Carving [newt]

carving [newt]

word count: 1346

pairing: newt x reader (maze runner)

warnings: n/a

a/n: first maze runner imagine, let me know what you thought!

request:  Hi! How about a tmr Newt x reader where she carves her and his name into a tree somewhere in the deadheads and he finds it and it's just fluffy? Thx! (requested by @technolilly)

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being trapped in the glade was something you’d grown accustomed to. it wasn’t good, by any means, but it wasn’t necessarily bad either. there was always moments that you wished you were living a real life, with memories and all, but there were also times that you simply accepted your life as it is and pushed through with a smile. 

after two months inside the massive stone walls surrounding you, you had lost all hope of leaving and instead, found a strange sense of comfort in the glade. there was nothing that could be done to get you out, so you managed to come to terms with your situation; this was your home, and it always would be.

some greenies found themselves curious of what lies beyond the safety of the glade. most immediately tried to make a break for the opening sectors, only to be knocked down and warned otherwise. 

you however, had never once found yourself questioning what horrors were behind those walls. you’d been told by multiple people that it was a dangerous place, and that was that. you weren’t a curious person, so you accepted that answer and moved on with your life

today you were meant to be working with newt as a trackhoe today, but newt asked you first to collect some dirt in the deadheads as they had been running low and there wasn’t much else for you to do. you happily obliged; you loved spending time there. 

though some found it strange, it was your only escape from the mess that was your home. you got along with mostly everyone, though at times it was quite overwhelming and all you wanted to do was get away and have some time to yourself. the deadheads was the quietest place in the glade, so it only seemed fit.

you carried the basket deep into the woods, into the clearing in which you spent your free time. you didn’t necessarily have to go this deep in to get some simple fertilizer, though you knew newt was only looking for something to assign you and you were in no rush. your heart fluttered at the thought of him, a small smile creeping onto your face as you slid down the tree, leaning your back against it. 

you see, ever since you arrived in the glade, you and newt have been as close as could be. he was your best friend, hands down. you ate every meal together, and when he was assigned as a trackhoe, you spent every working day together making jokes and laughing (and working of course, he did have a responsibility as second in command). 

though you’d only been in the glade for a short amount of time, you began to have more than platonic feelings for your best friend. cliche, yes, but it was hard not to fall for someone who cares so much about you, especially when you had no recollection of anything from your past.

in a daze, you picked up a sharp stone and hazily began to carve his name into the tree. you took your time, carefully drawing each line with precision and delicacy, and underneath writing a small ‘+’ and your name underneath that. 

it took much longer than you anticipated, but as you leaned back to look at the final product, you smiled contently. you got up, figuring you should probably head back to the gardens. 

you skipped over to newt, a bright smile on your face as you pictured the perfectly carved picture indented in your favourite spot. newt saw you and smiled, before a confused expression crossed his features. “y/n, where’s the basket of fertilizer?” you looked down at your empty hands, blushing bright red when you realized you’d left it in the deadheads. 

you flashed newt a guilty smile, and he sighed, shaking his head with a small smile present on his features. “you are unbelievable. it’s almost lunch, you can just go help frypan serve everyone and i’ll go grab the basket.” you agreed, not thinking much of it, and making your way to the kitchens.

newt knew exactly where he was going; there was only one big clearing in the deadheads, and he knew you liked to spend your time alone there. he didn’t ever bother your space, though seeing as it was you and you were very simple-minded, there was no doubt in his mind that he would find the basket there. he pushed through the trees, stepping over countless branches before he arrived. he spotted the basket to the side of the clearing, already full and resting by a tree. 

he made his way over, picking up the basket, but something about the tree caught his eye. “strange.” he muttered, putting it down and moving to get a better look. ‘newt + y/n’ was engraved into the tree, and his breath hitched in his throat. you must’ve carved it when you came out here, because he was sure he would’ve seen that sooner if it had been there longer. 

a small blush rose to his cheeks as he scanned the perfectly carved wood, and the small hope you might’ve felt the same towards him, intensified. a sudden burst of courage ran through the boy, and he swiftly picked up the basket, making his way to the gardens, a newfound determination in his eyes.

you had finally served all the gladers their meals when newt walked in, making his way straight over to you. “can we eat outside?” he asked, slightly out of breath. you were slightly taken aback by the sudden question, but smiled and agreed nonetheless. you both grabbed your meals and made your way to the hammocks to sit. 

an awkward silence had fallen over you two, and you weren’t used to it. he had something to say, that much was obvious to you. you sat in hammocks across from each other, you looking at him expectantly. 

“is everything okay newt? you-” you started, but he was quick to interrupt you. 

“why did you carve our names into that tree in the deadheads?” you blinked, processing his question, before your cheeks heated up. 

“i, uh” you stuttered, not really knowing how to answer. newt was looking at you with something different in his eyes, an emotion you hardly recognized. 

“well?” he asked, impatiently. the red on your cheeks darkened, and newt took that as a good sign. he stood, putting his platter on the ground before making his way over to you, and without warning, pressed his lips to yours softly. you responded immediately, kissing back just as delicately, though you both expressed much passion through the kiss.

“why didn’t you just say something?” newt whispered, pulling back only enough to look you in your eyes. 

“why didn’t you?” you shot back, a challenging smirk present on your lips, despite the earlier embarrassment. 

“i suppose it doesn’t really matter now.” he started, “oh, and by the way, you look really cute when you’re blushing.” a boyish grin made its way onto his face, causing you to shove him gently. newt was quick to catch himself, leaning in to capture your lips once again. he had waited too long for this, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to waste this moment. 

you pulled back, “you know, alby is never going to let me work in the gardens again.” you laughed, and he only shook his head in laughter. 

“way to ruin the moment.” he grumbled, but he couldn't bring himself to be too angry with you. 

“well, we could stay here and keep kissing, or we could run now before someone catches us.” you pointed to the waves of boys exiting the kitchens, newt pouting. “come on, lover boy. we’ve got work to do.” you tugged gently on his hand, pulling him back towards the gardens. 

this may have been your last day working together, but you were going to make it count. you spent the rest of the day goofing off with newt, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

surprises [p.p]

word count: 1.9k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: angst -> fluff, minor cursing

a/n: exams are finally over, sorry for the hiatus!

request: Hi, can i request like a peter pevensie one where it’s the reader’s bday, thanks! ( requested by anon )

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*italics are the past.*

you sat in the silence of the library, book in hand, trying to pull your thoughts away from your breaking heart. you should’ve known better than to assume peter would take the day off to celebrate with you, he was the high king after all.

he was always busy, what possibly made you think today would be any different?

when you’d woken up that morning, peter had already been gone. you laid in bed for twenty minutes, hoping he’d eventually come to see you and wish you a happy birthday, but you were let down as he didn’t return to your shared room.

when you’d finally dressed and proceeded down to breakfast, he was nowhere to be found either. his siblings all smiled at you, though none acknowledged the importance of the date.

you’d asked edmund where peter was, and he’d brushed you off saying he had a meeting. you forced a smile and pretended as though they hadn’t forgotten anything, though inside you felt like you’d been stabbed in the heart.

so now, staring at the blurred text of the novel you were trying to read, you groaned in frustration and tossed it to the side.

you finally gave into the dread filling you, letting the tears fall freely, tugging your knees to your chest. you loved the peace of the library, and it had become a safe place for you.

only you and edmund truly ever came here and he had told you earlier he’d be busy all day with his duties, so you weren’t worried about being caught.

you couldn’t be bothered to contain your sobs. you couldn’t believe not one of them remembered your birthday.

you didn’t want to make a huge deal about the day anyways, you really weren’t one for large parties. a simple wish would’ve been nice from at least one of the pevensies, and one of them in particular would’ve been more than enough.

ever since you’d arrived in narnia, the four had taken you in without hesitation. you had gotten along well with edmund, and lucy immediately, though susan and peter were more harsh with you.

it was understandable at first, you were a stranger they were welcoming into their home. it didn’t take long for susan to warm up to you and you two became close quite quickly after that, though it was a bit different for peter.

he would ignore you at dinners, scoff when you would comment on war issues he and edmund would discuss with you and his sisters, roll his eyes when you offered him a smile and overall treat you horribly. until you confronted him about it one night.

“.. and then i told him i wasn’t interested, and he still followed me around!” susan retold, and you all chuckled in response. she fake-gagged at the memory, and you smiled sympathetically.

“my, he sounds awful.” you commented, and susan nodded in agreement. she opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off with a scoff. you all turned to peter, who was glaring at you. “is everything alright, peter?” you asked, confused.

“no! can’t you take anything seriously? honestly, it’s getting quite annoying.” he spat, and you took a step back in shock. tears sprung into your eyes, and for a moment you glanced up at him, your blurry eyes meeting his hard ones. you were sure you watched his expression soften, but you shook your head stubbornly.

“i’m sorry.” you whispered, turning around swiftly and leaving the room. you were almost at your room when you heard his voice yelling after you.

“y/n! wait!” he called, and you stopped abruptly, crossing your arms over your chest and spinning to face him. apparently he was running, and unable to stop in time, he came barreling into you, knocking you both over. he quickly grabbed your waist, flipping you just in time so he took the impact of the fall rather than you.

you both groaned, and you looked down at peter with wide eyes. “what the hell was that?” you breathed, and he just chuckled in response. you furrowed your brows, until you realised you were practically straddling his waist. blushing furiously, you scrambled to stand up, him following.

“i’m sorry for being so rude to you. i’m not exactly accustomed to talking to pretty girls.” peter mumbled, and you both froze as he realized what he’d said. “i mean, yes, you’re very pretty, but i don’t think of you like that, well, i mean do like you but - shit.” peter stumbled over his words, sighing in defeat when he knew there was no taking back what he said.

“you think i’m pretty?” you asked, softly. you met his eyes, and it was then that you thought his cheeks were likely even more red than your own. peter shied away, nodding. you had never seen the high king so quiet. stepping forward, you gently tugged his chin, pulling him to face you.

“you could’ve just said so instead of being so mean you know.” you smiled, leaning forward and connecting your lips.

since that day, you and peter had become the closest of friends, and a few weeks later, you’d become an official couple, unshockingly to his siblings.

“it was so obvious, he never takes his eyes off of you. i’m just surprised he was brave enough to do something about it.” edmund had scoffed, and you had never felt so at home with anyone. they were your family.

which is why you supposed it hurt so much that none of them remembered your birthday. you’d told them multiple times, and lucy had even promised to write it into her calendar.

you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to calm down. it was still your birthday, and you were going to make the most of the rest of the day.

you slipped back into your shared room with peter, cleaning yourself up and fixing your disheveled appearance before making your way down the hall.

you hadn’t seen anyone around, and the few servants you had seen had been talking in hushed whispers, and ran when they caught sight of you. how strange.

you were making your way to the garden when lucy came bounding out of nowhere, scaring you half to death.

“hey, y/n!” she exclaimed, bubbly as usual. “wanna come to the beach with me? susan told me to go away, and the boys are in meetings. i’m bored!” she acted dramatically, causing you to giggle.

you really had nothing better to do, and you figured the beach was the best way to let loose. “sure, lucy. let’s go.” you made your way to the beach, both joking and laughing.

you weren’t sure how long you two spent down by the water, but by the time you were drying off, the sun had begun to set.

“we should probably head back now.” you said, and lucy smiled, nodding. there was a hint of something other than innocence in her expression, but you brushed it off. surely it was just your imagination.

lucy lead you into the castle, you both making your way back to your rooms.

“wait here, i just need to ask someone to clean my chambers tonight.” she told you, and you agreed, waiting patiently as she quickly conversed with the servant. they spoke quietly, and you were suddenly getting the suspicion you were missing something.

before you could think further, lucy came back over.

“wonderful, they also told me dinner's almost ready. i’m going to fix my hair up - would you like to come?” she offered, and you accepted, following her up to her chambers.

you both sat in silence as you fixed up your appearance, which got a bit messy with the wind. when you both felt you looked much more reasonable, you returned down to the dining hall. you went to open the door, but lucy was quick to stop you.

“wait - i don’t know if they’re ready yet!” she exclaimed, and you furrowed your brows.

“lucy, what are you on about? you’ve been acting strange all day, what is going on?” you demanded, and she looked like a deer in the headlights. she began to stutter incomprehensible words, when the doors opened, edmund peeking his head out, winking at lucy.

she huffed in relief, taking your hand and tugging you inside the uncharacteristically dark room. “what the-” you whispered, but were cut off by the bright light that swiftly filled the room as the curtains were simultaneously pulled open.

“surprise! happy birthday y/n!” everyone screamed, jumping out from behind various objects in the room. you squealed in surprise, stepping back a bit as your wide eyes scanned the intricately decorated room.

all of your friends; susan, edmund, tumnus, lucy.. everyone was here. you were about to comment when a pair of familiar hands came from behind and covered your eyes.

“surprise.” he whispered, and a large smile crossed your face as you wiggled out of his grip, and spun around to face him. his hands slid down to your waist in response, and you couldn’t contain your joy.

“did you do all of this?” you asked gleefully, and he shrugged.

“with a bit of help from susan, admittedly.” he smiled innocently, and you shook your head at him. “oh come on, you didn’t really think i’d forget your birthday, did you?” he asked playfully, and you shrugged.

“i hoped not.” you smirked, leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the lips, very aware of all the eyes on the two of you. “let’s party!” you exclaimed, and a wave of cheers followed. the fawns began playing their instruments, the sound echoing off the beautiful walls and peter gently grabbed your hand, pulling you into a dance.

the rest of the party was filled with laughter and pure joy. you were sure the night couldn’t have gone better.

at the end of the night, peter lead you to your shared room, his arm never leaving your waist. “you know, i never did give you your present.” peter muttered gently closing the door behind him.

you turned to him, brow quirked in curiosity. you watched as he took in a shaky breath, his normal confidence suddenly disappearing, just like it had the night he told you he liked you.

“y/n, ever since you’ve arrived in narnia, you’ve had an undeniable effect on me. i’m in love with you, truly. i don’t know what i’d do without you.” peter started, and your curiosity quickly turned into confusion, but you didn’t interrupt him.

“i’m the high king - speeches are meant to be natural to me. there’s something about you though, you have me tongue tied and i can barely form full sentences around you.” he met your eyes, and there was a determination in them like you’d never seen before.

with a sudden surge of confidence, peter moved to stand in front of you, slowly lowering onto one knee. you gasped, suddenly very aware of what was happening and tears sprung to your eyes at the thought.

“i don’t want to ramble on, so i’m just going to ask - y/n l/n, will you marry me?” he pulled out a beautiful golden ring, one that very closely resembled his crown.

you shakingly smiled, a single tear falling as you nodded vigorously. “yes, peter. a thousand times yes.” you whispered, and he slid the ring on your finger.

swiftly standing up, he lifted you with ease, spinning you dramatically and pulling you down into a passionate kiss. “i love you, peter pevensie.” you whispered, beaming.

“i love you too, y/n pevensie.” you shook your head at his words, but instead of arguing that you weren’t yet a pevensie, you pulled him into another kiss.

because you really liked the sound of it.

titles [e.p]

word count: 2.4k

pairing: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: its kinda long

a/n: this was over 2.4k words and i hadn’t even got the whole request in, if you want a part 2 (it will be the angsty part) please let me know!

request: Edmund who has a crush or best friend that really likes him, but they keep lying about who they are in order to try and get his attention/affection? and then Edmund finds out about it? figured a little angst would be appropriate for our angsty boy 😂

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as king, edmund had his fair share of responsibilities. sometimes that included visiting other lands in an effort to form a treaty or a trade with those lands to help benefit narnia. usually, susan was the one to travel and negotiate with the other lands; she was much better at bartering than the rest of the pevensies. 

today she was meant to visit archenland, one of the closest allies, to re-negotiate a treaty the country seemed unfair. she was ill, however, and because her trip was already planned, edmund was forced to go in her place.

he didn’t really mind the travelling; being cooped up in the castle for months at a time wasn’t healthy by any means, and he did enjoy the sight seeing he got to witness on trips like these. besides, archenland wasn’t too far of a travel, and he was sure getting out and visiting the land would be good for him. 

the travels passed much quicker than he anticipated, and soon enough, he arrived at the castle.

you were in your room, preparing for the arrival of queen susan of narnia. you had met her before, and the two of you had become quite close friends. you were excited to see her again, and put on your most casual gown. 

you were assigned to collect susan and bring her to her room, and help her adjust into your kingdom. though you were a princess, you told your father that you would much prefer to be the one to help and to spend time with an old friend. he hesitantly agreed, knowing you had never been one for traditional ‘princess’ stereotypes.

you glanced in the mirror, satisfied with your appearance. you skipped through the halls, eager to meet her at the entryway. “your majesty!” you heard behind you, and you turned, smiling as you saw your lady-in-waiting, hannah, running towards you. 

“hannah, what have i told you about titles?” you scolded, shaking your head. she apologized, taking a second to catch her breath. 

“we’ve just received word from queen susan. she will not be attending the meetings due to her being ill. instead, her younger brother, king edmund will be visiting.” she explained, and your smile dropped. 

you hadn’t met edmund yet, nor any of the rest of susan’s siblings. from what she’d told you though, edmund was going to be the hardest one to impress. he took his responsibilities a little too seriously (according to susan’s exact words) and lacked having fun. 

you smiled, an idea forming in your head. you were going to give him the most fun experience in archenland you could possibly give him. “thank you hannah, you’re free to go.” you dismissed her, and she gave a small curtsy before scurrying off. 

you made your way through the large doors, being just in time for the arrival of the carriage the young king rode in. you took a deep breath, smiling warmly and walking over, waiting patiently for the carriage to stop and for him to exit. 

after a moment, the door was opened by the driver, and you watched as the younger king stepped out, his eyes scanning the beautiful land that was your home, your jaw almost dropped. 

there he stood, raven hair messily styled on his head and beautiful brown eyes that held curiosity and an air of fascination. freckles littered the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and you were sure you had never seen someone so.. beautiful. why hadn’t susan cared to mention her brother was so attractive??

you finally snapped out of your stupor as the king’s eyes finally landed on you, you throwing on a bright smile and walking over, curtsying as you arrived in front of him. “my liege. it is my greatest honour to have you visiting our kingdom.” you spoke politely, your head still bowed and hidden from sight. 

“rise.” he ordered, though his tone was soft and welcoming. you did as told, the smile never once faltering. 

“my name is y/n, should you need anything during your stay here, please report to me.” he nodded, reaching into the cart and handing you his bags. you blinked, but didn’t comment and took them anyways. you were sure he meant no harm by the action and figured it was better not to say anything.

you took edmund to his chambers, giving him a brief tour as you made your way through the castle. it was nothing compared to that of narnia’s (or so you assumed, based off of susan’s descriptions), though he still seemed thoroughly impressed by the architecture. you smirked proudly in front of him, your face out of view from his line of sight. 

you arrived at the room he’d be staying, asking permission to enter with him; the way you’d always been taught. he allowed you to put down his bags, and you curtsied to him one final time. “i must go check on the kitchens in preparation for dinner, is there anything else i can help you with my liege?” you asked, and he only shook his head, unspeaking. 

he had barely spoken a word to you since you had arrived, and you were starting to lose your endlessly happy spirit. suddenly you were very aware as to why susan spoke so lowly of her brother. you tried your best to mask your sadness and dismissed yourself politely, promising to fetch him when it came time for dinner. 

you frowned the whole way to the kitchen, every passer-by looking at you in mild concern. it was rare for their princess to be caught without a smile, though no one dared approach her in fear of further upsetting her.

you arrived at your destination, checking on the catering and got a time for dinner, thanking your staff. you then carried on with your day, your mood slowly returning as you did your daily rounds of the castle. you were not going to let a stubborn teenage king ruin your spirits. no matter how cute he was.

you didn’t see the king for a few hours since you’d left him, and when the time finally came to collect him for dinner, you forced a polite smile, knocking gently. “king edmund?” you called, and he opened the door, and your heart fluttered. his hair was somehow messier, and he was rubbing his eyes tiredly. you blushed deeply as you realized he must have been sleeping. “i-i am so sorry, my liege. i didn’t mean to disturb you.” you faltered, guilt flooding you. 

for once since you’d met, edmund smiled kindly at you. “it’s quite alright.” you gulped, still feeling horrible for waking him and keeping your gaze on the floor. 

“hey, y/n is it? i mean it. you needn’t feel bad. i am quite hungry though, shall we head to the dining room?” he joked, and you felt your blush deepen, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. 

“uh, yes. of course, right this way.” you began walking to the dining hall, edmund hot on your heels. the walk was silent, though it was mostly you scolding yourself. not necessarily for waking him up- his earlier treatment should’ve evened it out. you were upset of yourself for feeling so drawn to him. 

sure, you wouldn’t deny his obvious attraction; though there was something unexplainable that had you wanting to know everything about him. maybe it was his easy change in attitude from earlier to now, maybe it was because of the stories susan had told you and your own need to find out more. maybe it was because you’d known him for so little time, and he seemed to be able to read you well (not that you were great at hiding it), and you knew nothing about him. 

walking the final steps to the hall, you hesitated before turning to edmund. “fair warning, my liege. this is going to be the most boring dinner of your life.” he looked at you confused, but before he could question you, you gently pushed open the doors to the dining hall, announcing your arrival to the rest of your family and guests. 

in your kingdom, when one was here for royal business, your parents and the lords of archenland ate with the guest, while the ladies and yourself ate in a separate dining room. there was no real reason- other than the fact you all got quite bored with the business chatter and you found no reason to be there. 

you stood tall, straightening your back as you felt all eyes turn to you, and you smiled formally. “by honor, i give you king edmund the just, of narnia.” you curtsied once again, everyone standing and bowing/curtseying respectfully. 

edmund simply waved them off, and you walked him to his seat, pulling it out and gesturing for him to sit. he seemed taken aback, but gratefully smiled at you as he sat down.

a sudden confidence overcame you and as you went to push in his chair, you bent close to his ear and only for him to hear you whispered a small “good luck” and his eyes widened at your words; though he covered it well, so it was an action for only for you to see. you gave a discreet wink, seeing a small redness rise to his cheeks before you dismissed yourself, closing the grand doors behind you. 

you ate dinner much less formally, chatting with hannah and your fellow ladies; these types of dinners were the few the lot of you got to chat without the worry of titles and it was your favourite thing. 

sooner than you’d liked, dinner was over and you dismissed everyone, making your way back to the dining room the great king of narnia was currently suffering in. you sit on a bench outside of the dining room, until finally the doors were opened and the king was excused.

your parents and the lords exited first, quickly dispersing in each direction. your parents bid you a quick goodnight before slipping off themselves. edmund left the dining room last, glancing around until his eyes finally found yours, and you watched as a relieved look overcame his expression. 

he gently offered you a hand, surprising you; but you took it gratefully. he smiled, pulling you to your feet, and tugging you against him so his ear was against your ear, your face immediately heating up at the contact. “you know, you weren’t kidding. that was the most political dinner i’ve ever experienced.” he muttered, and a small silence followed until you burst out giggling, him following suit. you playfully pushed him away, rolling your eyes; this only sparked more laughter from the just king. 

you began walking away, knowing he’d follow you. “come on, don’t be like that.” he prodded, barely making out the words between giggles. you decided to drag it out, turning around exaggeratedly with a pouty expression. 

“i haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about.” you pursed, smirking before swiftly turning, continuing on towards his chambers. he shook his head, his laughter finally dying down and a small, amused smile rested on his lips. an idea popped into his head, and though he knew it was unkingly, at the moment, he was having too much fun to care. 

he began running down the hallway, taking you surprise when he sped past you. “race you!” he called, and you gasped offendedly, taking off after him. 

“this is unfair! i’m wearing heels!” you complained, though you continued to run through the corridor after him. he slowed to a stop as you finally arrived at his chambers, you not noticing and running right into him. 

“woah!” he stumbled, his hands grabbing hold of your waist firmly and your hands reaching out to his chest, steadying you. 

you both looked into each other’s eyes, time seeming to slow for a split second. you enjoyed the small shared moment before your position registered to both of you, blushes rising on both your cheeks before you broke apart; him letting go of your waist with an awkward cough and you taking back your arms and crossing them over your chest, rubbing one to try to distract yourself from embarrassment. “sorry.” you both stated genuinely, looking at each other. 

you couldn’t help yourself, and began giggling. his expression changed to one of confusion, clearly not really understanding the humour, but secretly appreciating the sound of your laugh. “sorry, sorry.” you tried catching your breath, “it’s just, it is your fault. i told you i was wearing heels; they aren’t exactly great for running, let alone slowing down or stopping” you managed, and at this, he cracked a smile and let out a chuckle. 

“my apologies, love.” he bowed dramatically, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to it formally, watching with a proud smirk as your face lit up bright red. “do forgive me?” he continued teasing, and you decided that you’d return the favor.

 “i suppose i could do that, my king.” your tone became slightly seductive, taking edmund off guard and you quickly reached up, your lips brushing his cheek oh-so-gently. you watched as colour flooded his cheeks quickly, and you felt pride swell in you. 

“well, i suppose it is getting quite late. i shall see you tomorrow, my liege.” you sent one last final wink, and still, a respectful bow, before sauntering off, edmund’s eyes never leaving your retreating figure. 

you arrived at your door, sending a small look his way, seeing him watching you. you smiled, genuinely, before disappearing. 

edmund finally shook his head, opening the door to his chamber and entered, his mind reeling as he undressed and changed into his nightwear. who was this woman, really, and why did she have such an effect on him? 

they hadn’t even known eachother a day. a mere hour or two at most they’d spent together, and he felt something with her he hadn’t felt in a long time. he felt happy; almost like a kid again. he hadn’t felt that since they were in finchley, before the war. he shook his head; he didn’t even know you. though he surely intended to. 

you weren’t much better. you couldn’t get the image of the just king out of your head. you hated formalities, and he seemed to forget all about them. you didn’t notice him address you as a royal all day, and it felt amazing. 

you thought maybe, just maybe, you would find a friend in edmund, like you did susan. you longed to spend time with someone who understood you well; hannah was your lady-in-waiting and a friend, sure, but she was forced to address you as her princess. 

you wanted someone who didn’t care for titles, and just maybe, edmund would be that person.

ahhh I saw the prompt lost thing and had to send something in since I am so in love with your writing😻could you please do a Peter Pevensie one with numbers 14, 46, and 99 where they are hosting a ball and the reader is hurt because she sees Peter with a girl but Peter really loves her? and it’s just cute and he kind of kisses her and she is in shock before he confesses his feelings. thank you so much!

prompts: 14, 46, 99

14. “you look amazing tonight.”

46. “dance with me.”

99. “i fell in love with you, not them.”

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you leaned against the wall, desperately trying to distract yourself from him. he was having the time of his life, dancing with a girl who wasn’t you - you couldn’t blame him, of course. she was absolutely beautiful, you could barely tear your eyes away from her yourself.

you were snapped out of your stupor by someone clearing their throat, and you turned to see his little brother, who also happened to be one of your best friends. “good evening, edmund.” you smiled politely, though he made no sign of returning the gesture. you frowned, quirking a brow at his stoic expression.

“you didn’t tell him.” he said simply, and you sighed. edmund had been trying to get you to confess your feelings for peter for as long as you can remember, though his attempts remained unsuccessful, as you knew he didn’t feel that way about you. if anything, tonight only proved that.

“how can i? i don’t want to ruin our friendship, ed. you know this.” you glanced longily at his figure, as he spun the unname beauty around the room. you tore your gaze from the pair, feeling a pang in your stomach at the thought of him with another.

“i’ve told you, y/n. he feels the same. i know he does.” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. you only shake your head in denial. “you shouldn’t waste the night just standing here. you’re hurting yourself.” edmund decided to give up, changing the subject. you merely shrugged, yawning.

“you’re right. maybe i’ll just go back to my chambers.” you frowned, and before edmund could object, you began to exit the room. edmund watched as you retreated in a panic, before an idea struck him. he quickly made his way over to peter and the maiden he was dancing with, smiling politely.

“may i cut in?” he asked, and peter nearly sighed in relief out loud. the maiden seemed unphased, he was sure she was only after their titles anyways. edmund made eye contact with his brother, gesturing to the door where your figure was just stepping through the doors. his brother smiled in thanks as edmund gently began to lead the woman around in a classic dance.

peter weaved through the dancing couples, dodging everyone and quickly slipping out of the doors, all but running after you. “y/n! wait!” he called, upon seeing your figure about to turn a corner. you paused, turning to see him running directly for you. you frowned, seeing the girl he was dancing with was nowhere in sight.

“peter?” you asked, confused. it was not like peter to leave a ball hosted by his own family, he was quite strict with formalities and running out of the doors without a moment's hesitation was definitely not exactly classy. “what are you doing?”

he finally reached you, taking a moment to catch his breath. you giggled a bit under your breath at his disheveled state, but stopped yourself when he went to speak. “i just-” peter began, but his eyes caught sight of you, and he faltered. “wow.” he whispered, and you looked at him in confusion.

“is everything alright, peter?” you asked, confused by his sudden change in mood. peter was acting very strange, and something in you told you edmund had put him up to this. “if edmund said something to you-”

“no!” peter exclaimed, causing you to blink a bit in shock at his outburst. “it’s just..” his tone was much softer now, “you look amazing tonight.” you blushed immediately at his words, your body stiffening at the compliment.

“i- uh- thank you?” it came out as more of a question than you intended. peter must’ve been playing a game with you- he was just dancing with another. surely he knew how you felt about him, maybe he was just having fun.

peter seemed to snap out of his stupor, and held a hand out to you. “y/n, i don’t know why you left, but you should come back. dance with me.” he stated confidently, smiling in reassurance. you stepped back, shaking your head. peter frowned, “why not? what’s going on, you love balls?” he sounded genuinely worried, but that could’ve been your imagination.

“why don’t you just go back to dancing with your maiden, peter.” you grumbled, and you hadn’t realized what you said until peter’s face dawned in realization. you blushed, and tried to turn and leave again, though he reached out and held your wrist firmly.

“y/n.. were you jealous?” you stayed silent, not facing him. in a swift movement, peter gently pulled your wrist, tugging you back to face him. he cupped your cheek almost instantly, and slowly, began to lower his lips towards yours. he paused, searching your face for any sign of denial, and when he found none, he gently pressed his lips against yours, you reciprocating immediately. you two stood like that until the need for air was too much, and you pulled away, resting your foreheads against each other’s.

“i only danced with her because she asked me before i could find you.” peter whispered, gently pushing a hair out of your face and tucking it softly behind your ear. “i fell in love with you, not them.” he smiled at you in reassurance, and you smiled brightly back. “now, why don’t we get back to the ball, so i can show off my beautiful girlfriend?” he smirked, and you quirked a brow.

“girlfriend, huh?” you teased, causing him to falter. you pretended to ponder it for a moment, before smirking at him. “i like the sound of that.” you winked, and began skipping towards the ballroom, peter in tow. 

you definitely owe ed a huge favor after this one.

could you do promts 58, 36, 42, 81 and 27 for edmund pevensie? where edmund and the reader are at a ball or something and they step outside for a moment and edmund decides it's finally time to confess his feelings? please and thank you!! sorry if it's a bit too much

prompts: 58, 36, 42, 81, 27

58. “i’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

36. “you’ve shown me what love feels like.”

41. “don’t be afraid.”

82. “just breathe, okay?”

27. “kiss me.”

-

there wasn’t much to complain about living life as a lady in narnia. you had your duties, and sure, sometimes they sucked, but at the end of the day, you were eternally grateful for the life you’ve been given.

there was one thing, however, that proved to be an issue for you. and that was the social aspect of it all.

you were never one for crowds, and you hated having to interact with so many strangers at once. you were very easily overwhelmed, and the hectic nature of social gatherings was not your scene. hence why you weren’t a fan of susan’s infamous balls she so dearly loved to hold.

even so, you were still expected to attend said balls due to your status and close friendship with the pevensies. you’d asked them several times if you could make up an excuse to miss, though they always brushed it off. in edmund’s words, “how will i ever make it through this insufferable night without you?”

so that’s how you found yourself alone in the ballroom, back pressed against the wall; as far as humanly possible from anyone near you without leaving the room. you froze when you were approached by a prince from archenland. you didn’t have the heart to deny his offer to dance, so you allowed him to guide you to the middle of the grand ballroom, slowly leading you in a dance.

you were actually faring quite well, until he spun you out gently, and your eyes caught sight of just how many people were around you. your body went rigid, panic flooding you instantly as you watched couples dance spin past you. you vaguely heard the prince asking you something, but you blocked it out. “i have to go.” you told him, leaving him no time to reply before you dashed out of the crowded area.

edmund watched the whole ordeal; one second he was glaring daggers at the boy who’d asked you to dance, and the next, he watched you freeze up and run out of the room without any warning. he quickly weaved through the crowd, keeping his head low as to avoid possible conversation. he stepped out of the room only to see you nowhere to be found; though he knew exactly where you were. he was your best friend after all.

you leaned your elbows against the railing of the balcony, your face resting in your hands as you desperately tried to grasp reality. your breaths were ragged, and you were quickly getting lightheaded. you felt a presence running up behind you, and you flinched; though you knew exactly who it was. you made no move towards him, simply standing vulnerable, scared to look up at him.

“y/n. look at me.” he stepped forward, so he was standing directly beside you. you closed your eyes, sighing deeply before standing up and facing him. the moment your eyes met, you felt yourself getting choked up, and you were very aware of how little oxygen you were intaking as tears began cascading down your cheeks. “hey, it’s okay. don’t be afraid. i’ve got you - focus on me. just breathe, okay?” he coached, and you nodded hesitantly, following his instructions. “breathe in, and out with me - just like that.” he praised, and you felt your muscles relax as you gratefully accepted the fresh air into your burning lungs.

once you had completely regulated your breathing, you stood in silence for a few moments. edmund waited patiently, making no sign of discomfort. you were sure at this point - you did not deserve edmund pevensie. without further warning, you launched forward, pulling him into a tight hug and letting out her emotions into his perfectly fitted formal attire. he held her tightly against his chest, and subconsciously, he began to run a hand gently up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her.

it was at that moment that edmund knew he wanted this to last; the feeling of you in his arms was a surreal feeling, and though he wished it was under better circumstances, he knew he had to tell you how he felt. it was now or never.

he waited until your tears had subsided completely, before gently pushing you to hold you at arm’s length. you frowned, confused, but tensed slightly as edmund stepped forward, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “ed-” you breathed, and he shook his head, cutting you off effectively.

“look, y/n..” he started, and you swore, you’d never seen edmund so nervous. you reached for his hand, grasping it tightly in your own, smiling reassuringly at him - giving him the boost he needed. “when i met you, i didn’t know what i’d be getting myself into. you were just the quiet girl who no one knew too well. i remember when you surprised us all when you kept up with my sarcasm in that one meeting - the one about the archenland visits.” you smiled, nodding to show you remembered, but you had no idea where he was going with this.

“that was the day i realized you were so much more than just another lady. after that, we became best friends, and i swear out of everything narnia’s given me, you were-, no, you are the best part. i don’t know what i’d do without you, y/n.” he hesitated, cursing under his breath. “fuck it, i hate speeches. what i’m trying to say is, y/n, you’ve shown me what love feels like. i just needed you to know that, i can’t keep pretending otherwise.”

you stood speechless, looking into edmund’s eyes softly. you saw nothing but sincerity in his beautiful brown orbs, and you smiled sweetly. “i’ve waited for this moment for a long time. what took you so long?” you teased, and he chuckled, shaking his head. you both stepped forward, and he reached out, cupping your cheek gently. “hey ed?” you started, and he quirked a brow, urging you to continue. “kiss me.”

spoiler alert: he did. and that was only the first of many kisses to come.

hello! how's your day been?

good actually! gonna sit down now and try to write an imagine or two, thank u so much for asking! <3