Hello! How's Your Day Been?

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

holidays [p.p]

word count: 1.8k

pairing: peter pevensie x fem!reader, edmund pevensie x reader (platonic)

warnings: edmund being a little shit

a/n: trying a bit of a different writing style, just spaced out chat for clearer reading (thank you for the feedback @diqiisrelevant) // also i’m so sorry this took so long to put out i suck

request: Could you please do one with Peter Pevensie? Where the reader is friends with Edmund and Peter is back from college and he falls for her and she is clumsy and make him laugh? It's modern hahahha Thank you! Love your work @bitch-choripan

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you loved the holidays, it has been your favourite time of year for as long as you can remember. college was much more draining than you anticipated, and it was really beginning to weigh you down. the only thing that had been keeping you going was the excitement of returning to your family and relaxing for the next few weeks. 

nothing was ever that simple, though. your flight home had been cancelled due to weather. thankfully, you were still with edmund, your best friend, when you got the notification. he insisted you stay with him and his family, and you after much argument, you gave in.

you were nervous walking up the steps to the pevensie household, edmund had told you his two sisters and parents were already expecting them, and that his brother should be home later. 

you followed edmund through the front door, hearing a mass of footsteps rush towards you. you saw a younger girl come embrace edmund, and he returned it, greeting his family all with hugs and smiles. you felt as though you were intruding, and nervously shifted from foot to foot. 

you seemed to catch the attention of the youngest girl, whom you recalled was named lucy, and she made her way over to you, catching you off guard when she threw her arms around you and embraced you tightly.

“you must be y/n! edmund has told us so much about you!” she exclaimed, and you smiled.

“has he now?” you teased, and edmund rolled his eyes, knowing he’d never live down his sister’s words.

“thanks lu.” he grumbled, and a laugh erupted throughout the group, making you feel more at home than you could’ve thought possible.

you spent the afternoon getting to know the pevensies, and you realized why edmund spoke so highly of them all. they were all so sweet and welcoming, though you did wonder how it would be to meet edmund’s brother. 

ed tried to avoid the topic of him generally, saying briefly that him and his brother had a much more complex and competitive relationship. from the way the other pevensies had casually thrown warnings around at the mention of the eldest child, you assumed he must not have been the most well-behaved of the family.

you were joyfully sipping on a cup of hot chocolate chatting with lucy and susan when the door swung open, making you jump a little at the unexpected noise. your heads snapped to the entrance area, susan shaking her head and lucy jumping up to greet who you assumed to be peter.

“honestly, he hasn’t even been here five minutes and he’s already being incredibly loud!” susan huffed, causing you to giggle.

“he’s that bad, huh?” you asked, and susan opened her mouth to reply when you were interrupted by lucy re-entering the room, a tall blonde boy following her. susan stood to greet him, scolding him for his obnoxious actions all the while. 

you took the time to study his features. he was broad, muscular. he had a defined jawline and beautiful blue eyes. his hair was a beautiful golden colour and looked fluffy, and you had a strange urge to run your fingers through it. 

you snapped out of your daze when he turned to you, and you felt a small blush rise to your cheeks as he looked you up and down not-so-subtly.

“and who might you be?” he asked, his voice slightly teasing. you opened your mouth to reply when edmund came into the room and interrupted.

“this is y/n. stay away from her.” he said simply, taking your wrist and pulling you out of the room. you blinked in surprise, but didn’t argue. you simply let him guide you away from the beautiful man in the main area. 

he turned to you, seeing the dazed look in your eye and frowning. “no. absolutely not.” you furrowed your brow, and he sighed. “you have that look in your eyes. you cannot fancy my brother! that’s just weird!” he whined, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“cmon ed. sure, he’s attractive. you know me too well, i can’t lie. but he is your brother, and i won’t do that to you.” you told him genuinely, and he smiled, pulling you into a hug. “but if you were jealous, you could’ve just said so.” you teased, and edmund huffed.

“please. you know who i fancy, and it’s definitely not you.” he shot, and you threw a hand over your heart, feigning hurt and shock.

“edmund pevensie, you’ve wounded me. how shall i ever heal from this?” you mocked, and the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. you were so lost in your own world you didn’t notice the pair of blue eyes trained on your figure.

“you know, if you stare any longer it will start to get weird.” lucy came up behind him, startling peter. he opened his mouth to defend himself, but closed it again and shook his head, walking into the kitchen to help prepare dinner without another word. lucy shrugged to herself, not bothering to further question her eldest brother.

you sat next to edmund at the dinner table, playfully bantering back and forth. you two were basically off in your own little world, though you did chat with his parents and sisters here and there when asked a question or when the conversation drifted to something of interest to you. 

you had hardly spoken a word to peter, however, as he was being quite quiet - something you definitely weren’t expecting from edmund’s stories.

the night progressed quickly after that, and everyone gathered for a movie in the main area after all was settled. you were in charge of getting drinks, while edmund was getting snacks. you were carefully bringing each drink to the designated person, knowing how likely you were to trip. 

after a few successful attempts of bringing drinks, you gained confidence, and were striding over to peter, who was completely distracted, lost in a conversation with lucy. his side profile was beautiful, you thought. 

in processing said thought, you missed the sight of the carpet slightly rolled and caught your foot, sending you tumbling to the ground and the fizzy drink to spill all over you.

the pevensies were shocked by the sudden motion, but lucy quickly jumped up, checking to see if you were okay. edmund came running in the door upon hearing the small bang, and looked down, only to see you lying on the floor and being helped up by his younger sister. 

he burst into laughter, your face reddening even more in embarrassment. you glanced to the other pevensies, to see them all trying to hold down their laughter. especially the boy who made you trip in the first place. you sighed, exasperated.

“gosh, ed. if you’d told me your family were all just like you, i never would have agreed to come.” you mumbled, and at that comment, none of the pevensies could contain their laughter any longer. 

you rolled your eyes jokingly, but smiled all the same as the sound of edmund’s whining filled your ears. your eyes met peters, and despite the amusing expression on his face, he gave you a genuine smile.

you weren’t sure how he knew, but you heard edmund huff - only loud enough for you to hear, you were sure - before he began to shake his head, grumbling. 

“peter, would you mind showing her my room so she can change while i finish getting the snacks?” edmund asked, and you blinked in surprise. surely, he wasn’t doing what you knew he was? after a small questioning glance his way, he sent you a knowing look, before disappearing off into the kitchen.

peter stood, motioning for you to follow him. you did so, and only when you reached edmund’s room did you notice how awkward the silence lingering between the two of you had been. “thanks.” you said, and he nodded, turning to leave you. 

your heart dropped a bit, and you figured you might as well speak now rather than never. “you know..” you started, catching his attention. “from the way edmund speaks of you, i thought you’d be much more fun.” you pouted playfully, and you watched as peter’s entire demeanor changed.

“oh really? i didn’t expect my brother to speak so highly of me.” he fired back, and you smirked, leaning against the frame of edmund’s door.

“on occasion he does. though, now that you mention it, it is quite a rare occurrence.” you were having fun with this now, and peter seemed to think before slightly retreating backwards, his smirk falling to a frown.

“i hope he isn’t talking me up too much to his girlfriend.” he practically spat the last word, causing you to blink in thought. girlfriend? you took a minute to process, and suddenly everything made sense.

“-wait, do you think edmund and i are dating?!” your face morphed into one of mock disgust, and he frowned.

“you’re not?” his ears began to turn to a light pink shade, his confusion and embarrassment clear as day.

“no - he’s my best friend. i would trust him with my life if it came down to it, but i don't think i could ever see him as anything more than that.” you told him truthfully, and peter seemed to contemplate this for a moment.

“well, that’s good to know i suppose. makes me feel better.” he responded thoughtfully, and you quirked a brow.

“why’s that make you feel better exactly?” you quipped, and he smirked.

“i would’ve felt terrible fancying my brother’s girlfriend.” he winked, and without another word, turned and left you standing in edmund’s doorway, your thoughts running wild. you were sure by now you were blushing madly, and heard footsteps thundering up the steps shortly after.

“y/n, what the hell is taking you so long?” edmund huffed, and upon seeing your red cheeks and distant expression, he gave you a look. “hurry up, my brother isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. i’m sure you’ll get in his pants before you know it.” your jaw dropped open, and you reached inside his room, grabbing the nearest object - which happened to be a book - and throwing it at his head.

“it is a miracle i haven’t killed you yet, edmund pevensie.” you stated, going to close his bedroom door to finally change your drink-stained shirt.

“yes, yes. you love me. now hurry up, you’re taking forever.” you stuck your tongue out at him, and shut the door fully, a smile present on your face as you changed your clothes.

this wasn’t exactly the holiday season you were expecting, but you were suddenly very happy with how things turned out, and you were excited to see what would come next of your stay at the pevensie household. you did know one thing for sure - this was going to be a break you would remember forever, and you couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would have in store.

obliviate [h.p]

word count: 1.1k

pairing: harry potter x reader

warnings: angsty and unedited bc its basically a drabble

a/n: i missed writing so much and have had this idea for ages so here it finally is!

request: n/a

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harry’s breath was shallow as he stood outside the house he’d grown up in. though after years of torture, neglect and unhappiness, he couldn’t help but feel at home, standing at the foot of the empty driveway. 

it wasn’t the house that had him so nostalgic, he couldn’t care less. he had no good memories here, save for one very special aspect of the house.

in fact, this aspect was the reason he was standing here in the first place. with the upcoming war and his soon departure with ron and hermione to find the horcruxes, he felt an immense weight on his shoulders. he had to save the wizarding world, but he knew so long as she was alive, she was in danger. 

whether voldemort knew of her now or not, they were connected, and he could read his mind. sure, he could keep him at bay for the most part, but he couldn’t risk it. he wouldn’t let her die for him. he wouldn’t lose her too.

he took the few short steps across the road from the house he grew up in, looking up and seeing her bedroom light on. he knocked lightly on the door, eyes screwed shut in agony. 

he didn’t want to do this, they’d shared so many amazing memories together, some were the very reason he pushed through his traumatic childhood. 

she was the reason he was okay with going back to the dursleys after his first year. every time he stepped back into this neighbourhood after he left, it was to see her. y/n.

a soft padding on the stairs had him sighing, knowing exactly who the footsteps belonged to. she opened the door tiredly, but her eyes sparkled when she saw who was there. 

“harry!” y/n exclaimed, quickly launching forward to embrace him. he hugged back half-heartedly, which of course, she noticed immediately. “is everything alright? come in, come in! i’ll make us tea.” the look of concern on her face sent another jolt of guilt coursing through him, and it took everything in him to keep to his plan.

“i’d love to.” harry smiled, and she returned it kindly, grabbing his hand in hers and tugging him along, shutting the door behind them. she pulled him to the kitchen, and with every step they took, he felt the sorrow weighing down on his heart more and more. 

he longed to live in this moment forever, to forget about his responsibilities as the ‘chosen one’ and live happily with her by his side. oh how he truly wished he could.

y/n was perfect. he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her, so he confided in her about everything. what really happened to his parents, hogwarts, ron and hermione.. everything. 

he wasn’t sure how or why she chose to believe him (he was sure to anyone else, he’d sound mad), but he was more than happy she listened. she couldn’t relate at all of course, but she comforted him to the best of her abilities, and that was more than enough for harry. she was his anchor, and now it was time for him to let her go.

her back was turned, humming a quiet tune as she fiddled with the kettle, and he knew he had to act now. mustering up all the courage he had (which despite being a gryffindor, was minimal), he quietly stood behind her, pulling out his wand. 

tears pooled in his eyes, and he couldn't help but soak in the moment. he drank in her small blue pyjama shorts and the black tank top she wore, and how they hugged her curves perfectly. how her hair was messily done, and the sound of her peacefully humming calmed him now, just like they had all those nights she spent comforting him.

he shakily raised his wand, directly pointing at his lover’s back. “i’m sorry.” he whispered, just quiet enough so she couldn’t hear him. with a small tilt of his wand, he cast the spell that would shatter his heart. “obliviate.”

he watched as her body tensed, and quickly left unnoticed. he wiped fallen tears from his cheeks as he walked away from the love of his life. ‘it’s for the best. it’s for her sake.’ he repeated in his head, over and over, begging himself to believe it.

harry had lost so many people in his life, he couldn’t bear to lose y/n. in a sense however, he had still lost her. he’d treasure the time he had with her, but knowing her didn’t even remember he existed hurt more than he thought it would, and he’d expected the worst (or so he thought). 

harry peered up at the street corner, where hermione sat waiting, a sad smile offered to him, which he reciprocated.

he was going to do this. he was going to end this war, and get revenge on voldemort. not only for his parents, but for him. he had taken everything from harry, and now he could finish what dumbledore had started, knowing she was safe from harm. 

he and hermione linked arms, and disapparated - leaving behind the only thing he ever treasured from his time on privet drive.

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y/n froze, quickly shaking her head and blinking furiously, trying to figure out what had happened. in her haze, she’d knocked one of the two mugs laid out in front of her on the floor, causing it to shatter into small pieces. she jumped, and heard a loud pounding on the stairs as her father came running. 

“what happened?” he exclaimed, and she thought hard, unable to come up with an answer.

“uh, nothing! just uh, making tea?” she tried to sound confident, but it came out as more of a question. her father sighed, shaking his head and grabbing a broom, quickly cleaning up the broken china.

“be more careful next time, yeah?” he questioned, and she forced a laugh, nodding in response. “goodnight.” he waved her off, and returned up the stairs. she sighed, turning back to the counter where the unbroken mug laid untouched.

“why did i have two mugs in the first place?” she whispered to herself, desperately looking around the room for any indication as to what she was doing. “i don’t even want tea.” she realized, and shook her head furiously. 

“strange.” muttering, she put away the mug and cleaned up the tea ingredients, switching off the light and returning to the warmth of her bed. y/n leaned back, eyes trained on the ceiling as she felt the heaviness weigh down on them and allowed herself to drift into a peaceful sleep.

she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had forgotten something very, very important. but surely it was just her imagination, because if it was important, she would’ve remembered.. right?

fate [e.p]

word count: 3.5k

pairing: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: like one curse word, cheeky edmund

a/n: this is so long so i made a cut to save ur timelines

request:  How about an Edmund pevensie x reader where she and Edmund are dating and when the pevensies return to Narnia so does she, but Edmund and the reader are in different areas so they don't know that they both went. Then because reader is a daughter of Eve, a neighboring kingdom accepts her as their princess, as the king sees her as a daughter. Then one day they have to marry to unite the kingdoms, but Edmund doesn't know it's the reader, and the reader doesn't know it's Edmund? Thx! (requested by @technolilly)

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you awoke with a start, a sudden sinking feeling washing over you as you didn’t hear the blaring of your alarm. you slowly turned over, seeing you had slept in an extra 30 minutes. “shit!” you cursed, jumping out of bed and swinging your legs over the side of the bed, running over to your closet and pulling out your uniform. 

you were most definitely going to miss your usual train, so you wouldn't be able to take the train with your boyfriend and his siblings as you typically did. with a huff, you quickly brushed through your hair and threw on your clothes, grabbing your bag and rushing out the door. 

you were running down the street, muttering “excuse me” or “pardon me” to whoever stood in your way, pushing through the crowd. you knew a shortcut through an alley to the nearest station, so you quietly slipped into it, changing your route. 

you began slowing your run to a walk when you heard a small noise; almost a buzzing. you glanced around the usually dead-silent alleyway, seeing nothing but hearing the buzzing increase in volume. it began to get unbearable, and a tightening feeling wrapped itself around you. you wanted to move, desperately, but it was as if some force was holding you in your spot. 

all of a sudden, the buildings around you began to crumble. you watched in fear, mouth agape, as your surroundings morphed into something entirely different. you now stood in a great forest, and you did what anyone in your situation logically would’ve done, you screamed. 

you heard a few birds distantly fly away, and you slid down the nearest tree, your back resting against it. you leaned your head between his knees, and began to cry. where were you? would you ever see the people you loved again? your friends? family? edmund? 

the thought of edmund worrying about you not arriving at the station filled your mind. he hadn’t even known you were going to be late, he was probably searching for you as you spoke. meanwhile, you weren’t even sure where you were, somehow in a foreign forest when only minutes ago, you were in an alleyway in london. 

you were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the sound of hooves against the ground. you shot up, grabbing the nearest object- which happened to be a stick- and held it protectively in front of you. 

out of seemingly nowhere a horse appeared, a man clad in metal armor sitting atop it gracefully. “who are you? what is your business here?” he demanded, and you only stood and stared, fear in your eyes.

“speak!” he commanded, and you flinched. 

“y-y/n l/n, sir.” you managed, and he looked at you absolutely dumbfounded. 

“are you saying you’re a daughter of eve?” he asked, his tone now one of wonder and curiosity. 

“a what?” you asked, furrowing your brows. 

“a human.” he clarified, and you tilted your head, confused. 

“are you not human?” you asked, taking a small step back. the man in armor slid off his horse, and you took yet another defensive step back, stick raised high. 

“my lady, forgive me.” he spoke, bowing to you. you frowned at him, and he sighed. 

“you have no idea what is happening, i assume?” he spoke, and you shook your head. “we’d better get you out of these woods.. you’re lucky you landed here, and not somewhere else.” he muttered, the end mostly to himself. 

you weren’t sure what prompted you to allow him to take you elsewhere, maybe it was that your fear of the forest was greater than your fear of the stranger. he seemed to know a lot about you, and something was telling you to trust this man.

so you did, he helped you onto his horse and you held tightly onto his torso, watching the many trees fly by until you came across a clearing, and the sight took your breath away. 

“wow.” you whispered, and the man in front of you chuckled. 

“beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, and you made a hum of agreement, not able to tear your eyes from the beautiful mountains in the distance and the bright blue sky above you. the war in london was still going strong, and you never got to see the sun anymore. 

no matter where you were, you definitely appreciated the change in scenery. you only wished edmund was with you to experience this.

you arrived at a castle, unlike anything you’d ever seen. you were immediately escorted by a maid to a beautiful bedroom, with a giant four-poster bed and a magnificent balcony. you were in awe, and the maid assisted you into a proper gown. 

you looked at yourself in the grand mirror as the woman fixed your hair, brushing out the few twigs and doing a simple half-up half-down hairdo. you smiled and thanked her, and she curtsied to you. you returned the curtsy, and upon seeing her look of pure surprise, you told her you were unsure of her customs and apologized again. 

she seemed nice however, and briefly explained you only curtsied to the titled. (you found this kind of strange, but you keep that to yourself).

you were brought to a grand room, it almost looked like a courtroom with a panel of important looking men sitting behind it. there was one man and one woman who wore crowns, and you had quickly put together that they must be the king and queen of where it was you were. 

you curtsied, and they both smiled at you, telling you to rise. you made a mental note to thank the maid later, as their moods seem to lighten a bit at your actions. you straighten your back a bit as you saw the other men at the panel eye you with judgement and some with curiosity. 

you were scared to speak, but luckily before you had to, the man in armor who had brought you here entered the room, bowing to the panel. “rise” the king called, and he did so.

“i do hope there is reason for you calling a council, marcus.” the king said, and you figured marcus must be the name of the man who found you. 

“yes, sire. i do believe so.” he looked at you with a reassuring and hopeful smile, and the attention was brought back to you. 

“this is y/n, she is a daughter of eve.” gasps filled the room, and you suddenly wanted to shrink as every eye in the room, even those of the guards, turned to you. 

“a daughter of eve?” the queen spoke, her voice soft, but excited. 

“yes, your majesty. i found her in the woods, alone and confused.” whispers launched around the panel, only to be silenced when the king held up a hand, effectively quieting the room. 

he stood, the queen following and the two making their way to face you. they stopped in front of you, glancing you up and down before the king bowed, and the queen curtsied to you. you were ultimately confused at this point. 

“i thought you were only meant to bow to those with titles?” you questioned quietly, mostly speaking to yourself. the king chuckled wholeheartedly, and suddenly a feeling of welcoming washed over you. 

“you are of a title, child. you are a daughter of eve, which means you are to be our new princess.” at this, you blinked. 

“a princess?” you questioned, eyes blown wide. he laughed again, taking his wife’s hand in his own. 

“walk with us, child. we shall explain everything.” and so you followed, too curious to think twice about it.

“i’m sure you’ve figured out that my wife and i, we are the king and queen of this land. archenland, to be specific.” he began, you nodded along to let him know you were listening. “my wife and i have tried for years to bear a child, though it was simply not possible for us.” he stated, and you smiled apologetically. 

“i’m so sorry.” the queen smiled softly, shaking her head. 

“it is quite alright child, we have come to accept our fate. however, as you’re here now, we do need an heir to our throne. we wish for you to be that heir.” she finished, and before you could question, the king continued for her. 

“you see, the daughters of eve and sons of adam, or humans from your world, are known royalty. it is your destiny to rule.” you saw the pleading looks in their eyes, and though they wouldn’t admit it, you could see the dire wish to have a daughter both their irises. 

you didn’t know how you got here, or how you’d get home, but right now, all you were thinking about was what he said. “it is your destiny to rule.” something in you seemed to unlock at those words, and suddenly, you’d agreed. 

[ three months later ]

much time had passed since you’d last seen the place you once called home. you missed your old life dearly, though nothing could compare to what it has become now. you felt more loved with the king and queen of archenland than you had ever felt with your real family, save for maybe edmund. 

god, how you missed him. 

if he were here, you were sure he’d make a great prince, or even a king. your (new) father had reminded you much of edmund, their personalities were quite similar and it served as a constant reminder that he wasn’t with you. he probably thought you were dead by now. the thought caused a shiver to run down your spine.

being a princess was much harder than you’d originally anticipated. you were forced to travel with knights and nobles to various lands, to negotiate trades and several issues throughout other kingdoms. 

you didn’t particularly mind travelling; each land was so different and each held unique landscapes, ones you could’ve only imagined in your wildest dreams back in london. there was one land you’d never had the honour of visiting that you longed to see. narnia. 

everywhere you seem to go, you could hear chatter about the beauty of narnia and their unmatched architecture, with their new defeat of the telmarines and coronation of king caspian, their land was simply incomparable to any other. 

when your father had first mentioned you were to visit narnia, you were ecstatic. you’d spent days preparing yourself for the journey, even having several new dresses made for the occasion, by request of your father. you could not contain your excitement for the trip.

you eagerly made your way down the stairs the morning of your visit, skipping your way to the dining room to eat one last meal with your family before you were to leave. you opened your mouth to greet the royals, but instantly frowned when you saw your father and mother at the table, looking ashamed. 

“is everything alright?” you asked instead, nerves rising in your stomach. 

“y/n, there is something we must tell you before you leave.” your mother, the queen, stated. you slowly approached, sitting in your regular seat with your back perfectly straight. your father swallowed, turning to you. 

“this trip you are taking to narnia is not for negotiations.” you must’ve looked confused, because he sighed before continuing.

“y/n, you are not going to negotiate anything because everything has been sorted. you are to marry the youngest king of narnia. you are going permanently.” you paled, a sudden panic setting in. 

“please tell me i’ve misheard you.” you whispered, your voice shaky. 

“i wish it could be different, dear, but our kingdoms are close to war. if you marry, we can prevent this.” the queen said, not looking at you directly. the thought of marrying someone other than edmund struck your heart, and a single tear slipped out of your eye, you wiping it quickly. 

“don’t cry, please. you know we wouldn’t make you do this unless it was crucial.” you shake your head, refusing to let anymore tears fall. 

“i’ve got to go. the carriage is waiting.” without waiting for a response, you stormed out.

the ride was long, though you didn’t mind it much. you sat in the carriage alone, enjoying your quiet. it allowed you time to think. you were getting married to a complete stranger. you were going to meet your husband, and it wasn’t edmund.

the thought of marriage scared you as is, let alone to someone when your heart belonged to another. you imagined the look on edmund’s face if you ever saw him again, only to see a ring on your finger and his heartbroken expression. you eventually fell asleep, only waking when you arrived.

the door was opened gently, and a hand was held out for you to use, and you gratefully took it. you were immediately welcomed by several ladies, who quickly brought you to your seperate chambers to freshen up. you looked like you’d been crying, unsurprisingly. 

each lady assigned themselves a task, you had one styling your hair, one picking out a gown, one gently splashing water on your face to reduce the crying residue and one picking out jewelry and accessories. 

before you fully had time to mentally prepare yourself, you were standing in front of the mirror, admiring your appearance. you smiled slightly, despite the circumstances you would admit, you looked beautiful. you only wished edmund could see you like this.

shaking the thought off, you were carefully lead through the corridors until you reach a set of grand doors. “it is a tradition for the bride to wear a veil before you meet your king.” one of the maids told you nervously, but you smiled kindly and nodded, allowing her to place the piece of fabric over your face. 

you could only make out the ground in front of you, but there was no way you’d be able to see anyone in front of you. you heard the doors open, and the maid helping you gently tugged you forward. 

edmund sat boredly on his throne, waiting impatiently as his bride-to-be was getting ready. he didn’t want this. he never asked for a marriage, but he and the narnians couldn’t risk another war right now, they were still recovering from their battles against the telmarines. 

edmund grumbled under his breath, why did it have to be him? why not high king peter, or king caspian? “she’s too young for us.” they’d said. 

he didn’t care about that. he loved another, and he would do anything for her to be there, ruling alongside him in narnia. he’d always dreamed of you coming to his kingdom; maybe if you’d actually arrived at the train station that day, you’d be sitting next to him ruling. 

he was snapped out of his thoughts when the doors swung open, and the girl he was to marry entered. a pained gasp left his lips. though he couldn’t see her face, she was so familiar to him. everything about her, from her posture to the way she was fidgeting nervously with her fingers; she was so much like you. 

as if this wasn’t going to be painful enough, it had to be someone just like you. of course it did. 

edmund swallowed hard, recomposing himself before making his way down to you. he gently took your hand in his own, kissing your knuckles. “my lady. it is an honour.” he spoke monotonously, as though reading off a script. he could already sense the look of disappointment radiating from peter.

you almost gasped out loud when you heard his voice. it couldn’t be him, you were sure your mind was playing tricks on you. he had to be him though, you’d spent way too many nights listening to him reading to you, or too many mornings chatting over cheap coffee not to recognize him. 

your heart sped up as you felt his lips on your skin, and a fire illuminated your body; one you hadn’t felt in far too long. you couldn’t wait any longer, and ripped the veil off your head, hearing gasps from the various lords and ladies in the room, though nothing else mattered when your eyes met his.

“ed.” you breathed out, suddenly launching forward into his arms, burying your face in his neck. he tensed, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back to his arms length, his eyes dancing over you, as though he wasn’t entirely sure you were real. 

“y/n?” his voice broke, and you nodded, fresh tears springing to both your eyes before you both moved forward, embracing each other tightly. 

“what are you-” “how are you-” you both started, and began laughing happily. 

“ahem?” a voice boomed, and you and ed turned to see an irritated peter, whose expression changed to one of shock once edmund’s body no longer blocked your figure. 

“y/n?” he exclaimed, dropping all sense of formalities and running to engulf you in a hug, susan and lucy following promptly after. 

you exchanged greetings with them all, and realized all other people in the room had now vanished; not that you cared anyways. you had so much to catch up on. “y/n, how did you get here?” lucy asked, excitedly. 

“well, lu, that’s a funny story, really. i’d love to ask how you ended up here as well.” you winked, and a sudden realization washed over you. “wait, you’re the great kings and queens of narnia?” your jaw dropped, and they all blushed a little bit, peter awkwardly rubbing his neck. 

“and you’re the princess of archenland?” susan quipped, you all giggling at the turn of events. 

“let’s discuss this over dinner, shall we?” peter offered, and you all agreed. 

for the rest of the evening, you told them about how you’d slept in late and found yourself in the woods, and your adventures in archenland. they’d told you about the wardrobe, aslan, and the war against the telmarines. they informed you of the other king, caspian, who was out for business in calormen. 

you finally all finished, and edmund asked you to join him on a walk after dinner, which you gladly agreed to. you walked hand in hand into a beautiful garden, sitting on a bench and watching the narnian sky. 

“so. king edmund the just, huh?” you teased, breaking the calming silence. he chuckled, “it’s cute. i think i should start calling you that from now on.” you continued, eyes never leaving the blanket of stars above. 

“i’d like that.” he said shortly, making you smile. “it sounds hot coming from you.” this earned him a prompt slap to the arm, and you both broke out into a fit of giggles. you leaned your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around your waist. 

you two sat in silence, simply enjoying the missed company you longed for during those three long months apart. 

“i can’t believe we’re both here.” you whispered, and he didn’t respond, only pulling you closer to him. you shifted to face him, and he did the same. he quickly leaned forward, catching you in a much-needed kiss. 

you missed this most; times where the two of you were alone, nothing but you and the love you held for one another.

he pulled away much sooner than you would’ve liked, but before you could protest, he stood up abruptly. “ed?” you asked, frowning at his strange behaviour. 

he sighed, turning to face you and taking one of your hands into his, before slowly kneeling in front of you. he looked you dead in the eye as his other hand pulled out a beautiful ring, and you gasped when you saw it. “edmund..” you were speechless, and he chuckled. 

“y/n l/n, though this is not quite how i imagined us getting engaged, fate brought us to this point in time. i’ve always known you were the one for me, ever since you spilled your coffee on me in the train station.” this had you giggling, fresh tears running down your cheeks and you making no attempt to stop them.

“this situation only proved to me that it doesn’t matter what world we end up in, we will always find each other. through thick and thin, i want you by my side. i know we don’t have much choice in this marriage, but i genuinely want to do this with you. i love you so much, y/n. so tell me, will you marry me? willingly?” he sounded confident in his words, but you knew edmund better than that. he was terrified of your answer. 

“yes.” you squeaked, barely able to manage that much. edmund smiled bigger than you’d seen in far too long, slipping the ring on your finger gently and pulling you to your feet, capturing you in another passionate kiss. 

this was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life in, in london or in narnia. you didn’t care, nor did he. you trusted fate would take you where you belong, and as long as he was by your side, you were happy with anything.

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