then an epilogue so stay tuned for that!

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Edmund Pevensie x female!reader Request

Word cohnt:1.4k

Warnings:none, Canon typical violence

Requested by: JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad

Summary: You're scared that Edmund might never be the same after he returns from the white Witch...

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I sat down near the tent, trying to catch my breath. Learning how to handle a sword was not particularly easy, especially not when Peter was your teacher.

I breathed in deeply and took a sip of my water as I let my mind wander.

I looked up and saw Aslan and Edmund on the hill, the two of them had been talking a lot since we saved Edmund, but he somehow still wasn't the same as before.