Angelic Is So Beautiful I Love It Thank You So Much!

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

i’m glad you liked it !! thank you for requesting :-)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.