Could You Do Promts 58, 36, 42, 81 And 27 For Edmund Pevensie? Where Edmund And The Reader Are At A Ball

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

prompts: 58, 36, 42, 81, 27

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

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

41. “don’t be afraid.”

82. “just breathe, okay?”

27. “kiss me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

pumpkins [g.w]

word count: 1.7k

pairing: george weasley x reader

warnings: a tad bit of angst but its me so nothing new

a/n: i rarely right harry potter anymore so i wrote this immediately, and i love it ok.

request: could I request a George weasley imagine where it’s halloween and the reader and him are in a relationship and they’re carving pumpkins? thanks!! ( requested by anon )

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*italics are a memory.*

you loved everything about the fall season. the aesthetic of it all filled you with a certain warmth and comfort.

your favourite part of it all, however, was halloween. making your own and seeing everyone’s costumes, the delicious treats, the amazing hogwarts feast; every aspect of it was perfect, in your eyes.

after having had grown up with muggle parents, it was one of the few traditions that transferred over to the wizarding world. sure, there were a few differences, but for the most part, it made you more at home.

there was only one part of muggle halloween you couldn’t experience at hogwarts, and that was sitting down with your loved ones and hand-carving pumpkins. in the wizarding world, with a flick of their wrist, they could have whatever they wanted engraved in the vegetable without going through the large mess. for you, it seemed to ruin the fun, but you supposed that was only because you’d grown up doing it the hard way.

the only people you’d told of your traditions, were your boyfriend george and his brother, fred. and it didn’t go as well as you’d hoped.

“hey guys.” you huffed, plopping down into the seat next to fred, and across from george. they exchanged a confused glance, before looking back to you.

“what's up with you?” fred asked, digging into his breakfast. your eyes flitted around at the floating jack-o-lanterns littering the great hall. their gazes followed, though they didn’t speak.

“it’s just, when i was a kid, my family and i had this tradition of carving pumpkins. i miss it, that’s all.” you spoke dazedly, your eyes trained upwards.

“we can carve pumpkins here, if you want!” fred suggested, holding up his wand with a grin. you shook your head.

“not like that! like, scooping out the guts! and using stencils - drawing out what you want to carve, and then cutting into it with a knife!” you smiled excitedly, only to meet the confused faces of your friends.

“why in merlin’s name would you want to do that?” george peeped, tilting his head in confusion.

“well, i- i dunno. it’s fun!” you tried, and he didn’t reply. you looked (a bit desperately) at fred, who only shrugged.

“sorry, y/n. i’m with george on this one - i don’t get it. it seems like a bit of a waste of time, if i’m being honest.” he smiled apologetically, but you barely saw it as you were already standing up and gathering your things. “wait, where are you going?”

you turned away from them, refusing to show how upset you really were. “i’m not hungry. i’m sorry for bothering you - it was stupid.” before they could reply, you were already exiting the great hall, leaving the people you cared so much about staring guiltily at each other.

you hadn’t seen the twins since your interaction at breakfast. you tried to understand where they were coming from, having grown up in a world completely different to your own - but you wished they would’ve done the same and tried to understand, for your sake. you wanted to calm down before seeing them, and you’ve been avoiding them for hours now, though they didn’t seem to be making too much of an effort to try to talk to you.

sure, they had come to apologize to you, though when you showed no sign of accepting, they left you alone.

it hurt. you would’ve hoped they cared about you enough to at least try to get you to forgive them more than once. you had vented to your best friend angelina for awhile about what happened and how you were feeling. you spoke for a decent amount of time before she told you she had something to do and you didn’t want to hold her up, giving her a quick hug and waving her off politely.

you tried to push the thought of the twins out of your head. you decided you weren’t going to let this ruin one of your favourite times of year.

you forced a smile, and grabbed your broom. you figured if anything, enjoying time outside in the beautiful autumn weather was going to cheer you up. and you loved flying, deciding that it would be a nice way to clear your head.

angelina waited until you were well on your way to the pitch before she returned to the common room, finding fred and george sulking on the sofa. “nice going idiots. you’ve done it this time.” she sassed, and the two boys looked at her ludicrously. “luckily for you though, i have an idea.” an evil smirk creeped up on her lips, and fred and george looked at each other nervously, but agreed.

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you weren’t sure how long you’d been out on the pitch, but by the time you had made it back to your dorm to change, everyone had already headed to the great hall for dinner. you quickly threw on your robes and followed suit, slipping in quietly. you looked for angelina, seeing her sitting alone. you smiled as you approached her, nodding in acknowledgement.

you two chatted casually, but you couldn’t help but glance down the table, looking for your favourite gingers. “say, where are fred and george?” you asked, furrowing your brows. angelina shrugged, and you sighed. you hoped they weren’t skipping a meal for you; it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time george had pulled something like that for you, because he wanted to give you space - which you thought was the dumbest thing he could’ve done.

dinner ended quickly, and you were about to head to the common room when angelina paused. you looked at her questioningly, and she grabbedyour wrist and pulling you to a clearing, away from the wave of students heading back to their common rooms. “i just remembered, fred and george were setting up a prank on trelawney, and asked if i could grab something for them. do you mind if we go to the kitchens?” you shrugged, you never turned down a trip to the kitchens.

you both hid behind a wall, waiting for the many hufflepuff students to file into their dorm for the night. when you bid it was safe, you discreetly tickled the pear on the painting and stepped into the kitchens.

what met your gaze almost brought you to tears.

fred and george stood proudly holding up carving knives and various stencils, with bowls and scoops strawn perfectly around the table. you opened your mouth to speak, but couldn't find your voice. angelina pushed you forward gently, and you wordlessly walked over to george, who had an apologetic expression on his face. “you did this? but i.. huh?” you stuttered, and his smile only brightened at your shock.

“i know this is cheesy, and that we were incredibly rude earlier,” he paused, and you let out a weak chuckle. “but we didn’t give you a chance - and we thought maybe if you were up for it, you’d show us what the fun is all about?” he smiled cheekily, but you saw the nerves behind his words. you didn’t reply, but you took a step forward, engulfing him in a tight hug, which he quickly returned.

“you suck, george weasley.” you muttered into his chest, and felt vibrations run through you as he laughed at your words. you slowly released the hug, shoving him playfully. “that’s for earlier.” he opened his mouth to retort, but you quickly leaned up and connected your lips in a small peck. “and that’s for all of this.” you said, softly. you both smiled, you gently taking his hand in yours and tugging him towards the table.

“so, how do we do this exactly?” angelina asked, looking at the various tools laid out in front of you all. 

you smiled, and pulled out a knife. “well, first you cut a hold in the top of the pumpkin, so you can clear it out-”

three hours and countless laughs later, you all had made the biggest mess the kitchen had probably ever seen, and you had each finished a pumpkin. fred and george took the liberty of having a contest to see who could make the scarier carving, and you and angelina stuck with generic designs. you had used the stencils george and fred had found - you weren’t even going to question where they got those, by the way - and were extremely happy with the final product.

you turned to george and fred, a smirk on your face. “still think it's as pointless as it seems?” you teased, and you watched as simultaneously, they rubbed the back of their necks, awkwardly.

“well, actually, that was much more enjoyable than i would’ve thought..” mumbled fred, and angelina smacked him in the chest. “ow!” he shrieked, and before he could react, she had grabbed a handful of pumpkin guts, and thrown it his way. he gasped as the slimy substance hit his clothes, and quickly retaliated. she, however, had dodged the attack, and it instead had hit you.

fred’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you smirked evilly, you and angelina locking eye contact and making a silent agreement before you both took a handful of goop, launching it at fred and george. 

you had fought until there was nothing left in the bowls you had so nicely put the contents in, and you all looked around in hysterics as you noticed that you had managed to get pumpkin everywhere.

you called over a house elf, and apologetically asked if they could clean up the pumpkin guts and tools, and her gaze widened as she saw the amount of pumpkin everywhere. still, she gladly cleaned everything but your carved pumpkins with a snap of her fingers, and collected the dishes to return them to their usual places. you thanked her kindly, and shook your head at your friends.

that night, the four of you snuck your pumpkins down to hagrid’s hut, hiding them amongst the extremely large pumpkins he grew during the season. 

you’d left him a small note under his doorstep, and with the help of the marauder’s map, you successfully weaved your way through the school, back to the safety of the common room without being caught. you all bid eachother goodnight, and you all washed off before getting into beds, content.

maybe it wasn’t the tradition you were used to, but something told you that wasn’t going to be the last time you were going to be carving pumpkins with the weasley twins. maybe you’d just made a new tradition.

and to you, this was just one more reason to love the autumn season.

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.

traitor [p.p]

word count: 1.2k

pairing: pansy parkinson x fem!reader

warnings: a lot of angst, death

a/n: i changed the request just a teeny bit, i hope its okay!

request: Hi, i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could write a Pansy x f!reader When they are in the hogwarts battle when Voldemort announces that Harry is dead and reader is one of the only Slytherin-owned who has stood against the Death Eaters. She tries to bring Pansy to her side, but ends up being called a traitor by belatrix and ends up being killed by the same during the battle, having as a last action saying I love you to Pansy. ( requested by @forgetmenotsworld )

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this was not how things were supposed to end. harry was supposed to kill voldemort, and things were supposed to go back to a peaceful world, where you didn’t have to jump at every creak in the floorboards, scared you were going to be attacked. everything you’d done was supposed to be justified - because he won.

you stood absolutely distraught at the sight in front of you. you heard the screams in celebration of the death eaters, knowing full well that your family and the families of your best friends stood among them. 

“harry potter is dead!” you heard vaguely, though you began to drone out the sounds around you as realization dawned on you.

you were never going to get that perfect life you wanted with pansy, because harry was dead. along with him went any hope of your freedom. the dark lord was going to rise and take over the wizarding world. and you were expected to follow.

you and pansy had been together since your fifth year, through everything you acted side-by-side. you were each other’s rocks. from helping each other through the tasks assigned by the dark lord and your parents, to the constant glares you got from other houses. the hardest and simplest times, you’d been through it all together - and that was what made any of it somewhat okay.

you thought you were on the same page always - together until the end, as you’d always say to her. she would always repeat your words with confidence, because you always hoped for a better life.

now, all hope gone, you were simply scared. pansy had always been one to give into fear, especially when it came down to risking the lives of those she loved. if there was one thing that scared her the most, it was losing her family - or worse - losing you.

draco had warned her before the battle began, and the words echoed in her head. 

“don’t do anything stupid, pansy. you know what he’s capable of - he won’t hesitate to kill anyone. especially not her. he shows no mercy, and you need to do what he says.” his voice cracked at his own words, and that was when pansy had realized; he was just as scared as she was. if not more.

so when lucius and narcissa began to coax draco over to them, pansy was not surprised at the way he obediently did as told. she looked over at you, whose expression had visibly dropped into one of shock. 

she opened her mouth to comfort you, but no words came out. she couldn’t comfort you now, because you both knew what was going to happen next. there was nothing comforting about it.

“pansy.” she heard, and her world froze. she slowly turned, to meet the eyes of her father burning holes through her. “come. now.” he all but demanded, and she gulped nervously. she felt your heavy gaze on her, and her heart tore in half. 

her eyes traveled to draco, whose expression was pleading her to listen. it was this or you would die, she reminded herself. taking a shaky breath, she refused to look at you as she stepped out onto the field, ignoring the disappointed gazes of her peers.

you thought you were shocked when draco gave in without a fight. but pansy? you thought she knew better. your mind was racing, and you barely felt the tears that began rolling down your cheeks as you pushed through the crowd, grabbing her arm. 

“pansy - don’t do this.” you pleaded, and your heart broke even more when she turned to face you, her expression holding no emotion.

“i have to.” she stated, but you knew her - and you knew how hard she was trying to hold up a brave front. you stepped forward, reaching a hand out to cup her cheek. she leaned against it, closing her eyes. “please don’t make this harder than it has to be. just come with me, and we can both be safe.”

“i can’t fight with him. stay with me - we can fight for the right side. we can make up for some of the fucked up shit we’ve done. i love you-” you started, but you were cut off by a loud, wicked cackle that echoed through the deathly silent courtyard. you and pansy stepped apart, a bit taken aback by the horrid sound. your eyes followed the source, only to see bellatrix skipping happily over to you.

pansy wanted to desperately to step out in front of you, stop whatever was going to happen. she made a motion to move, but she felt her body lock as bellatrix yelled a simple “stupefy!” and laughed maniacally. 

pansy could see and hear everything that was happening, but couldn’t do anything to stop it, and she felt her heart crack as bellatrix dragged her wand against your chin. you stood tall, but even from her position on the ground, she knew you were scared.

bellatrix circled you, like an animal waiting to attack its prey. you felt her wand gently running along your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “looky what we’ve got here.” she purred, and you sucked in a breath as she stepped away from you, facing you directly. 

“a traitor! how exciting - i mean, what a shame..” she spoke sarcastically, and a wicked smile crawled onto her face.

“there’s only one way to handle people like yourself.” she whispered, so only you could hear. “and everyone is going to watch.” she turned to face the crowd of students, all watching with bated breaths. 

“this is what happens to those of you who don’t listen to the dark lord. may this girl serve as a reminder.” she turned to you, and without hesitation, screamed the last words you’d ever hear. “avada kedavra!”

pansy watched in pain as you dropped to the ground, unable to move. finally, bellatrix lifted her spell from pansy’s body, and she crawled over to your lifeless figure, clinging to you desperately. 

“no no no” she repeated, cradling you to her chest. “i love you too, y/n. what happened to together until the end? please, please come back. i can’t do this without you.” she muttered, sobs wracking her body. 

bellatrix had launched off into a speech about treachery, though pansy paid no mind. you were gone.

she felt a pair of strong arms lift her away from you, and she kicked and screamed in a feeble attempt to get back to you. “shh, pans. i’ve got you.” draco whispered, and pansy finally felt the weakness hit her as she went limp in his arms, allowing him to bring her to her parents’ side. pansy turned abruptly, latching onto draco as she cried.

it had felt like her whole world had come crashing down, you were the only thing that kept her sane and now, you were dead. she was alone, and hopeless. 

she saw movement from the corner of her eye, and suddenly harry was alive - and battle broke out. something in her snapped, and she wiped her tears with a newfound determination. ‘this one’s for you, y/n.’ she thought, sucking in a sharp breath and running to help her fellow hogwarts students.

she was going to fight for what was right, for the life you have always dreamed of - or she would die trying.

Angelic is so beautiful💜💜💜 I love it thank you so much!

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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