Ahhh I Saw The Prompt Lost Thing And Had To Send Something In Since I Am So In Love With Your Writingcould

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

prompts: 14, 46, 99

14. “you look amazing tonight.”

46. “dance with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you definitely owe ed a huge favor after this one.

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

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

Hi! Could you do prompt 22? With the golden trio x reader? Something kinda angsty? Thanks!

prompt 22: “this isn’t goodbye.”

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the battle of hogwarts raged around you, screams tearing from every direction as you ran desperately through the corridors, stopping only to assist a student in need if you saw one. you had to find them. despite your aching body, you were not going to give up until you knew they were still alive.

the people you were looking for were none other than your best friends, hermione granger, ron weasley and harry potter. you hadn’t even had a chance to see them before everything erupted into chaos, because you took the liberty of escorting students unable to fight to safety. 

in hindsight, it seemed like a good idea, making sure they were safe was crucial - though you wished you’d at least had a chance to speak to them, to wish them luck.

now here you were, searching every inch of the castle, desperate to find your friends. you knew them well - if it came down to it, which seemingly, it was about to - they would risk everything to keep the people they cared about safe. especially harry. 

voldemort had just demanded harry to see him on his own. should it have been any one, you were sure they would’ve had some sense and declined. unfortunately, it was harry james potter, who was anything but selfish.

you were on the verge of giving up when you saw a spell fly past you, catching your attention. you snapped your head in the direction of the wizard, only to see a death eater about to attack you again. you quickly shouted “protego!” and blocked his spell, launching into a duel with the man behind the mask. 

you shot spells back and forth, though your exhaustion was becoming clear, and your attacks were slowing with each passing spell.

suddenly, you heard a familiar voice cry out. “stupefy!” and your attacker was sent flying. you whipped around as a relieved smile overtook your features as you took off towards your best friend, quickly engulfing him in a hug, which he returned instantly.

“you’re alive.” you whispered, pulling back to look him up and down, seeing minimal scratches on his body. relief washed over you as you saw hermione and ron round the corner shortly after, and you gratefully threw your arms around the two of them, a small tear escaping your eyes. 

“i thought you were dead.” you spoke truthfully, glancing from them to harry. they all smiled sadly, despite everything- at least you were all safe.

harry looked over his friends, scanning their faces before he frowned deeply. “i have to go.” he spoke, catching their attention. you all began to argue, but he held up a hand, silencing you. “i have to do this. he wants me.” you all shared disapproving looks, though you knew deep down, harry wasn’t changing his mind.

you ran back over to your best friend, pulling him into another hug. you were probably suffocating him with how tight you held him, but at that moment, neither of you cared. you felt hermione and ron engulf you both, and you all stood silently for a moment, no one speaking. harry eventually pulled back, and looked over all of you, before swallowing thickly, and turning away.

“wait! harry!” you called, and he turned, though you knew it was painful for him to walk away. “this isn’t goodbye.” you stated, and he forced a smile, nodding.

“this isn’t goodbye.” he repeated, and with one last look at the lot of you, he walked off, ready to finish this war. whatever it took.

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.

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.