#pevensie

"Peter, please don't get into any more fights today. Let's just get home." Susan ushered her brother away from the groups of boys that were also getting out of school and were loitering around the train station.

Since coming back to the city, Peter seemed to be going through some anger issues. His siblings were well aware of him picking many fights with any boys that either accidentally bumped into him or found amusement in how easily he got agitated.

Peter was always the one with a good head on his shoulders, but nothing felt right anymore. Not since leaving Narnia and losing their entire adult identities and then Aslan seeming to be truly gone. Right when they needed him most.

While his sibling understood, they also couldn't handle seeing the usual voice of reason fall easily into a dark hole of his own anger. It hurt them, too.

Peter scoffed, wanting to argue back. 

But they were right, they should try to just get home without any more bruises on Peter’s face (or Ed’s, who had to get him out of those situations often and suffered the consequences). He let his siblings sit at the train station's bench in peace, leaving any possible school boys from facing his wrath to go by unscathed.

The train approached with its loud sound, blowing their scarves and people's newspapers away. As they stood up and entered the carriage, Peter took a second to glance around.

That's when he saw you.

It was like ocean waves had poured over him and refreshed him. Where his heart did not clench with anger or loss. He felt something different, something new.

Edmund was saying something about his new torch, but he didn't know what because his eyes were locked on you.

Like a beam had stricken him, you turned to him in slow motion and locked your eyes onto his. You smiled softly, before turning back out the small window.

Susan was now mentioning something about a boy that had been trying to talk to her since last week. But again, Peter didn't register anything she was saying. Because you turned to look at him yet again. Smiling with that smile of yours that seemed to beam a light only a setting Narnian sun could.

You didn't seem like anyone he's ever met, but you were wearing the all girls uniform that Susan and Lucy wore. You seemed to be around Susan's age, too. 

Your hair was beautiful, your eyes were too, your lips the perfect shape and-

"Peter....Peter!" Edmund's voice rang out, his finger snapping in front of his face. That finally got him out of his daze and he turned to look at the concerned faces of his brother and sisters. 

"Are you okay? You completely blanked out there." 

Edmund knew his brother was going through some things, but this is the first time he'd ever seen Peter this unfocused.

"It's nothing, Ed. Just leave it. What were you guys on about?" He attempted to listen to what they were saying again. He realized Susan was asking him and Edmund to get more information about the guy who kept trying to flirt with her.

While he was listening, his eyes found themselves caught in yours again. 

It was like a dance of eyes, a gentle waltz Peter might have found himself dancing during a gala at Cair Paravel. Yours looked to his and his to yours, before looking away again. Then the dance began again.

A few train stops passed before you began getting up from your seat. His heart almost sank at the idea of never seeing you again but was distracted when you walked towards him, smiling.

You barely brushed past him as you stepped off the train. His eyes followed you as much as they could before you got lost in the crowd of people entering the train. He finally seemed to hear the voices of his siblings fully.

"She’s in one of my classes you know?" Susan's voice rang out.

Susan was always observant. 

No matter what, she'd notice a change in things. And when she noticed all she was seeing of her brother was the side of his face, she knew he was looking at something else. Well, someone.

While you had only ever spoken as acquaintances, she knew you to be a kind and quiet girl.

Totally not what she expected to catch her brother's attention, but she wasn't against it.

Peter didn't say anything in response, and Susan decided not to pry. The last thing she wanted was for Peter to back out from liking this girl, it was the first time in a while the wrinkle between his eyebrows had softened.

The next day, Peter decided he'd wait for Susan and Lucy outside their school. Totally not as a means to catch a glance at you...their school was just across the street from Edmund and his.

Very conveniently.

"Why do we have to wait here? We could just wait outside the train station. Isn't it a bit weird to wait outside an all girls school?" Edmund sighed, whining softly.

"Because..." Peter began, trying to think of a good excuse. Somehow, he managed to make a believable one, "Maybe Susan won't get flirted with by the boy she doesn't like." 

‘Good lie’, he had to admit to himself.

And Edmund seemed to take it without question as he scoffed, fiddling with his school bag, for once he didn't choose to object.

Girls were leaving the school, but all he was looking for was a glimpse of your hair, your eyes, anything.

Finally, from atop the school's steps you descended. Like yesterday your eyes seemed to magnetize together, even from the distance you kept watch of one another.

You couldn't help but smile again as the handsome blonde stood in front of your school. You didn't want to flatter yourself by believing he was waiting for you, but it seemed that way.

As you slowly approached, he found himself frozen. And as you reached him, you remained frozen in front of him too.

"Hi." You mustered, continuing to smile at him.

"Hi...." Peter felt like he wasn't breathing at all when he heard your voice. It was as lovely as he imagined. "I saw you on the train yesterday…"

His tense sounding voice made you chuckle, you nodded in affirmation, "I saw you too...you were standing with Susan, she's in my class."

Your voice seemed to make an implication about Susan. You had to admit that Susan was very beautiful, and wouldn't be surprised if she'd had a handsome boyfriend from the all boys school across the street.

"And my other brother and sister." Peter quickly corrected you, making sure you understood that Susan was his sister, and nothing more. The idea of the appearance of something more made him want to yack.

"So they are all your siblings?" You said, peeking over his shoulder to the dark headed boy you had also seen with him. Edmund was also curiously peeking between you and Peter as you spoke. He made a small gesture in acknowledgement, but didn't want to come between his brother's flirting.

"They are." He confirmed, chuckling. Tucking his hands in his pants, he wanted to seem collected, totally not nervous at the way you looked up at him. 

"Maybe…do you want to walk with us to the train station?" He suggested, licking his lips out of nerves.

You seemed to beam, surprised he was brave enough to ask you to walk together after seeming so nervous to even stand in front of you.

"I would love that- um..." You seemed to pause, realizing you hadn't even introduced each other.

"-Peter." He finished, smiling.

"I would love that, Peter. Thank you." Introducing yourself, you waited for Susan and Lucy, who quickly joined you not long after.

After each sibling had introduced themselves (minus Susan, who you already knew), you began the short walk to the train station.

You could see them all exchanging glances before speeding up, seeming to purposefully give you and Peter some space to talk. And Peter, who stood beside you, seemed to slow down as to have the time to talk with you.

“Where are you from?” Peter couldn't help but be curious about you. Since when were you around, and why did it take him so long to have you in his sight.

“I'm from here, I moved back from the countryside at the start of the school year. The war and all.”

Peter definitely understood that, and he found himself nodding along.

“What about you?” 

“From here too…Finchley.”

You nodded too, it seemed you had something in common already. Two teens affected by war.

You glanced at him, and he somehow appeared more mature than anyone you'd seen before. Something seemed to lie beneath the surface of him, you got the feeling he had a heart of gold.

“Your scarf is all messed up, are you not cold?” 

Peter had to feel a little taken aback, but at the same time, he found it adorable that it was the first thing you pointed out about him.

“No, I'm not cold…are you cold?”

You giggled at his response, shaking your head. To which he smiled.

“But maybe your scarf would look better when it's fixed up.” You abruptly stopped in front of the train station, and instead turned to fix his scarf. You straightened it out before gently tucking one end over his shoulder.

As you finished, your hands laid at his shoulders, looking him right in the eyes, as if you were truly trying to see his soul. Your eyes reflected the light like waves that crashed slowly into the shores around Cair Paravel’s. The setting sun seemed to be in them, even if you were actually just in front of an average London train station.

Again, Peter felt that wave over him, calm. His heart skipped a beat at the mere presence of you being near him.

“You have beautiful eyes.” 

Your compliment struck him, and he could've damn well gone to Aslan's Country right then and there.

“Yeah well, so are yours.”

His compliment also seemed to strike you, as you smiled and shook your head.

“We're going to miss the train, Peter!” Edmund's voice rang from within the train station. This snapped both of you out of your puppy love induced haze, before trying to catch up. Your hands seemed to naturally find themselves tangled together.

At the train station you passed many boys and girls with the same school uniform as you and the Pevensies. For once, Peter actually, genuinely, hoped no one would try and start something with him.

For once, he didn’t feel angry or sad enough to think recklessly.

As you stood by him and the other Pevensie siblings, he felt the tug of your hand…you were getting pulled back.

“Why are you hanging out with him?”

A male voice, strangely familiar, rang out as the train pulled up and as he turned to look at you, he saw a boy in the same uniform as him holding onto your arm. He didn’t look too happy to see Peter at all.

“He’s a friend…he offered me a walk to the train with his siblings. I didn’t think you’d show.” You looked at the boy with a curious look, then glanced at Peter. “Do you know him?”

Peter was utterly confused, and so were the other Pevensies, who were hoping they wouldn’t miss their train for another possible fight Peter could get into. But Peter couldn’t help but feel his heart clenching, his chest felt strange seeing the other boy holding you.

“Who are you?” Peter’s tone was laced with annoyance, mostly because the boy had grabbed you abruptly. He wasn’t even sure if you were familiar with him either.

“This is my sister, Pevensie…and you.” He looked at you, and then right into Peter’s eyes. “He’s the boy that gave me the black eye a few weeks ago, you shouldn’t hang out with the likes of him.”

The words clicked in Peter’s head.

The boy, your brother. He’d had a rage a few weeks prior, and ended up accidentally punching the poor bloke in the eye when he was getting held back from punching another bloke who he’d gotten in an argument with. He hadn’t gotten the chance to apologize.

“Peter…wouldn’t.” You looked at Peter, but the look in your eyes wasn’t the same as before. You had to remind yourself that you didn’t actually know him, not really.

“Would you?”

Peter’s heart fell to the bottom of his stomach.

“No, you don’t understand it was a-”

“-Peter. The train.” Susan was now grabbing his arm. She already knew the situation would not end well at all. And their mother had already told them not to come home late like the other times Peter had gotten into fights. The conductor was already calling for the doors.

“No! It was a misunderstanding!” Peter pushed himself towards you, but your brother held you back. 

He didn’t have the time. It seemed he never had time anymore, it always slipped away.

With a sigh, he let himself get pulled into the train by Susan. Lucy and Edmund seemed quite wordless. Susan, like she normally did when Peter got into any altercations, had a concerned face.

“I told you those fights wouldn’t get you anywhere good.” Susan began, sighing as she looked out the window. She saw and your brother speaking as the train began to move.

Peter couldn’t object. It was quite a silent ride back home.

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The next day, Peter was determined to make it right with you, and your brother.

He found himself waiting outside your school with Edmund again. Ed had thankfully agreed to play mediator, seeing as he was known for being the just one. He also wanted his brother to look as happy as he had holding your hand the day before.

You again, appeared before Susan and Lucy did. You seemed more reluctant to spot him than you had previously.

Still, you had the urge to approached him and you followed those instincts.

“Hello Peter.” Your greeting was still polite, and still, his heart softened at the sound of your voice.

“I wanted to apologize. Truly.” He sighed, looking down at his feet. Your eyes seemed too sincere to look into at this moment. “I’ve been very angry lately. I lost a lot of things. I took it out on people and your brother was accidentally someone who was unfairly affected by that. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt him. I’ll try and gain his trust if that’s what it takes, but I’d really like to be your friend.” Peter had to take a deep inhale before finishing. “When I first saw you…it was the first time I didn’t feel angry anymore.”

As he finally looked up at you, your lips were turning up the slightest bit. It was clear that you weren’t one to hold a grudge too easily. Especially when it was such an honest apology.

“I knew you had a heart of gold, Peter Pevensie.”

You smiled up at him for a moment before looking around for a moment- maybe seeing if your brother would come in and stop you from speaking to him again anytime like he had the day before.

“Honestly, I was worried you wouldn’t show up today. But I think you’ve proved to have a lot of courage to show up and apologize. I want to really be your friend too.”

With that, you lightly tugged at his sleeve, forcing his hand out of his pocket and into yours.

“You can further apologize by walking me to the train…we can talk to my brother tomorrow. How’s that?”

Peter found himself smiling a smile unlike any other before.

“I don’t mind waiting a bit to get into your brother’s good graces.” He joked, clutching your hand out of pure joy. 

Like perfect timing, Susan and Lucy joined you all- exchanging smiles of relief with Edmund, who had beared witness to the entire exchange and quickly caught them up as they once again walked a good few feet ahead from you and Peter. 

“Sister, if you keep this up the King is never gonna want you.” He said laughing while holding you to steady yourself. You look at him half blank, half annoyed. “Yes I am sure out of all the possible situations in the world, tripping in the woods would be THE reason for King Edmund to not be interested in me.” You slap his arm as he tries to help you and you resume your path. “Anyways, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You and the High King Peter assigned me and Edmund to go deeper into the base to explore, to see if we find something useful, right? So, naturally, my question is, why the hell would you do that to me?”

Caspian pulls an arm around your shoulder while he walks with you, “why dear sister, here I thought I was doing you a favor? You obviously like the King and he obviously likes you back so why not spend some time with each other, together eh?”

You nod your head and squint your eyebrows sarcastically. “You know, that is a great idea! How about you send me to uncles castle and we can die there, together eh?”

Caspian looks at you suprised. “I don’t understand?” You roll your eyes, “clearly.”

“Brother tell me, have you maybe noticed how I act around the King?” Y/N asked while they were now on the big meadow in front of their base. As narrator, I have to agree with Y/N. With the handsome dark haired King around her, her head gets all blurry and it is hard for her to think. Although she really likes him she starts being more sarcastic than she already is when she sees his big brown eyes. With Caspian not taking your nervousness seriously and High King Peter actually adoring the thought of his little brother and Y/N, there was nothing to be done.

So you and King Edmund were now in the underground, exploring, dying (Just kidding, only you were, out of nervousness). Edmund was holing up his flashlight to look around, while you were holding a regular torch. You guys didn’t actually talk a lot because your brother was right, the King liked you back so naturally he was pretty nervous too.

“King Ed-” congratulations, you started chocking on your own saliva not even having spoken two words! You cough a little so your voice would come back. “I apologize, King Edmund. I was just wondering why your thing is a lot brighter than mine.” Edmund looked at you and chuckles, which warmed your heart and made your cheeks slightly pink, not that it mattered because it was too dark anyways.

“It’s a flashlight. It has batteries in it, it’s actually hard to explain.” He said scratching his neck. You just nod and kick yourself mentally for even bringing it up. As you two walk further you come across a kind of door frame. There was the frame but no door and in the room behind it was heavy blue lighting, shining though the ceiling, which was of course the moon. You both walked in and not even a minute later a heavy metal door was falling in to the frame. Both your heads turn immediately and you run up to the door.

“No, no, no, no. No please open, please don’t noo…..” you whine while hitting and punching the door to get out. As you realize that the door doesn’t actually open you drop your head with closed eyes.

“I didn’t realize it is such a burden for you to be alone with me.” Edmund said in a sarcastic voice while he just continued walking into the room, which was by the way massive. Not really a room, more like a cave. You turn your head to Edmund and then you started walking after him. “Your Highness I apologize deeply, again. It is not a burden being with you. It is just…” He turns around to look at you, you both standing pretty close to each other while he looks you deep in the eyes. You look back into his and you start giggling covering your mouth. Edmund lifted an eyebrow at you but before he could respond you heard a loud sound coming from the cave.

Both of you slowly walk into the direction where you heard the sound coming from. “I think you should go and look.” You say standing on your tip toes to get a better look from afar.

“Me?” Edmund says also looking into the dark in front of him.

“Mhm.”

“I think it would be better if you went.” Edmund said.

“Funny, because I don’t agree with your opinion in the slightest.”

He turns to you with an intimitating look. “Your Highness.” You add.

Edmund breathes out heavily and starts walking up ahead. The further he goes the more he disappeared until nothing was left but darkness again. You started to kind of freak out in your head, because what’s being worse than being alone with Edmund in a cave is being alone with dead Edmund in a cave.

“Your Highness? Your Majesty? King Edmund?” You yell into the dark not getting an answer back. It would be an understatement saying that you were shitting your pants at this point. But you completely lost it when something tabbed your shoulder, your screamed as loud as you could throwing a punch at Edmund. Yes your read that right, the thing tabbing your shoulder was Edmund who was actually excited to prank you a little bit but now he was just holding his eye while tumbling back. “OW!” He yelled painfully while kind of falling and sitting on the ground. You run up to him and kneel beside him.

“I am so sorry my lord! I didn't see you! I thought it was something that wants to murder me, I was looking out for you and you didn’t come back, I got so scared without you so, oh please my King forgive me. I didn’t mean to really!” You keep rambling about how you are sorry while pulling a beautiful lace handkerchief out of your small satchel. You put some water onto it, also from your satchel and you start to lightly tab it on to the kings, now blue, eye. He hisses at first and moved away because of his reflexes but lets it happen right after. His eyes are closed while sitting there with you, you try to cool his eyes while no one was talking. You were deeply ashamed having punched the love of your life, I mean the king. (obviously)

“First you can’t bare being in one room with me alone and now you punch me in the face, you must really hate me.” He laughs a little still eyes closed. You take his hand with both of your hands, your words desperate. “Oh no, no your Highness. Quite the opposite really! I, in fact like you so much that I am strongly ashamed of myself. I’ve never been so ashamed in my life my lord, I mean it. Around you my head gets dizzy and I don’t know what to do or how to speak, what to say or how to act. I didn’t want to be in a room with you because I was afraid I was going to mess this up, which I obviously did. I don’t expect you to forgive me for I have done such a terrible thing.”

Silence. Deafening silence. Edmund opened his left eye (the good one) and looks up to you. (You kneeling and him sitting you were above him)

“You always hit people in the face you ‘like so much’?” He asks mockingly and you look blankly at him with your eyes building up some tears. When he sees your tears his face changes, he sits up and cups your face with his warm hands. He removes your tears with his thumbs repeatedly because you just wouldn’t stop crying.

“Y/N now I have to apologize. I was insensitive, I shouldn’t have mocked you about your feelings. Please stop crying, I can hardly see your beautiful eyes.”

Your heart stopped beating and you died on the spot, at least that’s what it felt like. “My what?” You said almost whispering, having stopped crying immediately and just looking blankly into Edmunds face. He smiled a little while holding your face softly.

“Your beautiful eyes, I always love looking at them. Just like the rest of you actually… I really like looking at you. Does that sound awkward? It does, doesn’t it?” He says dropping his arms while staring at the very interesting stone floor.

“Your Highness, I like looking at you a lot too.” You say smiling and he looks up at you again. He really wanted to keep staring into your eyes but for some unknown reason his eyes started to look at your lips instead. He took your face into his hands again to pull you closer and just before your lips were touching, he looked at you again, asking permission. You smiled and closed the distance between you.

Both of your eyes were closed, I mean his anyways because you hit him but still. You put one of your hands on his shoulder while moving the other one to cup his hand that is still cupping your face. It was just a peck but when he was about to pull away, you pulled him back in. This time moving your lips against his. Edmund was smiling widely into the passionate kiss while moving one hand down your neck. Without realizing it you climb onto his lab and kiss him faster now, both of your breathing sped up and you could hardly keep your hands to yourself. He actually bit your lip and you moaned a little into his mouth, that’s when you pulled away.

You looked at each other breathing fast, hair messy and unable to speak. Edmund tho was the first to say something. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I went too far.” You shook your head. “No that is not it. It’s just I mean, it’s not really romantic here.” You say laughing a little and he starts laughing with you. Both of you helped each other up, having hearts in all three of your eyes.

Edmund told you then that when he went into the dark he actually came back through the dark, meaning it was kind of a loop.

“Are you saying we are trapped in here forever?!” You exclaim looking shocked.

“I don’t know, it seems to be some sort of magic, we could climb the wall but I don’t know if we fit through the holes.” He says looking up at the ceiling.

“Your Highness, no offense but even if I wanted to I couldn’t climb these walls, any walls for that matter.”

“Edmund.” He says not looking away from the ceiling.

“Excuse me?” You ask back.

“It’s Edmund, not ‘your Highness’.”

“How about, my love?” You ask chuckling and he looks at you blankly.

“Or not, it was just a thou-” you couldn’t finish your sentence because Edmunds lips pecked yours smiling. “I would like that very much, my queen.” He says kissing your cheek.

You couldn’t say anything because another voice appeared. “Edmund? Y/N? Are you in there?” You hear King Peter yelling from the other side of the metal door. Edmund rushed over to the door and yelled back. “Yes Peter, we are in here! Do you think you can open the door from outside?” Not having even finished, the door went up and on the other side were Peter and Caspian smiling.

“You idiot! You planned all of this didn’t you!” You yelled at your brother, storming to him and hitting his arm. He tries to shield himself with his hands while he was laughing. “So what it worked, didn’t it?”

“How did you use magic?” Edmund asked his brother.

“What are you talking about?” Peter said confused.

“The cave, it brought me back when I tried to walk further.” Peter started to laugh, “no offense brother but I think you might have lost your orientation in there blaming it on some magic." Edmund just scoffed and turned to his left.

“Oh god, Edmund what happened to your eye!” Peter asked worried wanting to touch Edmunds eye softly but Edmund slapped Peters hand away. “Y/N punched me.” On command, Caspian hit your arm hard. “OW! What was that for!?” You exclaimed while holding your arm. “How dare you punch the king of Narnia! You should apologize!” Caspian answers with a joking angry face. “Oh I’ll apologize all right!” So you and your brother actually started hitting each other or something.