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

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

prompts: 58, 36, 42, 81, 27

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

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

41. “don’t be afraid.”

82. “just breathe, okay?”

27. “kiss me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

hear me out here..

hogwarts au narnia fic ft slytherin!edmund x hufflepuff!reader.

anyone wanna take one for the team and write this for me i’ll be forever grateful for you

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

prompt 22: “this isn’t goodbye.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hiding [p.p]

word count: 2.1k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: a slightly cheeky edmund at the end

a/n: sorry this took so long to write, it’s been a hectic week. also, please don’t ever feel bad about GIVING me a prompt. i would prefer if you did!! i enjoyed writing this :)

request: Hi I saw your post about requests, lately I’ve been going back into a Narnia phase myself. And so I would love a Narnia x Reader. Preferably Peter X Reader (Romance/fluff whatever you like) but if you don’t like that, it’s okay to make a Narnia X Reader. Maybe the reader can be Caspian’s Sister? Maybe Peter and the reader have been sneaking around togheter trying to keep it a secret from Caspian ‘cause they find it thrilling? If you want to make up your own story line that would be fine, Thanks

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being unexpectedly woken up in the middle of the night only to find out your uncle was plotting to kill you and your brother was not how you’d expect your life to turn out. you thought your brother was going to run a happy kingdom, have a regular coronation at the age of 18 and live the life he’s always dreamed of. of course, things never quite go to plan, now did they? 

that night seemed so long ago, and so much has happened since. caspian used queen susan’s horn while we were being attacked by narnians, and the next thing we knew, the kings and queens of old were stood before us, ready to help us lead this army and defeat our uncle. 

aslan, how your life has changed in the matter of a few weeks. you felt a war coming, and with each passing day, fear seemed to build up within the how. that, and something else. hope. a power so great, you never could’ve imagined the strength it gave soldiers until you witnessed it first hand. and that source of hope was heading your way at this very moment. 

he smiled gently, carefully looking around to ensure there were no lingering eyes, especially those of your brother. peter’s eyes sparkled as they met yours, so many mixed emotions dancing around his ocean blue orbs. 

“hello there, your majesty.” you said politely, a teasing tone evident in your voice. he scoffed, rolling his eyes; a smile growing on his lips despite it all. 

“hello, y/n. fancy seeing you here.” he flirted, and it was your turn to roll your eyes. 

you brushed off the butterflies in your stomach as you casually asked, “care for a walk?” he nodded, and the two of you made your way to the camp borders; to a secret clearing just inside the tree line where the two of you could get some privacy.

“i’ve missed you today.” peter said, laying down on the grass, his eyes never leaving your sitting figure. 

“i saw you this morning?” you laughed, quirking a brow. 

peter shrugged, “yes, but caspian was there, so i couldn’t properly say good morning.” he pouted, and you shake your head, quickly rolling over and kissing him flat on the lips, taking him aback. before he could kiss back, you pulled away cheekily. 

“good morning, my king.” you smiled innocently, before he quickly tackled you and littered your face with kisses. it was times like this, you felt at peace. as though you weren’t on the verge of a war that could break out at any given moment. 

you were simply a girl, spending time with a not-so-simple boy, who cared deeply for you.

you wished you could act like this around the camp; spend time with the person you loved while you still had time. 

you both knew peter would eventually return to his world, though neither of you tried to focus on that fact. you were living here, in the moment with each other. you treasured your time together, and especially moments like these. 

it would not be an issue to associate around the camp, had it not been for your protective older brother. he barely let you leave the castle back when you weren’t being hunted, and now with the constant worry of attacks, he’d grown extra protective of you; not that you needed it. you’d been trained with a sword and in archery, and you could handle yourself. 

you only feared what caspian would do to peter if he found out. the two already weren’t on the best of terms after everything that had happened during the raid on the telmarine castle, pitting the blames on each other and practically forming a war between the two royals. it was unnecessary and frankly, you found it quite childish. 

you never spoke out about it though; you cared about both of them, and decided to stay quiet during the whole ordeal. though they finally managed to sort their differences (with a bit of help from you), they were constantly on thin ice with each other, and you didn’t feel the need to test the waters on the situation if you didn’t have to. 

besides, you and peter made it a bit of a game, teasing each other frequently and trying not to get caught. it was thrilling.

as the two of you switched to a more comfortable position with you sitting sideways on peter’s lap with your head on his shoulder, you were completely oblivious to the pair of eyes watching you intently. 

caspian watched as his little sister talked freely with the high king, him gently twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers as she played with the fabric of his tunic. he had never seen her so at peace and genuinely happy since their father died. 

a pang of sadness washed over him as he turned away from the obvious couple. why hadn’t she told him? they were siblings after all, he should know these things. he decided to leave the two alone for now, and figured he would confront her later.

the two didn’t return to the camp for a long while, until they decided it might be suspicious for the high king and the princess to disappear for so long. you shared one last passionate kiss before breaking off, you sliding into your shared tent of you, susan and lucy and peter heading off elsewhere; probably to the stone table. 

you lay in your tent for a few minutes before deciding to train a bit more. you grabbed your bow and quiver, finding it much too risky to put your energy into sword-fighting when you could very well need it in a matter of hours. 

you headed over to the archery targets where susan was practicing, asking for permission to join and the two of you chatted, both hitting target after target flawlessly. 

“y/n! there you are.” you heard the voice of your brother, and you turned with a smile, only to see an uneasy expression on his face, which he so desperately tried to hide. you knew him however, and this was all some facade; something was wrong. 

“is everything alright?” you immediately responded, susan looking slightly confused before shrugging and leaving the two of you alone, clearly sensing the two of you needed to speak privately. 

“i thought it was.” caspian stated, emotionlessly. you blinked, tilting your head. 

“okay? is it not? you’re not exactly making sense.” you chuckled nervously, and caspian sighed.

he turned his head, his vision set somewhere in particular. you confusedly followed his gaze, all colour in your face seemingly draining as you saw what, or who exactly, he was looking at. peter. 

caspian turned back to you, quirking a brow. “care to explain?” he asked, and you allowed your gaze drop to the floor. you stayed silent, slightly nervous for his response. he didn’t seem furious, which you supposed was already a step up from what you’d expected, but you most definitely weren’t prepared for what he said next. 

“why didn’t you tell me?” his words were no more than a whisper, sounding incredibly hurt. the tone in his voice caused you to take a step back, lifting your eyes to look at his matching dark ones, only to see in fact, nothing but sadness and regret. 

guilt swarmed your being, and you hang your head once again, now in shame. “cas, i-” 

“did i do something wrong, y/n? i’m your brother. we’re not supposed to have secrets- especially not like this!” he wasn’t shouting, but he wasn’t exactly being quiet either. 

you’d caught the attention of susan and edmund, who both tried to usher away the small group of narnians who began watching your conversation. you made a mental note to thank them later.

“caspian, it’s not like that.” you stated, though you knew it was. there was no other excuse you could come up with. he gave you a look, and you sighed in defeat. “i- i don’t know! you and peter don’t exactly have the best history, caspian! i didn’t want to start another conflict between the two of you- i thought if you found out he was seeing your little sister, you might lash out!” you were distressed, and caspian sighed, opening his arms out for a hug, which you gratefully fell into. 

you didn’t realize you were crying until you saw the stains marked on your brother’s tunic. “i really like him caspian.” you muttered, and he smiled, despite you not being able to see. 

“i know.” he replied, brushing down your hair soothingly. 

finally, you pulled apart, and you looked up at caspian. “no.. i really, really like him. i think i might love him.” you said, and caspian’s eyes blew wide at your confession. 

“you haven’t even known him a month!” he exclaimed; it wasn’t judging, just pure confusion. 

“i know, i know. there’s just something about him, cas. he’s not like any other princes i’ve courted, i’ve never felt what i feel for him with anyone else.” you admitted, and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. it felt good to finally talk to your brother about your feelings. 

his eyes drifted behind you, and he gave you an awkward smile, before patting your shoulder and walking off. you were confused, until you heard someone clear their throat.

you tensed, knowing exactly who it was without having to turn around. “how much of that did you hear?” you cut to the chase, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“all of it?” he answered slightly guiltily, but there was no regret in his voice. “y/n, look at me.” he whispered, and you realized he was much closer than you thought he was. 

you did, slowly, and titled your head up to meet his intense gaze. “why didn’t you tell me?” you chuckled at peter’s choice of words. 

“you know, my brother asked me the same question not ten minutes ago.” you joked, and peter had a small smile on his face, shaking his head. 

he turned serious after your giggles died down, and you sighed. “how was i supposed to tell you? caspian’s right, we’ve only known each other for a number of weeks. yes, they’ve been the best weeks of my life, and i couldn’t see myself with anyone else, but i didn’t want to scare you away with the whole ‘i love you’ thing.” you rambled, and only stopped when peter gently put a finger to your lips, effectively silencing you. 

“i love you too.” he said simply, and you felt the air leaving your lungs. 

“p-pardon?” you sputtered, and peter laughed, leaning in and taking your lips in a passionate kiss. you two stayed in that position, until the lack of oxygen overpowered you both, and you leaned your foreheads against each other. 

“should we tell your siblings too, then?” you asked, and peter shrugged, taking your hand into his and walking towards his siblings, who were now in a conversation with caspian.

“hey guys, we have something to tell you.” you started, brushing a nervous strand of hair behind your ear. the pevensies and caspian turned to you, looking at you with furrowed brows. 

“we’re courting.” peter announced, raising your interlocked hands. the three blinked, almost in denial. they all gave each other disbelieving looks, then burst out laughing. 

“what?” you asked, shyly. 

“it’s just- we’ve known for awhile.” susan managed, between laughs. 

“you guys are absolutely awful at hiding it.” lucy chirped, and you and peter blushed. 

“honestly, caspian. i don’t know how you didn’t see it before. they’re practically undressing each other with their eyes every time they’re around each other.” edmund quipped, earning a collective gasp from the group.

“edmund, i’m going to kill you!” you frowned. ed smirked, sending a wink your way before running, with both peter and caspian chasing him, ready to take his head off. you were blushing bright red, and susan and lucy laughed. 

“we are happy for you, y/n.” lucy assured, and you smiled in gratitude.

“truly, i haven’t seen peter this happy since we were children.” susan told you, and your heart fluttered. your eyes followed the retreating figures of peter and caspian, the two most important boys in your life, and you couldn’t help but wear the brightest smile while you spoke. 

“i don’t think i even truly knew happiness before i met him.”

life was not perfect, nor was it ever simple. no matter what happened, whatever life threw at you, you would be ready to face it, with peter by your side.

hello! how's your day been?

good actually! gonna sit down now and try to write an imagine or two, thank u so much for asking! <3