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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.

Edmund One-Shot (Modern) - How You Met

A/N

Omg I haven’t posted in sooo looooong. Well, here ya go.

E/C = Eye Colour

You walked down the corridor in your favourite worn out jeans, a red and black flannel shirt , and your signature brown ankle boots. It was the first day back at school, and you were carrying your books for the next period, your backpack haphazardly thrown on your right shoulder. You didn't really care what people thought of you; all you cared about was getting to the lesson before that damn bell. Since you were looking down, you didn't notice someone was in front of you until you found yourself on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" a male voice exclaimed. You looked up, your heart stopping for a millisecond. It was Edmund Pevensie. The most popular boy in your year, and arguably in the entire main school. You immediately felt uncomfortable. You didn't have much of an opinion on him, but you always preferred to stay in the shadows, and were perfectly happy to go unseen.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry, it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." You replied, collecting yourself. You thanked the stars that the corridor wasn't full. You looked down, not noticing Edmund quickly turn around and glare at his older brother, who held his hands up as if to say "what?" before turning around and walking away, trying to suppress his laughter. With a sigh, Edmund turned back round to you, extending his hand.

"I'm Edmund. Edmund Pevensie" He said.

"I know." a beat passed. "Sorry, that sounds weird, I just mean that I know your name because most people do, and I've seen you around, and, yeah I'm going to stop talking now." You got out in one breath, blushing in embarrassment as he you accepted his hand, and you were pulled from the floor.

"I'm Y/N." you said in a small voice, finally introducing yourself.

"I know." You looked up to see an impish grin on the young Pevensie's face. You stared at each other, and a second passed before you both chuckled, albeit awkwardly, as you bent down to collect your things.

As you checked over everything, you noticed you were missing a textbook. Then, it came into your line of eyesight, attached to Edmund's pale hand. You looked up, noticing he was observing you with a small smile on his face. Muttering a quiet thank you, you took the book, but your eyes widened seeing the watch on his wrist.

"Oh god! It's almost time for class!" you exclaimed. The ebony-haired boy looked at his watch, his eyes widening too as he saw the time.

"Shit!" he cursed, turning back to you. "Sorry for bumping into you Y/N, I'll...see you around?" he asked, his hazel eyes bright and...hopeful?

"Oh, um, yeah, I...I guess so." you replied, unsure of yourself.

"Great!" he exclaimed, excited, "Bye!" you close-enough-to-waved back until he turned around. Just then, the bell rang, and you took off down the corridor, just making it in time and almost forgetting about your encounter with the dark-haired Pevensie. Almost.

***

Edmund silently copied down what was on the board, his thoughts centred on the E/C girl for around the 1000th time. He'd liked her since Year 9, when she moved up a year from Year 8. He was also mentally cursing his older brother and his sixth-form free periods, which he seemed to think was a perfect time to visit his younger brother and push him into his year-long crush. He had to give himself some credit though – he handled the situation pretty well. The door opened and he looked up, and who should enter but Y/N. She turned to the teacher and explained that she had a music lesson. The teacher nodded.

"That's fine. Your seat is over there next to Edmund." Y/N's head snapped over to him before turning back to the teacher and nodding. Edmund's heart raced as she made her way over, before forcing a strange sounding "Hi" out of his mouth. She quietly greeted him back before opening her exercise book and started copying down the notes on the board.

***

"Okay everyone, your homework is a project with your desk partner. It's only small, and has no point other than to help you get to know each other. All the details will be on Google Classroom." the teacher said.

As you left the classroom, Edmund gave you a crumpled piece of paper.

"Here. Text me when you know when we can start working."

"O-okay." You replied gaining a small scrap of confidence, though still internally freaking out at the prospect of doing a 'bonding exercise' in the form of a history project. "Will do." you swallowed.

"See you then!" he said flashing his perfect, white teeth and turning around, jogging over to his siblings.

"See you," you replied quietly once he was out of earshot.

This might not be that bad. He seems nice – and smart, you thought.

I still hate people though, you firmly told yourself, before walking home.

Edmund One-Shot : Few Smiles

A/N

Though this is set in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, for plot relevance, I'm going by the film ages so Edmund is 12. Also, sorry it's kinda shit...

Y/P – Your Pronoun

"Hey Ed!" you said as he walked into the classroom. Instead of the usual hello, he acted as though you weren't there and sat in the spare seat on the opposite side of the classroom. Your smile dropped as he did so - this wasn't like him. Smiles from him were few and rare recently, but this was different. You hoped you hadn't upset him. You had grown up together after all - your friendship couldn't end when you were 14.

Alas, the day continued in this foreign way. He didn't sit next to you in lessons and acted as though you didn't know each other. Any time you attempted to go near him, let alone speak to him, he immediately walked away.

By the end of the school day, well, it was safe to say that you'd had enough.

***

The corridor was empty, or so Edmund thought. He yanked his locker open and began ramming the contents in his bag, filled with anger. He cursed every Government Worker he knew the name of while fumbling with the straps of his bag.

"Edmund!"

He froze. Slamming the locker closed, he slung his bag over his shoulder. Spinning around, Edmund made to walk down the corridor, away from you.

But you'd had enough. You covered the space between you and him in three long strides, and grabbed his arm, making him turn to face you.

"Hey! Get off me!"

"No!" You cried back. "What is going on Edmund? Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" You had tears in your eyes on the last question.

"Nothing's wrong, except that I'm being bugged by an annoying little nobody!" Edmund yelled. As soon as the last word left his lips, his faces morphed into one of horror and regret.

"Oh." You whispered, the tears in your eyes escaping, and trailing a cold, lonely path down your cheeks.

"Y/N, no, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay Edmund, I understand. I'm sorry if I did something wrong." You sniffled, "but, I'll leave you alone now. Bye Eddie Bear."

After the familiar nickname escaped your lips, you turned around and fled the hallway, and Edmund's heart broke upon hearing your sobs fade down the corridor as you ran off, away from his harsh words, away from him.

***

The door of the Pevensie's home slammed shut as the youngest, ebony haired boy stormed into the house. His older brother's head snapped upwards at the abrupt noise, and he exchanged a worried glance with his mother as Edmund ran upstairs.

"I'll go." Peter said, motioning for his mother to stay in the living room.

As he approached him and his brother's room, he heard the unmistakable sound of crying. Sighing, he carefully opened the door, and, receiving no backlash for doing so from his brother, entered the room.

"Ed? Edmund, what's wrong?" Peter asked, concerned for his sibling. He sat on the edge of Edmund's bed.

"Ed? Please tell me what's going on?"

"It's Y/N." Peter's eyes widened at this. Y/N and Edmund has known each other since they were babies.

"Is Y/P hurt, what happened?"

"I did. I-I can't believe I said that to Y/P." Edmund said, his voice breaking.

"Said what?" Peter said softly.

"I called Y/P a nobody..."

"Why?" Peter said, shocked.

"I ignored Y/P for the whole day..." Edmund continued, sobbing.

"Oh Eddie," Peter sighed, pulling his little brother in for a hug. "Why? Y/N's your best friend."

"I guess, I was so upset about dad that I didn't want to talk to anyone in case I was mean. I'm just so angry, and I didn't want to take it out on Y/N..."

"Look," Peter began, " You two have known each other since you were three years old. Anything that you did or said, just explain why, and I'm sure Y/P will understand. Okay?"

"Yeah, thanks Pete."

"Always." Peter replied, rubbing Edmund's shoulder, before his younger sibling abruptly shot up, and ran to the door.

"Where are you going?" the eldest Pevensie yelled.

"To talk to Y/N," he said, running down the hall.

"Good luck!" Was the reply he got, as he bolted out of the door, one thought running through his head.

Please Y/N, please forgive me...

A/N

Part 2?

This is so cute 😻

Confessions pt. 1?

Edmund pevensie X Reader

Summary: Edmund has been acting differently towards Y/n and the Pevensie sisters tease her about it.

Word count: 664

A/N: mmm, honestly idk about this one. Might do a part two where she confesses to Edmund!

Part 2

He'd been ignoring her for days now.

"I don't know what Ed's deal is." She sighs talking with Lucy and Susan as they took their evening walk around the gardens, "I can't think of one thing I might have said or done to set him off recently. Honestly, I thought we were past the whole 'I can't stand you' thing!" Susan shrugs,

"He hasn't mentioned anything. If he was mad, he'd say something especially if you had pissed him off. All I ever hear is him talking about you y/n." Y/n blushes at that and furrows her brows, thinking to herself,

'So then he's not mad at me?'

"I bet I know what's up," Lucy says with a grin as the two girls turn to look at her with questioning eyes, "he's obviously realized his feelings for y/n. Pete and Caspian probably knocked some sense into him!" Y/n simply rolls her eyes and keeps walking, but Susan stops looking Lucy dead in the eyes,

"You mean to tell me he's finally acknowledging his feelings?!" A smile breaks out across her face as Lucy enthusiastically nods. Y/n blushes at her two best friends interactions and shakes her head,

"I've told you guys-"

"It's not like that!" Lucy cuts her off,

"We're just friends!" Susan continues, "yeah yeah, we all see how you two look at each other. You're not discrete at all." Y/n blushes at the realization they've noticed.

"You look into things too much. Really, he is just a friend." she laughs at herself,

'This has to be the dumbest thing I've lied about, honestly y/n do you hear yourself?'

"Oh yes, friends definitely sneak out late at night to go walk along the beach." Lucy says, sarcasm lacing her voice.

"That's just him letting off steam, he only let's me go with bc he knows how much I enjoy the sound of the water!" Y/n defends, her face turning a deep shade of red.

Susan rolls her eyes, "And the whole head in his lap as he reads to you nearly everynight?"

"I-" y/n starts just to be cut off again,

"Or how about the fact that the two of you will only dance with each other at balls?" Y/n rolls her eyes, and just let's them do their thing, there's no shutting them up once they've started with this.

"You do realize his eyes are always on you right? Like no matter what."

"He always makes sure you laugh at his jokes."

"He can hardly contain a smile when you look at him."

"If you're near him his hand is in yours or on the small of your back, on your thigh."

"He speaks to you with such softeness in his-"

"Okay I get it! Yes I do like him, of course I like Edmund." She cuts Lucy off, before thinking about what she's said. Lucy practically screams and Susan just laughs,

"I knew it!" Lucy exclaims, "this is amazing! I can't wait to tell Peter and Caspian oh my gosh!"

"No!" Y/n says, and Lucy turns to her confused, "You can't tell them. Honestly, I hadn't even planned on telling the two of you." they frowned at that, "I had just wanted to wait for it to go away, I mean it took so long for us to even get where we are now. I just couldn't stand the thought of messing it all up over some small crush." she sighs.

"How long have you known you like him?" Susan asks, Y/n looks down,

"About fourish months now."

"FOUR?!" Lucy and Susan both shouted, "that sounds like much more than 'a small crush' to me," Lucy says with a grin, and y/n shakes her head smiling,

"Okay yeah, I'm kind of in love with your brother."

"Well, good. Because I couldn't picture him with anyone else at this point. You two are perfect for one another," Susan winks at her and she rolls her eyes bumping the girl playfully.

"I'm glad I told you guys." Y/n says with a soft smile.

𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐜'𝐬

summary. headcanons of your relationship with edmund pevensie before dating. (fem reader)

— straight up fluff, nothing else. PART 2/2 [ link to part 1 here ]

— Reciting Shakespearean quotes to each other. You two can have a whole conversation with just quotes from Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, or even A Midsummer Night’s Dream. But the quotes just keep getting more and more suggestive until you're both just absentmindedly flirting with each other without even realizing it because it just seems so natural.

— Both of you staring at each other's lips while talking. Like his eyes dart from your eyes, to your lips, to your eyes, and back to your lips AGAIN because he just finds your lips looking so kissable. — (Expanding on the above ^) Close proximity between the two of you whenever he has the sudden urge to kiss you, (though that urge doesn't get full-filled for a while..) and INTENSE eye contact paired with soft murmurs. — BONUS: If you speak another language, use that to your absolute advantage. Just imagine.. (using French because that happens to be the language I speak, but just imagine it as whatever other language you speak.) Y/N: Je crois que je suis amoureux de toi. (I think I'm in love with you.) Edmund: What? Y/N: What?

— Brushing hands!! All the time!! Him grabbing your hand to lead you through a crowded hallway so you "don't get lost", but really it's just an excuse to be in contact with your skin. ^ (adding onto this) Making excuses along the lines of, "Your hands are cold.. let me warm them up for you." despite it being SUMMER and no where near cold.

— Tending his wounds after battle. At first he tries to hide his injuries from you, but he ends up failing miserably. You do end up scolding him for his reckless behavior while cleaning a cut right above his eye, but he doesn't even take in any of the words you're saying to him, for he's far too busy admiring how stunning you look when you're concentrated.

— Reading together all the time!! You've both read all the Narnian classics, of course. He always takes out two copies of the same book, in case you want to read the same book with him as well, so he can talk about it with you later. He loves when you read to each other as well, usually under a tree or shade of some sort, his head on your lap while you're gently running your fingers through the his hair. Your voice is the most beautiful thing he's ever heard, I swear, he could fall asleep to it. He also loves how your face contorts into different expressions as you're processing the plot, and how you bring the characters to life through changing your tone or pitch. He just thinks it's the greatest thing ever.

— Continuously denies whoever makes the assumption that he fancies you, despite him following you around like a love-sick puppy. I mean, seriously, a blind man could tell that he likes you. Peter is so sick of it.

— He gets so happy when he successfully makes you laugh out loud, because your laughter is like music to his ears. He immediately looks at you after making a joke in hopes to see your smile or hear your laugh. It's adorable, honestly.

— Awkwardly laughing to try not to malfunction when you give him a compliment. — Slow dancing in the dark when neither of you can fall asleep. The curtains are just slightly ajar, and everything around you is dead quiet, no words exchanged. He twirls you around just to hear your quiet laughter that is quickly muffled by your hand, not wanting to risk waking up anybody and getting caught. Your bodies are in absolute sync, and he's just praying that you can't hear his quickening heartbeat since the space between the two of you is almost nonexistent. — Dancing in the rain as well, laughing and clutching onto each other as the rain pours down, splashing in puddles as he twirls you around, both of you laughing like little kids. He couldn't care less if he wakes up with a cold the next day, (which he probably will considering the fact that his blouse is absolutely SOAKED in the rain.) because this is the happiest he's ever been in a while. — Sword fighting!!!! And once he finds out about your expertise with swords, well, that's just another thing to add on to his never-ending list of why he likes you. But his favorite part is when he eventually knocks your sword out of your hand, pinning you to the ground in the process. — And the first kiss... was something else. It all started with just one small kiss, pulling away instantly. But then it escalated VERY quickly. His hands cupped your face, but slowly moved down to your waist while one of your hands were tangled in his ebony locks, the other resting on his neck, his lips flush against your own. You slowly pulled away, but only when you absolutely needed air. Both of you were unable to open your eyes for a few seconds after the kiss, but you couldn't hold back the words that tumbled out of your mouth. ∙ "You kiss by th’ book" You spoke quietly, your voice still hoarse and breathless from the actions before. He rolls his eyes playfully, running his thumb over your bottom lip. ∙ "Now is not the time for Shakespeare, Y/N." He whispers, smiling down at you before leaning in once again. ∙ yoo pt 2 is out! ok so if u noticed, the 1st paragraph (the shakespeare one) kinda foreshadows the kiss so if u noticed that ur cool. ∙ wanted to get this 1 out quick bc finals are coming up on friday and ill be too busy studying.

∙ ok byebye! drink water.

valerie x.