Lonely [e.p]

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.

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.

thank you for this. truly, thank you!!!

hear me out here..

hogwarts au narnia fic ft slytherin!edmund x hufflepuff!reader.

anyone wanna take one for the team and write this for me i’ll be forever grateful for you

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

71 with Peter? the reader gets really drunk and all affectionate? or not if you have a better idea... whatever you think would be good!

prompt: 71. “you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

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living in a castle and ruling a kingdom had its downsides; sure, it was stressful and you constantly had work that had to be tended to, though it certainly did have its perks as well. one of those perks were the formal balls susan loved to hold at any given chance.

that’s where you found yourself currently, a glass in your hand as you vividly chatted with lucy about the beautiful gowns everyone was wearing and how lovely susan had planned the night. if you were being completely honest, you didn’t exactly know why you were having a ball - you were just told you had to attend, and that meant in turn, you could drink.

it wasn’t that you necessarily enjoyed drinking, though the responsibilities of being the future high queen did become quite a lot sometimes, and it was a nice way to relax with your friends. besides, no one here was going to stop you, and you figured if you had the chance, why not?

as you sipped on your fourth - or was it your fifth? - glass of wine, you began to feel light, and as your conversation with lucy died down, you swiftly grabbed her hands. “dance with me!” you smiled brightly, and lucy giggled at your state, but didn’t disagree. she didn’t need drinks to let loose like you did, and the two of you spun around and danced together; anything but gracefully.

you weren’t sure how long the two of you had been swaying together when a warm voice cut through the music. “may i steal my fiancee from you, lu?” he spoke airily, an amused smile on his face as he saw you pouting, but his sister only giggled and handed you off, taking a moment to whisper something in his ear, causing a chuckle to escape his lips.

this only made you pout more, and you went to step closer to him, stumbling and leaning against his firm chest. “whaaaat?” you slurred, and peter only smiled at you, adoration in his eyes.

“oh nothing. you’re just cute.” you smiled at his words, grasping his hands clumsily. he got the memo, and gently assumed a dancing position, guiding you slowly into a traditional slow dance. 

you could barely keep yourself upright, and decided to shift so that you were leaning your weight against his chest as he lazily swayed the two of you side to side.

“i love you, peter.” you mumbled tiredly into his chest, and though you couldn’t see it, he smiled brightly at your drunken words. he hummed in response, causing you to giggle at the feeling. you had definitely had more to drink than you thought you had.

“you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” he asked, even though he was painfully aware of the answer. you giggled again, confirming his statement silently. “do you want to go back to our room for the night?” he asked, it was getting quite late, and you were in no way in a state to stay much longer - he’d deal with susan later. 

you nodded against his chest, and he shifted to wrap an arm around your waist as he walked you out of the crowded ballroom, and towards your shared chambers.

“y’know, i’m really glad i met peter.” you spoke airily, your eyes shut and ready to drift off to sleep. peter glanced down at you, and seeing you barely standing upright, he slid his free arm under your knees and picked you up bridal style.

“i’m glad i met you too, y/n.” he chuckled, very much amused by your drunk speech. probably a bit too much, but he was not going to let you live this down tomorrow.

“he is so pretty.” you seemed to forget who you were talking to, and he listened, humming in acknowledgment to your words. “i can’t believe i get to marry him. i’m so lucky.” you hiccuped, before continuing. “sometimes i feel like i don’t deserve peter, y’know. b-but then he always make me feel better! i love peter. do you think he loves me?” you opened your eyes, and looked at the boy you loved questioningly.

“yes, y/n. i think peter loves you very much.” he responded, gently undoing the laces of your dress and helping you into your nightwear. he then guided you to your bed, tucking you in. “and he cannot wait to make you his wife.” he kissed your forehead, and you smiled sleepily.

“promise?” you mumbled, your eyes closing softly.

“i promise.” but you had already fallen asleep then, and peter smiled as he closed the door behind him. aslan, he loved you. 

you may have been drunk, but he certainly wasn’t - and every word he spoke was true. he could not wait until your wedding day, when he could make you his wife. until then, he would settle for the love you two held for each other.

because as long as he had you by his side, everything would be alright.

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?