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Peter: hey so ummm.. i got good news and bad news... which do you wanna hear first..?

Caspian: Good news.

Peter: I will never enlarge coke and mentos into your room ever again.

Peter Pevensie : Irritated

Narnia One-Shot (Modern)

You sighed as you changed the sign on the door of the neighbourhood’s local cafe to “Open” at 7:00am. You headed back behind the counter as your thoughts drifted back to the usual - how much you hated your life. The doorbell rang loud and clear, cutting through your grey, miserable thoughts like a knife. A handsome boy with dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes walked in. You observed that he only looked a year older than you.

“Yes.” You said - rather rudely - once he’d reached the counter. “You okay?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “You seem really irritated.” “I’m not irritated!” You said through gritted teeth, wringing out a tea towel as if you were trying to strangle it. ”Don’t lie, your irritated.” “Is it that obvious?” You replied, grimacing slightly. “Kinda,” he said, wincing in what you supposed was an apologetic way. “Sorry, I just had the worst day yesterday.” You sighed, “Anyway, what would you like?” “Just a black coffee and a cinnamon roll please,” he said quickly looking at the board above my head. “What happened?” He asked, referring to your previous comment. “Really? Just that? Nothing else? No specific amount of sugar or milk I need to add in that makes no fucking difference to the overall taste whatsoever?” You asked. “Nope. Anyway, what happened?” He pressed. “You really want to know?” He nodded. “Well, you asked for it,” you sighed, turning around to begin making his beverage. “I just had a really shit day at work. Here and at the fucking restaurant I work in, you know, the big fancy one around the corner? Anyway, the first asshole customer of the day arrived before anyone else - such great way to start the day. He complained for like, five hours that there was just a smidge too much icing on his cake and that his coffee was just that bit too bitter. He was ranting for so long that another customer had arrived before he had finished, so I asked - politely too - if he could move aside so I could take their order, but he refused! And when he finally left, he just stormed out without paying, and no tip! Are you fucking kidding me! Anyway, it continued like that with only around three customers being mildly decent. Then, when my shift here ended, I got a call from a friend who also works at the restaurant round the corner, asking if I could cover her shift because she were ill. I said, yes - why? I have no idea, because it meant I had to miss over half of my two hour break between work here and work there, so I didn't get lunch. Anyway I got there, and of course, it was the same as here. Rich snobs who’ve never lifted a finger in their life complaining without any consideration for anyone else’s peace. One girl, who really fucking pissed me off, returned her meal three times - three fucking times!” “Why?” He said, leaning on the counter, now invested in the story. You scoffed, “You’re gonna love this, the first time because it wasn’t salty. The second because it wasn’t salty enough, and the third, because she had already eaten most of her boyfriend’s fucking food, so she wasn’t hungry enough to eat it! Insane. Eventually, I got home 11:30, only managed to eat a scrap of food for dinner before I passed out on the sofa, only to wake up with forty-five minutes before I have to be here for work, which is 6:20 - an ungodly hour no one should be awake at in my opinion - to spend forty minutes cleaning everything again to remove the nonexistent particles of dust off the table that only the bloody manager can see, and setting everything out to open on time, meaning I haven’t had breakfast. And the worst part of all that, is that you are the only person in the history of this damn cafe who has ever entered this bloody place before 8:15, so we don’t really need to be here before 7:45!” You finished, placing a mug of black coffee and a warm cinnamon roll on a plate hand-painted with flowers on the counter with a satisfying pronounced thud. “You’ve had it bad.” He stated bluntly, looking you in the eyes for a few moments before you both burst out laughing. “What’s your name? I think that after listening to that, I have the right to know.” He said between laughs.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N. What’s yours?” You said after regaining your breath.

“Peter. Peter Pevensie.”

“So what are you doing  at this time of the morning Peter?” You inquired, seeing no harm in starting a conversation as no one was likely to appear for another hour or so thank god.

“I’ve started at Oxford and decided I’d find a quiet cafe to get breakfast in before school.”

“Oxford! I’m going there next year to do History and Art. What are you studying?”

“Maths, Medicine and History. Most people think they’re boring subjects but they're the best!” You smiled at his excitement.

“I know! Well, about History anyway - I've always loved it. I did it for GCSE and then for A-Level as well English, French and Art. I’m doing a gap year now to earn a bit of money and I’ll start next year.”

“Nice to already know a future fellow-student,” He smiled. “So when do you work here?”

“7:00am to 14:00 pm, Monday to Saturday, and I work at the restaurant 16:00 to 21:00 on Monday, Wednesday and Friday too but I get breaks during both jobs and obviously there’s a gap in between them.”

We continued talking until unfortunately, he announced he needed to leave.

 “See you tomorrow?” He said as he backed towards the door.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow!” You called back. As you lost sight of him around the corner, you smiled to yourself. Somehow, being at the cafe by 6:20 in the morning didn’t seem so unappealing anymore.

The Pevensies Contact Names For Each Other

Peter

Susan - Peter

Edmund - The Magnificent Idiot (who "has it sorted")

Lucy - Peter :)

Susan

Peter - Su

Edmund - lady logically

Lucy - Susie

Edmund

Peter - littleedthesassy

Susan - Ed

Lucy - JustEddie

Lucy

Peter - lucythevaliant

Susan - Lu

Edmund - ValiantLu

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?

Instruments the Pevensie's Would Play

Peter

Violin

Piano

Guitar

Peter picked up the violin at the age of five after hearing a busker play on the street. Ever since, he's been dedicated to the instrument, always trying to improve. Peter is a talented, expressive player, and is equally good at fast and slow pieces. He was the first Pevensie at his music school, and the teachers were over the moon when they heard that more of his family would be joining.

When Peter was eight, he decided that he wanted to learn the piano as well, and was a fast learner, quickly excelling at the instrument. He found it calming to sit down and play such a relaxing instrument when he felt stressed by the responsibility of being the eldest.

When Peter was twelve, he picked up the guitar, finding the chordal instrument relatively easy after having learnt violin for seven years. He trained in classical guitar, but is amazing at electric and bass too.

Susan

Voice

Piano

Harp (in Narnia)

Susan always had a great interest in culture, music especially, so it's no wonder she balanced so many instruments.

Susan loved to sing from an early age, and decided she wanted classes when she was nine. These consisted mostly of phrasing, a few arias and popular songs, as well breath control. At fourteen, her singing lessons became more serious, and she started to explore the techniques of operatic singing, officially starting classical pieces at fifteen. She joined the choir shortly after beginning her singing lessons and is easily the best soprano there, meaning she gets lots of solos and duets. Susan is a soprano with a 2-3 octave range.

There was a piano in the Pevensie household. Helen Pevensie had it because she took lessons when she was younger, and wanted to keep practising her skills even after she stopped. When Susan started showing interest, she taught her some basic scales and tunes. When Susan turned eight, she began to go to professional classes like her older brother, and they coincidentally had the same teacher.

Susan had always liked the harp, and longed to learn how to play the elegant instrument, but its cost, weight, and size prevented her from doing so. You can imagine her surprise then, when she discovered that the harp was played in Narnia. Susan quickly sought out the best teacher she could find (a dryad) and began to learn. By the time her and her siblings accidentally stumbled back through the wardrobe, she was an exceptional player, and her talent at the harp – along with the piano and singing – was a contributing factor to the number of marriage proposals she received.

Edmund

Violin

Viola

Piano (kind of)

Following in the footsteps of his older brother, Edmund started playing violin at the age of five. Like Peter, he was excelled at the instrument, astounding his teacher and those who went to the music school concerts with his technique, tone and style.

However, when he was eleven, Edmund began to show interest in the viola. He found its low pitch and sound pleasing to the ear, and though it greatly lacks in repertoire – and is made fun of by violinists and other string players – he found himself drawn to the shunned instrument, seeing the beauty behind its sombre sound. His violin teacher offered to give him lessons free of charge, as the family already gave so much to the school, and Edmund accepted. He knew it wouldn't be difficult, as the technique was the same as that of the violin, and he would only need to get used to a bigger instrument and reading in alto clef.

Once in Narnia, he decided that he would learn the piano. When Peter found him sitting down trying to figure out how to play, he offered to teach him, and very soon, piano duets filled the halls of Cair Paravel every Saturday.

Lucy

Cello

Voice

When Lucy was six, she heard a recording of Jacqueline du Pré playing Elgar's cello concerto in E minor. When it came on the radio, she stopped reading her book and went completely silent. Lucy was entranced by the music, and the deep, rich tone of the cello. Afterwards, the youngest Pevensie decided it was time for her to take up music lessons. Getting her first cello is one of the happiest moments of her life, and as she grew older, she only loved it more. Even the way you play the cello - as if you are hugging it - matched Lucy's affection for her instrument perfectly. Her favourite piece she's played so far is The Swan by Saint-Saëns, and her dream is to play the Elgar concerto that first inspired her to take up the cello.

Lucy also loves to sing, and has a bright joyful voice. Though she never took private lessons, she is in the choir at the music school the Pevensies go to and loves every minute of it - especially when she gets to proudly watch Susan do a solo. Lucy is a mezzo-soprano with a 2 octave range.

Preference (Modern) : Your Favourite Disney Movie

Peter

Tangled. You and Peter had liked each other for a while, and you were both nervous when a movie night was arranged. Before the lantern scene, Susan excused herself to go and take a phone call, Edmund was called to tidy his room by his mum, and a scheming Lucy conveniently decided to go and refill all the food bowls. You both started to sing along to 'I See the Light' and before you knew it, the song had ended and you were kissing.

Susan

Frozen II. While you both enjoyed the first one, you liked the ancient/mythic route the second film took. You also love hearing Susan openly sing along, because she's normally quite shy about her singing voice, however many times you insist that it's amazing. You're both waiting for a third film where Elsa finally get a girlfriend.

Edmund

Beauty and the Beast. Edmund gets very cynical and sarcastic about Disney romance films, but whenever you start to put this DVD in the player, he's already on the sofa with crisps and chocolate. It's not the film itself that you two love (though it is amazing), it's the memories. About a month into your relationship, you went to watch a re-release of Beauty and the Beast in a local cinema. You really wanted go to it so Edmund took you, and that was the moment you both realised that what you felt for each other could be love. After the film, you went to a secluded area in the snowy, cold park and had your first kiss.

Lucy

The Lion King. This film is special to Lucy because it reminds her of Aslan, and anything that makes her happy makes you happy. The neighbours sometimes get annoyed hearing you singing along to the soundtrack but you two couldn't care less.

Caspian

Moana. Caspian has an obsession with the sea. He loves to sail on holiday, and was beyond excited when a Disney film came out that challenged the stereotypes made by its predecessors as well as making fun of them, while putting one of his favourite things on screen.

Preference : Your Nicknames For Each Other

A/N Y/N/N = your nickname

Peter

His for you: My Queen/My King – My Love – Milady/My Lord

Yours for him: Pete – Love – Bear

Susan

Hers for you: Beautiful – Love – Y/N/N

Yours for her: Su – Love – Gorgeous

Edmund

His for you: Y/N/N – Juliet – Cuddle Bug

Yours for him: Eddie Bear – Romeo – Snuggles

Lucy

Hers for you: Y/N/N – Sunny – Sunshine

Yours for her: Lu – Lu-Lu – Smiley

Caspian

His for you: Star – Y/N/N – My Dear – Amor

Yours for him: Moon – Cas – Dear