Fate [e.p]

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.

lonely [e.p]

word count: 1.8k

pairing: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: a lot of angst, sappy edmund.

a/n: shitty ending - sorry.

request: Hi, I’m wondering if it’s ok if I can request an Edmund x reader? Perhaps reader had entered Narnia and has been there for a while, but they began to feel lost and begins to think they have no purpose in Narnia. Edmund catches them sitting somewhere alone, just reminiscing their past before entering the magical world while humming a lullaby from Home then he starts talking with them. You can write whatever you feel comfortable doing. Srry if I was too picky. Thanks & peace and love💖☮️ (requested by anon)

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you sat in the gardens of the castle, on a bench placed next to the intricate fountain that complimented the assortment of greenery that surrounded you. you were deep in thought, a frown etched on your face, not a single trace of happiness found in your expression. you were tired of being a waste of space.

back in england, you were a nobody. you were a number amongst the crowd of children. no friends at school, no siblings. sure, there was the occasional person who took pity on you and chatted for awhile, but they never stuck. 

your parents were never around - your father was fighting in the war, and your mother missed him so much, she was either always out with friends to distract herself, or drinking away her sorrows. you were alone, in every sense of the word.

until one day, you had hope that would change.

you’d been walking home from school one day, when you decided you were feeling adventurous and took the long way home. you were walking through a park, which at this time, was nearly empty, save for the old couple strolling around casually. you were crossing the small bridge when you heard splashing in the water, and you looked over the edge of the bridge, only to see the water shoot up and engulf you completely.

you suddenly felt your weight being lifted, and your eyes shot open, only to see you fully submerged in a body of water. you swam to the surface, confusion washing over you when you saw that you were no longer at the park, but on a beach. one you had never seen before. 

confusedly, you swam to the shore, only to be met with an even more beautiful view. atop the hills, an extravagant castle sat perched above the waters, and your awe was quick to turn to confusion. where the hell were you?

the sound of rushed hooves against the sand snapped you out of your thoughts, and you cowered upon seeing the target destination was none other than yourself. you froze as the horse slowed to a stop, turning so that the rider could get a good look at you. 

you took in a sharp breath as the boy looked you up and down, and frowned. he looked about your age, and boy, was he gorgeous. a mop of messy raven hair dripping small droplets of water every few seconds, beautiful brown eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sun and clothing that seemed perfectly tailored to his body type.

“you’re a human.” he stated, and you had never been more confused in your life. had you hit your head? you didn’t remember, but surely it was possible - you must’ve been dreaming. you saw the boy looked expectantly at you, and he quirked a brow at you. you swallowed thickly, a sudden sinking feeling swarming you.

“are you not?” you quipped, trying to sound confident and failing miserably. he sighed, muttering something under his breath. he looked around him, and upon seeing you two were the only ones on the beach, his eyes widened and realization seemed to wash over him.

“did you- did you come out of the ocean?” he asked, and you only nodded slowly in response. he sucked in a breath, before reaching a hand out to you. “come with me.” he all but demanded, and you were too scared to deny his authoritative tone. it wasn’t like you have anywhere else to go - and besides, it was only a dream. right?

wrong. turns out, you definitely weren’t dreaming. narnia was very real. shortly after you’d mounted the boy’s steed, he’d taken you to the beautiful castle - cair paravel, he’d called it - to meet his siblings. you found out he was a king, ruling alongside his sisters and his brother, the high king. they had told you the stories of their lives prior to narnia, and told you of their time here.

“aslan is the true king of narnia,” peter explained, a distant smile on his face, reminiscing the days spent with the great lion. “he controls who comes in and out of this world. he brought us here to help with the war against the white witch.” you listened intently, hanging onto his every word. 

“if aslan brought you here, he must have a reason. no one comes here without a purpose.” he smiled kindly at you, and for once, you were hopeful you’d found somewhere you belonged.

that was months ago, however, and you had not since met aslan, nor found any purpose for your stay in the beautiful land. you promised yourself you wouldn’t force your place in cair paravel, though it was getting harder and harder each passing day to ignore the pang of guilt in your chest. 

the pevensies were some of the kindest people you’d ever met, and were very patient with you. they considered you a friend; or so they’d told you. you didn’t know how honest that was, though you’d appreciated the sentiment.

truth was, friend or not, you did not belong in the castle. the pevensies were siblings, close as could be, and though they considered you just as much royal as themselves, you were not. they had duties, and were constantly chatting about them - you typically sitting in silence as they conversed happily. 

you may have been a ‘daughter of eve’ as they’d claimed - which in their eyes made you their equal - but to yourself, you were still just a waste of space. and that’s all you’d ever be.

you had had enough on this particular night, and decided to distance yourself. you skipped dinner, instead spending the night gazing lovingly at the beautiful narnian sky. you figured they wouldn’t miss you too much; they were only nice because they felt they had to be. 

why would anyone willingly be friends with you? it’s never happened before, so why should you believe this time was any different?

a defeated sigh escaped your lips, you leaning forward to bury your face in your hands. you peaked through your fingers, looking up at the sky. “aslan, if you’re out there..” you began to whisper, feeling very vulnerable. “could you just give me some sort of sign? some reason for being here..” your voice cracked, and a tear slipped down your cheek. you let the tears flow freely after that, no longer caring.

little did you know, one of the pevensie siblings had missed your presence at dinner, and had immediately set off to find you, a small basket of food for you held tightly in his grasp. he had never seen you skip a meal, and he was worried. 

he had searched the entire castle, he was sure, until he caught sight of the beautiful red gown susan had lent you blowing softly in the slight narnian breeze. a relieved smile took over his expression as he stepped outside, but he frowned as he heard your broken voice speaking freely into the wind. 

he hadn’t meant to intrude, or hear your words. but he had - and his heart panged at the thought of you feeling so alone.

when he’d heard you start to cry, he sucked in a deep breath, and made himself known. he very slowly approached you, careful not to startle you in this state. he lowered himself gently onto the bench next to you, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence when you felt comfortable.

you felt the weight of the bench shift, and you had a sinking feeling you knew exactly who it was. you didn’t even bother trying to stop your crying at this point, he already saw you like this. 

“you don’t have to stay you know.” you sniffled, shifting so you were turned away from him. you felt his intense gaze on you, and you sighed, wiping stray tears. “i know you’re here because you pity me. not because you care.” you muttered, your breath beginning to even out.

edmund sat shocked by your statements, blinking rapidly in an effort to process them. “you think really think that we- that i don’t care?” he asked, his eyes and tone disbelieving. you flinched slightly at his shock, and cowered back into yourself. 

“y/n, look at me.” he said gently, and despite your better judgement, you listened and did as told. his eyes were gazing fiercely into your own, trying to convey his honesty through to you. “i have never lied to you about our friendship. i genuinely enjoy your company, as do my siblings. you belong here, y/n. i don’t care if you think so or not. sometimes aslan doesn’t always make things crystal clear - though he knows what he’s doing. he doesn’t make mistakes.” 

you smiled sadly, his words comforting you, though you still had doubts. it wasn’t edmund’s fault, you’d spent so many years alone it was your initial instinct.

“if anything,” edmund spoke again, though he seemed to hesitate. “i’m glad you were brought here.” he avoided your gaze at these words, though you were sure he could sense your questioning gaze. 

“you know, i don’t exactly fit in with my siblings. i’ve made mistakes, y/n. when i was younger, i did some really stupid things and put them in danger. they tell me they’ve forgiven me, but i still haven’t forgiven myself. they’ll always see me as a traitor. you being here, however, has made me feel less lonely than i have in years. so if anything, i have aslan to thank. i needed you, and i didn’t even know it until i had you.”

you were speechless. you had no idea he’d felt that way, and suddenly, your worries melted away. edmund cared about you, a lot. and you cared for him just as much. in the spur of emotions, you very quickly leaned forward, tugging his chin to face you and pressing your lips to his without warning. he hesitated, causing you to panic slightly, before you felt him returning the kiss and grasping your hips gently.

you pulled away, burying your head in his chest as you pulled him into a tight hug. you felt his arms slowly wrap around you, and felt him let out a shaky breath. “i need you too.” you whispered, and he gently rested his chin atop your head.

the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of each other’s arms wrapped around the other. for once, the two of you felt complete. for a moment, you were no longer the invisible girl from london, and he was no longer the king with the dark past. you were simply two people, filling the gaping hole of loneliness in each other’s hearts.

and for once in your life, you felt like you had found your purpose.

also i’m a hufflepuff too!!!💛💛

the best house ! 💛

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.

my hero [tumnus]

word count: 1.0k

pairing: tumnus x reader

warnings: poor writing

a/n: i don’t like how this turned out, but i made due with a very little plot line. all i ask is if you request something, please give me a bit of a plot to work with :)

request: Mr. Tumnus with a shy s/o if you're comfortable? no body writes for him, lol

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you had grown up in narnia, raised by beaver who took you in from a young age. you weren’t exactly sure how you ended up in narnia, but it really didn’t matter. you were a narnian; despite the fact one might see you and think you were a human. 

technically, you were human, but as far as you were concerned, you identified solely as narnian. though if anyone identified you as a human, you likely wouldn’t speak otherwise.

so when the real daughters of eve and sons of adams arrived at your doorstep, you were shocked. they all looked surprised to see you, a human, in narnia; though none of them treated you as anything other than a narnian. they accepted you as you were; a loyal fighter in their army, and for that you were grateful. 

you, along with the beavers, helped them escape the wolves, and soon you all found yourselves in aslan’s camp; a place filled with creatures of all sorts.

it was no shock when the white witch’s army stormed your base. you had all prepared as much as you can; weapons, armour and steeds had been distributed throughout the army. 

you stood with the younger son of adam, edmund, with your bow at the ready. you nodded to him, and he nodded to his older brother. the gryphons began their attack, and the witch’s army began to attack, yours following shortly after peter’s command. 

you waited patiently for edmund’s signal, before releasing the wave of arrows the lot of you had launched. you bid him a quick farewell and a quiet “stay safe, my lord” before taking off down to fight with the other narnians. 

you wielded a sword well, beaver having trained you from young, knowing the prophecy would one day come true. you ran straight into battle, fighting valiantly alongside your people. you took out each attacker coming your way, but you quickly came to the realization you were severely outnumbered. 

you were sure everyone around you was coming to the same realization, as everyone fought the exhaustion nipping at them and fought as hard as they could. 

as the battle raged around you, the weight of the sword seemed to become heavier with every swing. you landed strong blows, though your movements were much slower than when you had started fighting. still, you refused to give into the exhaustion, seeing as no one else was; you weren’t weak, and too much was at risk to give up now. 

you were starting to give into temptation, before you heard a loud roar echo across the field of battle, and briefly saw aslan tackle the white witch. a sudden adrenaline floods your system as you saw a large wave of narnians come up from where aslan once stood.

you were fighting a warrior when you heard a cry of pain, slightly distracting you for a moment and letting your guard down, when you turned, you saw a weapon aimed directly at your abdomen, seconds away from piercing your skin when you saw a figure appear from behind you, quickly stabbing your attacker and taking him down easily. 

“you’d best watch yourself.” a male voice piped up, and you turned to face your saviour, when you saw stunning brown curls and big brown eyes. you blushed, opening your mouth to say something when you saw a soldier coming up behind him. 

you quickly pulled out your bow and an arrow, “get down!” you told him, and he obliged, the arrow flying past where he was once stood and taking out the soldier. 

subconsciously, the two of you stuck together, fighting side by side until finally, you’d won. the war was finally over, and you felt a great weight lifted off your shoulders. 

you turned to your earlier saviour, only to find he was already looking at you. he seemed to be shamelessly checking you out. you suddenly felt very self-conscious, and unable to help yourself, you turned bright red. he noticed, and a prideful smile lit up his features- for what, you were unsure.

he stepped closer to you, and stuck his hand out politely. “i’m tumnus.” he introduced, and you shyly smiled at him, softly taking and shaking his hand. you glanced over his features, though you were surprisingly unphased by his legs and horns. 

he was still gorgeous, you thought. “y/n.” you replied, your gaze moving to your feet. 

“well y/n, it’s nice to meet you. must i say, you’re quite good with a sword.” he complimented, and your blush deepened. 

“thank you.” you muttered; social situations were not your forte. 

suddenly lucy came bounding from nowhere, “mr. tumnus! you’ve met y/n, aren’t they great?!” you bit your lip, embarrassed by all the sudden attention. you grew up solely with beaver and his wife, and rarely you would see badger. 

you never had much social interaction outside of the dam, so this was something you were not used to, and you were slightly uncomfortable. you knew lucy meant no harm however, and tried your best to smile as convincingly as possible. 

“they are great, aren’t they?” tumnus replied, using a teasing tone lucy didn’t quite catch. she giggled and nodded, before excusing herself to help the narnian soldiers with her cordial. 

“she’s quite something, isn’t she?” he asked you, and you nodded. 

“she’s delightful.” you replied, smiling as you watched the young girl bound from one injured to another, beaming with pride at her capability to assist. 

“as are you.” he said smoothly, and you choked, taken aback by his comment. tumnus began to laugh at your state, proud at his successful attempt to make you smile. “you know, you can talk to me. i won’t bite.” he said, and though his tone was joking, you knew he was being sincere. 

“sorry, i’m not really used to this whole.. socializing thing.” you replied, and though you didn’t mean it to be funny necessarily, he laughed, and you joined in, slowly feeling more comfortable with him as the time passed. 

“i think you and i are going to get along very well.” he stated, and as you both exchanged smiles, you couldn’t help but agree with him. this was going to be interesting.

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.